Be My Guest On Tuesday: Mystk Knight and The Bequest (Rigger Book 2)

tuesdayAnother Tuesday came along and I have one fantastic lady and BDSM writer as a guest. Mystk Knight’s books of the world of Dominance, submission, rope bondage and other lovely things are pretty short. However, they are hot and well-written enough to make you boil with need and lust. Just a week ago she released Part 2 of her Rigger trilogy so I invite you to take a look.

The Bequest (Rigger Book 2)

by Mystk Knight

 

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Blurb: Book Two of the Rigger trilogy continues the tale of Lachlan, Shibari master and dom, and Shae, the young female slave who captured his imagination and ensnared his heart.  They meet again, this time over dinner, followed by a serving of decadent dessert.  Can Shae control herself?  Or will Lachlan have to dish out a further serving of corrective training?  And what of Shae’s mysterious master. Read this mesmerizing tale of love, lust and lusciousness to find out.

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“Well, fuck me.” I stood there on the sidewalk, watching the cab disappear around the corner at the end of the street with my arms crossed at my chest and my pulse beating a crazy tattoo in my throat.

How the hell had this one woman managed to affect me so viscerally? She had walked into my home, invaded my heart, and now with her leaving, I realized she had taken a huge piece of it with her. Even as I watched the cab’s tail lights disappear out of sight, I acknowledged in my heart she was my destiny. I would do whatever was necessary to make it a reality.

At my age, I had all but given up on finding ‘the one’, but I guess the old saying is true: “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” The only question now was how to make it a reality.

I turned and retraced my steps through the gate, slamming it behind me. My long legs ate up the stairs, taking them four at a time before I let myself back into the house. Sliding to a stop in the foyer, those first few moments from the day before when I had opened the door to find Shae standing on my threshold flashed through my mind. I savoured the memory of the way her eyes had grown wide and filled with surprise as they had met mine. It might have been in that very instant that I knew.

Shaking off the memory, I strode with purpose down the hall to my office. I navigated the banker’s desk standing resolute in front of the bay window and sat down in the ancient and worn leather chair I had inherited from my parents’ estate. Leaning back into the comfort of its memories, I turned the issue over in my mind, my thumb running back and forth over my lower lip as it always did when I worked through a problem.

My Neanderthal brain was howling at me to get myself over to Jon’s house and refuse to leave without Shae’s contract, and her, in hand. But my Hominidae logical self knew that tactic would get me nowhere with Jon. I had known the man some thirty years at this point and had come to appreciate he did things on his own time and for his own reasons.

So what was his purpose in sending Shae to me for correction? She had performed beautifully. In fact, I found nothing in her presentation to give proof to his complaints.

The man was an enigma to me. A close personal friend of my parents for as long as I could remember, he had become my guardian when at fourteen years of age my parents died in a horrific motor vehicle accident while travelling abroad. Jon had managed my inheritance until I reached the age of majority at twenty-one. During that period, he had split my time between attending schools abroad and living under his roof where I had learned and adopted his lifestyle. Despite all that, I had never fully understood the reasoning behind many of his decisions. I had, however, learned to accept them unquestioningly.

I had left his home at twenty-one, my inheritance safely invested in the money market, and I remember thinking I had the world by the tail. In retrospect, I suppose I had. I had dedicated the next several years to growing my inheritance, perfecting my craft, and making a life for myself—one that included occasional visits to Jon’s home but usually only when summoned.

He was not an easy man to live with, his propensity for sudden and unreasonable outbursts of anger always a looming threat over the members of his household. I could count neither the number of times I had heard his slaves paying the price for some perceived transgression nor the number of times Jon had called upon me to deliver those punishments. I had learned how to wield a dragon tail whip by the time I turned fifteen and dual blacksnake whips by seventeen, both harsh and deterring tools of correction. Once I left Jon’s home, my interests had turned to suspension play; in particular, Shibari. I spent many years learning those arts from masters around the world and preferred using them in my own life over harsher forms of BDSM play.

