Can’t Touch That!

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Sorry for my absence last week. I’m back this week with a new story I hope you enjoy and a new release! Sternly Chastised is another compilation of short stories.  Unfortunately, it’s not.live yet on Amazon but here’s a peek at the Cover! Happy reading! ~No

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Can’t Touch That

I stood in the shower and rubbed body oil into my breasts, imagining your hands in place of my own. I shivered as I plucked at my nipples until they tightened into hard little buds throbbing for more attention.

 

My slippery hands slid down my stomach gliding over the top of my bare mound until they ghosted over my aching clit. I moaned rubbing my fingers over my swollen bud in a circular motion.

 

“What are you doing young lady?” your firm voice growled at me from the bathroom doorway making my jump.

 

I flushed and pulled my hands away from my body as I gave you my sweetest smile, “I was just rubbing in body oil so my skin was silky smooth for you.”

 

You arched a brow at me, “Who owns your pleasure?”

 

My lips twisted a little and I looked at the floor, “You do.”

 

I gasped when your large hand suddenly cupped my sex your fingers sliding into my wet folds, “Who does this belong to?”

 

“You…ooh you!” I whimpered as my hips bucked helplessly against your hand.

 

“Are you allowed to touch my things without permission little girl?” you asked as one long finger sank deep inside me while your thumb played across my clit.

 

“No sir,” I said softly as pleasure began to steal my breath.

 

“Why were you touching yourself without permission?” you asked.

 

“I was thinking of you and I felt all achy and I…”

 

“What a naughty little girl you are,” you said as you placed one of you feet on the edge of the bathtub and placed your other hand on my backside using it and the finger inside me to guide me over you upraised knee.

 

“Yes Sir…I was very naughty…pleasure punish me,” I begged and then yelped as your hand landed hard on my upturned bottom; the oil still slick on my skin increasing the sting exponentially.

 

Every slap on my bottom forced me down on the finger inside me and caused my clit to ride your thumb. The combination of the intense sting and the pleasure making me hyper aware of both until I was sobbing, lost in a sea of warring sensations.

 

Again and again your hand fell my bottom on fire and the pain of the spanking bringing tears to my eyes even as your other hand drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

I moaned loudly through my tears as another finger joined the one inside me and your thumb began to rub more firmly even has your swats began to fall harder and faster until I stiffened then screamed as release shuddered through me.

 

You continued to spank me lightly as you fingers stroked in and out of me wringing ever bit of pleasure from me possible. I collapsed over your knee completely spent by the intensity of the orgasm.

 

Lifting me from your knee you pushed me over the edge of the bathroom vanity and filled me from behind with your long, thick cock. I groaned appreciatively as my tender tissues stretched wide to accommodate you.

 

You took me without mercy, slamming in and out of me the head of your cock pounding against my cervix as your thighs slapped against my sore bottom with every inward thrust.

 

Another orgasm washed through my body as I clamped down tight on your pistoning cock with a wail of pleasure. You groaned against the back of my neck as you stiffened inside me then I felt the hot jets of your seed against my sensitive inner walls.

 

You chuckled as you pulled out of me and lifted me into your arms, “That will teach you to touch what’s mine.”

 

I smiled against your neck and snuggled into you, “Mmmhmmmm.”

A little vajazzle with that spanking?

Happy Monday!!! Late again with Friday story but hopefully you will find it worth the wait! Happy reading! ~Mo

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Happy Birthday Daddy!

 

Nellie held her breath inside the big cake, trying to contain her excitement about the private delivery she’d planned for her husband’s birthday. She’d planned every detail meticulously, Pete thought she’d gone to a Lady’s Aide meeting instead of being with him on his birthday and she’d made sure he stayed home by telling him they were waiting on a special delivery he had to sign for.

 

He’d looked so pitiful when she’d left she’d almost told him about the surprise but she managed to hold it together. Nellie couldn’t wait to see his face when she popped up out of this cake naked except for a pair of black thigh highs, stripper heels and the long gold tassels she’d affixed to her nipples.

 

This would be a birthday Pete would never forget!

 

Nellie sniffed and frowned, it was kind of stinky in the cake, and belatedly she considered how many women had sat in this same cake hull naked before her and who they might have been in life. Of course it was all well and good to be a naked cake lady but the thought of sitting her naked ass in places countless naked asses had been before was less than appealing.

 

The longer she was in the cake the more the smell grew and began to separate into odors she recognized and a few she didn’t…Nellie decided in this case ignorance was definitely bliss. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the cake lifted from the back of the delivery van, it was almost show time.

 

“Special birthday delivery for Pete Erkins,” she heard a man say.

 

“Special delivery huh?” she heard Pete’s voice.

 

“Yes sir, we have instructions to set it up for you in the living room,” Nellie had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling in glee. This was the most exciting thing she’d done sexually since her kids had been grown, it was liberating.

 

She felt the cake moving again and then the slight bump when they sat it down in the living room. Then she heard the delivery guy cue her music before excusing himself, he would return in the morning to get the cake.

 

Nellie popped up out of the cake with her arms stretched wide on the fourth measure of “Big Spender” swinging her tassels for all she was worth.

 

“Happy Birthday Daddy!” she squealed with an exaggerated bump and grind accompanied by another counter clockwise swing of her tassels.

 

“Nellie!” Pete cried in alarm as his mouth fell open in horror.

 

“Mom!?!”

 

That’s when Nellie noticed their oldest son Ned along with about five other men sitting around the living room.  It was Nellie’s turn to gasp in horror as she moved to jump back while covering her tassels and her freshly shaved and bedazzled princess part. Unfortunately, when she jumped backwards her left 5 inch heel got stuck in some fabric inside the cake

 

The resulting upside down split with Nellie dangling over the back of the cake with her princess parts spread wide would go down in the record books as the worst birthday surprise ever.

 

“Pete!” she screamed as she realized she couldn’t right herself or free her trapped foot without help.

 

“Is her area covered in gemstones?” Nellie wailed at the inquiry…Pete growled and she was pretty sure she heard Ned gag…how would she ever look her first born in the eye again?

 

She sighed with relief when she felt a blanket cover her widely splayed legs and bejeweled nether lips as tears of mortification sprang to her eyes. Pete’s gentle hands caught her beneath her shoulders and lifted her against his chest.

 

“Are you okay baby?” he asked softly as she felt another hand freeing her heel from the cake so Pete could set her on her feet.

 

She buried her face against his chest as she heard their son chasing the other men out of the house and yelling good-bye.

 

“I’ll never be able to look Neddy in the eye again!” she wailed.

 

Pete laughed, “Sure you will honey.”

 

Nellie straightened, as she glared up at her husband, “Peter Martin this is not funny! Our son saw me naked and he gagged!”

 

Her loving husband snorted, “Our son didn’t gag he was trying to not laugh, he thought it was the most hilarious thing ever.”

 

She gasped, “He was amused by my mortification? Oh no! Pete what if he tells his brother and sister?”

 

Pete winced, “I hate to break this to you Nellie but I’d imagine he called them before he even made it to the car.”

 

Nellie closed her eyes; this was the worst day of her life. “I just wanted to do something sexy for your birthday,” she said with a whine.

 

“I always think your sexy baby,” Pete told her as he gathered her against him.

 

“Peter how can you think of sex at a time like this?” Nellie yelled up at him.

 

The blanket that had wrapped her shoulders was pulled away with no warning, “It might be the fact that your standing here naked with that sweet little slit decked out like a Vegas nightclub.”

