Holy Moly! And Kinkentine

Oh my gods! You have GOT to see the end-of-day position for Tied to the Beat! They are fantastic. I have never had a book do so well and I am quivering with excitement.

Check it out!

Look at that! The Highland Wolves books are on the charts but we’re talking in the thousands. Thanks to all the Canucks who are supporting us! Now we just need to get those international numbers up (it’s not even on the charts in the UK! Get buying, my friends!).

All you have to do is change the numbers in the links you’re going to click from .ca to .com or .co.uk or whatever your dot may be. I’ll give you the links again:

WORTH THE RISK by (Crystal St Clair writing as) Crystal Lynn & Iain Shaw, Author vol1

BOUND BY YOU by Claudia Stevens vol2

SECOND CHANCE PERSUASION by Simone Evans, Author vol3

KEEPING HIS KITTEN by Rexi Lake vol4

TIED TO THE BEAT by Catherine Bowman vol5

JOIN THE LP GROUP: Leather Persuasion Series – Erotic Readers Book Club

Trust me, they’re worth the read! We aim to try to portray what BDSM is really like and have fun doing it.

Now, for Kinkentine! Today’s prompt: Simultaneous Orgasms | Forced orgasm | Dubious/Non-Consent

I think I may have rolled them all into one. Let’s find out! 😉 (Remember! It’s all first draft.)

Simultaneous Orgasms | Forced orgasm | Dubious/Non-Consent

He struggled in his bonds, wondering just how he got there in the first place. Was it the drink she’d brought him at the bar?  He hardly knew the woman.  Met her online, talked to her for almost three months. Some serious hot and heavy conversations; his cock twitched at the memories and he scowled. He’d agreed to meet because she’d promised him an hourglass figure, large breasts and an eager lover.

That wasn’t what he’d gotten.

Exactly…

She was an hourglass.  It was just one that held half a ton of sand.

He had nothing against larger people, he just preferred women who worked out and looked like it.

His cock, which had been half hard at the thought of this woman, this Sasha, deflated immediately. She’d had lipstick on her front tooth, for God’s sake. He’d only stayed for a drink because it was polite.

Now… Now he was in a darkened room, on his back with his arms tied spread out and anchored to a headboard. His legs were spread-eagled, too, and there was a large pillow under his hips, thrusting them into the air.

She was kneeling three fingers into his ass, massaging his prostate and she’d already wrung one orgasm out of him. It was a cold, sticky mess on his belly. He had to admit: her mouth, long cleaned of lipstick, was pretty talented.

Was she?  Oh fuck.  He can’t do it again. He’s too sensitive.

He bucks his hips as her mouth heads for his cock and earns a hard slap on his right nipple when his pelvic bone connects with her chin.  In the next moment, he’s cursing himself for saying, “I am not a bastard, thank you very much; my parents were happily married when I was born.”

A handprint blooms on his thigh.

His cock deflates.

Her hand grabs it and starts vigorously stroking as her fingers…diddle…(it’s the only word he can think of) his prostate. Soon he’s hard again, despite the sandpaper of her palms. Doesn’t she moisturize? I thought all women did. The random thought pops in and out of his head like a bubble appearing out of the dish soap when you set it down.

Grunts escape him against his will. He can feel another orgasm building. The first one had almost hurt but he figured that was because he’d never had anyone poking around in his ass before. This one was hot and heavy and winding him up pretty tight.  He could feel it building in his balls and his lower back as well as right where her fingers were.

An area he refused to acknowledge at the moment.

Sounds of pleasure escaped him and he thrashed. He was actually starting to genuinely enjoy it. Maybe she wasn’t a half a ton.  Just not anorexically skeletal like the girls he thought he liked. He lifted his head and looked at her.

“Pleasingly plump,” he whispered. I can get behind that. His cock hardened further as his brain twisted that thought into a pretzel.  Oh, I wonder if she’ll let me.

