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Reading His Submissive by Brandi Evans

Brandi Evans is here today with her book Reading His Submissive. This is the second book in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.

Sometimes, submission is the ultimate freedom.

The blurb comes straight from the characters mouths:

Raven:

I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.

Carter:

I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way.  Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?

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Publisher’s Note: Reading His Submissive is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Carter needed a sub, and he needed one now.

In four hours, he was supposed to start a class at Restrained Fantasies, the Dallas BDSM club that was his second home, but forty-five minutes earlier, the sub he’d enlisted to be his teaching subject had called in sick. How was he supposed to give a class on reading subs without a fucking sub?

If he had a little more time, he’d be able to find someone from Restrained Fantasies’ clientele, but time was the one thing he didn’t have. And not having everything planned out ahead of time scraped on his every nerve.

Carter dropped onto the leather desk chair across from one of the club’s co-owners, Brock Michaels. The other man made an interesting contrast to the sleek modern feel of his office. Brock was menace and intimidation that had somehow been fused together to create a living person. Shaved head, tattoos covering most of his upper body, the man oozed bad-boy-biker out the wazoo. He was the kind of man Carter, a detective outside the walls of the club, would pay close attention to if he were skulking around in dark alleys at night.

“Oh, I know who I could ask,” Carter said with a smile, the suggestion more to get a rise out of his friend than being an actual suggestion. “You could always let me use your pretty little sub. Viv looks spectacular in chains.”

Brock glared up from the paperwork scattered across his desk, his expression a few degrees shy of homicidal. “I don’t share Viv with anyone. Ever. And if you want to keep your testicles from being kicked into your throat, you’d do good to remember that.”

Carter fought to keep his grin from spreading and failed miserably. “I know, I know. Viv’s off limits. What about her friend Anne? Do you think she’d be game?”

“Most likely.” The other man leaned back, crossing muscular arms across a chest about as wide as the Grand Canyon. “Anne’s game for almost anything. If she says no, you could always ask Terry. She might like the overtime.”

“Already asked Terry, but she has plans she said she couldn’t get out of.”

Brock opened his mouth to respond, but a knock sounded against his partially open office door, and an angel followed the sound inside. Well, a dark angel anyway. Raven Malek, with her blacker-than-black hair and purple highlights, tattoos running the length of her arms and shoulders, nose and eyebrow piercings, ripped jeans, and a T-shirt with a bleeding rose could never be classified as an angel. But damn, she drew him in with the unstoppable fury of a supermassive black hole.

Emphasis on black.

Raven was one of two bartenders at Restrained Fantasies and, for the past few months, she’d also been an on-again, off-again player in Carter’s jerk-off fantasies. He couldn’t pinpoint precisely when the young woman had snagged his attention, but she had. All five-foot-six, lush and curvy inch of her.

What would her sexy body look like tied open to him?

More about Brandi Evans.

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

Fun Facts from Reading His Submissive

1. I added the following lines because this IS me. Raven is me! It’s just a little part of myself I put into her.

When Raven was finished dressing her coffee—two sugars and just a splash of cream—she took a sip and sighed. “I swear I could live off coffee.”

2. The following is also a little bit of me I crafted into Raven.

“So, you’re not big into cooking, I see.” She flashed a dick-hardening smile. “I actually enjoy cooking. I suck at it, but I enjoy it.”

3. The following line is actually inspired by Robin Hood. Ya know, the old Disney animated movie. Two cookies for anyone who gets it, LOL.

“And I’m so very glad she did.” He made a twirly motion with his index finger. “Let me see the back.”

4. The following post-sexy-times exchange is a bit of a nod to the show Lost Girl.

He was tracing a straight line of her arm tattoo when she finally spoke again. “Is it always like that between Dom and sub? The sex, I mean.”

“Well, I like to think I add a little something special to the mix.”

5. For anyone who knows me, you know I’m a giant nerd, and I like to put geeky references into all my stories. So here’s a Doctor Who (Ten) reference.