 

She blushed, “Do you like it?” Nellie suddenly felt like a shy little girl.

 

“I feel like I need a closer look at the gems decorating my treasure,” he said with a grin.

 

Nellie grinned and moved her thighs apart, revealing the crystals decorating her hoo-hah with the piece de resistance, a giant pink crystal adorning her clit. The woman at Vajazzled had assured her the crystal on her clit would increase her pleasure tenfold.

 

She gasped when Pete’s questing finger found the pink jewel and began working it in a circular motion, “I…ooohhh…Pete!”

 

He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread the crystal wings wide so he could feast on her bounty. His finger continued to work her jeweled clit while his tongue sank deep working in and out of her to catch every drop of her arousal.

 

Nellie’s fingers wound tightly in his hair as she came with a scream grinding her wet slit into his face.

 

“Did you just come without permission little girl?” he asked looking up at her with a stern frown.

 

She shivered as she looked down at him, “Yes sir.”

 

Pete stood and grabbed her by the arm, leading her straight to the cake; he closed the top and then bent her over its white hull. The height of the cake perfect for his purpose as it gave her torso something comfortable to rest on and thrust her butt out ready for his discipline.

 

His hand falling naturally to the small of her back to help her hold position his hand began to pepper her bottom with stinging swats. It had been awhile but it was obviously like riding a bike and Pete quickly found his rhythm, spanking her until her bottom began to wag back and forth in an effort to escape the sting.

 

The minute her little ass wag started his hand began to fall harder and faster until she was gasping and moaning with each swat. Pete brought her bottom from white to pink and from pink to red under his experienced hand.  Nellie found herself pushing her ass out to meet each swat as the heat in her bottom and the wetness between her thighs seemed to grow with every well placed swat.

 

When he delivered five right on top of her wet slit jolting her bejeweled clit Nellie came again with a shocked mewl of pleasure. She heard his pants being unzipped and then she was flipped to her back, Pete’s hands cupping her sore hot ass as he plunged deeply inside.

 

He rode her hard, slamming in and out of her without mercy driving her need higher and higher. Her vajazzled jewels seemed to lose their hold on her mound the harder he took her…the one on her clit seemed to tug right then left almost as if the little gem was sucking on her with every thrust.

 

The resulting sensations sent her from one orgasm straight into another until she could barely breathe. Pete continued to ride her relentlessly until with a roar of pleasure he finally let go filling her with his hot seed. As he ground into her with his release Pete worked the pink crystal for all he was worth sending her into orbit one last time.

 

“Pete!” she wailed as her back bowed and her body locked down on his as if it would milk every last drop of seed possible from him.

 

“I think we’ll keep this cake,” Pete said with a laugh as he pulled from her body, making her gasp at the renewed sensations.

 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” Nellie said with a shaky laugh.

 

“Walking is overrated, maybe we’ll spend the day in bed,” he told her as he helped her off the cake then he froze.

 

“What?” she asked in alarm.

 

“You have sparkly little jewels everywhere,” Pete said picking one from her left breast and another from her shoulder. “How did it get up here?” he asked as he picked another of her right ear lobe.

 

Nellie laughed as she realized he had several on his chin, “Daddy you got vajazzled for your birthday!”

Rescue Me, it’s a free Friday Monday!


I hope everyone had a very happy Monday! Here is my free Friday three days late but it’s a new one! Happy Reading! Don’t forget to check out my new release, Rewriting the Rules! ~Mo

Rescue Me

She stared at the couple sitting across the room…the differential way he had his hand in the small of her back as he seated her…the way he took her hand as he seated himself opposite her…as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from her even the width of the table.

Once he’d done those things for her…made her feel special…encouraged her to divulge her darkest desires…secret things she’d never told anyone out loud.

Then he’d dumped her…ridiculed her…leaving her alone…leaving her empty.

She stiffened her spine…she would not cry…thank goodness her friend Louise had left already. There was no one else to witness this final humiliation. “Please let me get the bill and get out before he sees me,” she whispered quietly to herself.

“Little Kendra,” he was in front of her. Sneering pityingly down at her, “Imagine running in to you here of all places. Found anyone yet willing to beat the crap out of you?”

Kendra felt twin flags of color bloom on her cheeks, mortified by his words. How had she ever thought she loved this person? “I’m not looking for someone to do that.”

“Give up on all your sick fantasies?” Justin asked, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“Of course she didn’t,” a deeper voice spoke from directly behind her as a large warm hand rested reassuringly on her back. “Sorry it took me so long darling.”

She blinked up at the large well built man leaning down and kissing her cheek before sitting down next to her, “I…it’s okay.”

Dimples appeared on either side of his rakish grin, “It’s never okay to leave a beautiful woman alone love…it can lead to a pest problem.” He said as he looked her ex up and down with distaste. “Who is this?”

Kendra looked up and found her gaze caught in his deep green eyes, suddenly she forgot why she was uncomfortable, “No one important.”

“Did Kenny tell you she wants to be spanked?” Justin asked loudly.

She gasped; she’d never done anything to deserve this treatment but before she could respond that same big hand patted her thigh reassuringly, then pressed firmly as if signaling to hold her peace.

“We have no secrets between us,” he savior said calmly.

“Yet she never told you about me,” her ex said with another sneer.

“Why would she tell me about an insignificant boy who was unable to meet her needs?” Kendra lost a little bit of her heart in that moment.
“Boy?” Justin spluttered incredulously.

“Only a boy plays the cruel games you’ve been engaging in, a man would never behave in such a way towards a lady.” The man stood over Justin and turned back to her dismissing him.

“She wants you to spank her…” Justin said, trying again to embarrass her.

“I may well do it too…Shame on you young lady for ever shedding a tear over this puppy. Shall we go?” he asked as he helped her up from the table.

“I…the check…” Kendra started nervously.

“Is already taken care of,” he lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes once more and immediately finding herself lost. “It’s time to go home.”

“Yes Sir,” the words felt natural as she allowed him to lead her from the restaurant and Justin’s obnoxious behavior.

She started and found herself ensconced in a luxurious car alone with her handsome rescuer. “I don’t think…”

He grinned, “Trent Hyde, you’re perfectly safe, though if you ever accept a ride from a stranger again I will paddle your ass.”

Kendra blushed, delightful butterflies fluttering in her belly as a warm heat crept between her thighs. “I…umm…”

Trent laughed, “Speechless are you? So I’m guessing you shared your need for discipline with the little boy back there and he didn’t know how to give you what you need so he ran away instead.”

“I was just too much of a freak for him,” she said quietly.

“You are not a freak,” he said firmly. “We all have different needs and totally different turn-ons sexually. You just need a man whose needs dovetail nicely with your own.”

Kendra sighed deeply, “Easier said than done. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to bring up with someone you’re dating.”

“True enough, unless you date someone you know is open to the idea to begin with.” Trent told her.

She grinned and raised an eyebrow at him, “Like you perhaps?”

“Not exactly,” he said.
Kendra was horrified she’d assumed he was a fellow spanko, flushing deeply. “I’m sorry…I just assumed…could you let me out at the next corner please?”

“There is no need to be embarrassed Kendra and no I won’t let you out. I do spank my partners but there is a little more to me than spanking.” Trent explained.

“What do you mean?” she asked, willing to talk with him again now that he said he did spank.

“Do you know what a dominant is?” he asked her.

Heat pooled once more between her thighs, “Like Fifty Shades of Grey.”