She was nude. Her breasts hung below her as she bobbed up and down on his cock and the large, turgid nipples, dark pink and looking like they ached with need – they certainly did in his imagination – made his mouth water.

“Let me taste you,” he rasped just before the orgasm hit him. He yelled, body in a tight arc off the bed as he came in her mouth this time. He pumped into her mouth, filling her throat with as much of him as he had left.

There was more to produce?

She took her damn time drawing her mouth off him, licking him clean and making him gasp and twitch.  She pulled her fingers out of him, leaving him feeling oddly bereft, and ripped off the glove he’d had no idea she was wearing.

Then, oh bliss, she plopped one of those lovely nipples of his mouth.  He latched on, drawing it deep into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth and lashing it with his tongue as he sucked. She hung on to the headboard and stared down at him.

He stared into her eyes. Remarkable. Are they green?  It’s so hard to tell.  But look at those lashes. The shape of her eyes. The arc of her brows.  She’s really pretty. 

I’m an asshole.

He laved her nipple lovingly by way of apology and she pulled it out, replaced it with the other and allowed him to do the same to it. 

Then she pulled away all together.

He was shocked when she made him promise to lie still and said she trusted him to keep his word.

Shocked more when she undid his restraints then crawled back on the bed. She crawled up to his side, stared at him for a moment again and almost moved away.

“Wait, why are you hesitating?”

He listened then smiled. “You’re beautiful.  I was an asshole. Do it.”

Then he was being smothered by the best part of a woman.  He eagerly set to very enjoyable work. He was pleased to find that she was clean. She tasted like strawberries and honey.  Never understood the jokes about fish tacos. Good women are clean and sweet.

He had to put his arms around her thighs as he brought her to her first orgasm.  His face wet, he gently pushed her away a bit so he could catch a good breath and wipe his face a little on his arm.

“You taste good, Honey.”

He dove in again. And brought her to another. And another, until she was a quivering mess that couldn’t hold her up. 

He was surprised to find himself hard again. “Let me have you. Be inside you.”

She was off him in a flash. On her knees and elbows and looking at him over her shoulder.

He sat up. “Are you sure?” Her ass wiggle was all the invitation he needed.

“I…A condom?” He looked around as she spoke. “Yes, we have talked before… If you’re sure…”

At her word, he knelt behind her and grabbed his bare cock in his hand. He looked down at it.  It was no longer than seven inches, but it was almost as thick around as a coke can and it had always served him well.  Thick ridges and a well-cut head caressed and pulled at a woman’s inner muscles and he knew how to move to hit the g-spot with whichever stroke he chose.

He proved it to her.

She showed him how much she enjoyed it with almost a dozen orgasms.  It was the last one that got him.  He was so close, thrusting deep and hard, fast. Pelvis slapping ass, his balls hitting her labia with every slam into her.  Her fists were curled into the bedding, hair stuck to her back and a tangled mess around her face, as she thrust back to meet him.

Then her vaginal walls tightened around him, nearly crushing him, as things got hotter and wetter.

Her orgasm exploded all around him – around his cock, into the air as she screamed – and dragged him with her. His orgasm was wrenched from him and he growled as it started, ending with a shout, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her tight against him.

“Holy shit,” he said as he pulled himself from her then looked for a towel to clean her up with. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

It was a lot of run to write. Especially to write the guy in the position of submission; I don’t usually do that. The next couple of days are interesting, too:

  • Lingerie | Collaring | Mind Control
  • Hatefucking/Angry Sex | Orgasm denial or edging | Nonhuman

They should be fun.

Have a great night. Love you all!

Muah!

Fiction Friday Week 8

Good Friday, folks!

It’s Fiction Friday time again.  

This week I am pulling out of HW2 again because, sadly, I’m still editing it.  I’m almost done; I have 50 pages left.   It’s just taking me a long time because there are plenty of days when I can’t focus on it enough to do a good job.  I think this is a second run through and so there will be one more before I can publish.  

