Showing posts with label mid week tease. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mid week tease. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

MWTease from Cat's Rescue - Uniform Fetish "You. Are. Mine." #comingsoon @evernightpub #interracial #bdsm


Happy middle of the week, peeps, and what a week it's been so far. Take it from me, do not have three releases in eight days.... it's not good for your health.

*winks*

Only kidding, it is, of course, hugely exciting, even if my mind is spinning.

Just to prove how much, I'm teasing twice today. The lovely Raven McAllan has me on her blog today with a tease from yesterday's release, Carmel's Choice, which you can find here.


I'm going to tease from Cat's Rescue, which is my story in the Uniform Fetish Anthology which releases this Friday. This is an interracial BDSM story, and Rhys is a fire fighter.

To set the scene, Rhys has just rescued Cat off the ledge she was perched on to rescue her neigbour's cat, and he's making his intentions toward Cat very clear.


 “And where would you go, my little cat? It’s the middle of the night. You’re in your fuck me night dress, which I must say was a delicious surprise about you.” He smiled as her color deepened to the most delightful blush. “It’s freezing out there, you’ve locked yourself out of your flat on a misguided rescue mission of one ungrateful little feline, and the one person who has your spare key is fast asleep and deaf. Where exactly are you going to go to? Always assuming that I would let you walk out of here, and that’s never going to happen. Not dressed like that, anyway.”
“You can’t keep me here against my will.” Cat flung the words into the room.
He chose not to respond, just took a long swig of his own cocoa. The sweet flavor coated his tongue, and he inhaled deeply of the comforting aroma. Most men would choose a stiff drink at the end of a long shift, and Rhys was certainly not averse to drowning his sorrows, but he preferred simpler pleasures that kept your head clear. Besides hot cocoa reminded him of the times when he was little and all of his worries were soothed by his mother’s presence and the ever present cup of chocolate.
Mother, God rest her soul, would approve of his little cat. Her dying wish had been for him to settle down and start a family, but he’d never found a woman that would make him even consider doing so, until the day Cat had walked into his station and he’d fallen instantly in love.  His mother had always said it would happen, yet he had never been sure if he believed her. A single mum herself, she had nonetheless held onto the dream of living happily ever after with the one person you’re destined to be with.
Rhys swore under his breath, as the reality of his feelings hit him in the gut, and he put his cup down, mindful of the white knuckled grip he had on it. It would freak Cat out completely if he broke his mug with his bare hands. She looked ready to bolt as it was.
Instead he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Cat watched him through wide eyes, and she carefully took several sips of her drink. Her tense expression relaxed, and he didn’t miss her groan of appreciation—such a deep throated sound that his cock jumped back to full alert, and he crunched his jaw together. He bet she would make those sounds as he ate her out, pushing her toward an orgasm he would not let her have until she begged him for it.
Some of his thought processes must have shown on his face, because Cat’s hands wobbled, and he reached across to take the mug off of her, before she added burned fingers to her list of injuries to hold against him. He put the mug down on the table behind her and ran a hand through his hair.
Cat bit her lip and looked worried.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Of course you wouldn’t hold me against my will. I-I seem to not be able to act like a rational person around you. It’s just … just … oh hell.”
She looked so adorably flustered that Rhys had to laugh.
“Would it help if I told you, that you have the same effect on me, little cat?”
“I do?” she asked, and then slapped a hand over her mouth, and shook her head. “I meant what I said. I will not—”
“Be one of my women, I get that loud and clear, but tell me, girl,” she blanched as he let his voice drop, and suddenly found the floor most interesting. The act was such a submissive tell that the dominant in him roared. “Where are all those women you seem to think I have? You can inspect my bedpost if you like.” She squirmed at that, and he grinned. “You won’t find any notches. What you will find, however, are leather restraints with your name on them, girl, and if you’ll insist on insulting me, there’s a paddle that would leave a beautiful mark on your ass for days to come. Every time you sit down it would remind you of who you belong to, and that I will only tolerate so much sass from my girl. And. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuated every word with a tap of his forefinger on the tip of her cute button nose, and Cat’s breathing turned so shallow she was in danger of hyperventilating.
“And breathe, sweet girl. I want you passing out from pleasure or happily floating in sub space, not anxiety.” Giving into the need to touch her, taste her, he bent down and brushed his lips across hers. Cat groaned, and Rhys took advantage and slipped his tongue past her lips. His cat tasted of chocolate and the unique flavor that was all aroused woman. Hic cock jerked painfully against his jeans, and his groan joined her feminine mewl when she kissed him back.
Rhys fisted his hands in her hair to angle her head to his satisfaction, and he took charge of the kiss, deepening it until all he could taste and feel was his woman’s surrender to his will. By the time he finally broke away they were both breathing heavily, and Cat almost fell off the chair as she followed him when he pulled away and straightened up slowly. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, and she blinked several times to get her eyes to focus on him. Only a small ring of moss green remained around the outer edges of her irises, her pupils so dilated that her eyes looked almost black. Oh yes, her body responded to him beautifully. There was no doubt in his mind that his cat wanted him as badly as he wanted her, if only she would shut off her brain and allow herself to feel. Her submission would be so sweet to witness, as she came apart under his hands.
For the umpteenth time since he’d seen her on that ledge he adjusted his prick away from the zipper of his jeans, and his balls drew tight as Cat licked her lips, her gaze transfixed on that action. How he wished he had the authority over her to order her to her knees and to suck him off.
Instead, he forced himself to take a step back.




