Safeword Interrupted Excerpt

PG Excerpt:

Driving down the graveled road toward the Cattail Club, Deacon kept glancing at his sub out of the corner of his eye. Luckily, he knew this route like the back of his hand – as many times as he’d travelled it. Other than some washed out ruts from the last storm, nothing on this trek had changed in the past ten years since his first trip. And much like the first time, his cock was a steel rod in his pants.

And this time has nothing to do with unknown pleasures I would find. This time it’s all about her.

He knew Bethany thought he was rushing, but under that uncertainty she wore like a cloak, he could tell she needed more than the time spent at his house. She needed the BDSM community to recognize her role in his life.

Too bad that that specific need scares the shit out of her.

Keeping his grip loose on the wheel, he finally broke the silence. “Do you remember the rules, Bethany?”

She bit her lower lip, then sighed. “Yes, Sir. Once we enter the club, I become your exclusive property. I will stay at your left, two steps behind, unless you place me in front of you. Everything I do reflects upon you as a Dom, which is why I am not to meet any of the other Dominant’s gazes, unless directed to do so.” She shifted against the leather seat. “I am to obey instantly and without question.”

“Very good. And the last thing?” The club’s rules for claimed submissives may have seemed harsh to the untrained, but they were for the protection of the sub. Too many dominants took a direct gaze as a challenge to master the sub in question. A harsh reality, but an honest one. By adhering to the rules, it cut down on the fights between the Doms. However, he didn’t want her to forget the real reason behind their trip.

Her lips quirked up. “I’m to enjoy myself – immerse myself in the pure pleasure of submission – as my master says.”

He almost laughed at the way she threw his words back at him. More than anything he wanted to see her lost in her need to submit – to please. 

Adult Excerpt:

Bethany whimpered under the fall of the flogger’s soft lashes as her Sir continued to flog her. Unlike his earlier punishment, this flogging was of the pleasurable type. Meant to tease while heating her skin, Deacon danced the leather across her entire back, warming her even as he drove her crazy with lust.

But not as crazy as the asshole with the remote. When she got free, she was going to take it and cram it up Tim’s ass. She should’ve realized the bartender had this sadistic dominating streak. He handled both the bouncers and the patrons of the bar with ease, no matter how much alcohol they’d consumed. The only man she’d ever seen him back down from was Deacon. At first she’d thought it was because Deacon was the owner, but seeing both men in this setting, she realized that it was because Deacon was Tim’s mentor.

She gritted her teeth as the plug flared to life once more, this time rhythmically pulsating against the tight confines of her rectum. The bursts of vibration seemed to penetrate the wall between her pussy and ass – making her even more desperate to come.

“Damn, that’s beautiful.” Tim clicked off the plug and moved closer to examine Deacon’s handiwork. Bethany could only imagine what her back looked like.

“Yes, it is.” Deacon’s tone was hoarse – a sure sign that he was beyond aroused. Would she even make it out of the club without being fucked? Her aching pussy hoped not, despite her initial unease at being the center of attention in the club.

“In fact, I think I need a closer inspection.” Deacon’s voice seemed closer. She whimpered when two fingers suddenly thrust deep inside her pussy. “Oh yeah, she’s wet.”

 She greedily clamped down on them, wanting to keep them deep inside her. She cried out in pleasure as he worked them deeper, before pulling them completely free. She could hear the wet slurp as he licked her juices off. “Sir!”

“Oh yeah, more than ready to be fucked.” He made a quick adjustment to the horse, and she suddenly found her ass against the impressive erection straining the front of his jeans.

She yanked on her restraints as the orgasm she’d been trying to delay surged hard against her fraying control. Then the plug flared to life once more. She stretched, her lower pelvis aflame with the need to come, and began to fall head first into the dark place where nothing more than her and Deacon existed. Call it sub-space, release, whatever…it didn’t change the fact she craved it more than her next breath.

“Hold it.” She barely heard the rasp of his zipper, before his hand wrapped around her ponytail. “Hold it, you little slut. Let me get in you first.” He jerked her head back, sinking his fingers deep into her hair, causing her torso to elongate as he sank deep inside her pussy. She sobbed, her mind reeling as she struggled to accept the intense pleasure of having both holes filled. She hung on by her fingertips, the release she desperately wanted just waiting to consume her whole being. But hold it she did – waiting for his words. 