Perhaps Jon felt I was too soft in my management of the various subs I brought into my life and sought a way to impose his will on my choices. Shae was not the first of his slaves sent my way, but she certainly was the first who did not present with any overt behavioural issues requiring correction.

And therein lay my dilemma. Why had Jon done it? Time would tell as he always revealed the reasons for his actions—particularly where my “life lessons” were concerned.

Was that what this had been? Another of his life lessons?

Jon took a somewhat perverse, if not sadistic, approach to ensuring I understood my own fascination with the BDSM lifestyle, pushing me through tests of domination that only the most hardhearted of doms I came across in my life could have imagined. I turned my thoughts away from those memories. I had decided years before to use them only to remind myself of the kind of dom I did not wish to become.

No, I needed to come up with a plan to convince Jon to sign over Shae’s contract to me and make him think it was his own idea. But how? I had no idea yet, but I would figure it out come hell or high water. There was no way I intended to leave Shae under his control when I knew the punishments she would face if she ever did anything to truly upset him. That was not an option.

The sound of an incoming email roused me from my dark thoughts, and I opened my laptop to confirm the sender even though I knew without looking. Jon. He would be looking for a final status report on Shae’s visit. I had emailed him sometime around midnight the night before to confirm Shae’s arrival and let him know she had been an excellent suspension subject, submitting without question or complaint. He had not responded to me then, but opening his email, it surprised me to see him commending her presentation and compliance, praising her as he had never done with any other slave.

The last sentence of his email contained the ultimate reason for the missive—one I knew better than to ignore. “Dinner. Sunday evening at seven.”

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The berries were fresh. The cream, fresher. The dark chocolate was the perfect counterbalance to the sweetness of the berries but under it all was the salty-sweet flavour of Shae. She was writhing and moaning with need by the time I took my place at the end of the table and sat looking over the landscape of her delectable body. I slid my hands under her knees and pulled her toward me, placing her legs over my shoulders. I slipped my hands under her buttocks and lifted her pussy to my mouth, locking my eyes to hers. “Do not come, pet, until I allow it. If you fail, I’ll punish you.”

Shae’s eyes widened as she watched me move slowly toward her heated and needy centre, my full intentions becoming clear. An involuntary gasp of air escaped her lips when I licked her creamy slit from back to font. She bucked up, pressing her pussy into my mouth, unable to control her body’s automatic response. I slid one arm around her hip, settling my hand on her abdomen to hold her steady, and set to work on breaking her control.

The torture started with light licks and puffs of cool air on her pussy. I progressed slowly to sucking and nibbling her clit, worrying it with unrelenting attention. Shae’s moans grew over time to pleading as I clamped my teeth firmly around her swollen bud and heated it with the constant friction of my tongue. Her legs began to tremble. I knew she was close to her climax, so I pulled my mouth from her pulsing flesh and kissed the inside of her thighs, first one then the other. Shae squeezed her knees to the sides of my head, her hands finding purchase in my hair. If she had her way, I would go nowhere until I satisfied her, and I could not allow her that control.

“Grip the sides of the table, pet, and do not let go.” I growled my command, letting her know she was pushing her boundaries. She reluctantly loosened her grasp on my hair, my scalp stinging as the blood rushed to the assaulted area. Shae’s breath sawed in and out of her chest, and her words tumbled over one another as she begged for a reprieve.

“Please, sir, please! Let me rest or please let me come! I’m losing my mind! I need… I need to come please, sir, please!”

I grinned. She had played right into my hands. “Shae, Jon’s outfitted his dungeon with a spanking bench. It has your name on it if you so much as twitch in the next five minutes. I suggest you get a grip on your control. Now.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable, sir! You’ve been torturing and teasing me for the past hour without a break! Your demands are impossible, and you well know it!”

Her outburst sparked a flame of irritation in me the likes of which I had not felt in quite some time.

“Would you care to rephrase that, Shae?”