Blurb for Cat's Rescue:

What’s a girl to do when her elderly neighbor’s beloved Miss Pitty Pat seems injured and stranded on the ledge outside in the middle of the night? Rescue her, of course. Never mind the small matter of being afraid of heights, and ending up stranded on that ledge in nothing but a sexy negligĂ©e.

Firefighter Rhys can’t quite believe his eyes when he sees the hot as hell school teacher from across the road seemingly stuck on a ledge. There’s only one thing to do. Get his little Cat off that ledge and finally make her his.

After all, she is now at this Dom’s mercy, and it’s only proper to spank that luscious ass for scaring him half to death.


Cat’s rescues have never been such fun.

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D xxx



Wednesday, 18 February 2015

#MWTease from Under his Boss “Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.” #mm @evernightpub


Happy middle of the week to you, lovely peeps. You'll find me a tad excited today, because we're a day away from the release of Under his Boss.

*happy squeal*

So, naturally today's tease comes from this story. Enjoy!

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“Happy New Year, boss.”
He put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which seemed to have taken up residence in his head.
“Happy New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”
“Of course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower. You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”
George glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.
“Fuck.”
James’s amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sadly we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”
Amusement tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James. The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup of coffee.
“Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.”                                                                                   
James winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and he braced a hand on the wall to steady himself.
“Fuck, James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it into the shower.”
James laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his cock, and swatted his ass again.
“Don’t be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to join you.”
George groaned and shook his head.
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass, George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the other man, he let his hands follow the trail of his visual inspection.
His cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.
“That’s fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.
James tensed and panted, when George tunneled his tongue through James’s ring of muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp his thick shaft.
“Fuck, George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”
James’s cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm grasp, and those tight muscles guarding James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next words into James’s hairy thighs, while he fondled the man’s heavy balls.
“Turn round, baby. I want to taste you.”

Blurb:
~Love is a precious thing~
When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.
Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.




Releases Feb 19th and available for pre-order right now on Amazon.


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D xxx

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

#MWTease from Carmel's Choice "I shouldn't be here..." #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand


Happy middle of the week to you lovely, peeps. It's time to tease you  a little from my upcoming release Carmel's Choice.  As ever thanks to the awesome Sandra Bunino for organising us all every week. If you're an Author, then why not join us next week and get your tease on.

It's always such fun to get these snippets from everyone.

To set the scene a little, Carmel has taken Nash up on his offer to meet him at his hotel room. Nash is her birthday present. Will she able to go through with it? Read on and see...