Trent gave a longsuffering sigh, “It is a bit of a simplistic way to look at it but I suppose except let me assure you I don’t suffer from any misguided guilt regarding my sexual preferences. I will spank you…I will tie you up…I will deny your orgasm or force you to come over and over again for my pleasure and your own…I will spank you for fun and for discipline and I will suffer no pains of remorse for any of it. Is that something you feel you can handle?”

Kendra was so wet she was afraid she might leave a stain on the seat, “Yes please.”

He drove them straight to his apartment building without another word, helping her out of the car and leading her to the elevator. “You will need a safe word; chose a word you wouldn’t normally say.”

She shivered as she thought of the delicious things that might start happening in the next few minutes. “Xylophone.”

The elevator doors opened and he held out a hand to her, taking a deep breath she placed her hand in his and followed him down the hall to his apartment. Trent opened the door then turned to study her, “Tonight I am going to take it easy on you as I don’t believe you’ve played this game before…if you find this isn’t to your liking simply say your safe word and I will take you home but I am hoping this little experiment will open a whole new world for you; one that you would like to explore with me.”

Kendra stood looking up at him with a soft smile, “I do want to explore.”

Trent grinned and pulled her inside closing the door behind them, “For the rest of our time together you will call me sir. I expect you to answer questions truthfully and respectfully. You also need to understand that I control your pleasure…your pleasure and your pain. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” she said softly, shivering at the dominance in his voice.

“Yes what?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes Sir,” Kendra said obediently.

“Very good don’t forget again. Strip,” Trent said firmly.

She blinked, staring at him nervously, “I…ummm…what?”

He grinned, “You heard me young lady. That’s ten for not responding appropriately.”

“Huh?” Kendra asked as shock and desire warred within her.

“Twenty. Either safe word or obey.” Trent said sternly, any trace of humor leaving his expression.

“Yes Sir,” she said as she began to unbutton her skirt and then let it drop to the floor before pulling her silky top over her head and leaving it in a heap with the skirt. Kendra felt the flush filling her face as she unhooked her bra adding it to the pile before hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties and then lowering them with a deep breath. The crotch of her panties was so wet it left a bit of a trail down the inside of her leg as she removed them, with another flush of heat she tucked them beneath her shirt to hide the evidence of her arousal.

Standing up straight once more Kendra studied the floor, hoping he wouldn’t find her naked form wanting.

A low growl came from Trent as she felt him walking around her to study her nude form, “Beautiful,” he said as one long finger came to glide down her spine and over the curve of one full buttock.

Kendra couldn’t contain her shudder as his finger traced her full curves; he moved to stand in front of her that same finger sliding across the tip of her nipple then up her throat to lift her chin so she was meeting his interested gaze.

“I paid you a compliment. What is the appropriate response?” he asked with a raised brow.

She shivered at the look of heat in his eyes, “Thank you Sir.”

Taking her hand once more Trent led her to the couch where he sat down and pulled her down over his thighs. “You have a punishment coming young lady. Thirty swats.”

Kendra lifted her head to look over her shoulder in alarm, “I thought it was twenty.”

“It was…twenty for punishment and another ten because it will please me to turn your pretty ass a nice shade of red.” He told her.

She sighed and relaxed over his lap as his hand rubbed circles over her bottom, it felt so good when he removed his hand Kendra almost whimpered at the loss. It fell on the under curve of her bottom in a swift slap that brought a gasp from her lips. He delivered a matching swat to the other side working his way back and forth until she was writhing over his lap.

“Ten,” he said softly before pulling her body in closer to his then his hand fell once more much harder this time. He delivered five swats in a row to the exact same spot, tears forming by the time the fifth swat fell and then he moved to the other side. “Twenty.” Trent told her as his hand rubbed over the heated flesh of her ass.

“Thank you sir for correcting me,” Kendra surprised them both by saying.

“Good girl, these last ten are for me because I want to push you a little. They will hurt,” he warned her before he began applying his hand even harder than before. This time he counted out each swat. By the time he called out the tenth Kendra was collapsed over his knees crying softly.

Her bottom was on fire but even worse was the insistent throb of her clit and the wetness announcing how very much she’d enjoyed the spanking even though she was crying.

“Open your legs,” he commanded in a dark rich hypnotic voice she felt herself almost compelled to obey.

Kendra moved her thighs apart then moaned loudly when his fingers slipped into her wet heat stroking softly along her slit. He ran a finger from her anus back up between her lips until he was circling her clit slowly.

Mewling cries of pleasure began to slip from her as he continued to tease her, when two fingers slid inside her Kendra bucked her hips to take them deeper as his thumb continued to rub her swollen clit.

The combination of her hot sore bottom and his fingers inside her…on her was more than she could bear, “Please Sir…ohh…please!”

“Come for me now Kendra,” he commanded and she catapulted over the edge into ecstasy with a scream of pleasure as he needy body locked down on his fingers and milked them greedily.

Trent continued to slam his fingers in and out of her even when she tried to shift away, his thumb on her overly sensitive clit suddenly too much, she jerked when his other hand slapped down on her sore bottom six times in a row.

“You will take what I give you,” he said firmly as he continued to overwhelm her with his touch.

“I can’t!” Kendra cried.

This time ten slaps landed right in quick succession driving her arousal impossibly higher, “Who did I tell you was in charge of your pleasure and your pain?”

“You are sir!” she cried, her voice hoarse with arousal.

“That’s right I am and you will come for me again now,” Trent ordered her with another ten slaps to her bottom while he stroked a spot high inside that seemed to magnify her pleasure. Every swat driving his finger against that spot and grind her clit against his thumb until with a scream of surrender she let go and came in an explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.

He continued to work her tender slit as if to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from her spent body until she lay shuddering in the aftermath over his lap unable to do anything but recover.

Then Trent turned her in his arms, cuddling her close as she came down from the orgasms whispering what a good girl she was in her ear.

Finally, able to breathe normally again Kendra sat up, looking up at him in question, “Don’t you need to…?”

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose before shaking his head, “Tonight was about you learning what you need and accepting my responsibility to give it to you.”

“But…,” she frowned but he covered her lips with his fingers to shush her.

“Your pleasure was all the reward I needed tonight.” Trent assured her.

Kendra frowned dubiously, “If you’re sure.”

“Kendra, who is in charge of your pain and pleasure?” he asked.

“You are sir,” was her immediate answer. It pleased him to see that she didn’t hesitate at all anymore.

“Good girl, now get dressed and I will take you home,” Trent instructed.

Kendra reluctantly rose from his arms and went to do as he’s bid her. She’d told him earlier she’d taken the bus to the restaurant so she wouldn’t’ have to worry about driving after having wine. A decision he’d applauded her for.

As she dressed Kendra realized she was completely exhausted…the spanking and the intense orgasms that followed it had wrung every last bit of energy from her form. She also felt lighter and more relaxed that she could ever remember feeling, like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.

Trent drove her home and then walked her to her door, “Would you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to,” she said with a slight blush.

He laughed, “Yes we’ve gone about things a bit backwards but at least we know we are one hundred percent compatible.”

Kendra laughed, “Without a doubt Sir.”

 

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Excerpt:

“Come here, Aurora,” Donovan said firmly as he continued to follow her every step, effectively herding her toward a corner and barring further retreat.

“I will not! Do I have the word stupid stamped on my forehead?” she asked smartly, as she realized there was nowhere to go. She straightened her spine and glared up at him, pointing her finger at him. “Back off, Mr. Tate!”

