Heat up in sunny Hawaii with TROUBLE IN PARADISE #erotica #eroticromance

TROUBLE IN PARADISE by Cindy Jacks
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Blurb:
Meeting and marrying in one of the most romantic places on earth, Clarissa and Mika seem to have it all—promising careers, plans for the future and passion that burns bright enough for everyone to see. But all is not as it seems.

Family is central to Mika, and he’s ready to start a brood of his own with the woman he loves. A haole from the Mainland and from a broken home, Clarissa isn’t as eager to jump into parenthood. When Mika’s hunky cousin Sione declares he’s always had feelings for Clarissa, crystal-blue waters turn cloudy and stormy.

Drawn to Sione and his rebel-without-a-pause ways, Clarissa struggles with her love for Mika and her desire for freedom. Mika sets her aflame, body and heart, but Sione seems to see into her soul. Unless Clarissa and Mika can find a way to bridge the divide, it’s trouble in paradise for both of them.

Excerpt:

Idyllic in many ways, the perpetual sunshine and cooling breezes of the Hawaiian Islands kept the temperature in the low to mid-eighties year round. In the foundry, however, the warm weather made the suede insulated safety gear damn near unbearable.

Clarissa trotted down the concrete stairwell to the sculpture courtyard in time to watch Sione strip off his leather jacket and apron. His white undershirt clung to the ripples of his muscular chest and abdomen. Like that male model in a diet soda commercial, he grabbed the water hose and turned it on himself, wetting his head and neck.

Clarissa looked skyward. Why, God, why?

Rivulets of water ran down his dark skin, his hair forming loose curls around his face. He unhitched his overalls and let them fall around his waist. Working the pants over his boots, he revealed a pair of shorts underneath. Next the shirt came off, exposing part of Sione’s tattoos, which were similar to Mika’s.

Again he soaked himself with the hose. His dark nipples drew into tight buds, making it known that the water indeed had cooled him.

“Kala,” he called to her. “Come look.”

She jogged the rest of the way down the stairs, trying to ignore her throbbing pussy. After he ducked into his studio to grab a towel and a fresh t-shirt, he led her to the foundry. Lying to cool on a workbench in all its glory was a sword like those carried by samurai in feudal Japan. Though it had not yet been sharpened or polished, the elegant curve of the blade was already apparent.

“It’s gorgeous. Did you forge this yourself?”

“Shige helped some with the folds, but yeah, it’s coming along.”

“Hell yeah. It’s incredible. Hey, could you make one for Mika’s birthday? I’ll pay you, of course.”

His gaze wandered over her, but he seemed to bite back his initial response. “Nah. Since you’re family, I’ll let you have this one after my thesis exhibit.”

“Sounds like a deal. We’ll swap for it. You can have anything of mine you want.”

“Can I really?” Again with the expressive eyes.

She shuffled off in the direction of her office and called over her shoulder, “Art. I meant any of my art you want.”

Sione chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

Why did he have to flirt like that? She knew he meant nothing by it. He flirted with everything with boobs, but still, it made her current predicament that much harder to bear. And just where this unbridled attraction to Sione had come from remained a mystery.

Yes, she’d always thought Sione was a handsome guy, but since she’d fallen for Mika, she couldn’t think of any other man. Not in that way. But for months now her attraction to Sione had been building and it was downright disgusting. She felt so ashamed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked herself for the second time that day.

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#WhipItWednesdays - EMERALD DUNGEON by Kathy Kulig

Please welcome fellow Ellora's Cave author, Kathy Kulig! EMERALD DUNGEON sounds like a scorcher! Get your copy today.
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Cheers,
Cindy
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Traveling 3000 Miles to Research BDSM

by Kathy Kulig

 

Developing my story EMERALD DUNGEON was more of a happy accident. Writers tend to get story ideas everywhere: an overheard conversation, a song, a movie, a photograph, a dream, a visit to a new locale. In this situation, it was while visiting a 500 year old castle in Ireland.

 

I attended a medieval banquet within Bunratty Castle and was entertained by a troupe of musicians and singers playing harps and violins. They offered goblets of mead (honey wine) and served a four course dinner medieval style (knife only, no forks).

