Goddess – #masturbationmonday

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Tonight he would be hers.

He’d been looking at her for weeks. His gaze roving over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Those dark blue eyes resting on her tempting lips – glittering with want – but he still hadn’t done anything about it.

Each night she’d gone home to her vibrator: wet, ready and frustrated. She’d had enough; she wanted the real thing. Clenching her thighs together, she tried to tame the pulse between her legs. She thought about his heat, his hard cock and his lean muscular body pounding into her hard and fast.

She shivered and licked her lips.

It was time for her to take control of this situation. Her nipples hardened just thinking about what she wanted him to do to her body. Her heart rate increased when she contemplated making him do it. Maybe this was the start of something she hadn’t even realised she wanted?

Taking a deep breath she walked towards him.

The bar was loud and dark; crowded with the usual people celebrating the start of the weekend. That could work in her favour. Her eyes locked onto his; she was pleased to see his widen slightly.

Good – the element of surprise was on her side.

His gaze stroked her breasts and paused on her nipples that were trying to poke their way through her silk blouse.

A familiar ache began down low, accompanied by a sudden slickness between her legs as she made her way towards him.

God – she wanted him!

As she reached him he turned to shelter her from the jostling crowd. She stepped backwards into a dimly lit alcove, stopping when she felt the wall against her back. The music and voices were muted here.

They looked at each other for a moment, cocooned in this small, quiet space, and she could sense he understood this was no ordinary meeting. He looked a little wary but she could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Come here.”

She tugged lightly on his loose turquoise tie, pulling him towards her.

There was no resistance.

The subtle citrusy tang of his aftershave made her mouth water. He’d opened the first few buttons of his shirt revealing a tantalising glimpse of his smooth tanned chest. Her fingertips tingled with need.

He rested a hand on the wall by her head and leaned down towards her in supplication. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, she sighed with pleasure.

Tilting her head towards him, she heard his breath catch as she took her first taste of him. Her hot, wet tongue licked from the dip at his collar bone, slowly but surely up the taut smooth line of his neck into his sharp stubble.

He was delicious: a little salty and sweetly addictive.

She licked him again.

Drawing back slightly, she was satisfied to see goose bumps following the line she had just taken. The pulse beating in his neck matched the merciless lust pounding through her own body. Her skin prickled with the need to be touched; her breasts full and heavy, wanting to be squeezed, sucked, licked.

Nothing else existed now.

Grabbing his hand, she pressed it to her breast, showing him what she wanted – what she craved.

Her eyes closed. She forgot to breath as the shock of his first hot touch went rushing through her body. He shaped and plumped her breast – his index finger and thumb circling and pulling her nipple.

She parted her lips.

He was breathing hard, but kept working her breast as he leant forward. Those dark eyes needy and burning. Diving into his thick, wavy hair, she pulled him the final few millimetres, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. She took advantage of his gasp to thrust into his mouth, over and over, a primal rhythm that rapidly consumed them both.

Every stroke of his tongue only increased the ache between her legs. She clenched her bottom and rolled her hips, desperate for some friction to relieve the hurt.

She knew what she wanted.

Breathing hard into his mouth she looked into his eyes as she took his hand and shoved it up her skirt, spreading her legs to give him room to please her.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Make me come!” She whispered fiercely against his lips, gripping the back of his neck.

Pupils dilated, he worked quickly, his long, thick fingers frantically tugged her g-string to the side and plunged into the hot, drenched centre of her body. She held onto his strong forearm, feeling the muscles flex as he fucked into her.

Her pussy was so swollen and tight. Every sweet drag in and out made her moan.

“Shit! Oh god…I want…” The words floated away as sensation took over.

“Tell me! Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to come, hard… I want you to watch me.” She panted.

“Yes. God, yes! I want to see you.” He whispered reverently.

He leant back slightly to adjust his angle so he could rub her swollen clit with his thumb while his fingers worked deep inside her.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Every muscle in her body tensed, straining for her orgasm.

“Yes!” She hissed. “I’m so close… right there… oh god, yes!”