Excerpt from Benevolent Master

With Anissa safely tucked into bed with Mr. Giggles, Alyce shut off her daughter’s bedroom light and pulled the door almost shut. It was times like these she was grateful that she insisting on living in the cottage that her grandmother had left her, located at the edge of her family’s estate. While close enough to the main house to satisfy her mother, it was still far enough away to give her a semblance of privacy. And after today, she needed it. Making her way down the hall toward the living room and the waiting glass of sweet merlot, she sighed. If any day deserved a glass of her favorite wine, it was today. As she settled into her favorite armchair to watch the flames crackling in the fireplace, she winced. Her bottom was still sore. She still couldn’t believe she’d let a stranger spank her…

“You’re late. One would think that you’d be on time for something so important to your thesis. But do come in and shut the door.”

Freezing in the doorway, Alyce shivered at the husky timber of the man who stood in front of the windows, but obeyed. Then hesitantly walked over and stopped in front of his desk, her gaze hungrily devouring his presence. Dressed in a pair of chinos and teal polo shirt, stood the Dom who’d refused to let her into New Beginnings. She was almost taken aback by his casual attire. Gone were the leathers, and an aura of dominance he’d displayed at the club. Now, he emanated the slightest annoyed vibe along with a healthy dose of expectancy. He was waiting for her to explain - and his tone assured her it had better be a good one.

She licked her lower lip and rubbed her suddenly damp palms against her skirt. “I…should have left the college earlier, Sir. Then I wouldn’t have been stopped for speeding.”

His brows lowered. “You were speeding?”

She nodded, uncertain how to read him. If he had been Ozzie, she’d have tried to hide the tickets from him and scraped up enough out of her grocery allotment to pay them - rather than face the backside of his hand. Then she reminded herself, that this wasn’t her ex-husband, nor did he have the right to discipline her.

“That’s not an answer, Alyce.”

She sighed. “Yes, I was speeding. My last class ran over, then another student stopped me to ask me about our study group, and there was no way to extricate myself without appearing rude…”

“So it was okay to keep me waiting?” His expression showed nothing.

She shook her head, then quickly spoke. “No, Sir. It wasn’t.”

He moved toward his desk, his shrewd eyes studying her - almost assessing her. His look had the same intensity she’d noticed in the club. “Do you know what happens when submissives keep their Dominants waiting?”

Behind her bra, her nipples hardened at the combination of his steady gaze and tone. “I get…I mean they earn a previously agreed upon punishment. A spanking or loss of privileges. It would all depend upon their partner.”

He pulled the chair out, and she expected him to sit down. Instead, he pushed it clear of the desk and stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Partners? Interesting word choice.”

She shifted uncomfortably. “Well, to me it doesn’t matter if it’s a Dom, sub, or a switch whatever. All parties involved going into an exchange play their role, but in the end they are partners. One submits, one dominates. You can’t have one without the other.”

“True. In today’s appointment what would you have said was my role? Am I playing the part of youth director, teacher or Dom?

She flushed, her mind whirling. “Ah, is this a trick question, Sir?”

“No, just tell me which role you see when you look at me, Alyce.”

She nibbled on her lip. “Honestly, a few minutes ago I’d have said youth director - but now…”

“Now?” He prompted when she froze, struggling to force the word past her suddenly tight throat.

“The Dominant, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good. And do you know what the dominant in me wants to do right now?”

Her thighs trembled and Alyce felt as if she were standing at the edge of a very high cliff. One wrong move would send her careening over the side and into the unknown.

“I don’t know, Sir. Spank me?”

He moved around the edge of the desk, stopping less than two feet from her as he considered his responses. “That would all depend on the reason for your late arrival. If it were due to circumstances my sub couldn’t control - like the accident out on the highway this morning, I’d give you a stern scolding about remembering to call me. However, I spank little submissives who are chronically late. It is very inconsiderate to make me wait when I’ve set aside time to spend with you.” He lightly brushed a finger over her cheek. “So which was today’s tardiness the result of?”

She tried to form a rational thought, but every part of her was focused on the feather light caress as he explored the side of her face. “I…the later, Sir.”

“Then if you were my submissive, you’ve find yourself bent over my desk, my palm warming your ass for making me wait.”

Tremors raced down her spine, and her knees felt suddenly weak as she met his gaze. In the hazel depths, she could see his conviction. “You’d spank me here? At your place of employment?”