 

We toured the castle, but never did get to see the dungeon, though I knew there was one. Outside in the darkness, surrounded by fields and forest, a kilted piper played a haunting tune under the flickering lights of flaming sconces. It was not hard to image a story set here, and using the castle as the perfect setting for EMERALD DUNGEON.

 

There’s a slight paranormal element that fits with the magical and romantic setting. When I returned home, my mind continued to work on a story. I thought about a woman from the US who was a harpist and had the opportunity to play with the Irish musicians during the summer. Their regular harpist was on maternity leave and my heroine knew a member of the troupe for the job recommendation. She meets the hero (a member in the troupe) who is also a Dom and part owner of a leather shop in town. When she first arrives at the castle, she’s dying to go exploring. Even though the castle is closed, she finds a way in. The smell of smoke has her worried and she investigates its source—the dungeon. There she finds old sconces burning and also interrupts a BDSM scene. Here’s part of the excerpt of that scene:

 

Excerpt from Emerald Dungeon by Kathy Kulig:

 

Darkness crept in around her except for the golden, flickering light from the basement. Walking through another doorway, Dana thought she heard voices but she wasn’t sure. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

As she rounded a stone partition, the room brightened. Flames flickered within a half dozen wrought iron sconces, a fire burned in a small stone fireplace. The room smelled of sweet burning wood and damp stone. At the far wall two people hovered in shadows. Dana remained in her circle of darkness at the bottom of the stairs, unable to take her eyes away from the sight.

The woman was naked, her wrists and ankles bound with straps that hung from the ceiling. Her arms and legs were spread wide in a V shape. As Dana took a closer look, she saw the woman was cradled in a narrow hammock rigging that supported her back and bottom. Her pussy and anus lay open wide and metal clamps were attached to her nipples. Dana winced at the distended tips protruding from the tight clamps. The woman was also wearing a blindfold. The other person, wearing a hooded robe, was male. She could tell by his bare legs and feet. His back was facing Dana.

A rush of heat, then cold crept through her. Wrapping her arms around her waist, her first instinct was to escape and call for help. Then she stepped back and searched for a weapon, planning to do some damage to the guy if the woman needed help. Instead, Dana froze at the bottom of the stairs. Attacking this man was not a good idea if the woman was a willing participant. She would watch long enough to make sure the woman was okay.

There were people who got into this kinky stuff. Why this woman would allow this man to do these things, Dana couldn’t fathom. “More, slave?” the man in the robe asked the woman.

The woman nodded. “Yes, Master, if it pleases you.” His fingers stroked the narrow thatch of dark hair between her legs, avoiding the glistening folds of her pussy. The woman squirmed and tried lifting her hips.

Dana managed to breathe in teaspoon-sized portions of air. People did this for fun? It didn’t look like fun. Was the woman in trouble? Should she stop this? Go for help? Move, dammit.

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Thanks so much for having me as a guest Cindy!

 

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Y'all know I love this lady. She's a doll and her books couldn't be HOTTER :) Let's see what Regina Carlysle is up to this month. Cheers, Cindy ______________________________