“You’d be disappointed if I backed off, little girl,” he told her with a knowing grin that enraged her.

“You’re seriously deluded!” Aurora said scathingly.

Donovan smirked. “You want to feel my hand on your ass so badly your body is quivering. In fact I’d bet money you are dripping wet, your body aching for my dominance.”

She gasped, shocked by his words, but worse was the little pulse beating in her panties as slick heat surrounded her clit giving truth to his words. Angry tears threatened to fall and she moved to slap him again.

“Temper, temper,” he said before catching her firmly by the arm as she made to swing again and let her own forward motion and the slight tug on her arm send her tumbling over his lap as he sat on her sofa.

She started, finding herself over his lap and glanced over her shoulder with alarm. “You can’t spank me!”

Donovan clamped an arm over the small of her back and jerked her sleep pants to her knees, baring a lily white bottom. “Oh, but I can, love, and if you ask me this is long overdue.”

Aurora immediately began bucking over his knee, screaming over her shoulder at him, “You bastard! Let me go right now! You have no right to do this to me!”

She continued to kick and yell at him, knowing this had to stop, she’d worked so hard not to crave this feeling… Aurora had to fight the need to submit to his dominance; that secret part of her she’d thought buried ached so badly it almost made her want to relax her body and take everything he gave her.

In a panic she screamed at him and called him everything but legitimate in a violent effort to suppress her need.

When he ignored her and began methodically slapping his hand down hard on her exposed backside, she shrieked in outrage.

“Aurora, you’ve been allowed to hole up in this house living some sort of half-life for far too long. Someone should have taken you and this situation in hand long ago, but since they didn’t, I guess it falls to me,” he told her matter-of-factly.

His hand continued to fall, so hard and fast she couldn’t keep track of the number of swats. Every swat left her ass feeling like she’d disturbed a nest of angry bees. Aurora began to buck, not to scream at him but in genuine effort to avoid the next swat.

No matter which way she rocked her poor bottom his hand still unerringly found its target, leaving her gasping in dismay as the heat in her seat continued to build. Her movements became more and more jerky as the spanking continued, her will to resist beginning to crumble under his onslaught.

“Are you beginning to see reason?” Donovan asked her as he continued to slap his hard palm down in no discernible rhythm.

“I’m beginning to see that you are the biggest dickwad in the free world!” she yelled in a last-ditch effort to hang onto her anger.

“Not quite ready I see,” he said and to her dismay his hand began to fall even harder, concentrating the smacks in one spot several times in a row before shifting to another spot to give it the same attention.

Aurora howled in outrage at the unfairness of the situation.

Soon her bottom was on fire and her shrieks of outrage changed to cries of pain and her insults to pleas… but still his hand continued to fall until with a sob of defeat Aurora collapsed over his lap, submitting to the punishment with soft, heartbroken sobs.

“Are you ready to listen to reason?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly.

Ten swats harder than before landed directly on her sit spots in quick succession, then he rested his hand lightly on her throbbing red bottom. “Are you going to apologize for your rudeness?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been behaving,” Aurora said contritely; her poor ass was on fire and she was ready to say anything to end the spanking.

“Good girl,” he praised her and she frowned at the warmth that filled her chest. She didn’t want to feel warmth or anything else for this man. She was shocked when he stood her in the corner with her pants still around her knees and her red ass on display.

“Oh, hell no!” Aurora snapped as she started to turn around, only to be stopped by a firm grasp on her arm and a series of swats on the under curve of her ass that made her swing her hips in a futile effort to avoid them. Tears of embarrassment coursed down her cheeks as she found herself back in the corner with her nose firmly planted.

“Now while you think about how this meeting could have gotten off to a better start, I’m going to sit down and go over the edits you sent last night at three in the morning. Apparently we need to get you on a better sleep schedule too; that’s entirely too late for you to be up writing,” he said firmly as he sat back down.

Aurora kept her own counsel as she stood in the corner plotting revenge. Donovan might have the upper hand now but sooner or later he’d leave and once he was out of her home he’d never get back in again—even if she had to buy several vicious pit bulls and a killer raptor or at least a bloodthirsty parrot.

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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.

Excerpt:
David moved toward the bench and rested his elbows on it. His smooth features maintained their relaxed appearance. The man was perfectly at home in the room. “Tell me about your fantasies.”
Anna’s stomach churned itself into knots. “I can’t.” She cringed. “They’re so… embarrassing.”
“When I spoke of mine, I mentioned the abduction fantasy and you were ambivalent in response. Was that you trying to be Henrietta or yourself?”
He’d noticed. She hoped he might deep down, but at the time, she wanted him to think Henrietta hated the idea. “I’m intrigued,” she said, not wanting to commit to an answer.
“I ask, because my fantasies are dark. Too dark for you. So I think whatever you’re embarrassed about is probably not likely to shock me. So close your eyes and just say a few things. Don’t judge yourself too harshly.”
She swayed, fluttering her eyelids, quite unprepared to divulge her life’s secrets. “I suppose I want to be spanked. Obviously,” she stuttered.
“Go on,” he said quietly.
“Except. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Why?”
“Because in order to be spanked, I have to be naughty. A brat. The kind of girl you’d not like. I know it sounds crazy, ‘cos it does to me, but I want a naughty girl spanking without the guilt.” Her eyes sprang open and she expected to see him shaking his head, or some other negative expression. Instead, he had a soft smile on his face.
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Author Bio:
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 her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

This week’s free story and a naughty excerpt from Rewriting the Rules!

Good morning everyone! I am  a few days late with this week’s free story and it’s another repeat. Next week I promise you shall have a new one, this week just got away from me. I have also included a hot excerpt for my new book Rewriting the Rules! Happy reading! ~Mo

Fantasy Fulfilled

She sighed as she leaned in to study her newly made up face in the vanity mirror. Then with a sultry smile over her bared shoulder, she looked back at the man she had tied to her four poster bed.

“Do you think it’s too much, Lover?”

He frowned and pulled at the silken bonds holding his wrists, “I think enough is enough. My tolerance for this little game is wearing thin, young lady.”

She pulled an artful pout, “You didn’t like the show?”

His eyes ran the length of her studied pose. The old fashioned silk taffeta number seemed to slide away from her skin in strategic areas, exposing her full round bottom and slender back to his gaze. Her every movement seemed to reveal another inch of creamy white skin.

He groaned when she added a shrug to her pout and the pink fabric slipped completely off her shoulder and gave a tantalizing view of one rounded breast.

“Tory, I said enough! Untie me.”

She stood and the rest of her outfit pooled at her feet. A slow smile graced her features as she turned to face him proudly, “Oh Lover, the games haven’t even begun.”

His throat went dry as she walked towards the bed. Her full breasts seemed whiter somehow, her nipples pointing demandingly at him with every step, tightening with every sway and bounce. He loved the way her waist nipped in neatly, it seemed to exaggerate the full swell of her hips below, and her slightly rounded tummy…the way her neatly trimmed mound was framed by her thighs…he wanted her.

He wanted all of her…in every way imaginable and he didn’t want to wait for her…he wanted to take her…to make her gasp with pleasure as he thrust deep and reminded her who was in charge.

He grew painfully hard as thoughts of mastering her swirled through his mind. So focused on the fantasy he was weaving he was almost surprised to find her standing next to him with a wicked grin on her face.

