Free Story Friday!-Love’s Elusive Dream

Hi all I hope you’re having a great week. My week has been decidely soggy since we are having record rainfall and flooding in my neck of the woods but so far I’ve managed to keep my feet relatively dry. Hope you have a wonderful weekend. Happy Reading! ~Morganna

Love’s Elusive Dream

Devon sat at the bar sipping her bourbon and coke while she watched the people in the crowd. The desperation in the air was almost sickening. She took a deep drink and shook her head.

Everyone searching for that elusive thing called love. Love … caring … commitment …what a crock of shit.

She’d been around that block a couple of hundred times and had always been left standing alone.

No thank you.

She could manage just fine on her own. From now on she’d approach it all with the same attitude as a man. When she felt a need, she’d find someone to scratch her itch. No strings attached.

She could play their game. She’d play it and win.

Funnily enough, since she’d changed her outlook on things, they seemed to flock to her in droves. Her “I don’t give a shit” attitude drew them. They all wanted to be the one to turn her back into a simpering, besotted fool.

Not happening; Devon knew the truth now, love was an illusion, pretty to look at yes, but it quickly faded with the light of day.

She was roused from her dark musings when HE walked in the door. Her heartbeat quickened and her breath stopped for a space of seconds.

He stood at least six foot four with the shoulders of a linebacker, a five o’clock shadow along the edge of his roughly hewn jaw. He walked in and pierced her with his dark gaze. Everything in the room froze for a space of several heartbeats.

She couldn’t look away; she sat helpless and watched his approach.

Then he was in front of her, looking down at her with his smoldering brown eyes. “Hello. Have you been waiting long?”

His voice was like smoky honey; it rolled over her like an invisible caress.

Devon blinked and shook her head trying to escape from his spell, “What?”

“Have you been waiting long?”

“Waiting long for what?” she tried for a disinterested tone but her shaking hand as she brought her glass to her lips betrayed her.

“For me.”

Devon snorted, “Honey I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t play that game.”

He smiled revealing a dimple in his left cheek, “I think you do.”

Devon stiffened as he ran a finger up the side of her neck and along her cheek.

“In fact … I think you’ve been waiting a long time.”

“I told you, I don’t wait for any man.”

“You’ll wait for me.”

“I won’t!” Devon stood to walk away only to be pulled tightly into his arms and led onto the dance floor.

“You will.”

Devon groaned her body melting into his as if it recognized him, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I need you as much as you need me.”

They moved as one across the dance floor; his body easily leading hers, seducing her with every movement.

She struggled against the lure … the heat, knowing she couldn’t escape from this man unscathed, “This is stupid … I don’t even know you.”

“You know me.”

“I don’t know your name.”

“Quint.”

“Quint,” she tasted the name on her tongue as she filled herself with his scent. Then she remembered he didn’t know hers. “I’m Devon.”

He smiled down at her, “Are you ready to go home Devon?”

As Devon gazed up at him part of her wanted to run but she knew she wouldn’t. She had to find out if the promise in his eyes … the illusion… would fade.

“I’m ready.”

Time seemed to stand still as he led her from the crowded dance floor and out to his waiting car. Devon felt suspended in the moment as he drove silently toward some unknown destination.

She knew she should ask where he was taking her but didn’t want to break the spell.

Devon was being foolish, but for the first time in a long while hope was budding in her heart.

“Here we are.”

Quint led the way into a small beach house. It was sparsely furnished but tidy.

He took her hand and pulled her behind him to the couch. She was startled when instead of pulling her down next to him; he pulled her face down across his lap instead.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted her short skirt to the small of her back and pulled her almost non-existent panties to her knees, “You know.”

“Wait.”

“You’ve waited too long as it is,” he brought his hand down smartly on her white upturned bottom. “This is for giving up and trying to grow hard and cold.”

She whimpered and squirmed as his hand began to heat her bottom with building sting. Then he stopped and began to caress the hot, stinging skin that he’d brought to a hot pink hue.

Devon groaned and parted her thighs for him as he delved deeply between them, “This is for waiting for me.”

“Quint,” his name came from between her lips on a breathy sigh.

“Yes. It will always be me,” he lifted her to her knees and skimmed his hands beneath her dress, bringing it over her head.