I pinned her with a harsh look of derision though I knew she was right. My demands were unreasonable, but I wanted her to fail to meet them in the most spectacular way possible.

When no response was immediately forthcoming, I stood, gripped Shae around her waist, and tossed her over my shoulder. Navigating the table, I strode out of the dining room and made my way to the top of the stairs leading to Jon’s dungeon.

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If these smoking hot excerpts set your imagination and body on fire maybe you should start with book 1 of Mystk’s trilogy.
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Blurb:
Book One of the Rigger trilogy tells the tale of a young female slave sent by her master to a Shibari Master for corrective training. What follows is an intense 24 hour period of having her limits, and her resolve, thoroughly tested.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mystk Knight lives on an island in beautiful British Columbia.  She shares her home with her fur-baby, who often looks at her as though she is perhaps a little insane as she chats her way through scenes or crawls around on the floor testing the positions she writes her characters into.  She dabbles in erotic romance and erotica and, no, her stories do not reflect her real life experiences, nor would she admit it if they did.  Her favorite hobby is procrastination; she will get to the final book in this trilogy when she is damn good and ready.

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#MasturbationMonday – Destroy Her Clothes – The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo #BDSM

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Hello and welcome to another amazing and freezing work week. Some of these Monday mornings staying in bed is too tempting… while you excuse yourself with fifteen more minutes you might as well fill them with pleasure.

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“Do you like that skirt, little one?”
“What?” She frowned in confusion.
“I was just curious.” I shrugged as I undid the last intricate buckle. “Whether you love it
or not it’s the last time you’ll wear it.”
After taking her second boot off I grabbed a pair of scissors from the briefcase and ran
them down her thigh, over the fishnet stockings and against her wet thong. The despair was filling her eyes more and more but Sage was too much of a fighter. Too good I’ve been prepared for a battle.
The sinister sound of the scissors clicking in the quiet room interrupted only by the low
buzz of the air conditioning. I started with the front of her denim skirt and sliced the cloth in two without much effort. I would use those scissors to destroy much finer and delicate fabrics but they were rough and sturdy enough to shear pretty much anything. Their steel blades always  made my subs scream as the tip pressed against their horny bodies.
I adored some good knife play.
The useless skirt fell down so I pulled it out beneath Sage’s firm ass, throwing it on the
floor. She was left in nothing but her stockings and thong, shaking, with visible knots in her forearms as she uselessly tried to push her boundaries. The moment I pressed the lower blade to her stomach and slid it under the thong, brushing her skin with the razor sharp tool, Sage cried in genuine horror, with no lust at all.

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Review: The Art House by Scarlett Knight

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Author: Scarlett Knight

Genre: Erotic Romance, Bisexual

Purchase link: http://amzn.to/2kecRQL

My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: Granted the opportunity to model for world-famous yet reclusive artist Edgar, journalist Janelle Ryan thinks she’s finally landed the story of her career. What she doesn’t realize is that by staying at Edgar’s famous “Art House,” her focus shifts from the news story to experiencing an unexpected personal awakening of her mind, body, and soul.

As a consequence, painful emotions she’s been repressing for years begin to reemerge. Facing her demons head on, she realizes what is most important to her – how to forgive, and most importantly, how to love again.

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#SatSpanks Deeper Sexual Needs Unorthodox Therapy #BDSM

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Morning Spankos. This is the second Unorthodox Therapy snippet I share this week. I thought I could tease you with it as I’m finally moving ahead with the sequel. I’m currently about to start with Chapter 9 and hopefully this time next week I’ll be past the 60k mark. If you also follow #WIPITUP Wednesday, stay tuned.