“Don’t you want to play my game?” her tongue came out to lick her full moist lips as she leaned down to run a finger lightly down the center of his chest.

“You’re going to regret this later if you don’t untie me this instant, Victoria.”
She placed her mouth over his and kissed him deeply, her tongue tangling all too briefly with his own before she pulled away.

She laughed when he groaned and tried to follow, gently pushing him back down, “I don’t think so Lover.”

The bed gave as she climbed up next to him, looking down at his naked body like he was a feast and she couldn’t decide what to eat first.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard only to gasp in surprise when her felt her warm mouth close over his right big toe.

His eyes flew open to see that she’d straddled his legs, her round and full ass facing him with her legs slightly parted, hinting at the secrets that lay between them as she sucked his toe deep into her mouth and then swirled her tongue lightly around it. His shaft hardened more at the thought of her mouth there taking him deep.

He pulled at his hands wanting badly to grab her.

Her throaty chuckle filled the air as she felt the bed sway with his movements, “Liked that did you?”

She watched him over her shoulder as she sat up and ran her finger nails lightly up the insides of his legs.

He stiffened in anticipation only to be disappointed when she stopped just short of touching him where he most wanted to be touched.

She turned to face him and began kissing her way up his body; she started at his belly studiously avoiding his straining erection.

He tossed restlessly on the bed as tiny nibbling kisses were placed along his chest; the air nearly left his lungs when her small white teeth caught his flat nipple and tugged gently before laving it with her tongue.

“Oh God! Tory!”

“Is it good?” she asked, as her lips hovered once more above his own.

“Yess…,” he was surprised to hear his breath come out in a hissing gasp similar to the ones he usually brought from her.

She pressed her mouth tightly to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth alternating between stroking it with her own and sucking on it.

Then with a sigh of regret she pulled away once again, “That was lovely but I still have more work to do.”

Once again she turned to straddle him, this time placing her bottom a few inches in front of his face. He nearly came undone when her finger ran teasingly up the length of his cock.

She leaned in and blew softly on the head, smiling to herself as it jerked in response. Then she took the tip into her mouth running her tongue around the head before taking it deep.

His hips thrust helplessly upwards in response.

She savored him, enjoying his taste…her control.

When she knew he was close she stopped, climbing completely off him and the bed.

He cried out in disbelief, “Tory! You can’t stop there!”

“Well of course I can dear, I need to freshen up my lipstick,” she told him with a saucy wink.

He watched from where he lay helplessly bound as she did just that before turning back to study him.

“Do you want more, Lover?”

“You know I do.”

She swayed her hips enticingly as he returned to the side of the bed, “Are you sure?” She asked, as she ran another teasing finger up his chest.

“Damn it Tory…this has gone far enough!”

“But there’s so much farther to go.”

He alternately threatened, cursed, begged and pleaded as she brought him to the brink of orgasm again and again.

When she finally straddled him and took him deep his relief was so profound he cried out.

She sighed in pleasure and then frowned; this wasn’t going to get it. She’d so enjoyed teasing him but she’d teased herself right along with him and now she wanted him…no she needed him…deep and hard.

She rose up off him and untied his hands and feet.

The bed exploded in motion, but instead of taking her where she knew they both wanted to go, he flipped her neatly face down across his thighs.

“Wait Jacob! Can’t we do this later?”

“I’ve waited long enough Victoria!” then his hand connected to her white bottom with a satisfying smack.

They both gasped at the sound.

His hand began to fall in a relentless rhythm bringing her bottom to a bright red hue; then his hand ran lightly over the well-heated surface, his fingers lightly grazing the cleft between her cheeks. “Did you enjoy being a tease Tory?”

She panted and bucked back against his hand, “You know I did.”

He smiled as he eyed his handiwork, sending a finger deep in one strong thrust and enjoying her gasped response.

She moaned as he played her like an instrument, he always knew just how and where to stroke her to send her to the edge.

She whimpered when he pulled away and lifted her from his lap, “Jacob!” She wailed.

“Soon my sweet,” she needed very little urging to get up on her hands and knees next to him.

She looked back over her shoulder about to ask what was taking him so long only to cry out in dismay as when she saw him reaching to retrieve the wooden hairbrush from the bedside table.

“No Jacob!”

He caught her easily around the waist as she made a half hearted effort to escape, “Yes Tory.”

The brush bounced off her already tender bottom with a resounding crack.

She cried out as the sound was quickly followed by several more. Soon the only sounds in the room were the brush meeting her bottom and the whimpering cries it brought from her throat.

She screamed…no longer sure if it was from the stinging pain or the frustration of unfulfilled desire.
When her bottom was on fire the brush landed on the bed next to her head.

She looked back at him, tears on her cheeks, “Please…oh please…”

Then he was there…pounding into her just like she wanted…deep and hard.

It was a frenzied loving, both reaching the stars in a matter of moments and collapsing into a heap of arms and legs on the bed.

He pulled her tight into his body pressing his face into her hair; God how he loved this woman.

She grabbed his arm pulling it tightly around her as she pressed her flaming behind into his stomach; Lord she adored him.

She pressed a kiss into his hand.

He smiled sleepily into her hair, “What do you want to do tomorrow night?”

***

Now for the excerpt from Rewriting the Rules!

Blurb:

Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.

Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.

Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?

Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

Donovan grinned as he pulled almost free of her body then slammed home again; Aurora just clutched the couch with a mewling cry. She’d scream for him by the time he was finished with her.

He continued withdrawing almost completely and slamming back inside to the hilt until she began to quiver around him again. Then he shifted his angle until he found a spot deep inside that made her moan a little louder as he drove deep.

He pressed hard against her and rotated his hips so the head of his cock ground against that little spot. Soon her cries were louder and her thighs were shivering as the orgasm built.

The little scream she gave when she came was better but still not what he wanted to hear. Donovan withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her and pulled her hips out from the couch as he pressed her legs together.

He almost groaned out loud when he pushed back inside; she was an impossibly snug fit this way. Aurora felt the difference too as she yelled her pleasure loudly. He began going hard and fast, taking her so deep that each time he was in to the hilt, his upper thighs slammed against her well spanked bottom with a slap.

Donovan planned to show her no mercy, she needed this… and he found he needed it almost as much as she did.

He rode her at a relentless pace, until once again she came undone; this time hard shudders racked her body as she shouted her pleasure. He grinned and spread her wide again; now it was his turn. Donovan pounded in and out of her like a jackhammer until she screamed his name one last time and her pulsing sheath locked down on him like she’d never let him go, triggering his own orgasm and milking him dry.

Her body was still squeezing him, clamped tightly around his cock as he pulled free with a groan of pleasure. Aurora lay over the arm of the couch like a rag doll; Donovan lifted her to stand in front of him.

It was obvious she had trouble standing on shaky legs, so he eased her down onto the couch. She looked up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes and he grinned, tucking a blanket around her. Right now her features were soft and open… submissive.

Donovan leaned down until they were almost nose to nose. “I don’t ever want to hear what we do between us described as fucking again.”

She blinked. “I… well… it… ummm…”

“You’re trying to use it for distance. I’m onto your tricks, little girl, so it won’t work. Next time I punish you, there will not be orgasms on the menu, understand?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, looking away pensively. Then her eyes came back to his, tears filling them again and her chin quivering. “What do you want from me?”

“Everything… everything you are, everything you will be… everything and then some,” Donovan told her resolutely, pressing a kiss to her forehead before fastening his pants and then lifting her high in his arms and sitting back down with her cuddled on his lap.