Carmel looked nervous enough to cry red and take off as she stood there in his doorway. Gideon had been right. She had a very expressive face, and right now it showed her emotions as clearly as though she were voicing them out loud. Guilt, worry, arousal, they were all there for him to read and interlaced with it all an inherent sadness that pulled at his gut.
Life was so fucking unfair. It had robbed two people in love of something precious. There was no doubt in his mind that neither Carmel nor Gideon would have ever considered bringing a third into their relationship were it not for that damn bullet. Not that he had been invited in, per se. This was just for one night, if she let him.
To make it easier on her, he turned his back and walked over to the mini bar. He poured himself a beer, and almost missed the soft click of the door shutting. Her light, flowery scent warned him of her approach seconds before her red-tipped fingernails clutched the edge of the mini bar and her soft, hesitant voice soothed some of the churning in his gut.
“Have you got another one of those, please?”
Without looking at her, he flipped the top off one and slid it over to her, together with a glass. He grinned when she ignored it and drank straight from the bottle instead. A tense silence fell between them, and when she’d drained the last of the bottle and slammed it down on the bar, he knew he had to put her mind at ease.
Carmel’s pulse jumped under his fingertips when he grasped her hand and stroked his thumb over her wrists.
“Please, I don’t think I can do this. It’s wrong. I shouldn’t be here, with you of all people.” She looked up at him, and the tears shimmering in her sea-green eyes felt like a punch to the gut. She didn’t pull her hand away, however, and her breathing sped up the longer he simply held her hand and looked at her.
“Gideon would say otherwise.” Her eyes widened at his quiet statement, and then focused on the card he pulled out from behind the bar.
“He wanted me to give you this, if you actually made it this far.”
Nash let her hand go and watched as she opened the card with trembling hands and a sob escaped her.
“I don’t understand why he would do this. I don’t need…I mean, I don’t…oh, fuck.” She dropped the card on the bar, and Nash picked it up.
“May I?” he asked, and she nodded.
Enjoy your birthday present, dove. You need some special time I can’t give you anymore. Trust Nash to know what you need. I love you. G x
There went another punch to his gut, and that knot of emotion just tightened further, until he had to clear his throat several times to get it to work.
“We don’t have to do this. Gideon was very clear that nothing happens without your consent, pet. I know you don’t know me, so—”
“No.” The one word held an edge of determination, even delivered in such a soft cadence that he had to strain to hear it. She reached out to him when he automatically pulled away at her denial, and his skin burned where her small fingers curled around his forearm. “You’re wrong, you know. I do know you. Gideon talks of you often. He was so happy when you sought him out after you left the army. It broke his heart that you never came to see him after…well, you know.”
Nash swore and pulled out of her grasp. Shit, he couldn’t do this now. She’d hate him, and he was here to make her happy, not to rehash the fucking past.
“Talk to me, Nash, please. Why did you never come to see him?”
“I…Fuck, he must have told you what happened. How could I, after I was the fucking cause…” Nash couldn’t continue. In his mind he was back in that stinking bar, holding his buddy and shouting for someone to call the medics as Gideon bled out all over the fucking floor. He pushed away from the bar, not really seeing the plush hotel room as the walls closed in on him and he found it hard to breathe.
“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re not there. Nash, come back, breathe, please. Sir…”
It was the hesitant Sir that broke through the mist and the stench of the past, and Nash reached out blindly until Carmel’s soft, feminine body was wrapped all around him. Her fingers curled into his neck, and her breasts flattened against his chest as she snuggled into his frame as closely as two people could be with their clothes on. His breathing slowed until it matched hers. Nash shut his eyes and buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply of the scent of soft, fragrant woman, until he had his emotions back under control, and he pulled the shutter down on his past with a resounding clang.
 With that came the all-consuming awareness of the woman in his arms. He should pull away, put distance between them, he knew that. Instead, his hands traced the curve of her spine until he reached the globes of her ass, and Carmel gasped. She didn’t pull away, however, just went perfectly still as her breathing sped up. Her rapid little puffs of air were such a turn-on that Nash grew hard as nails, and Carmel moaned softly when he lifted her up slightly so that he could grind his erection into the juncture of her thighs.
“Fuck, I want you so badly. I can’t even think straight.” Nash ground the words out in between kisses delivered along her neck, and marched her backward until her back hit the wall.






It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career, and put him in a wheelchair.  If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal. 