She eagerly helped him divest her of the last of her clothing then complied when he placed her back on her hands and knees before him.

His hands stroked up and down her back and across her buttocks as she arched into him. Every nerve seemed to be alive and screaming with need.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Quint please …” she groaned as his hands again skimmed the area that needed him most. “I want … I need …”

“What do you need Devon?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me,” He said as he came behind her and entered her with one smooth thrust, taking them both to the stars.

***

Devon woke as dawn began its ascent on the horizon. She was alone.

She sobbed into her pillow, mourning the night. Mourning Quint … her love … her everything…”

She sighed, tears gone and prayed for the dream to come again … love’s elusive dream.

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Kallista Dane is visiting my blog today to tell us about her panty melting new book His to Command!

Morganna, thank you so much for having me as your guest today. I’ve brought along an especially hot scene for you from my new sci-fi romance His To Command. It’s got lots of anal play, some BDSM and of course – spankings!

I’m so excited to have you Kallista, I just finished reading His to Command and I couldn’t put it down! Such a hot read with a great story, but I don’t want to give anything away, so tell us about it.

Amanda has been sent by the InterStellar Union to spy on a rogue general in a remote outpost of the planet Neodyma. She’s been caught and sentenced to a public spanking in the square tonight. But first, there’s something new to her – an embarrassing and very thorough medical exam.

(excerpt)
AJ nearly screamed. Her vagina spasmed around Thelo’s invading finger. She’d come to orgasm many times with the mechanical device she inserted as part of her holographic sexual stimulation. But this physical violation was so intense, so personal. She could feel the heat of him inside her body, the stroking of his rough fingertip against the velvet walls of her vaginal canal. To her shame, she felt lubrication begin to flow.
He removed his finger and she let out the breath she’d been holding. Thelo’s eyes bored into hers and he replaced one finger with two. His thick fingers, probing further, slid in easily. Her treacherous body aided him, producing more and more slick fluid.
When he began massaging a spot deep inside her, AJ couldn’t stay still any longer. She let out an involuntary moan, squirming on the table. His eyes darkened. Thelo barked out a command. One of the soldiers came to the foot of the table and grabbed her left ankle, pulling it to twist her body on its side. With his other hand, he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom.
She gasped in shock. Thelo’s fingers were still inside her and he plunged them deeper as the soldier’s hand connected with her lower cheeks again. She bit off a cry, stunned at the waves of unfamiliar sensations pouring through her. The soldier began spanking her over and over. Every whack of his rough palm seared the flesh on her bottom, sending a lick of flame across her tender skin. All the while, Thelo’s long thick fingers violated her, igniting a different kind of heat deep inside. Strange. Potent.

(Blurb)
When Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong…

Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training.

She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general?

Publisher’s Note: His to Command is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

This book is fabulous! So don’t hesitate to click away!

Buy links

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-to-command-kallista-dane/1121978914?ean=2940151531955

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You can follow Kallista on:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/kallista.dane.5

Her blog http://kallistadane.blogspot.com/?zx=3fe135bd59c2bb58

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Kallista Dane is visiting on my blog today to talk about her panty melting new book His to Command.

Morganna, thank you so much for having me as your guest today. I’ve brought along an especially hot scene for you from my new sci-fi romance His To Command. It’s got lots of anal play, some BDSM and of course – spankings!

I’m so happy to have you Kallista, I just finished reading His to Command and it was fabulous! I don’t want to give anything away though so tell us about it.

Amanda has been sent by the InterStellar Union to spy on a rogue general in a remote outpost of the planet Neodyma. She’s been caught and sentenced to a public spanking in the square tonight. But first, there’s something new to her – an embarrassing and very thorough medical exam.