“I’m sorry, Genny. I’m so, so sorry.”

Goldie's Surrender by Felicity Brandon

One of Amazon’s top reviewers calls Goldie’s Surrender, the newest release from Felicity Brandon, a page-turning adult fairy tale. If you’ve read any of Ms Brandon’s books before now,

Blurb:

The fairy tale is true…

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?

Disclaimer: Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing at my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”

He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”

I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.

He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.

“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”

His expression changes, and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper I flinch, jumping backwards to avoid his presence.

“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.

I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”

With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”

“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.

“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without

permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…”

More about Felicity Brandon:

Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

She’s been reading and writing for many years and loves to delve into the psychological intensity of sexual submission. She has written erotic titles in contemporary, historical and fantasy genres.

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His Captive Pet by Measha Stone

His Captive Pet is the third book in Measha Stone’s Owned and Protected series. It sounds hot!

Blurb:

Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task?

Disclaimer: His Captive Pet contains elements of BDSM, including the discipline of adult women, along with sexually explicit scenes. If this is not to your taste, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Guess it’s the hard way. I have to say, I’m not too disappointed about it.”

He lifted off her back just enough to get both hands in front of her to unbuckle the collar and slip it around her throat. She bucked and kicked and tried to wiggle her head away from him, but he had more skills in trapping her than she could have imagined.

His cock pushed against her ass through his jeans. Hard. Beyond hard.

The leather pushed against her throat, cutting off enough air to make her wiggle harder against him.

“Shhh. You can breathe, calm down.” His finger slipped between the leather and her neck. “See, you can breathe.”

She took a slow breath. Air came easily with the buckle latched.

“This shirt has to go.” Another tear, right down the middle of her back. She used the opportunity of him standing up to bolt out from under him.

His booted foot kicked her, catching her in the thigh and sending her sprawling into the dirt patch off the side of the patio. Rocks cut into her hands as she scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her hair, fisting it effortlessly and keeping her on her knees. Her shirt, torn in half down the back, hung from her arms, barely covering her naked breasts.

It only took a flick of his wrist to remove it and toss it aside. The leash snapped onto the collar while she clawed at his hands.

Pulling on the leash, he dragged her to her feet, pressing his face against hers once she stood to her full height.

“I’m not struggling with you anymore, Aubree. You will learn obedience. And your training starts now.” His lips pressed hard against hers. Possession in a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, but even she could feel her lips soften beneath his. When his tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened for him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she promised herself she’d fight him off; she’d bite him if his kiss deepened. Except when his tongue entered, caressing her own, she only moaned.

His hand still wrapped in her hair, pulled her away from him. Her breath puffed out from her lips as though she’d just run up the hill again.

“Open your mouth, Aubree,” he ordered, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes. There was no hesitancy in his expression. He gave her orders, and he expected them obeyed. She had an idea of what he planned to do; she’d seen that thing in his hand when he’d walked up to her and Devin.

Having the leash on would be hard to take, but she could manage it until he calmed down enough to see reason again. But that thing, that fucking thing was not happening.

“Obey or be punished.” His hand cupped her cheeks, squeezing until she had to spread her jaw enough to release some of the pressure.

“I won’t do it,” she said with her teeth gritted.

“You will.” A promise. Not a thread of doubt in his voice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll crawl the whole way back to the cabin. I’m letting you use your feet… for now… but if you fight me, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I don’t care how cut up you get doing it. I’ll clean you up and make you do it again.”

He would. He’d make her crawl through the rocks and grass, and he wouldn’t relent. Something darker lurked inside Blake, something that should terrify her, but instead pulled her to him. The little spark of danger she’d felt from him at the bar ignited before her.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezed her cheeks harder, and she let out several huffs of air from her nose.

A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. She fought to keep control, to not give in, but in the end, she did. She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath and watching his face relax.