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together, will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…

 Coming to Siren Bookstrand February 24th


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D xxx

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

#MWTease from His Boss, Her Dom #newrelease @RavenMcAllan #bdsm @evernightpub #giveaway


Happy middle of the week to you, peeps. Thanks to our awesome host Sandra Bunino it's time to tease you, and I am giving my blog over to the lovely Raven McAllan again. She's had one productive January so far, and is here to tease us from her brand new release, His Boss, Her Dom.

To add to to the fun, she is giving away two e-books from her back list.

Enjoy the tease:

. "Here." Eva handed him a small bottle. "Antihistamine. It'll stop you itching. At this time of year the midges are horrendous. Lovely long evenings that I admire from behind glass, and watch clouds of the buggers trying to get in. Remember, repellent is your best friend on this route." She picked up the kettle and turned on the tap.
Jamie laughed. "Yes, Ma'am."
Eva spun round from the sink, unheeding of the water that spilled over her hands and dripped onto the floor. "Why did you call me Ma’am?"
Now he was confused. "Well, you sounded bossy. Sorry, I thought you'd get the joke. You know Ma’am, in charge sort of thing. I'm sorry if it upset you." Shit, I hope she's not one of those touchy feminist types.
"Not at all. I just wondered why Ma’am." She turned back to the sink, switched the tap off and then the kettle on before mopping the floor. Only then did she swivel around to face him again. "And yes, Sergeant, you can call me Ma’am, if you want to. Otherwise, here, Eva will be fine."
He knew fine well his jaw dropped. She'd made him? How the fuck?
Eva smiled at him. "Sorry Sergeant." She waved the letter he'd brought, and she'd signed for. "It doesn't matter how often I tell them that post to this neck of the woods takes longer than in the city, do they ever listen?" she asked—rhetorically he assumed. "Oh no," she went on. "They post this at some stupid hour of the night and expect me to get it the day after. Not only that some penny pinching asshat put a second class stamp on it. So, Sergeant James Swinton, from a different area of the force, How about telling me what you've found out."
He shut his mouth, and swallowed heavily. "Ah. Oh bollocks, am I deep in the shit?"
"Ah, indeed." Eva reached into a drawer and took out small leather wallet. "And no, not at all, unless you think you should be for not recognizing me." She went bright red. "Although I've only had brief contact with you. I...er...taught a session when you were on a training course last year." She handed him the wallet, and he saw what was inside.
A warrant card with her photo on and stating she was a Chief Inspector in the Scottish Police force. Okay, he'd buy that, even though it was the biggest cock deflator since Sadie Stewart laughed at his attempt to find her clit. Mind you he was only a teenager at the time, and his aim and attention to the female body had improved considerably since then.
"Ma’am." He snapped to attention and she laughed.
"I'm allegedly on holiday, and you're allegedly a postie, so we can cut the formalities I reckon. Time enough to get out the tags and labels when we have to. You're a long way from home, why did they choose you?"
Why did he think she was deliberately changing the subject? Oh she'd taught him, he didn't disbelieve that, but there was something else, he'd stake his pension on it. Now he thought about it, he couldn't believe he'd missed the connection. However this luscious woman with, he reckoned, braless breasts covered in a soft lawn gypsy style blouse, teamed with a long almost see through maxi skirt was nothing like the stern-faced woman in uniform that had addressed his class. Only the eyes were the same. A deep glittering blue-green that reminded him of the Caribbean Sea. As he stared into her eyes, a dim memory teased him. Where else had he seen eyes that beautiful color?
"Yes, I remember." He omitted the Ma’am this time and her eyes danced. "Well so far I've found zilch."
"Hmm, hold on let me make what, tea? Coffee? Then we can chat."
Jamie looked at his watch. "I've got about half an hour before I need to empty the post boxes in the afternoon uplift. I might be a policeman undercover, but it was made clear to me if I didn't do the job I'm in now, I'd be out on my ear. I even had to do the training before they let me loose on my own. Well, if you can call it that. Two days with Jimmy, who thinks I'm an eejit working somewhere where I don't know the Blacks live next door to the Greens and the Browns live across the crescent." He rolled his eyes. "All those people with colors for their names. So Scottish, but I bet people down south would think I was making it up."
"Very likely, but where's the Greys?"