It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that first draft is not the best draft and my work can be improved upon. This second time has definitely improved several parts of the story.  It’ll take me a couple of weeks before I’m ready to face it again.  

Meanwhile, I have a long to-do list this Friday so I am going to get to it.

The following is intended for adult audiences ONLY!  Under the age of majority?  Bugger off.  Thank you.

This chapter I’m leaving you with comes after Liam, Anna and Chelle have returned from Hell.  They popped back onto the lawn at the pack compound with Anna in her new form – the Demon.  After everyone stared at her in shock, horror and, in a few cases, fear, (with Marcus cocking a shotgun), Anna disappeared.  She reappeared at home and disconnected herself from the world.  Then she showered and crawled into her bed to cry herself to sleep.  She awoke, 36 hours later, to the sounds of Liam’s voice.  After an argument about whether or not she’d return to the arms of the pack, Anna gave in and admitted that she can’t live without Liam or their Wolves.  The following is what happens when Liam decides to remind her just how much she is loved and who, exactly, is in charge of their relationship and their lives. 

Have a wonderful day, everyone.

Muah!

 

Chapter Thirty-Three

 As Anna melted into the kiss she became aware of a bodily function and started shifting from foot to foot.  Her return kissing became less intense as she started to focus on her bladder and Liam noticed.  He lifted his head.  “Is something wrong, pet?”

“I need to pee.  I feel like I haven’t gone in days.”  She blushed faintly.

Liam chuckled softly.  “Come.”  He took her hand and led her to the bathroom.  Then he leaned against the door frame and watched her as she sat on the toilet.  “You were asleep for a full day and a half.  Thirty-six hours.  You didn’t stir when we changed your sheets and tucked you in all snug as a bug.  You didn’t notice when I slept beside you.  Do you have to pee or not?”

Anna’s blush deepened to scarlet.  “I’m having trouble letting go.”

“Well here then.”  Liam moved to the sink and flicked the faucet handle up, turning the water on full.  A short moment later, he laughed as she sagged in relief.  He sought a wash cloth and got it wet and warm as she cleaned herself up.  As she started to rise he handed it to her.  “Clean yourself properly, my pet.”

“Yes Lee.”  It was on the tip of Anna’s tongue to call him Master but she stopped it.  She carefully washed herself in and around all the folds.  She washed her inner thighs and everything she could reach.  When she stopped Liam held his hand out for the cloth.  She gave it over then rose to her feet.

Liam took her by the hand and led her back into the bedroom.  He stopped at the side of the high, wrought iron, four-poster bed and pressed her gently against it, though not to sit on it just yet.  He stroked her cheek with his fingertips as he looked her over.  He stroked her throat with the backs of his fingers then slid both hands down her arms and over her upper body.  Liam used the moment to reassure himself that he was there with her.  Then he sighed as he slipped both hands around her throat to lace his fingers together at the back of her neck and tip her chin up with his thumbs.

“Anna, my beloved Anna.  You should have known that running from me wouldn’t work.”  His voice was dangerously soft.  “You should have known I’d hunt you down and bring you back.  You are mine.  My Mate.  My pet.  My slut.  Mine.”  Liam’s eyes swirled with Wolf yellow as he restated his claim on her.

Anna swallowed.  She opened her mouth to reply and he frowned.  She closed it again.

“You can’t run from me Anna.  Your heart knows it.  Your soul knows it.  Your Wolf knows it.  We are one.”  He kissed her forehead then her nose and finally her mouth.  Then he wound her hair around his hand and yanked her head back.  “It is a punishable offence, my love.” 

Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes even as he spun her by her hair and shoved her face down on the bed.  He kicked her feet apart as he let go of her hair.  “Stay.”  As Anna moved her arms down her sides and closed her eyes in fearful anticipation, Liam moved to the chest at the end of her bed.  He opened it and pulled out a wooden paddle.  It was cherry, the face was ten inches long, four inches across and the whole thing was close to an inch thick.  He whacked his palm with it and smiled as she jumped.