(excerpt)
AJ nearly screamed. Her vagina spasmed around Thelo’s invading finger. She’d come to orgasm many times with the mechanical device she inserted as part of her holographic sexual stimulation. But this physical violation was so intense, so personal. She could feel the heat of him inside her body, the stroking of his rough fingertip against the velvet walls of her vaginal canal. To her shame, she felt lubrication begin to flow.
He removed his finger and she let out the breath she’d been holding. Thelo’s eyes bored into hers and he replaced one finger with two. His thick fingers, probing further, slid in easily. Her treacherous body aided him, producing more and more slick fluid.
When he began massaging a spot deep inside her, AJ couldn’t stay still any longer. She let out an involuntary moan, squirming on the table. His eyes darkened. Thelo barked out a command. One of the soldiers came to the foot of the table and grabbed her left ankle, pulling it to twist her body on its side. With his other hand, he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom.
She gasped in shock. Thelo’s fingers were still inside her and he plunged them deeper as the soldier’s hand connected with her lower cheeks again. She bit off a cry, stunned at the waves of unfamiliar sensations pouring through her. The soldier began spanking her over and over. Every whack of his rough palm seared the flesh on her bottom, sending a lick of flame across her tender skin. All the while, Thelo’s long thick fingers violated her, igniting a different kind of heat deep inside. Strange. Potent.

(Blurb)
When Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong…

Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training.

She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general?

Publisher’s Note: His to Command is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy links

http://www.amazon.com/His-Command-Kallista-Dane-ebook/dp/B00Y1WDEU6/ref=sr_1_9?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432288034&sr=1-9&keywords=his+to+command

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-to-command-kallista-dane/1121978914?ean=2940151531955

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-histocommand-1813284-147.html

You can follow Kallista on:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/kallista.dane.5

Her blog http://kallistadane.blogspot.com/?zx=3fe135bd59c2bb58

Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Kallista-Dane/e/B00D54IW6M/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1432333147&sr=8-2-ent

Free Story Friday!-Ladies Don’t Do That

It’s another free story Friday! Work has been insane for the last few weeks so I thought I better go ahead and get this blog post up rather than risk it being late again! 🙂 I hope everyone is having a wonderful week! Happy Reading! ~Morganna

Ladies Don’t Do That

Ladies don’t pop their chewing gum that way Ellen! Ladies don’t wear pants! Ladies always move in a dignified and graceful manner, they do not run through the house like wild banshees!

Ellie frowned as all the different admonishments everyone from her mother to the town grocer seemed inclined to shoot her way. She wouldn’t be surprised if Barney threw his two cents in next. She glanced suspiciously at the family dog where he lay sleeping peacefully on the rug by her bed.

With a snort of disgust she got up from the bed and wistfully eyed the pair of jeans lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Well why shouldn’t she? Mother wasn’t home to protest. Father was in the city. John was overseas, so he would never even know about the pair of jeans she’d liberated from his closet.

She grinned and hummed happily to herself as she pulled them on over her full hips. Ellie glanced at her backside in the mirror and frowned, she detested the shape of her body. The flamboyant curves of her hips and breasts just seemed to get in the way. She filled out her brother’s jeans in a way he never had that was certain. She used one of his old belts to cinch in the waist of the jeans where they gaped. She’d deliberately picked an old one so she could poke a hole in it and make it small enough for her tiny waist.

Tugging an old baseball cap on her head and tucking her hair inside, Ellie remembered the days when no one seemed to care about her tomboy ways. In fact they’d all laughed about it when she followed John and his friend George around; George forever tugging her braids and calling her the tag along brat.

Then she’d turned sixteen and everything had changed. George had suddenly stopped tugging her braids and seemed to avoid all contact with her. John and her parents began insisting that she stop wearing pants and dress like a lady; whatever that was. Suddenly no one was happy with her anymore.

Ellie sighed, what hurt the most was George’s defection. He hadn’t even said goodbye to her when he joined the Navy with John. She’d never understood what she did that made him so angry he wouldn’t talk to her anymore.

She scrubbed angrily at the tear that had formed in her eye. That was all water under the bridge, she was nineteen now. She didn’t need George Anderson or anyone else. Especially if they felt the need to tell her what to do!

Ellie sat happily on the bank of the river enjoying the cooling breeze coming off the water. Her shoes lay discarded next to her the tips of her toes flirting with the edge of the water. Just then she caught sight of a bottle bobbing up and down several feet off shore. It looked as if there was a note in it. It couldn’t be could it? There was no way it could possibly be the bottle she’d tossed in at the age of fourteen when she was head over heels for George. Or could it?