“There’s a good girl.” His lips stretched into a wide smile, and he held up the damn plug so she could see it. A tail. The man held a butt plug with a silicone doggy tail attached.

He shoved the glass plug into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. The plug pushed further down, gagging her.

“I didn’t have time to find the lube, so let’s hope you’re wet enough for this.” He yanked the plug out of her mouth, letting her gulp in a breath of air before he pulled her back to the patio table and shoved her back over the edge.

He kicked at her calves until she spread her legs. God help her, she wasn’t even fighting him.

Rough, thick fingers slid through her sex. He chuckled. “Yep, I’d say you’re wet enough.”

She clenched hard. Useless, she knew, but she had to try. She needed to find some resemblance of her spine. She couldn’t let him go on with her giving in too easily.

More about Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.

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Master Me, Please by BJ Wane

Reviewers describe BJ Wane’s latest book as sexy, hot, and emotional. Master Me, Please is book two in the Miami Masters series. I can't wait to read it!

Will his desire for her override his conscience?

Blurb:

Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also.  By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help.  One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.  She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews.  He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday.  Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead.  A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else. 

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed.  When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

Disclaimer: Master Me, Please is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses.  She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far.  All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all.  She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home.  The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it.  That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again. 

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response.  She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar. 

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks.  “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us.  Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat.  And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way.  A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge.  She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass.  That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments.  She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that.  When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs, and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

Stolen, Alpha's Control book 1 by Addison Cain

Addison Cain’s latest book Stolen (Alpha’s Control, Book 1) is attracting top reviews from readers everywhere. One reader describes it as:

“Unique and beautiful story telling set in a complex, dystopian world. Devastatingly exuberant sex that drowns the reader…”

Blurb:

He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.

Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.

Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.

Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.

***

Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock.

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”

More about Addison Cain:

USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, was born in California but, after completing a degree in Japanese, she spent years in Asia. She’s also lived in Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC.

She’s best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.
Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss. 
Connect  with Addison Cain:
Website: www.addisonlcain.com

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Don’t miss these other exciting titles by Addison Cain!
The Alpha’s Claim Series:
Born to be Bound: Book One
Born To Be Broken: Book Two
Reborn: Book Three
The Alpha’s Control Series:
Absolute Power: Prelude
Stolen: Book One
The Irdesi Empire Series:
Sigil: Book One
Sovereign: Book Two
Anthologies:
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales
Valentine’s Roulette: Unraveled
Hero Undercover: A Night by my Fire
Royally Mine: Consumed
Historical Romance:
A Trick of the Light
Dark Side of the Sun

Laura's Longing by Jessica Brand

Jessican Brand is here with her book, Laura’s Longing, a story of love and exploration.

Where is the line between pain and pleasure?

Blurb:

Laura is the quintessential all-American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and develops a plan for her fairy tale outcome. Quickly her dream turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend. After purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

Disclaimer: Laura's Longing contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

As he caressed her butt, she tested her range of movement and found it was very limited. Her feet were not secured and were free to move, but with his strong hand holding her arms imprisoned against her back, she had little other movement available to her. Just as she was getting her thoughts together coherently, the spanking started again.

This time it was a little harder than before and he struck her in a different spot each time, gradually working his hands all over her ample butt cheeks. He watched as the skin beyond her panty line was turning a delightful shade of pink and when he paused again he could feel the warmth emanating from her skin. Drawing her panties up into the crease of her buttocks, he then continued with his hand.

By this time Laura was beginning to squirm against his thighs as the intensity got to her. Each swat reverberated through her whole pelvic region. In a reflex action, her feet were beginning to move with each swat. As much as she tried to prevent it, she found she couldn't and she didn't realize that in the process of responding to his spanks, she had slowly opened her legs. This time when he paused to caress her, his fingers drifted between her legs. With her panties pulled tightly over her sex, she felt his fingers brush ever so lightly along her labia. She knew she was literally dripping wet in her arousal but she didn't care.