Keeping up with Regina While everyone is winding up the summer, getting in those last minute vacation days and gearing up for the start of school, I’ve been swamped preparing for releases and such.  I tend to chill out under the air conditioner at this time of year but that doesn’t mean things aren’t plenty HOT around my place.  Mad Moon (book six of my High Plains Shifters series) released July 31 at Ellora’s Cave and my editor also contracted Immortal Challenge and Return to Ransom. So yeah…stoked here. As fall rapidly approaches, I say BRING IT ON. More is on the way and I predict the end of the year will provide more great news and books on the way. Mad Moon available Now Good news for fans of my popular High Plains Shifters series (available at Ellora’s Cave). With this sixth installment, I bring the shifter world I created into East Texas and linked it all to the characters of the Wolf Creek pack in West Texas. So yes, East meets West in this story of a hunted woman who seeks sanctuary with the Texas Rogues and their leader, Madden Moon. This is a stand-alone story but I highly recommend reading others in this series so I’m listing them in order. All are available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, B&N and other ebook sellers. Highland Beast Lone Star Lycan Ringo’s Ride Edge of Nowhere Lawman Mad Moon Mad Moon Regina Carlysle High Plains Shifters, Book 6 Madden Moon knows what she is the second she walks into the old café. Shifter. Wolf. Trouble. Struck by her beauty and the air of exhaustion about her, the leader of the Texas Rogues wishes her straight out of town, but as the mating energy of their species sizzles between them and her enemies approach, he has no alternative but to bring the beautiful lycan under his protection and into his bed. Runaway Lana Vronski is in big trouble. As she races through the woods, local wolves in hot pursuit, she believes all is lost until she is rescued by oh so sexy Madden. When he offers her sanctuary and sex hot enough to burn them both, she accepts his proposal. But it isn’t until the mating heat between them begins to sizzle wildly out of control that Lana learns her true salvation awaits in his arms. Lana’s enemies are relentless, however, and will stop at nothing as they attempt to rip her from the arms of the man she loves. A Romantica® paranornal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave An Excerpt From: MAD MOON Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2013 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. Chapter One He scented her the moment she opened the door of the old café. He didn’t know who she was but what she was couldn’t have been more clear. Shifter. Wolf. Madden Moon’s nostrils flared as the rich, spicy smell of the female curled through his brain, igniting base instincts that he promptly pushed aside to reexamine at another time. The she-wolf was an icy blonde, beautiful and wary. Though he’d never been a fan of short hair on a woman, the edgy pixie cut suited her delicate features. Her eyes, even from the distance, were a dark, exotically tilted midnight blue, thickly lashed and currently narrowed as she halted and stood skittishly in the doorway. The stranger shot him a quick glance and the single panicked look spoke volumes. She knew he was shifter too. For a moment it seemed she’d bolt and head back out into the dark of night but that didn’t happen. His spectacular hearing registered the low growl of her belly. Then as her gaze shifted away, she squared her shoulders and hurried to a corner booth across the room from him. As High Alpha of the Rogues, it was his responsibility to keep tabs on shifters who might pass through this area of East Texas. This poor, bedraggled little thing didn’t seem much of a threat to anyone. She looked stressed-out and exhausted. Still, he covertly watched her as she ordered something from the menu and gulped down a tall glass of ice water. By the time she’d finished that and started to drink her coffee, the waitress had set a plate containing two large burgers and a heaping mound of fries in front of her. If he hadn’t known she was shifter by her scent, the woman’s enormous appetite would have given her away. She glanced up at him and Mad had the good grace to look away. It was hard as hell to avoid staring at her, wondering about her and trying to figure out why she seemed so distressed. He might be a wolf but he was also a gentleman. Most of the time. Mad finished off the last of his coffee and leaned back against the faded faux leather of his favorite booth in Joe’s Hot Griddle. The remains of his fried ham, eggs and buttermilk pancakes littered the aged laminate table. The only twenty-four-hour breakfast joint in Sweetridge, Texas, wasn’t even close to being hot tonight. No more than two or three customers filled a room that could easily accommodate eighty. That was fine. It suited his mood. Mad wasn’t in the mood for company nor was he feeling particularly chatty. Joe Grubbs, the shifter elder who owned the place, wearing a dingy white apron over the girth of his belly, ambled up with