Unable to contain her curiosity Ellie began trying to get at the bottle. First she tried hanging on to the bass of a tree and leaning out to snag it with a stick. It wasn’t long enough. Sweeping the water back towards her with her hands certainly didn’t prove effective.

Then she began to eye the tree at her side. It was sturdy enough and one of the branches hung over the river; it looked like it would hold her.

Ellie grinned and climbed up the tree then inched her way slowly across the branch. When she was right over the bottle she gripped the branch with her knees and hung upside down. Eureka! She had it.

“What do you think you’re doing young lady?”

The deep voice booming at her from the bank startled her and she lost her hold on the branch, “SPLASH!!!”

Ellie came up sputtering and frowned at the man on the bank. It was George! Clutching the bottle to her chest she swam quickly to shore, becoming more and more angry. The nerve of the man! Ignoring her for years then choosing to scare the life out of her when he speaks.

George watched her progress with interest only adding fuel to the fire of her temper. She heard a sharp intake of breath when she stood in front of him not realizing the way her damp and muddy clothes clung to her body. She’d lost her hat so her hair hung in clumps around her head, full of river water and mud.

“What’s the big idea?” She demanded.

George took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, “What were you doing Ellie? When are you going to realize you’re nineteen and not nine?”

Ellie snorted, “What’s it to you?”

“I’ll tell you what miss…” George stopped at the sounds coming from the other side of the hill and frowned at Ellie. No doubt it was a group of teenage boys coming to fish, but no way was he going to have then staring at his Ellie. The damp clothes molded her body leaving nothing to the imagination from her enticing derriere to her lush breasts. He could even see her nipples puckering from the cool breeze through the thin material of her shirt. George took off his own shirt and wrapped quickly around her damp form.

“What are you doing? Stop it! Take your hands off me George Anderson!” Ellie struggled against him and finally kicked him in the shin with her bare toe, “OOUUCH! Now look what you made me do!”

George glared down at her, “You have to be the most exasperating female on the face of the earth.” He said button a couple of the buttons on his shirt to keep it firmly closed.

“I can’t move my arms you…you…” Ellie thought frantically for something to call him and remembered the name she’d once heard her brother call someone that had sent her mother into hysterics. “You BASTARD!”

George froze and stared down at her for a full minute before tossing her shocked and wriggling form over his shoulder, “That does it! You’ve been allowed to run wild for entirely too long. It stops NOW!”

“George what are you doing? Put me down this instant! My shoes! George put me down!!!”

George delivered a slap to her posterior that brought tears to her eyes with its sting, “I’d suggest you settle down young lady. Trust me you’ve more than enough trouble to deal with, no need to look for more.”

Ellie blinked still shocked by the searing heat he had left in her backside from that one slap and more than a little nervous about his intentions. Maybe she’d pushed it a little too far with that name. She wasn’t really sure what it meant but she knew it had to be a bad one from her mother’s reaction, “Ummm…George I’m sorry I called you…well…that name.”

“Mmmmmmmm…” was his only response.

“George where are you taking me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough little girl.”

Little girl? For some reason Ellie found him calling her a little girl outraging, “I’m NOT a little girl!”

“Couldn’t prove it by me or anyone else in this town.”

“Oh…why you…”

Another slap landed, not nearly as hard as the first but enough to warn her, “I’m about two seconds from blistering your bottom right here so I’d be very careful were I you.”

Blistering her bottom? He couldn’t be serious! Could he? That thought was enough to keep her silent the rest of the way home.

Being almost as familiar with her house as she was George didn’t even pause at the front door but went right on in setting Ellie on her feet in the front hall. She stared up at him and chewed worriedly on her bottom lip.

George undid the buttons holding his shirt on her and it dropped to the floor. He frowned again at the sight of the damp clinging clothes as he thought of anyone else seeing her like this.

Shaking his head he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her across his lap as he took a seat on the hall tree in the foyer of the Madison home.

Ellie was so surprised by being taken across his knee she dropped the bottle she’d been clutching and it rolled across the floor.

“George you can’t!”

“I certainly can. It’s long over due in my opinion!” he told her as he brought his hand down sharply on her upturned bottom. “I’ve watched and waited on you for years. You run around this town like a complete hoyden. Ignoring all attempts to get you to behave as a proper young lady should.”