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Blurb:

I’ve no intention of explaining my every command to you, pet. As a matter of fact, quit asking questions and do as you’re told. Take your clothes off. Now.
Lina Riley has proved herself as the tough as nails CEO of her own tech startup. She’s a masterful business negotiator, successful by any measure, but every day she’s losing her battle with nicotine addiction. Thomas Jett, her former protégé, is a rising star in software development, one of her most promising employees. He might just have the right solution to her problems.
To the world, Thomas is a sweet, refined gentleman. He opens doors for ladies and lights their cigarettes, not that Lina should be smoking in the first place. Little does she suspect him of having secret life: one of firm discipline, intense sexual dominance, and a well-equipped dungeon.
Lina will agree to play by his rules: a master’s discipline and uncompromising control. Spanking is merely the start of Lina experiencing her wildest and most shameful fantasies. She’ll learn the cruelty of orgasm denial and the thrill of submission at Thomas’ feet.
Is their depraved passion and lust for each other what they truly need? Or will it lead them to disgrace and heartbreak?

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“W-what are you doing?” I gasped at the intimate touch, blushing with embarrassment.
Thomas raised his eyebrows at me and I swallowed. “You said that your therapy wouldn’t
include sexual play.”
“Really? I don’t remember saying anything like that.” He smiled and pressed his digit harder against my clit.
“But…”
“All I told you was that in general BDSM doesn’t have to include sex. I never stated
explicitly I wouldn’t stimulate you with sexual play.”
I frowned and was about to protest when he placed his finger against my lips.
“Some people just need the right adjustment through pain and manipulation of their mind. In your case, I don’t believe pain would be enough to help you out of your habit.” Thomas leaned forward and kissed my lips very lightly.
“And what makes you think so?” I looked away while he was slowly massaging my chin.
“First of all, Lina, I don’t think you’re frigid, let alone sexually inadequate, but I think you
are repressed. You have much deeper needs that none of your lovers have met, and you find the release for your frustration in smoking.”
Before I could utter my next line, Thomas answered my question, as if he was really reading my mind.
“It shows in the way you smoke with such passion, as if you really find some erotic pleasure in it. Today, at the fire escape, you looked as if you had an orgasm when I lit your cigarette.” He kissed my neck with tenderness and whispered against my skin. “And above all, I asked you for your hard limits earlier. You didn’t even think of adding ‘sex’ to the list, did you? Anyway, it’s not too late to change your mind and safeword, but I don’t think you’ll do that.”
“But this is inappropriate.” He kept kissing my neck while I searched for valid arguments.
“I’m your boss, and…”
“All I know is you are the hottest woman I’ve ever met. You’ve exceeded my expectations.”

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If you are curious about what he’ll do next and how far they’ll go with that session and further you can buy the book hereNow, head back to Saturday Spanking Inc. for more weekend corporal punishment.

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Research: Restraints, Rope, Suspension, The Finer Things In Life #NSFW #BDSM

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The next chapter of my current work in progress novel, Unorthodox Chemistry, will include an artistic demonstration of rope bondage. I’m super nervous about portraying it well and the chapter will most likely be edited at least 10 times until it is whipped into perfection. Meanwhile, I decided to watch some videos for visual inspiration. Feel free to share your own favorites if you have something better.

I plan to incorporate some ballet dancing in the whole performance, we’ll see how well it will turn out and how it will fit as a concept with the rope bondage. I can always excuse myself that it is a fiction. right?

In any case, I must say that the research for these scenes is some of the most pleasant part of the process. Perhaps if I watch enough videos I’ll be able to fully zone into the experience.

Author Spotlight: Lucas X Black

Lucas has often said that guys like him are “dime a dozen” where he lives. Perhaps I should go out more and meet more people but still, I find him to be one of the most colorful and interesting writers I’ve ‘met’ during my self-publishing venture. His BDSM tales are laced with life experience, which gives them a sense of realism and that doesn’t make them less appealing or arousing to the mind and body. Here is your chance to meet him, touch his thoughts and get teased with his work so you can draw your conclusions.