a pot of coffee. Without asking, he poured Mad another cup. He tilted his head toward the she-wolf who was busily devouring her meal. “Wonder who she is.” “No clue but I figure I’ll find out soon enough. Probably just passing through. If that’s the case, she can go in peace.” After grunting his thanks for the coffee, Mad motioned for the man to sit. “Why aren’t you out hunting with the others tonight, Joe?” Mad eyed the older man over the rim of his cup. Joe shrugged. “Somebody’s gotta earn a buck or two around here. These days I’m feeling my age and those men get out of control with the bloodlust. Thirty years or so ago, I liked hanging with the rowdies, but now the thought of it just wears me out. I took a pass. But I could ask you the same. Figured you’d be out there ramrodding that mangy pack. Instead you’re here and looking morose as hell.” “Just restless.” As High Alpha, it was his duty to tear up the woods and raise a little hell, all in the spirit of camaraderie and brotherhood, but he didn’t have the heart for it. He didn’t have to be psychic to know something was in the air. Deep in his bones, he believed something was fixin’ to roll over him like high tide on the Gulf. Off in the distance, he heard the howl of wolves. His men. His pack. They’d been hunting in the nearby woods for the better part of three hours now and, knowing some of them, their blood would be running high. It was a dangerous time for some of the younger wolves who were known to get into a shitload of trouble after a bloody hunt. When they were finished, they’d be looking for a balls-to-the-walls fight and a fast fuck, in no particular order. Gods help whoever got in their way. Mad glanced at the woman. If she knew what was best for her, she’d get out of town while the getting was good. One or two of those young pups were downright dangerous and if they happened upon her after the hunt, she’d be in deep trouble. Exhaustion seemed to roll from her body, easy to pick up on, and he knew it would be hard for her to fight off trouble in her current physical state. Yes, she’d best get the hell outta here pretty damn quick. Finally he stood and tossed some cash on the littered table then glanced at the pretty lady shifter. He frowned and gave Joe a look. “With the hunt going down tonight, it might be a good idea to give the little blonde a heads up. She needs to hit the road.” When Joe nodded, Mad shrugged, determined to put some distance between himself and the sexy stranger. “Best take off and see what’s what, Joe. You take care now.” He felt the woman’s eyes on him as he made his way to the door and stopped to return her stare. A sound similar to white noise buzzed in his ears and fairly rattled his brain then stopped almost as soon as it started. Chills raced over his arms. What the fuck? Coming Soon from Ellora’s Cave For some time now I’ve wanted to do a series about immortal warriors and I’m thrilled the first book in this extensive series has been contracted by Ellora’s Cave. Immortal Challenge features Gedeon, an immortal Highlander who is challenged by a goddess to learn to love again. This novel is my first attempt at fantasy (something I’ve always wanted to tackle) and I really hope my readers like it. This concept will feature characters who exhibit great acts of bravery in battle and are ‘saved’ at the moment of their deaths by a goddess. These larger than life heroes will feature Vikings, Spanish Conquistadors, and even an old west gunslinger. I can’t tell you how many books there will be in this series because, at the moment, the ideas are still percolating. I suspect there will be quite of few so brace yourselves. Those sexy, brawny, badass Dobbs Brothers Most of you know that along with paranormal stories, I also write about those rough, tough Texas cowboys. Among my most popular of these is my Delight Texas series (available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, B&N and other e-tailers). Cooper and T Dobbs (Return to Delight and Return of the Daredevil) are two hot scoundrels who won a lot of readers’ hearts. Fans of this series will be happy to know that Return to Ransom has been contracted by Ellora’s Cave and as I promised those of you who wrote…this is a full length novel to wrap up the series with a big, shiny bow. I’ll post more as I get into edits for the story but I’m hoping for a winter release. Keep fingers crossed!   On my Computer now: Lust, Lies and Silky Thighs- Romantic Suspense set in small town Texas The Last of His Kind- a hawk shifter and follow up story to Jaguar Hunger (EC) and Tinderbox (part of the Something Wicked This Way Comes, vol 2 anothology EC) Santana’s Touch- Book three of Savage Sanctuary series, EC Regina Sightings: Ellora’s Cave Romanticon Convention, October 11, Akron, Ohio Wild Wicked Weekend (my own author/reader weekend with Wicked Writers Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland, Brenna Zinn, Samantha Cayto and Dalton Diaz) February 20-23 2014, San Antonio, Texas. Wanna come party with us? 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#CoverReveal -- TROUBLE IN PARADISE