More about Jessica Brand:

Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene. 

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere. 

Q&A with Jessica Brand:

How did you become a writer?

I have harbored an urge to be a writer for many years, figuring I could write as well as many published authors but never having the wherewithal to actually see a story through to completion. When I finally did, I found that people actually liked it and I have continued ever since.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I now have six published books under two pseudonyms – Jessica Brand and R. R. Greaves. They all have elements of spanking in them but they tend to be more into BDSM, power and control and are quite explicit.

Are you okay in your kink?

I embrace my kink. After keeping it repressed for many years, I realized that you only live once. Just about everyone has fantasies and many of them are about things we would not normally share with family and friends. What goes on between two consenting adults is nobody else’s business and hence the biggest decision should revolve around whether one wants to act out their fantasy or whether they want to keep it in their mind. Once that decision has been made, it’s easy.

Where do you find inspiration for your stories? When you write, do you ever model any characters after actual people?

My inspiration comes from my own fantasies and experiences then I weave them into a story that, hopefully people can relate to. I want people to read my stories and be able to imagine themselves in the thick of the action – either as the dominant character or as the submissive. Some but not all of my characters are modelled on real people I’ve met and played with.

Master Zane by Maggie Carpenter

Today we are looking at Master Zane, the Rogue Aristocrat from Maggie Carpenter. This is book 3 in her Alpha Male Master Series.

How does a French Casanova fall under Cupid’s spell?

Zane De'Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesn’t remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.

It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentleman’s home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.

Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! That’s what she’s told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.
She believes she’s safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen…then everything goes black.

Disclaimer: Master Zane the Rogue Aristocrat is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. N

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Excerpt:

Zane shook his head. Would the girl never stop surprising him? Confessing that she wanted to stay with him had taken courage.

“That must have been difficult,” he murmured. “Thank you for being brave and honest. You’re done for now, but you’ll find yourself back here if you don’t behave. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”
“We still have some matters to discuss but it’s very late,” he said helping her up. “I’m tired and I’m sure you are too.”

“I am, and my bottom is stinging like mad.”

“If you do foolish things around me that’s what will happen. Knowing that, do you still want to stay here?”

“Uh…can I answer that later?” 

“No, you must answer me now.”

“You’re so hard.”

“I’m not hard, you’re just spoiled. Do you still want to stay knowing you’ll be subject to my discipline?”

“Yes,” she mumbled staring at the floor. 

More about Maggie Carpenter:

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website. To sample her work for free, go to www.3FreeBooks.com.

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Logan by BJ Wane

Fasten your seatbelt, BJ Wane has a new book out: Logan, book one in the Murder on Magnolia Island series.

A young woman’s death brought them together.  But would searching for the killer separate them for good?

Blurb: Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.

Disclaimer: Logan is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Buy links: Amazon

Excerpt:

Melanie’s startled squeak reverberated around the yard when Logan snatched her arm, sat on the lounge and hauled her over his lap.  Before she had even grasped the fact he was actually going to spank her, he had her short skirt flipped up and the matching tights yanked down, baring her butt to his gaze and the warm afternoon sun.  Humiliation heated her face and tightened every muscle.  She’d come over to be supportive and this was how he treated her?  Then the first sharp slap resonated throughout her body, the slight sting more surprising than painful. Instant, searing arousal dampened her sheath, the warm waft of air sliding across her buttocks adding even more heat to the burn between her legs that was at odds with her mortification.  How could she be embarrassed and excited at the same time?

She didn’t have time to ponder her contradictory emotions further as he landed a stinging slap on her right cheek that sent her legs kicking up and her head swiveling around.  “Ow!” she exclaimed in automatic response to the much sharper pain.

“Be quiet, unless you want the neighbors to hear you.  You’ve been asking for this for a long time.  Deal with it.” 