Vaguely, she registered digging her nails into his neck.

Her head flew back, thudding against the wall, as her orgasm shot through her. His fingers never stopped; they kept fucking her until she closed her legs and twisted away, too sensitive to take any more.

Slowly, she opened her heavy eyes to see him watching her intently as he withdrew his fingers. She could hear the familiar beat of her favourite song as her surroundings came back into focus.

Raising his hand to taste her nectar, she licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“I’m going to take you home and fuck you, hard.”

“Thank god! Yes.” He moaned.

Tonight, he was hers.

 

As always, thanks for reading. If you fancy looking at some more Masturbation Monday offerings check out Kayla Lords site A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x

 

Cover Reveal and Excerpt: ‘In Expert Hands’ by Lily Harlem (coming 13th February!!)

IEH coming soon

Back cover information:

Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs. And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla.

So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.

IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy on the 10th of February when it will be available from all good ebook retail outlets and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!

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Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 18+:

“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.

“I’m okay, unless you want one.”

“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”

“If that’s what you want?”

He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”

They stepped toward the bar.

Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”

“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand. He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.

“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.

“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here most nights.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.

“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”

Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break

from the ordinary commented on.

“No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance

to catch up later.”

“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”

“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.

Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”

After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”

“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”

“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”

“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank

him. He should show more respect.”

“You outrank him?”

“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.

Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.

Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist “What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.

She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”

She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied. There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.

“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”

Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.

A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.

Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.

Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.

The man hit again.

The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.

“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.

“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.

“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”

“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”

“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re

regulars here and live the lifestyle.”

“The lifestyle?”

“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”

“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.

A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.

The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession. Imogen stared at the spectacle.

“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”

“And that includes this. Beating?”

“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”

Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.

The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.

He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.

“He’s…” Imogen said.

“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.

Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.

Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.

“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.

Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.

“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?

“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”

She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.

It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.

“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”

“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”

He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”

Coming 13th of February from Lily Harlem, hot BDSM billionaire novel –

IN EXPERT HANDS – available on Amazon / Amazon UK / Amazon Au / Amazon Ca

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Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/

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Waiting – #masturbationmonday

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Naked, she stands facing the white wall, dark, long hair falling down her back in thick waves. The wall is cool, soothing against her burning skin. Her hand rests by her head, fingers opening and closing with anticipation. Rocking her body slightly, her tight nipples rub and grind on the hard surface – such delicious friction.

She sighs, spreading her fingers wide, pressing her palm to the wall.

Waiting.

Her body is ready, knowing he is watching her is all it ever takes. Her skin tingles where his gaze touches her. The back of her shapely calves, the hills and valleys of her bottom, the most sensitive of places, the base of her back which dips and arches. Her body undulates towards the wall in remembered bliss as his eyes travel up the fluid lines of her back.

Her feet separate, the ache in her pussy beginning to consume her. She’s so needy now, so wanton.

His footsteps echo on the tiled floor, bringing a deep stillness to her body. Barely breathing she prepares herself for his first touch.

She feels the heat emanating from his body first. He is still dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. The graze of the material, as he comes to a halt behind her, only heightens the sensitivity in her skin.

He stands slightly to the side of her, his head bent as he watches his hand cup the soft underside of her bottom.

She lets out a long, controlled exhale.

He gently traces the curve until it meets the centre of her body, following the deep crevasse upwards until his hand lingers on the elegant bow of her lower back.

“So beautiful…” he whispers.

His hand draws mesmerising patterns on her skin: so soft, so torturously soft.

She swallows hard, trying to control her increasingly erratic breathing. Her nipples hurt now – so tight and sensitive. She knows they will be adorned soon, the cause of exquisite agony.

The soft pad of one finger dances up her spine. She can’t help pushing her bottom out and arching her back; her breasts flattening against the wall as her head falls back with a gasp.

A low, gruff laugh. “So sensitive, Babygirl. Such a test for my self-control.”

She stands tall again, she knows that’s what he wants.