Aurora stiffened at first then sighed deeply and relaxed into him with her face buried in his neck.

He smiled and rubbed her back, luxuriating in the feel of her in his arms. She fit like she belonged.

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Hot bondage sex and an excerpt from my current WIP on free Friday

Happy St. Patrick’s day everyone! Everything is going quite nicely in Morgannaland today. The Reawakening of Aurora Kane  (working title) should be out in the next week or so, *insert happy dance* and I’m working on revisions from my editor on Properly Punished 2. Finally, I am coauthoring an erotic thriller with my friend, Jack Crosby.  What do you get when you cross a hard bitten FBI agent with an erotic author playing bdsm games on Facebook with a serial killer? You get spankings, hot sex and adventure galore! We are almost halfway done and we are having a blast! Be sure to check out the excerpt after today’s story! Happy reading! ~Mo

Peace in His Arms

She was tied spread eagle on the bed…naked and blindfolded waiting for him to touch her again…the wait was excruciating…her breath coming faster with each moment.

Was that a slight touch she felt along left her side? Just the softest whisper of sensation and then it was gone. Another almost nonexistent caress along the right side, he was playing with her…teasing her.

She whimpered doing her best to hold position…still he said nothing…the silence in the room magnifying every sensation. Something tickled across the pebbled nipple of her left breast wringing a mewling little cry from her lips as she strained against her bonds, wanting to press into whatever continued to twirl lightly across the tight bud over and over.

“Please!” she cried as her head thrashed on the pillows.

His only response was a sharp swat to her swollen labia making her body jerk as she gasped. She knew it was the riding crop with the little flat leather paddle at the end she braced herself for more punishment, knowing she was supposed to have been silent.

He didn’t disappoint, the little paddle snapped down on her bare mound four more times in quick succession leaving her entire labia in stinging awareness. She imagined her lips had grown even puffier from both the small punishment and her increased desire.

She could feel moisture weeping helplessly from her core, trickling down her inner thighs and along the cleft of her ass.

He’d been teasing her so long a fine sheen of sweat covered her body, every nerve ending felt alive…every inch of skin on her entire body seemed to be crying out with a need to be stroked…caressed…tears of raw need began to leak from her eyes as her agonizing wait continued.

“Shhhh…does my baby need some relief?” he asked, in smooth controlled tones.

“Please…please…please….” She almost chanted.

She groaned as she felt him climb up on the bed between her legs and he parted her still sensitive labia with his fingers and then she gave a slight buck of her hips as his tongue licked through her wet slit.

He moaned as he lapped up her cream, her body obliging him by producing more for his greedy consumption. She gave a soft cry of pleasure as his throaty moans sent delicious vibrations through the entire area then zeroed in on her needy little clit.

As she felt his lips close over her stiff clit one thick finger sank deep into her slick channel.

“Ooohhh…,” she cried out, a shudder going through her body, an orgasm hovering from just that first stroke.

His finger worked in and out of her as he began to suck her clit hard, “Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” He asked around her clit.

“Yess….please…yes…” she cried her hips now rocking up and down as much as possible with her restraints to take more of his finger. When a second finger joined the first, stretching her open more she came with a little scream.

He continued to work his fingers in and out, as she spasmed around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers free and gave her still pulsing slit one last lick before he moved away but then she felt the broad head of his cock pressing against her entrance without pushing inside.

“Oh please! Yes! Please!” she yelled, trying to press up to capture his cock but he held her down continuing to tease her opening with the head.

He pulled back and then his cock slapped down on her wet mound making her jerk in response. His cock slapped down on her pussy again and again, making a wet smacking sound.

Every little swat of his cock drove her need higher and higher until she felt almost mindless…the sweet ache of need grown to almost epic proportions.

“You want my cock?” he asked.

“Yes…please….”

“Beg for my cock,” he told her as he pressed just an inch or so inside stretching her opening exquisitely around the broad head.

“Please…please I need it…” she cried.

“Beg me,” he commanded as he pressed another inch inside her greedy channel. “Beg me or I’ll take it out.”

“Please…I need your cock so bad…please…fill me up…please!” she cried out.

“Good girl,” he told her driving deep inside and groaning as her tight walls enveloped him in their slick depths.

The feel of him stretching her wide around his girth and pressing relentlessly deeper as she took his whole length. Finally, he bottomed out against her cervix his balls resting against her ass.
She moaned loudly as she began to rock her hips helpless, trying to fuck herself on his thick cock. She wanted him to move.

“You want me to move baby? You ready to cum on my cock?” he asked.

“Yesss…ohhooo…yes…” she whimpered as she continued to rock on him.

Then he began to pull free all the way until just the tip rested against her entrance. She cried out at the emptiness he left behind then he slammed back inside.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she yelled.

His hand gripped her ass and he began to take her in long hard strokes, pulling almost completely free before filling her up again.

She loved the way he stretched her open with each inward thrust as he pounded into her, her body began to tighten up beneath him as he rode her hard.

Her breath came in soft pants as she neared an explosion of pleasure. Every time he slammed inside he ground against her clit driving her higher and higher…pleasure building on pleasure until she screamed his name as her body clamped down hard on his pistoning cock and milked it dry.

“Good girl…that’s my good sweet girl,” he said pressing kisses against her hair as he came deep inside her leaving them both shuddering in the aftermath.

He rested over her for a minute as he caught his breath, before he pulled free sending another aftershock of pleasure through her.

He carefully undid her binds and took off her blindfold before gathering her tight in his arms, pressing kisses all over her face as he praised her.

“Sleep babygirl,” he told her as he cradled her against him.

She gave a soft breathy sigh of peace and fell asleep safe in the arms of the man she loved.

Excerpt from my current WIP, The FB Killer:

Mona Hyatt

Excerpt from His Hands, by Mona Hyatt:

His tongue rimmed her aching core, lapping lightly just at the opening and driving her insane.

“Pleaaseeee…” she cried, her hips undulating desperately seeking relief.

“Who controls your orgasms?” he asked firmly as he delivered a hard swat to her spread nether lips, his fingers just catching the edge of her clit.

Her back bowed and she yelped as esquisite pain bloomed into pleasure and shot her right over the edge of the cliff.

That was almost as hot as my scene yesterday with Gregor, I thought with a grin. Trying to ignore the little pulse in my clit that had sprung to life with just the memory.

I wondered idly if anyone was on-line to play with, obviously I needed to write but I did it so much better fresh off an orgasm.

With a sigh I pulled up facebook and grinned when I saw the little green light indicating Tom was online. Tom wasn’t as heavy into D/s but he was usually good for a spanking and then an orgasm with or without assistance.

Mona216: “Hola”

Tom: “Well if it isn’t my favorite naughty girl.”

Mona216: “Hahaha”

Tom: “Shouldn’t you be writing young lady?”

My bottom began to tingle deliciously with those words.

Mona216: “I suppose…but I wasn’t really in the mood…”

Tom: “Naughty and lazy today are we?”

Mona216: “Hmmpf”

Tom: “Is that an appropriate way to speak to me young lady?”

Mona216: “You’re being such a fuddy duddy.”

Tom: “That’s more than enough! Go get your big wooden hairbrush, the one with the long thick handle.”

My girl parts wanted to do a happy dance, it wasn’t real dominance. The man was far to easy to manipulate but when needs must. I grinned and hurried to my bedroom to fetch the requested brush. One night I’d taken pictures of all my brushes so I knew exactly which one he was talking about.