"Next street."

Eva sniggered because it was true. "So, how did they get Jimmy to take leave?" She sounded genuinely interested. "All my letter says is you're here to see what you can find out without letting them know who you are."
"Evidently the post office ran a who's the best postie thing, and he won two weeks leave and some money to spend on a holiday."
"They did?"

"They didn't but someone put up the money."
Eva looked at her letter again. "I see it. Then when can we talk?"
"Once I've emptied the post boxes, I'm off shift. Could I come back then please Ma’am?" This time he did use her title. "From then, until seven in the morning, I'm off duty from both the police and the post office. So, are you the contact I was told I'd have?"
"It seems so, Sergeant." She also used his rank, and he was sure, on purpose. As if he would forget this woman he lusted after was his superior officer. "Are you plainclothes now? It doesn't say so here."
He shook his head. "No, Ma'am. I was chosen because I do a lot of walking around here, but I'm not a local. In theory that means I can find my way about and no one will know me. Of course it'll be Murphy's law some ex-ned will have moved here and I’ll be wanting his signature on something." He grimaced at the thought of some of the neds—petty criminals he'd crossed swords with in the past— who'd love the excuse to do him over. "But hey ho, I'll cross that bridge if I need to."
She dipped her head in agreement. Jamie watched, narrow- eyed, and quelled his cock, which was showing signs of interest in her unconscious subbie position.
"Then I'll see you as soon as you can get back. Aim to stop for supper." She blushed again. "If that doesn't put you out?"
Now her voice was hesitant, less commanding, more subservient perhaps? "Si...so?" She went the color of the rosy Rome Beauty apples in the bowl on the work surface and looked at her feet
There's that hesitation again. What a mass of contradictions she is. I wonder what was she going to say before she changed her mind? Sir, perhaps? It took all of his determination not to take hold of her hair or her chin and force her to look up at him. Then to push her onto her knees, and demand she assume the position.
Come on, wishful thinking won't make a Boss a sub. Not in the real world anyway and this is all too real, body armor if necessary and all. But, damned if I didn't wish she were a sub—my sub.




Having a relationship with your boss is never easy, especially when it involves kink. Jamie might need to salute Rosie and call her Ma'am at work, but when it's just the two of them, he is Master to his puss.
They are determined to make their unusual situation work, but, first they have to solve the case of the shady next door neighbors.

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About Raven 


Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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Wednesday, 14 January 2015

#MWTease from Let's Get it On "I want to hear you scream." #bdsm @sirenbookstrand #mfm


Hello, lovely peeps. It's the middle of the week again and that means it's time for the tease, As ever thank you to the lovely Sandra Bunino who puts us all together every week. Why not join us next week. You can sign up on Sandra's blog here.

My tease comes from my new release, Let's Get it On. You previously saw Cyrus in action. Today it's Sloan's turn. He has taken Lily back to his house, and well, I think it's self explanatory. This is their first time together.

Usual warning applies: It's hawt ;-)