“In a heartbeat, sweetheart. I don’t slack on my duties as a Dominant. I take them very seriously.” He cupped her chin, studying her expression. “You’re tempted, aren’t you? You’d like to find out how it would feel if I were take my disappointment out on your sweet ass, don’t you? To experience the phenomenon of taking a punishment then knowing everything is forgiven afterward, and we can continue on as before.”

Her heart leapt at his words. This was something she’d read of, had others tell her how their Doms had punished them and then the incident was forgiven. Could it honestly be true? That once the punishment was over, he wouldn’t pout or hold it over her head? If she wanted to find out, would he actually do it? And if he did, would he refuse to answer her questions later? She resisted the urge to lean into his palm, but kept her eyes steady on his. “If I say I am, will it affect the outcome of another meeting between us?”

He narrowed his eyes, but kept his tone calm. “Whether or not you let me spank your ass has no bearing on another meeting between us. Either way you will make another appointment with me. You intrigue me, Alyce with a Y. I want to learn more about you, and answer the questions that I see burning in your eyes. Whether or not you have a warm ass when you do will be your only decision today.”

“It’s my choice?”

“For today, yes. We have not negotiated a scene nor have we gone over your limits. Those will be done before I even dream of asking for your submission. This offer is nothing more than an experiment - a taste test of what a submissive feels when she disappoints her dom.”

“And if I do…” She couldn’t believe the words flew out of her mouth.

“Then you will bend over my desk, lift your skirt and bare that lovely ass for my hand.”

She bit her lip, her body warring with her mind. God she wanted it.

“What does here say, Alyce?” His palm of his other hand rested over her sternum. “Get out of your fucking head, and tell me what it wants.”

“To be spanked, Sir.”

His nostrils flared and desire heated his gaze as he stepped back. “Then assume the position, sweetheart.”

With trembling legs, she stumbled around his desk, aware of his comforting presence behind her. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, she jerked it up, exposing the delicate French lace panties she’d donned this morning, then gingerly lowered herself over the cool wood. And waited…

Alyce’s fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass and she barely managed to stifle her moan at the remembered flare of pain his hand had caused. Each blow had resonated to a hidden part of her, even as her ass had burned. Each time his hand made contact, her body yearned for something more. More pain, more of his touch, more what? As desire simmered through her veins, her mind circled around the answer, trying to ignore the obvious.

The slick flesh and wet panties between my thighs.

“Damnit, this is about my thesis, not getting laid.” She took another sip of her wine. “I don’t do things like this.”

Excerpt for Lying: A Secret Baby Novella

She whimpered at the increased roughness as he rode out his pleasure. It was like a series of aftershocks as each motion sent another smaller explosion through her, until she was completely wrung out.

Finally, he slumped over her, his body hot and heavy against hers. She tugged weakly at the cotton belt holding her, wanting her hands free. “Sir?” Her voice came out as a croak.

“Hmmmm?” His face pillowed in the crook of her neck.

“Ummm, can you untie me now?” 

He lifted his head and blinked at her almost lazily. “Maybe. Depends.”

“On what?” She whispered. 

He ran a hand down her side. “If you plan on trying to leave my bed before morning.” 

She gave him a soft smile. “I can barely move.” 

“Then I guess it’s safe to untie you, huh?” He reached down between them as he slowly separated their bodies.  

She didn’t have time to mourn the loss of fullness. His low curse filled the room. 

“Damnit!”  

“What?” She lifted her head in surprise. In his hand was what was left of the condom he’d worn.  

His gaze met hers. “The damned condom broke.” 

She sighed, leaning back against the pillow. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re getting married, huh?” 

There was a pause, while he dealt with the remains of his protection before he freed her arms. Sitting next to her, he rubbed her wrists, inspecting them for bruises.   

She studied his closed expression. She wasn’t sure if the idea of her getting pregnant was repulsive to him or not. Doing a quick mental calculation in her head, she stilled. Please let me be wrong. She was just on the outside of her fertile time.  

“It should be okay.” She forced the words out of her mouth, even as a doubt began to build.  

He sighed, suddenly looking very tired. “Don’t get me wrong, Mina. I want to have kids with you – eventually. But I’d like to wait until we’ve been married for awhile.” 

She nodded as he stretched out next to her, pulling her close. “Of course.” 

But as she listened to his breathing even out when slumber claimed him, a small fear filled her. Please don’t let me be pregnant.