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Lucas X. Black is a lifelong dominant living in southern Texas, where he is engaged as a full-time writer.  He is formerly a paramedic of many long years’ experience, and often incorporates that knowledge base into his writing.  Away from home, he enjoys spicy and exotic foods, loves to fish, and loves going to the movies.  In his home, behind the closed doors of his dungeon, he is a sadist and humorist, in love with eliciting a range of sensation and reaction from his oh, so willing victims …

Lilah: Hello Lucas, it’s a great pleasure to have you here as a guest. You must be sick to death with that question but tell us more about your transition from a paramedic into a full-time writer. When did you get interested in writing and how did you decide that is what you want to do?

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#WIPITUP Wednesday – You Can’t Go Back Unorthodox Chemistry #BDSM

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There should be a law against Wednesday coming so soon. Or a law against procrastination. Again, I must start writing regularly or I won’t finish that book even next year by that time. I give you a little, sweet snippet of an interaction between Lina and Allie.

Unorthodox Chemistry is Book 2 of the Unorthodox Trilogy, a sequel of Unorthodox Therapy, live on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Both the blurb and the cover are temporary.

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Blurb:

It’s been months since the dominant programmer Thomas Jett parted ways with Lina Riley, his boss, mentor and submissive lover. Thomas is drowning in his own guilt and doubts, desperately trying to find peace with his past and forgiveness for his sins. Lina struggles to rebuild her destroyed life, her reputation as a CEO and not completely lose her sanity.

They can’t forget the intense chemistry and intimate connection they shared, the passion and the dynamics of their power exchange. And what is worse, neither Lina nor Thomas can move past the horror of the night that tore them apart.

One unexpected night will reunite them and ignite the embers of their furious, painful passion. While they are struggling with their invisible demons a very real enemy waits in the shadows, ready for a revenge. Will Lina find strength in subspace or that would be her ultimate demise? Can Thomas regain control over her and what is most important, over the darkest parts of his own psyche?

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Lina.” She repeated my name with a note of warning. “Raise your head and look at me when I’m talking to you. Open your eyes and look at me. Now.”

God knows that this was exactly what I did, obeying her commands so naturally as if I were her puppet. Allie reached out and gently held my chin, not allowing me to look away.

How were those black eyes so alluring.

That’s a good girl.” She caressed my chin. It was more of a comforting than sensual gesture but the erotic thrill ran through me, as powerful as when I was submitting to Thomas. “Now stop worrying so much about what I’d think about you. I have a lot of clients who react just like you when they first appear for a session. They are scared, guilty and feel the need to apologize for their kinks and needs.”

Allie, I…”

Shh, you said enough. Just listen now.” Her grip became tighter and she narrowed her eyes at me. “I tell them what I told you, that I’m not in the position either to judge them or to make them feel better about what they want. You should do what is best for you, Lina, regardless of what anyone thinks. If that means you should keep your distance from Thomas that is fine. I’ll leave that office and I’ll never contact you again.”

I shivered at that thought. Just when I thought I had resigned with the fact our relationship was finished for good. Allie let go of my chin and caressed my cheek with an almost loving gesture before she slapped it with her fingers and withdrew herself from me.

I nearly begged her not to stop and that she could do as she wanted with me.

What a slut you are.

However, Lina, I doubt you’d be happier if you go on to deny yourself. I bet you wanted me to spank you, even if you are not really into women, didn’t you?”

She was brilliant at that game. With just a few words Allie could turn me into a blushing, stuttering mess and secretly, I loved it.

The younger woman chuckled and said with a soothing voice.

Any other time I’d do just that but you are not mine. It wouldn’t be very ethical of me to take advantage of someone as fragile as you are.”

I’ve been called many things in my life. Fragile was definitely not one of them.

I can be wrong but I don’t think you can go back to vanilla life, Lina.”

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That’s all for now, I must go back to writing. If you visit my website for the first time and you are interested in keeping up with my work, feel free to subscribe to Lilah’s steamy mailing list. You even get a free story – http://eepurl.com/b4sN_H. And now head back to the WIPIT UP HQ for more snippets of works in progress.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Soliel De Bella and The Seduction of Lexi Dane

tuesdayIt’s Tuesday and it’s time for another author guest who’d  like to reveal her craft and work before you. Soliel de Bella is as she describes ‘a student of the Universe’ who enjoys writing tales depicting sexuality and an author with Amore Moon PublishingShe has written and published four books and today she’d like to tease you with her novel, The Seduction of Lexi Dane.