I hurried back to the computer, eager to see what his next instructions were.

Mona216: “I have my brush sir.”

Tom: “Now that’s more like it. Good girl. I want you to pull your pants and panties down to your knees and bend over the desk, keep one hand on the keyboard.”

The perks of being a self-employed writer, I thought as I pulled my pajama bottoms to my knees baring my bottom to the room as I bent over the desk as instructed. I kept one hand on the keyboard and the other wrapped around the brush handle.

Mona216: “Ready sir.”

Tom: “I want ten hard swats in the exact same spot on your right sit spot.”

Mona216: “Yes sir.” I told him just before I brought the brush down on my right sit spot with a loud splat that made me hiss. I didn’t hesistate and laid nine more down in the exact same spot leaving the whole area stinging painfully.

Tom: “Again.”

Mona216: “In the same spot?”

Tom: “Yes and make it twenty for asking a question you knew the answer to.”

Mona216: “Yes sir.”

I grimaced and delivered twenty more swats as hard as I could to the exact same spot making myself actually yip a little by the time I finished the last swat. My right ass cheek was on fire.

Tom: “Give the left side the same thirty.”

I did as instructed and then reported back to my on-line disciplinarian. I was hoping the spanking part was done but my hopes were in vain. By the time my spanking was over Tom had instructed me to give about one hundred additional swats to each side leaving my bottom feeling like I’d sat on a hot stove and perilously close to real tears.

I knew I’d feel this directed self spanking every time I sat for the next three days.

Tom: “Are you ready to be a good girl again?”

Mona216: “Yes sir…please I promise I’ll be good.”

Tom: “Sit that hot little ass down on your chair and spread your legs.”

I eagerly did as instructed hissing as my sore bottom made contact with the chair but it just sent another jolt of need through my clit.

Mona216: “Oh sir…my bottom hurts.”

Tom: “As it should. Are you ready for Sir to make it better?”

Mona216: “Yes please.”

Tom: “You know what to do with the handle of that brush. Do it hard and make yourself cum. Send me a voice message of you cumming. It better be loud or we will start your spanking over.”

I quickly braced my feet on the desk just like I had yesterday with Gregor and sent the handle of the brush deep, moaning as it filled my emptiness. Within three thrusts I was close to exploding and I pressed the record button on messenger so my cries of pleasure could be shared with Tom.

When the exercise was complete I felt in a much better frame of mind to write and I thanked Tom for his discipline and signed out of facebook. I had become such a pervo, but I hadn’t ever had any luck in the dating arena.

Through the bdsm community on facebook I had found a plethra of online dominants to play with and to enhance the stories I wrote. I’d also found I like to cum a lot so why deny myself?

In no time at all I was lost in my WIP and surprise, surprise my heroine was getting a hell of a spanking with a hairbrush.

Sweet and spanky submission on free Friday!

 

I hope everyone has a fantastic Friday! Happy reading! ~Mo

Sweet Submission

I shivered as your breath hit the sensitive skin behind my ear, then your lips began to nibble up my neck and along the side of my jaw.  I tilted my head to the side to give you better access as you pulled the straps of my gown down my arms until it was a puddle of golden silk around my feet, leaving me naked.

 

I leaned back against your chest as your hand cupped my breasts, your fingers closing around the tight buds of my nipples tweaking them hard. My back arched in pleasure as I groaned, my arms coming up to wrap around the back of your neck as I pressed my breasts into your hands.

 

One thigh slid between my legs from behind as you continued to work my nipples until they were hard and as red as berries ripe for picking. “Have you been a naughty girl?”

 

I shuddered against you, “Yes sir.”

 

“What happens to naughty girls?” you asked giving my nipples on last hard tweak that wrought a low groan of need from my throat.

 

“They get spanked on their bare bottoms,” I told you breathlessly.

 

“That’s right,” you told me as you released me, leaving my back cold from the loss of your warmth. You caught my hand and led me to the side of the bed where you sat down drawing my naked body across your thighs.

 

I sighed in pleasure as your hand caressed the full globes of my bottom, then gave a little hiss as your palm lifted and returned in a sharp slap that seemed to reverberate through my core.

 

Your hand slapped down on my left bottom cheek ten times in quick succession making me buck over your lap then you moved to the right cheek and gave it the same. Your hand moved back and forth across my bottom in a rhythm of your own making until I could no longer contain my cries of pain.

 

The spanking stopped abruptly and then your hand was stroking over the tender hot flesh of my ass…stroking down the crack and slipping between my legs and into my wet heat.

 

The spanking had readied me for you, each swat sending a jolt of pleasure through my clit so when you drove two fingers deep within me I came almost immediately with a keening cry of pleasure.

 

“Good girl,” you praised me as you helped me off your lap and to my knees between your feet.

 

I looked up at you through my lashes, “May I sir?”

 

“You may,” you told me with a smile.

I quickly unfastened your slacks, pleased to find you weren’t wearing underwear as your cock sprang free and ready from the captivity of your pants. My hand circled the base as I leaned forward and hungrily engulfed you in my mouth.

 

My tongue played into the little slit at the head of your cock, licking into it as I sucked hard on the head of your cock. I moaned around you as I worked you in and out of my mouth continuously swirling my tongue around as I sucked you deep.

 

Your hands fisted in my hair pulling me off you until I finally released you from the prison of my mouth with a loud pop.  “No more baby, I need to be inside you.” You told me when I frowned up at you.

 

You lifted me to my feet and then pushed on the small of my back until I was bent over the end of the bed. Firm hands gripped each sore bottom cheek spreading me wide and then you drove deep taking me hard.

 

“Oh yes!” I cried out as you filled me up, stretching my inner walls wide around you. You hammered in and out of me without mercy driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

 

I slammed my hips back to meet your every inward thrust wanting every sensation you could provide until with a scream my body clamped down on your thrusting cock spasming around you.

 

You pounded back inside me with one last ruthless thrust, sending another spasm of pleasure through me as you came and bathing my inner walls with your hot seed. You pulled free of me and lifted me to lie on the bed before climbed in behind me holding me tight.

 

I grabbed the hand, around my waist and lifted it my lips to press a kiss into your palm, then entwined my fingers with yours as I drifted to sleep.

A little Dominance and submission on free Friday

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It’s the weekend again! The revisions for the Reawakening of Aurora Kane is in the hands of my editor and will be released soon. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.  Happy reading! ~Mo

Masterpiece

I shivered as your hand slid up the small of my back leaving goose bumps in its wake. You leaned forward and nipped the edge of my ear before whispering, “Are you wet?”

A low moan escaped from my throat, “Yes sir.”

My arms were tethered above my head, securing me for your pleasure and eventually my own.

Weighted clamps tugged deliciously on my nipples, assuring I never lost the demanding ache between my thighs. I could feel my arousal trickling down my labia to the inside of my legs.

You were torturing me with my own desire…my need for you…every nerve ending in my body was alive and seemed to be straining towards you like flowers to the sun.

I was hyper aware of every stroke of your hand, even the most feather light touch along my torso making me shudder with need.

“Please,” I whimpered, overwhelmed by the ache that seemed to fill the center of my being.

Your palm slapped across my bottom, sending a jolt straight to my clit that made me groan. Again and again your hand landed, each stroke delivering stinging heat that reverberated through my core.

Tears streaked down my cheeks, as need seemed to overwhelm my senses…it was too much.

“Shhhh…,” you whispered softly, kissing away my tears. “I’ll give you everything you need and more baby.”