Meeting and wedding in one of the most romantic places on earth, the Hawaiian Islands, Clarissa and Mika seem to have it all―promising careers, plans for the future and passion that burns bright enough for everyone to see. But all is not as it seems…

Family being central to Mika’s Samoan heritage, he’s eager to start a brood of his own with the woman he loves. A haole from the Mainland and from a broken home, Clarissa isn’t as eager to jump into parenthood. When Mika’s hunky cousin, Sione, declares he’s always had feelings for Clarissa, crystal blue waters turn cloudy and stormy.

Drawn to Sione and his rebel-without-a-pause ways, Clarissa struggles with her love for Mika and her desire for freedom. Mika sets her aflame, body and heart, but Sione seems to see into her soul. Unless Clarissa and Mika can find a way to bridge the divide, it will be trouble in paradise for both of them.

TROUBLE IN PARADISE was so much fun to write. It took me back to my art school days at the University of Hawaii. I'm really excited about my 11th book with Ellora's Cave. No release date yet, but check back here for updates!

Blackest Nights release date

I'm thrilled to announce BLACKEST NIGHTS will release July 3rd. It's guaranteed to put some fireworks into your Independence Day celebrations!

There's nothing gray about Black's dominance or Red's submission...

BDSM-curious, Georgia aka Red, attends a lunch meeting of the Rocky Road Social Club where she meets a Dom who introduces himself as Black. Tall, caramel-skinned and truly gorgeous, Black has a commanding presence that draws Red in.

After one dinner together, Red agrees to explore a weekend as Black’s sub. He pushes her to the limits of pain, pleasure and beyond. Though she delights in his firm hand and even firmer lash, when Black proposes a more permanent arrangement, Red wonders whether she’s ready to submit―body and soul―to the man who dominates her blackest desires.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Sailor's Knot #ReleaseDate and #CoverReveal

I am thrilled to announce the release date for Book Three in the Pirates at Heart Series titled SAILOR'S KNOT. March 22nd, the Logan family saga continues!

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Blurb:

The year is 2037 and the next generation of the Logan family pirates have taken over the helm of The Yellow Rose. Running bootleg booze and smuggling runners from the Reformed States of America into the Republic of Texas, business couldn’t be better …that is if brothers Marcus and Nathaniel don’t kill each other in the process.

Captain Marcus Logan is serious, brooding and haunted, carrying a torch for his first mate, Amelie. Nathaniel—the resident party boy—is none of those things, but somehow they’d made their differences work for them until recently. When the tall, leggy blonde, Captain Ruby Delaney, is a guest aboard The Rose, she turns Nathaniel’s head and stirs up all sorts of trouble, not the least of which is winding up in Marcus’ bed one drunken night. This ill-advised one night stand ignites a love quadrangle so intertwined that the phrase “it’s complicated” doesn’t begin to define this sailor’s knot.

A Romantica® futuristic erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt: 

Humiliation and admiration flooded Marcus with equal measure. Ruby was far craftier than he’d given her credit for. His earlier words to Nate echoed in his mind. He’d accused his brother of ineptitude when Marcus himself couldn’t tie a restraint that could hold her.

Shaking his head, he passed her the bottle. “Glad I could entertain you.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. I’m still trapped here.” She ran a hand over his sheets, leaning forward and spreading her legs a bit. “In your cabin.”

Bad girl. He arched an eyebrow. Usually he’d be immune to such an obvious overture, but in his current state, she was hard to ignore.

His cock stirred at the thought of her in his bed. Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t had a woman in… How long had it been? Several months at least. A smile crossed his lips. That barmaid in Belize. He usually steered clear of one-night stands, but she’d been so insistent, hadn’t she?

And his last relationship before that, over a year prior. It had lasted a couple of weeks at best. Sticking around wasn’t his forte. Not since— No, he wouldn’t think about Amelie anymore. Not with a beautiful blonde next to him. For once, couldn’t he do what any man would do in this situation? For once, couldn’t he give in to his base desires instead of suppressing them, struggling to keep them under control?

“You’re gorgeous when you smile.” Ruby intruded on his thoughts.

Marcus stared at her, weighing his options. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath, her voluptuous thighs grazing past his leg as she shifted to make herself more comfortable. She smelled like his soap but there was an undercurrent of her own scent. Rich and sweet. He wanted to taste her.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asked, leaning closer.

“Obviously.” She licked her lips, meeting his hungry stare.

Scooting closer, she pressed her breasts to his arm. He dipped his head a little to the right. Her quick exhalations skimmed his cheek. She wouldn’t run away, disappear at the crucial moment. Quite the opposite. With one finger trailing beneath his chin, she drew him nearer, daring him to kiss her.

She was offering herself up to be had, for him to take her. And why not? There was no one waiting at home for him. He was a free man with a cock so hard it hurt. And this woman—a dangerous and wild woman—wanted him. At least for the night. And he wanted her. Hell, who wouldn’t?

He cradled the back of her neck, kissing her hard. “If you steal from me again, I’ll kill you.”

“I wouldn’t cross you again. I know when I’m licked.”

Pushing her back onto the mattress, he nipped at her ear. “I haven’t even started licking you yet.”

She laughed, wrapping a leg around him.

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Thrilled to announce...