 

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Blurb:

Lexie Dane has it all, a good job, handsome husband, and loving home, but there’s something missing in her life, like three years of which she has no memory. 

When she was twenty-one, she awoke in Chicago to learn she’d gone missing from a Missouri school when she was eighteen. With no family still alive back home, she decided to stay and start her life anew, yet always hoped that one day she’d discover what had happened to her. 

That day comes with an Internet ad for an adults only club and the owner’s picture that sparks a visceral reaction she can’t explain. To see if he has answers to her lost memories, she and her husband must join the club and subject themselves to sexual situations beyond their wildest imaginations. What she learns threatens to destroy her marriage and sets her on a dangerous road back to her missing past.

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Revelry. 
The crackling of a bonfire. My eyes fluttered open. Hooded figures wearing black robes dances and whirled in the firelight. Then I felt pain. My hands were tied above my head, and when I looked up, I saw the rope looped over a tree branch. I looked down at my bare feet, tied to the ground, my bare legs spread wide, and I realized I’d been stripped naked.
I heard screaming in the woods and the echo told me those screams were mine.
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Soliel De Bella is a student of the Universe and enjoys Astrology in her spare time. Being a Scorpio, sexuality is a big part of her internal makeup, as well as anything considered taboo.  She loves to entertain her creative side by writing Erotica and indulging in all aspects of sexual desire and fulfillment. Soliel invites you into her carnal world where you’ll strip off the masks you wear in society to fully expose yourself to the sensuality burning inside your soul.

Originally from the rugged “Big Sky Country” of Montana, Soliel now resides in Chicago with her family.

 
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#MasturbationMonday -Follow The Protocol #BDSM

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Early Moan Day Protocol can be surprisingly sexy when done right… or not? Have a dose of teasing pleasure before you head back to real life.

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Lina squeezed her eyes and took a deep breath before she pulled my zipper down. The relief after the painful day overwhelmed me and I let out a sigh of contentment. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and pulled it out of my boxers. She gritted her teeth and held the shaft in hand a little longer than necessary but finally let go and looked at me with anxiety.
“Good enough?” Lina breathed out and closed her eyes as my nail ran down the entire length of her pounding pink clit.
“Perfect, pet, but you still need to learn the protocol. You’ll get in trouble a lot more often if you don’t start calling me Sir.”
Lina sighed with exasperation and pressed her hands to her bare thighs.
“I’m true to my word, though.” With those words, I knelt in front of her. She blinked in
surprise as if she didn’t expect we’d ever swap positions. I smiled at her as I pressed my lips to her pussy and kissed it. “Raise your arms above your head and press them against the glass. Keep them in the exact same position. Do you understand, pet?”
“Y-yes.” She obeyed and parted her legs a bit wider. “Please… Sir.” It was clear she uttered the honorific with great displeasure but it was a start.
“I’ll eat you out now.” My hands ran down the backs of her thighs and raised her upper body so I’d have full access to her tasty pussy. “But don’t make a sound or I’ll stop.”

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Review: Big Flipping Deal by Ian Saul Whitcomb

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Author: Ian Saul Whitcomb

Genre: Erotic Romance, Humor

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My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: When the sweet little old lady down the road dies and leaves Nick half ownership of her house, he really has no idea what he’s getting into. His co-owner, Lindsey, gives every appearance of being Nick’s dream girl… smart, talented, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous.

But Lindsey has a secret.

And when Nick finds out, his fantasies of dream-girl romance get turned upside-down.

He’s already signed on to remodel the house with Lindsey and flip it for a big profit. They’re going to be in constant, almost daily contact. She’s absolutely perfect in every way but one. Only that one is a doozy.

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