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.

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