 “Fuck, baby, I want you.”
The strained words, delivered in-between frantic kisses as Sloan grabbed her ass and lifted her higher while pushing her back against the truck, set her blood to boiling point. Locking her legs behind his taut denim-clad ass, she ground herself against his groin.
“Then have me, please. Make me forget him.”
Lily whispered the words into his neck, and Sloan swore again.
“Hold on baby, let’s take this inside at least. We’ve given the neighbors enough of a show.”
There was the rush of air, the beep of his alarm, and then they crashed through the front door. Lily got a brief impression of a long narrow hallway, and steep stairs, before Sloan kicked the front door shut, and put her down just long enough to yank his jeans down. In the next breath he was back and Lily sucked in air when he drove into her in one powerful thrust that pushed her higher up the wall.
Sloan groaned into her shoulder and froze.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, and…fuck, I need a condom.” He tried to pull out, but Lily tightened around him and shook her head.
“No, no need, please, don’t… stop… oh.”
She lost her ability to speak, as Sloan drove into her again with a muttered curse. He was big, and her internal muscles struggled to relax and accept him. She tightened again, and he pulled out slightly and then drove in deeper.
“Fuck, so tight, so fucking good, baby. Fly with me, come on.”
The strain in Sloan’s words sent heated arousal through her veins. Without any latex covering, the whole act felt even more intimate and raw in its intensity, as every thrust and retreat awakened nerve endings and sent Lily spiraling higher, closer to that peak that just hovered out of her reach.
Sloan rubbed his jaw along her jaw, sending shivers along her skin, and she clung tighter as he pummeled her against the wall. The wet sounds of their frantic coupling echoed in her ears, and yet… it wasn’t enough.
She moaned her denial when Sloan pulled all the way out, and before she could process his intentions, he’d pulled her T-shirt up, trapping her arms above her head in the process. The world went dark as the fabric fell over her eyes, and she drew in a sharp breath of surprise, when he spun her around. Her skirt disappeared and the unexpected swat to her ass stung. Lily whimpered as he continued to rain openhanded swats on her behind that made her cunt clench in need, and meant the evidence of her arousal ran down the inside of her thigh.
“That’s my girl. This is what you need, isn’t it. My naughty little subbie likes that bite of pain.”
He yanked her head back by her hair and the tee lifted off her eyes, as he ran the fabric higher up her arms. With his hand buried in her hair, he marched her over to the stairs and looped the ends of the T-shirt over the knob of the banister, until she was tied to it.
Excitement coursed through her veins, when he kicked her legs apart and pulled her head sideways until her gaze connected with his in the mirror on the wall.
Her pussy clenched in need, seeing the raw desire on his face. His cock, slick with her juices, jutted out in front of him, and he smacked her ass again.
“Yeah, look at us. See what you do to me? Your ass is nice and red, and you’re so wet, you’ll leave a stain on my floor.”
Letting go of her hair, he grasped both of her hot ass cheeks and squeezed. Lily hissed through her teeth at the sharp pain as he dug his nails into her tender flesh, while he ran the broad head of his cock through her wet slit repeatedly.
“Look at us. I want you to watch when I fuck you, and I want to hear you scream, baby.”
Without further warning Sloan drove into her pussy hole, and tears sprang into Lily’s eyes, as the brutal thrust forced her sensitive tissues apart. This angle meant he drove in even deeper with every thrust, until he was finally seated to the hilt, and he was so deeply buried in her body that he could barely breathe.
Sloan groaned and pulsed inside of her, and then pulled all the way out, only to drive back in again. Every move hit that spot in her channel that meant her body flew up the rungs of arousal, and seeing his thick length disappear into her made the whole experience ten times more erotic. Their gazes locked as he sought his own release, and Lily lost herself in the expression on his face. Muscles bulging, his face contorted into almost pain, before he grunted and pumped faster still. Heat bathed her insides and when he reached around and pinched her clit, Lily’s body, too, flew headlong into a release so spectacular her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor, had it not been for his cock still inside of her holding her up. Sloan steadied her with an arm round her waist and another orgasm shuddered through her when he pulled her up and thrust in a few more times.
Lily was dimply aware of his untying her from the banister, and then they both slid to the floor in a tangled heap of arms and sweaty limbs. She giggled when Sloan’s softening cock eventually slipped out of her, and snuggled into his body.
Cocooned in his arms and with the steady beat of his heart under her ears, she shut her eyes and simply enjoyed the postcoital bliss of sated limbo that only fantastic sex could leave her in.
Eventually Sloan sighed and, lifting her perspiration-soaked hair off her neck, delivered little bites along her neck. They sent renewed shivers of awareness down her spine, and she felt his lips kick up into a smile.
“I seem to recall I promised you a bath and food,” he said, and Lily wriggled until she could look at him.
“And a chick flick, don’t forget,” she said, and Sloan groaned.
“You’re going to hold me to that, aren’t you?”
“Too damn right, I am, Sir.”
Sloan laughed, and together they struggled into a more upright position.
“Well, never let it be said I don’t keep to my promises, my precious sub.”






[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]


When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.


Available now at Bookstrand with a 10% Discount.