Logan pinned Melanie’s shoulders with his free hand and proceeded to pepper her buttocks with a quick volley of smacks, keeping them light, just hard enough to sting a little.  She gritted her teeth, needing to prove to him she could take whatever he dished out, could be whatever he needed her to be in order to get and keep his attention.  Her lip throbbed from biting it against the barrage of smacks he covered her entire backside with, some hard enough to urge the clenching of her buttocks in response, others just light taps that sent a zing of pleasure arrowing down between her legs.  The discomfort and embarrassment were more than she had expected when watching him all those years ago, but the budding arousal blossoming with each swat was everything Melanie knew she would feel from having his hands on her.  The combination of contrary sensations seemed to work together in building her response to a feverish pitch.

The unexpected smack aimed at the sensitive skin of the under curve of her buttock jolted her into pleading for something she couldn’t put a name to that lay just beyond her grasp. 

“Logan, please.”  Shifting her hips against his rock-hard thighs elicited a gush of moisture from her core and an instant wave of tingling pleasure at odds with the pulsing heat encompassing her butt.

Captivated by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches is here today with her book Captivated.

She wants a naughty girl spanking without the guilt.

Blurb:

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.

Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.

In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.

It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

Publisher’s Note: Captivated includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”

“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.

The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”

Her head snapped around. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”

“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”

The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.

“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.

“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”

How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”

“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, please ask me again. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.

“Anna. The skirt up, panties down, and part your legs. Fuck yourself until you come or do you want me to drive down some secluded road, drag you over my lap, and spank you?”

Jaye Peaches in her own words:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Her Alien Doctors by Sara Fields

Sara Fields is back today with a brand new book, Her Alien Doctors.

Blurb:

After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.

Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention center, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.

The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?

Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

She seriously needed an orgasm.

Dean stared back at her, his hazel eyes dark, commanding and thoroughly intoxicating. Her heart pounded in her throat as she took in the sight of him, his tall form towering over her. He was completely shirtless, and she had to remember to close her mouth as she gawked at him. His muscles rippled as he moved toward her, the shadows and cuts of his figure carved out under the black lights. She could see a black tattoo snaking around his chest and torso and when she studied it more closely, she realized it was a dragon. A smattering of light chest hair made him seem more masculine than ever, if that was even possible. The stubble across his jawline looked darker, more grown in than before. His hair was short, but just long enough to make her yearn to fist her hands deep within it.

If her wrists were free, she would have reached out to touch him, just to see if he was real and not an illusion. He was freaking perfect.

God. She needed to come.

Her pussy clamped down on the chilly empty air as he dragged the crop across her skin. Every nerve electrified as gooseflesh rose all over her body. Her legs trembled from the exertion of keeping herself balanced and her nipples were perpetually hard.

His rough fingers pinched each bud and her back arched into him unwittingly.

His fingers glided across her skin, slowly making their way down to cup her pussy in his palm. She knew what he would find there. Her arousal seeped from her core, coating her folds with her wetness. There was no way she could hide it from him, and there was something deep inside of her that didn’t want to.

Her body was at war with her mind. She didn’t want to like it and she didn’t want him to touch her, but the throbbing need within her spoke volumes louder than her head. The constant flow of blood seemed to pulse just under her skin, heating her to seemingly unbearable levels with her lust.

As he held her pussy in his hand, she couldn’t help but react with pleasure.

“I don’t want you to touch me,” she begged, yet the fight was gone from her voice.

“Yes, you do. I can tell just how much you want it. You should feel how wet your pussy is right now and how hungry it is to be filled with my cock.”

She moaned, his words burning through her like a firebrand. Her body blazed hot, simmering from a tiny flame to a raging bonfire as she tried to control her lust. It seemed near impossible as her need for ecstasy burned within her.

He moved around her and slapped each side of her ass. Her hips rocked back toward him as he spanked her. Her bottom stung a bit but her arousal was too strong, causing her pleasure to soar even higher.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, Master.”

“Please what, Jenny?”

More about Sara Fields:

Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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