His hand continued to rise and fall as he lectured her about the behavior of proper young ladies. Ellie’s painful yelps soon turned to sobs as his heavy hand belabored her behind.

“Please George…stop…I’m sorry…I’ll be good…I promise!”

“I’ll see to it that you are!” he said giving her another five swats for good measure before standing her on her feet in front of him. “And another thing, your mother invited me to dinner tonight and I expect to see you in a dress.”

“Yes George,” Ellie said meekly surprised at the flutter of butterflies in her tummy as she gazed up at him. She shouldn’t be excited by the prospect of seeing him again after he so thoroughly tanned her backside should she?

“Now you go upstairs and take a hot shower and make yourself presentable before your parents get home.”

“Yes George,” Ellie said staring up at him still a little dazed by all the thoughts running through her head. A quick swat to her seat hurried her on up the stairs.

She winced as she tugged the river soaked jeans down over her tender bottom then looked in the mirror with a wistful smile. The bare skin of her bottom was a bright pink and hot to the touch. Ellen ran her fingers lightly over the tender skin and shivered at the memory of masterful way George had taken her hand.

As she climbed into the shower she wondered what dress she should wear to dinner. She wanted to look her best for George.

George shook his head as he watched her fly up the stairs. So much for a ladylike exit, he had a feeling this leave wasn’t going to be nearly long enough to complete the task of taming Ellen. As he turned to leave his boot hit a glass bottle.

George frowned in puzzlement as he picked it up from the floor. He remembered Ellie clutching a bottle tightly to her chest as she came out of the water. What had been so important about this bottle? Then he saw the note. Uncorking the bottle and pulling it out he read the words: “I’ll Love George Anderson till the day I die.”

George smiled and tucked the note in his pocket. “I’ll hold you too that brat,” he whispered to the girl upstairs.

It’s Free Story Friday!!!!-The Cowboy

Good afternoon everyone! Hope you’ve had a great week or at least a fabulous friday! Here’s wishing you a wonderful weekend! Happy Reading! ~Morganna

The Cowboy

She watched him closely from her shadowed corner. He was like the Marlboro Man revisited; tall, dark and hard. The way he filled out his wranglers was a sin and she loved the way his grey Stetson was tipped down over his eyes; the ultimate cowboy.

Not that he would notice her in a million years. She was not the type of woman a man like that noticed. When he looked her way as if feeling her gaze she shrank back against the bar, pretending a sudden interest in her drink.

When a deep silky voice drawled into her ear she nearly jumped off the barstool. “Darling I’ve been looking for ages but I didn’t expect to find you here.”

Blinking up at him she got lost in his dark brown eyes, “Huh?”

He smiled and removed the drink from her hand, “Dance with me.”

“I…I don’t dance,” she stammered helplessly as he lifted her from the stool.

“Sure you do.”

“I don’t, I’m too clumsy. I’ll make you look bad,” she tugged futilely at her hand but he didn’t let go and instead pulled her into his arms on the dance floor.

“No you won’t Darlin’, I’ll take care of you.”

He smelled like expensive leather, she inhaled deeply and gave into impulse allowing herself to sink into his embrace.

She felt beautiful in his arms and not like the awkward klutz she knew herself to be. Sighing she pressed herself just a little bit closer.

“What’s your name?”

The sound of his voice broke through her dreamlike state and she looked up at him with a blush straightening up away from him a little, “Sorry. My name is Mattie.”

“Don’t pull away from me Mattie. I liked you where you were. Snuggled against me you’re a perfect fit. I’m Logan.”

Mattie smiled up at him, “It’s nice to meet you.”

The smile caught him in the gut. It seemed to come all the way from her toes. It also clinched the deal. This was the woman he’d been waiting for; she was lovely but obviously didn’t realize it. Sweet, lovely and soon to be his; she had a body designed to keep a man warm even on the coldest of nights. He didn’t understand what she was doing here though; a soft creature like this didn’t belong in a Roadhouse. It wasn’t safe.

“Why are you here Mattie?”

She blushed, “It was a dare.”

Logan frowned, “A dare?”

Mattie nodded, “Some women I worked with dared me to come in here and pick up a cowboy. I knew I couldn’t do it but they laughed at me and said I’d never even make it in the door. I had to prove them wrong.” She looked up at him with the beginnings a spark of indignation in her eyes. “I couldn’t let them think me a coward.”