I have a new contract with Ellora's Cave. Yes, my editor Jilly offered it to my last month, but I don't like to make the announcement until I get the signed copy from the EC contract department. It's official--BLACKEST NIGHTS will be published later this year. SQUEEEEEEEEE!

Here's a little sneaky peeky...unedited of course so please forgive my typos ;) Oh and if BDSM isn't your thing, you might not want to read on...you've been warned!

BLACKEST NIGHTS
copyright Cindy Jacks 2012

Excerpt:

For our first play session, I arrived early, reciting, “Scarlet, slow. Midnight, stop,” as I parked in his driveway. Once I’d inspected my makeup and smoothed my black skirt and spaghetti strap blouse, I propelled myself out of the car. The humid night air threatened to kink up my hair. A smile on my lips, I hoped my hair wouldn’t be the only thing kinked up that night. My stomach did flipflops at the thought of what Black had in store for me.

At 8:55, I knocked on his door. I heard him moving inside the house, but he didn’t answer.

A couple minutes passed and still I stood on his porch, the crickets chirping in the cooling night air. Maybe he hadn’t heard my knock. I rang the doorbell.

Another minute or so passed and every second that ticked by left me feeling foolish. Why was he making me wait? Finally out of patience, I fished my cell phone out of my purse and hit the auto-dial for his number.

As soon as Black jerked open the door, I knew I’d made a mistake. His lips down-turned, his eyes narrowed, he folded his arms over his chest.

The intensity of his stare unnerved me.

Fixing my gaze on the ground, I offered an explanation though he hadn’t demanded one, “I wanted to be sure I was on time.”

“But you aren’t on time, you’re early. Nine o’clock means nine o’clock.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Go into the dining room and sit.” He moved aside to let me pass. “To your left.”

Hurrying to do as instructed, I didn’t have much time to take in the decor of the house. Once I’d taken a seat, I studied the austerity of the mission style dining table, chairs and china cabinet. One massive photo―at least four feet by six feet―hung on an otherwise bare wall. It depicted a close up of a fig sliced in half. So suggestive was the imagery of female genitalia that I found myself averting my eyes, sneaking furtive glances. Every time I dared to look at it for more than a couple of seconds, my cheeks burned and butterflies flitted around my stomach.

The door clicked shut and I heard his footsteps head in the opposite direction. Then he returned, his cell phone in hand. Drawing his finger across the screen, he turned it so I could read. The glowing display showed his call log.

“Read the most recent entry,” he said.

“It says, ‘Red’.”

“And is it an incoming call or an outgoing one?”

“Incoming,” I mumbled. I knew exactly what I’d done wrong.

“I said never to call me.” He grabbed me by the hair and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He wasn’t pulling all that hard…yet.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, excited by the control he exerted over me.

Setting the phone aside, he moved behind me. Leaning down, he let his lips brush past my ear. I could feel his breath on my cheek and neck. Inhaling his cologne, I closed my eyes, my heartbeat quickening.

“You don’t listen.” He tightened his grasp, shaking me a little. I gasped, the pain sharper now, the throbbing of my pussy radiating throughout my body.

I didn’t reply, struggling to suppress a smile though I couldn’t figure out just why I felt like grinning.

“What’s funny?” He tugged at my hair.

The tug hurt so much my eyes watered. “Nothing.”

“Say it. Say, ‘I don’t listen’.” His held my head held back, forcing me to make eye contact.

“I―” My voice cracked, arousal and agony gripping my throat. “I don’t listen.”

“Do you need me to make you?”

“Yes…please.” My legs trembled, my pussy quivering at the thought of what he would do to punish me.

Bending me over the table, he pressed my cheek to the cool surface, hand still tangled in my hair, but he’d eased up on the agonizing hold.

The skirt I’d taken so much care to pick out wound up crumpled around my waist. He ripped off my panties then caressed the swell of my ass. I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the woosh of it sliding out of his belt loops. Oh God, he was going to―

Crack!

I cried out and squirmed, the initial sting so intense I could hardly stand it, but he held me down.

Crack!

The belt smacked against my ass, heat spreading over the entire cheek. I yelped and whimpered. A sharp burning sensation ran along the junction of my buttock and my thigh and I was sure he’d given me a welt. The thought turned me on to no end. I was bare-assed, splayed out across a table and one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever met was punishing me. Oh yes, I wanted more.

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