“Good girl. Soon now. I’m impatient tonight.”

The husky words make her heart sing. Her ruby lips curl into a small smile of satisfaction.

Suddenly, two hands sweep over her back, firm and a little rough. She feels his calluses catch on her soft skin, leaving stinging trails of heat in their wake.

A fine sheen of sweat covers her body as her heart thumps hard in her chest. She feel his need like a pulsing, rhythmic beat on her skin. Tensing every muscle, she tries to breath.

HIs hands push the long strand of her hair over one shoulder revealing the delicate nape of her neck. His hands don’t stop moving now. Her head falls forward onto the cool wall as they glide over her shoulders and neck into her hair; over and over like waves crashing onto her body. Her skin is on fire, the hair on her head tangling with his fingers until she realises he is collecting it into his big hand, holding it in a thick, tousled ponytail.

His hand tightens in her hair and he pulls her head back. The sting makes her eyes water. It hurts – it really hurts – but she wants it, she’s been waiting for it.

He pulls her body from the wall to make room for his other hand. Her stance widens to accommodate the movement. He squeezes her breast, a teasing, brief taster of what’s to come; before his hand drops down to between her legs where he thrusts two fingers straight into her drenched, swollen pussy.

“Ahh!” She screams as her inner muscles milk his fingers in a desperate attempt to get what she needs.

He bends down to whisper against her cheek.

“No mercy tonight, Babygirl.”


Thanks for reading! If you want to find more juicy contributions to Masturbation Monday visit Kayla Lords’ blog A Sexual Being.

 

Happy New Year… Three of the Best – Erotic Authors #3

Dear All,

Happy New Year to you!!

Here’s hoping 2015 = lots of happy reading for us all.

I love finding a good new author with an extensive back catalogue to work through. Hopefully, you’ll find something you like here.

No reviews or blurbs on this page. Just the title and author info so you can go and explore for yourself if you so desire. I haven’t read all the books that these authors have written. I’m only recommending the ones that I have read.

In this post: Lauren Dane, Red Phoenix and Kelly Jamieson


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Lauren Dane: www.laurendane.com also find her on twitter @laurendane

Dane writes books of different heat levels so I’m just going to mention her erotic fiction here. The Brown Family series is her best I think. Great characters and hot sex!

My best picks for Lauren’s books are:

Laid Bare – M/F then M/M/F menage (small element of bisexuality).

Laid Open – M/M/F bisexual menage. Same characters as Laid Open. The menage scenes in this book are fabulous!


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Red Phoenix: wwwredphoenix69.com also find her on twitter @redphoenix69

I really like Red’s series Brie Learns the Art of Submission. I’ve read a few of her stand alones and they’re good too. They’re hot and often kinky books but they never forget the romance. If you’re new to the whole BDSM D/s thing then this series is a pretty good place to start.

My best picks for Red’s books are:

Brie Learns the Art of Submission: The Training Centre (all 9 stories of the first series in one book) – a bit of all sorts in here to be honest. D/s, BDSM, lots of kink but ultimately Brie’s story is about falling in love with her Sir. You can buy them individually if you want.

And Then He Saved Me – hot little story about two lonely people who find and heal each other M/F.


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Kelly Jamieson: www.kellyjamieson.com also find her on twitter @KellyJamieson

Kelly writes great contemporary romance and really hot bisexual menage. Her books are sweet and romantic with a whole bucket load of sex. Rule of Three nearly set my hair on fire!!

My best picks for Kelly’s books:

Rule of Three (series of three books) – M/M/F bisexual menage HOT!!! The three books follow the same characters as their relationship develops.

Rigger – M/F ropes and lots of ‘em! One of my favourite books about the beauty of bondage.

Breakaway #1 (Heller Brothers Hockey series) – I love a good sports romance especially if it’s got great athletic sex in it!! Five books in this series and I loved them all.


HAPPY READING!

Previous posts include: #1 Charlotte Stein, Cara McKenna and Misha Horne.

                                       #2 Maya Banks, Lorelei James and Marie Harte