“Honey, I understand what you’re saying but this isn’t the kind of place for a girl like you.”

A look of horror came across her face as she jerked herself away from him. He’d just been playing with her. Logan didn’t really want her after all then another thought occurred to her, “Did they put you up to this?”

“Where do you think you’re goin Darlin’?”

“They did! They probably paid you to make me think that you…and I fell for it hook line and sinker! Stupid ole Mattie, she’ll fall for it, so starved for a little male attention!” She spluttered, glaring up at him as she worked herself up into a fine rage.

“Calm down Darlin’. I don’t know what you’re talking about but we’ll get this all straightened out.”

“Screw you…you big jerk!” Mattie yelled and kicked him sharply in the shins.

She turned determined to storm out the door but didn’t make it two steps.

Logan caught her high in his arms then tossed her over one broad shoulder. She kicked and beat her fists on his back earning a sharp swat to the seat of her jeans for her efforts.

“You best simmer down Young Lady. Be glad I’m in a generous mood since I found my dream girl tonight, any other night and I’d have already warmed your fanny good.”

She stilled, “You wouldn’t.”

“I would, I won’t have any girl of mine acting like a shrew.”

“Who says I’m your girl?”

Logan stopped at the door of his truck and set her on her feet. He tilted Mattie’s face up to his by cupping her chin, “I do and from the way you curled into me on the dance floor I think you agree.”

Suddenly feeling braver than she ever had before, Mattie jerked her chin from his grasp. “Maybe I cuddle up to every cowboy that will have me.”

He raised a brow and began to roll up his shirtsleeves, “Another thing I won’t have from my girl is a lie.”

At the serious look in his eye Mattie’s momentary bravery fled and she back up a step. He caught her by the arm and jerked her across the denim-clad knee he had propped on the side step of the truck.

“No Logan! You can’t!”

“I can and I will. I mean to start as I intend to go on. We will be honest with each other.”

His hand clapped off her bottom again and again. The heat seared right through her jeans. She yelped and kicked as he made his point, “Be glad we’re in public little girl, otherwise I’d take these pants down and spank your bare bottom.”

Mattie cried out as some especially hard slaps lit into the tender crease between her bottom and thighs, “Owww! Oh please…”

“You ready to be a good girl?” Logan asked as he brought his hand down even harder and faster in the same area.

“Yes! I’ll be good! I promise!”

He delivered another quick volley of swats then he lifted her to her feet and jerked her close.

Mattie banged her small fists against his chest but he caught them in one large hand and kissed her.

The kiss was her undoing; she melted into him like butter. Her lips parted for his and his tongue sank inside claiming every bit of her mouth for his own. Large hands cupped her hot sore bottom and his leg slid between hers putting pressure on her tender slit. She felt almost drunk when he sat her away from him.

Logan stroked a hand down the side of her face, “See Baby girl, we’re a perfect fit.”

She stared up at him wonderingly as she realized it was true, “I’m so glad you found me in there.”

“Me too and now I’m not ever gonna let you go.”

Monday madness stress relief story!-Fantasy Fulfilled

I have definitely been having one of “those” Mondays…you know what I’m talking about #ohpleasepleaseletitbefridayagain #ireallyhatemondays(that kind of day)…so I thought to myself; I can’t be the only one feeling this way…surely someone out there would enjoy a free story as relief from the stress of MondayMonday…so here it is! Happy Reading!
~Morganna

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 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 she 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?”

Free Story Friday is here again!-The Serving Wench

Is it just me or are the weeks flying by? I feel like it was Friday yesterday and here we are again. I hope everyone’s was truly fabulous even if it did go by fast. Have a great day today and Happy Reading!
~Morganna

The Serving Wench

Monique frowned as she watched the tall Lord retire to the room the innkeeper had given him. She was to serve him dinner in his room.

She, who only a fortnight ago had been the most popular girl UPSTAIRS; now reduced to the level of a serving wench.

It was intolerable!

All because the men of the village were excited about the new girls; so she wasn’t needed upstairs. The industrious Innkeeper had told her that she would earn her keep by waiting on the customers.

Monique scowled as she knocked upon the nobleman’s door.

He opened it immediately with a welcoming smile.

She glared at him in return and slammed his plate down upon the table, spilling some of the hearty stew in the process.

“There you are SERVED!”

“Where is my ale?”

“Be happy you have the stew!”

“For a serving wench you are a bit ill tempered. You’ve the tongue of a wasp.”

Monique rolled her eyes, “Oh a thousand pardons my Lord, I didn’t mean to offend.” She offered with a sneer.

“Never fear I know how to remove the stinger.” Then before Monique could so much as blink the tall lord grasped her hand and sat in the big chair before the hearth pulling her face down across his lap.

“You cannot do this!”

“Ah but I can,” he said tucking her skirts into the ties of her apron and pulling her pantaloons down her struggling legs. “You’ll not be in need of these anytime soon.” He tossed the knickers across the room and studied her pale round bottom.

It was definitely in need of color. He set to work painting the canvas before him a brilliant shade of crimson.

Monique bucked and yowled over his knee as he brought forth the vivid hue.

He let her drop from his lap to kneel between his knees when her backside was glowing with color and heat.

He stood unbuckling the sword belt at his waist, “I think six good licks with my belt should finish things nicely.”

Monique blanched at his words quickly reaching to unfasten his breeches, “Don’t spank me anymore my Lord. I promise I will make it up to you, I will show you my tongue is good for more than sharp words.”

She smiled up at him beneath her lashes as she freed his straining erection.

“You can make it up to me after I’ve finished your punishment.”

Monique knew she had to act quickly or her chance of reprieve was lost. Grabbing the base of his shaft she took the head of it into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it.

He groaned in response and she knew she had him. She followed him with her quick tongue and hot mouth as he sank back into the depths of the chair taking him deep into her throat.

Her hand held him tightly and she brought it up to meet her mouth as she took as much of him in as she could. Then she would tighten her lips as she brought them up his shaft and her hand stroked down. She would bring him almost out of her mouth then look up into his eyes as she circled her tongue around its tip before taking him deep into her throat once again.

She worked him feverishly, hand and mouth moving together to bring him the most pleasure possible. When he came she took every drop of his semen then sat back on her heels as satisfied smirk on her face; sure she’d gotten out of the rest of her punishment.

He looked down to where she knelt at his feet, full lips still glistening from his seed her skirts still tacked up in back to reveal her hot, red posterior.

He smiled and offered her his hand helping her from the floor. She gasped in dismay when he lifted her slightly at the waist and draped her over the back of the big hearth chair. Her feet dangled finding no purchase and her bottom arched high and vulnerable.

“I think we will add another six strokes for your efforts to distract me from the rest of your punishment.”

“No please!”

One hand in the small of her back held her easily in place as he doubled his broad belt and brought it sharply down on the undercurve of her buttocks.

She shrieked loudly in response as a line of fire rose across her already sore bottom.

He concentrated all of the remaining eleven strokes in that same place; wanting to be sure she remembered this punishment when she sat down for some time to come.

She hung crying limply over the back of the chair when the belt dropped between her hands where they were braced in the seat of the chair.

Her bottom was hot and swollen; she gasped when she felt him step between her thighs realizing that she was in an optimum position for more than spanking.

He thrust hard and deep imbedding himself to her core.

She gasped at the wonderful feeling of fullness then hissed as his pelvis slapped hard against her tender nether regions.

As he continued the pounding thrusts she soon began whimpering and moaning across the chair unable to move back to meet him, as she wanted.

Positioned as she was he controlled the pace and depth of their coupling. She could only groan and plead as he thrust.

His thrusts became harder and faster, she began to shudder as she came to a violent release. He slammed into her three more times before finishing.

Monique lay across the chair trying to catch her breath as he rose and fixed his clothing. Then he lifted her from the back of the chair catching her when her knees threatened to buckle.

He gave her a cocky smile standing her before him and righting her clothing. She sucked air in sharply when her skirts made contact with her blazing backside.

“Now Wench, fetch me my Ale,” he said with a sharp swat to her skirted behind.

Monique gasped and bent in an awkward curtsey, “Yes my Lord.” She scurried from the room suddenly eager to do his bidding.