Firm hands caught my legs under the knees and lifted me, spreading me wide and then I felt the broad head of your cock against my weeping slit. You stayed poised there for a moment letting my juices bathe you lovingly before you drove deep, impaling me on your shaft.

I cried out as you filled me to the hilt, stretching me wide my body clamping down immediately as if to keep you there deep inside me. My legs wrapped tightly around you as you gripped my tender ass.

I loved the feel of you deep inside me, almost as if we were truly one in this brief moment. You chuckled into my neck, “I’m not going anywhere babygirl. I promise.”

Then you began to pull out though my legs tried to hold you, then when just the head of your cock rested inside you powered back in slamming against my cervix. My hands gripped the bonds above my head, seeking leverage as you began to hammer in and out of me driving me ever higher.

A high keening cry began to sound in the room and I realized it was me, unable to contain the pleasure rocketing through my body.

I shuddered around you as an orgasm overtook me but you didn’t show me mercy, still pounding into my spasming sheath and driving me from one pinnacle to another until the pleasure seemed to be without end.

You played my body like I was an instrument you had mastered, knowing exactly how to touch me…to fill me…to weave the tapestry of music only you could hear.

I sang for you, every cell of my body playing your concerto as I gave you everything I am and everything I ever will be.

Finally I screamed as the final note played, collapsing against you. My sated body sapped of strength but I knew I was safe in your arms.

You quickly released my bonds and carried me to our bed, holding me close and whispering what I good girl I was as you petted me.

I sighed sinking into you, my master…my home.

Together we are a masterpiece.

A heartfelt spanking on free Friday

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Have a wonderful weekend! Happy reading! ~Mo

All I Need Is You

He caught her arm just as she excused herself from her partner and turned to leave the dance floor, pulling her into his chest and wrapping both arms around her just as a slow song began to play.

Her eyes sprang to his and for a moment joy filled her face before she shut it down and tried to pull away. “Let me go Luke.”

“I don’t think so Megan, you owe me an explanation.” He said firmly as he continued to turn them around the dance floor with her held tightly against him.

“I don’t owe you anything Luke Jamison! I filed for divorce so you need to let me go,” she spat at him, daggers flashing in her eyes.

“You don’t think you owe me an explanation as to why my wife of four years filed for divorce while I was out of the country on business? You see I do. When I left as far as I knew everything was good; we were happy…talking about having a family and then suddenly its over?” Luke said fixing his wife with a glare of his own that made her swallow hard and look away.

“Yes. It’s over, that’s all there is too it,” Megan said softly.

“Not good enough,” he said succinctly.

A shuddering sigh went through her as she obviously struggled to hold back tears, “It’s going to have to be good enough Luke. It’s all I’ve got.”

Luke sighed, “Megan don’t make me force the truth from you.”

Megan’s eyes sprang up to his, “There isn’t anything to tell you. I just reconsidered our relationship and realized I wasn’t happy and…”

“Bull…” he held his hand up when she started to say something else. “I’ve spoken to Kelly.”

Megan shook her head as the tears she’d been holding back began to fall down her cheeks as she pulled sharply from his arms. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry Luke,” she said quietly before she turned and ran from the dance floor.

Luke followed at a more sedate pace, knowing he catch her before she could get to her car.

Megan hurried to the cloak room and asked for her jacket, she looked nervously over her shoulder and saw him quickly making up the distance between them. She had to get away before he caught up to her again, she wasn’t strong enough to stand firm not loving him as much as she did. When she realized there was no way to wait for her jacket and get out of the building before he caught he she just turned and ran again leaving it behind.

She hurriedly ran out the front door of the building and into a cold rain, shivering Megan hurried to her car digging frantically in her bag for the keys.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally had the key fob in her hand as she hit unlock and reached for the door; but just as she opened it he was there pushing it closed.

“You aren’t running from this Megan,” he said as he wrapped his coat around her shoulders and lifted her into his arms. “Lock it.”

She studied determined set of his features and her shoulders slumped as she complied, clicking the lock button twice and setting the alarm.

“Good girl,” Luke told her as he turned and carried her to his truck. He continued to hold her with one arm while he unlocked and opened the door then set her inside. “Scoot over.”

Megan sighed and scooted across the bench seat and fastening her seat belt knowing there was no way to avoid this confrontation.

Once Luke was seated in the driver’s seat her started the truck and turned the heater on full blast pointing the vents in her direction, but made no effort to put it in gear. “Why Megan?”

“You talked to Kelly so you know why,” she said turning to look stubbornly out the side window because she couldn’t face him.

“No I don’t,” he said firmly.

“I can’t give you what you want,” Megan wailed, turning to face him fiercely with tears once again wetting her cheeks.

“What I want is my wife,” Luke said sternly.

“I can’t give you babies Luke. The big family you’ve always wanted? You can’t have that with me! I’m flawed,” she said bitterly.

“Megan Marie Jamison I better not ever hear you say that again. So what, we can’t have kids of our own, we’ll adopt if we decide we can’t live without them. But what I really want…what I can’t live without, is you.”

Hard sobs started shaking her small frame and Luke undid her seatbelt and pulled her across the seat and into his lap. “You deserve to have a little boy with your dimples and bright blue eyes,” she sobbed into his chest.

“And you don’t? You don’t deserve to have a little girl following you around with big inquisitive green eyes asking why every three minutes?” he asked. “It’s not about what we deserve baby, it’s about what is. Yes I wanted those things but not with just anyone.  I wanted them with you.”

“Luke I’m so sorry,” Megan said with her face buried against him.

He pushed her back and tilted her face up to his, “I wanted those things with you. You…no one else…you are my love…the only baby I need…you’re the very air I breathe and I will not let you throw that away.”

She threw herself against him, pressing kisses against his face and neck anywhere she could reach, “I love you so much. I just didn’t want you to be trapped with me, when I couldn’t…”

“I am not trapped, never have been and never will be. Do you understand me young lady? I love you and I always will. I can’t believe you thought you had the right to make such a ridiculous decision without me,” Luke said furiously. Now that he had his woman back where she belonged, they had a few things to discuss.

Megan drew in a deep shuddering sigh as she ran a finger down the center of his shirt, “You going to punish me?”

“What do you think baby girl?” he asked her with a raised brow.

She nodded and moved out of his lap and back to her own seat, “Then take me home.”

Luke nodded and put the truck in gear.

***

Once they were home Luke wasted little time and before she knew what happened Megan found herself bare bottomed across his lap with his hand slapping down again and again.

The fire built quickly, leaving her crying out her apologies as he continued to spank her bottom to a bright crimson hue. Finally, she collapsed over his knee as she let go of the guilt and flew free…accepting his punishment with every ounce of submission in her soul.

The punishment freed her…freed her to love him…freed her to love herself again and embrace who they were together.

“That’s it baby girl, let it all go…we’re fine…together we can handle anything that comes our way…you won’t forget that again will you?” he asked her as his hand skimmed the hot flesh of her bottom.

“No sir, never again.” Megan cried as he lifted her to face him.

Megan reached between them and freed his cock from his jeans, straddling him and taking him deep inside her.

Luke cupped her hot bottom in his big hands and helped her ride him hard and fast their passion building quickly as he slammed up to meet her every downward stroke.

Soon they were crying out together as they were consumed by their desire, each losing themselves in the eyes of the other as they shuddered in each other’s arms, totally spent…replete in the magic they shared.