Liam stood on her left side and stroked her ass with the paddle.  “Ten for running.  Anything after that will be purely for my enjoyment.”  With the last word he started, hard.  The crack of wood on flesh echoed in the room. 

Anna flinched and gave a pained cry.  Her pale flesh immediately showed the mark.  The next one came a few seconds later on the other side, just as the burn was starting to fade.  Then the third.  Anna began to cry.  Not because they hurt but because she had hurt him, disappointed him and angered him.

Liam paused, unsatisfied with the way things were going.  He leaned down and put his mouth to her ear.  “You will count them from now on. ‘One Master, two Master’ and so on.  Do you understand?”

Anna struggled to speak.  “Y-yes Master.” 

“Good, then let’s start again.”  There was the soft whoosh of the paddle through the air and then the crack of the paddle meeting her ass.

“One Master!”  Anna’s voice was tight, like she was forcing the words out.  The paddle crashed into her ass again, this time on the other cheek. “Two Master.”  The words were followed by a sob.  The next five smacks rained down on her and made her squirm so much that Liam felt obliged to place his hand in her lower back.

“You’ll never leave again, will you, my pet?”  Crack!

“Eight Master!  No Master!”

Crack!  “Why is that?”

“Nine Master!”  Anna sobbed as her ass burned.  “Because I love you, Master.”  It almost sounded like a question.

Liam paused.  “While that’s most certainly true, it is the wrong answer.  Give me the right one.”  CRACK!  Liam made the last one especially hard and Anna jumped, screaming with the white hot pain.

“Ten Master!”  Anna cried, curling into herself as best she could. 

Liam sat down beside her and stroked her back, waiting.  His large, cool hand ran over the very hot skin on her ass and she shifted as the callous-rough flesh met hot and sensitive flesh.  “Why won’t you run again, Anna Marie?”

Anna moved so she could press her face to the denim clad thigh.  “Because I’m yours and you’re mine.  We belong together.” 

“That’s right, my pet.  I’m yours and you are mine.”  He gripped her arm and manoeuvred her to her knees on the floor beside the bed.  Then he rose and unbuttoned his jeans.  He reached inside and pulled out his semi-hard cock.  Anna immediately positioned herself so her open mouth was level with the head.  “You are mine.  I know it.  Your parents know it.  The pack knows it.  But I think you need a symbol to remind you.”

Liam took his cock in hand and pressed the tip to her lower lip.  Anna dipped her head a little and wrapped her lips around the head, eliciting a groan.  He hadn’t bound her hands so she brought them up and curled one around his fingers and slid the other up his thigh and around to his ass.  She curved her tongue to cradle the head and sucked gently on it.  Then she pulled her mouth off him and bent his cock up so she could stroke the underside with her tongue.  He got his hand out of her way.

Anna traced all the veins on his cock then slipped the head back into her mouth.  She scraped it along soft ridges of the roof of her mouth.  She drew him in as far as she could without gagging then pulled back, sucking hard.  Over and over again she stroked him that way, encouraged by his groan of pleasure.  Anna began to salivate and the excess slipped from her mouth so she wiped her chin and used the spit to lube her stroking of his shaft with her hand. 

Another groan and his hands slid into her hair.  Liam’s hips rolled as he took control of the blow job from her.  He started fucking her face, slow and easy at first.  She found the rhythm and stroked the shaft in time to his hip motions and varied the strength of her suction as much as she was able.  Her tongue roved over him as he moved. 

Then Liam picked up the pace and fucked her harder, faster.  Deeper.  Anna drooled and gagged, she soon stopped being able to participate.  The drool dripped from his cock, her chin, slid down her arms and pooled on her thighs.  Her body heaved with one round of gagging and he paused for a second or two before he pulled out long enough for her to cough and suck in a ragged breath.  He stared down at her for a moment then grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet.