Come by my blog today and get Captivated by Jaye Peaches

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.

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.”
“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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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!


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.


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.


“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


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


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.