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Wednesday, 7 January 2015

#MWTease from Let's Get it On "I want to see my pussy..." #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand



Hello lovely peeps, and welcome to the Mid Week Tease. Yes, it's back with a brand new look for 2015, thanks to our hostess with the mostest, the awesome Sandra Bunino.

If you're an author, then why not join us. You can sign up on Sandra's Blog and join in the fun. Be warned though, your TBR list will get longer. I have picked up several awesome reads from my fellow teasers last year.

So, on to my first tease of the new year. Taken from Let's Get it On, which releases on January 12th.

*happy squeal*

I've picked you an exclusive little HOT tease from this story. To set the scene, Cyrus has been out of the country, and this is him re-connecting with Lily....


“Knees up and spread your legs, girl. Come on, I know you can do it, and I want to see my pussy.”
Lily complied with a groan and Cyrus watched through hooded eyes as she brought her knees up and let them fall apart. The action caused her pussy lips to open to his gaze and it was his turn to groan as his cock jerked and his balls drew up tight. Her clit stood huge and engorged out of its usual hiding place, the surrounding flesh dark from the amount of blood that had rushed to the area, and her pussy hole clenched and released. Yet more of her feminine arousal escaped with each quiver, and slid down to her puckered nether hole. Cyrus grinned, as he realized that he wouldn’t need much lube at all to insert the new glass toy he’d also brought back with him. She was so wet already it was beyond gratifying to witness. It would give her a taste of what it would feel like to be taken by both him and Sloan at the same time, and she would be so fucking tight around his junk when he took her pussy. Perspiration broke out on Cyrus’s forehead and beads of sweat clouded his vision as he imagined her tight little cunt closing around him, drawing him deeper into the clasp of her body. He would finish off in her ass. He had promised her he would fill all of her holes, and he always kept his promises.
“Beautiful, little subbie. So eager for my cock, aren’t you?” Taking his dick in hand he tortured them both by sliding the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly, bumping into her hard nub at every upstroke, and pushing against her rosette on the way down. Lily whimpered and mewled and lifted her hips toward him, and it took all of his will power to not simply thrust into her dewy heat and bury himself balls deep. Not for the first time he thanked the fact that Lily was on a contraceptive implant, thus eliminating the need for condoms. Without any barrier between them, sensations were heightened to such a degree that the most exquisite pleasure shot up through his dick, and he ground his teeth and forced himself to step back, and pick up the rope again.
“Far too eager, in fact. I’m going to keep those legs open with the ropes, and tie you until you can’t move. How would you like that?”
Lily groaned in answer and he laughed and set to work. Setting her heels on the table he tied her ankles to her thighs and tied the ends of the rope to the table legs. A further rope went across her abdomen holding her in place and he was rewarded with more of her cream as he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Eyes closed, her hair fanned across the table, with the intricate rope work crossing her pale skin, she looked utterly stunning to him, and completely at his mercy. The Dom in him roared and, bending down he took out the knife needed, ready to free her from her bonds at the flick of a sharp blade if needed.
Cyrus ran his hands up and down her body, satisfied with the way she leaned into his touch as much as she could, and the way her breathing grew shallow.
“That’s my girl. If only you could see yourself, all trembling and open for your Sir like this. Give me a color, baby. Is it red, yellow, or green?”
They had previously decided that sticking with the traffic light system would serve Lily’s needs best. Cyrus knew she had cried yellow at few times with Sloan, which meant she needed a minute to process, but never red, which would have ended the scene immediately. Green, of course, meant full steam ahead.
“Green. Oh, so green, Sir. Please, please fuck me.”
Her breathless reply shot straight to his groin and he grinned as he picked up the butt plug. It was the biggest size she had taken so far, but Sloan had assured him that she could and would take it. Their girl enjoyed anal play, and he proceeded to slather it in generous amounts of lube. He rested the slick toy on her tummy and Lily’s stomach muscles jumped and she whimpered when she lifted her head to see what he was doing.
“Head down and eyes closed, girl. I want to you just feel and not worry about what I’m doing.”

“O–okay but… Oh, please don’t stop, Sir.”

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]

When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.


Releases January 12th and is available for preorder now at Bookstrand with a 10% Discount.



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D xxx