Review: Lost and Bound (The Dream Dominant Collection Book 2) by Pandora Spocks

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Author: Pandora Spocks

Genre: BDSM, Erotic Romance

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My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.
When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks. There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.
Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that. He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.
Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?
Lost & Bound is part of Pandora Spocks’ Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship. It is intended for mature audiences.

Review: I’ve read everything Pandora Spocks has written and published ever since Luke and Bella. Her work is getting better with each next novel, her style is just as smart and sexy, with a solid dose of romance, adventure, action and sensual kink. She has the ability to create well-rounded, lovable characters of both genders, no matter if they are her protagonists or the secondary players in her stories. The world in which she sets her plots is always well-constructed and with vivid descriptions that allow us to truly get lost in her tale.

One of my favorite BDSM plot lines/situations/themes involves the bratty, arrogant young woman getting knocked down a few pegs and learning more about herself through submission and humility. However, Shasta Pyke, the kickass redhead of the story, a spoiled Hollywood child star and a ‘kitten’ in need of proper taming, turned out to be a lot more than that. She was a merciless tease, not hesitating to use her beauty and charm to her advantage. However, she was also an insecure little girl under her sophisticated ‘armor’ whose strange life of early fame and money left her lost and confused about who she was. The personal drama that pushed her fiery temper and was the reason for Shasta’s brush with the law, the guilt she’s been carrying inside her brought another layer of complexity to her character. Usually, whenever I read an erotic romance with BDSM themes I really hate it when the Dom in the story instantly assumes that the heroine is a submissive. Still, it was done very well in here as it was clear that Shasta could use some guidance and a firm hand that was always missing in her life.

Blake, the bush pilot and ‘mountain’ man, the ‘Daddy’ to her ‘kitten’, has excellent observation skills and powerful intuition. I could buy it that he saw through her act and recognize her vulnerable nature beneath the tough act and flirty starlet attitude. Still, he wasn’t overly arrogant about it and didn’t accept Shasta’s being ‘a natural sub’ as if it was a sure thing. At first, I thought his character would be the ultimate cliché of a macho man living by his own rules. From the very first scene with him, we get to know him as a strong but caring, sensitive soul longing for a very specific kind of connection with the woman by his side. As the blurb stated he was no stranger to tragedy but that didn’t make him cold, hateful or overly cynical. Another thing I really loved was that he and his friend/mentor Scott were regular attendants of BDSM clubs and yet there was none of the usual “I’m using kink play to escape true intimacy and just use women to fill the black hole in me” kind of nonsense. He was a man without commitment issues who was simply exploring his sexuality while looking for his match.

I wasn’t sure how those two would end up together, at times it seemed like an impossible affair. Still, Ms. Spocks worked her magic and made their relationship progress in a really natural way. By the middle of the novel, I was really rooting for Shasta and Blake to stay together. They were completing each other in a perfect way in spite the differences in their lifestyle and proved to be exactly what they needed in spite of the obstacles. Their lovemaking was truly a thing of beauty. Speaking of that, I really loved the sex scenes and the fact that Pandora added more kink and more various play and tools to Shasta and Blake’s scenes. Even if I’m a fan of her writing and enjoyed Luke and Bella I felt that the kink and BDSM themes were way too light. I love her progress in Lost and Bound and how much more adventurous the two characters are. Perhaps the only thing that irked me is the ‘Daddy’ part of the Dom Daddy/Little Girl but that is entirely personal preference. There was nothing even remotely incestuous about their relationship.

I thoroughly enjoyed the book, the emotional and sexual development, the characters, the gorgeous landscapes and the resolution that worked out for the best for everyone involved. If you want a feel good, intelligent and beautifully written story of kink and romance, Pandora Spocks is a great choice. Five Bound Stars.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Juliette Banks and The Russian Bride

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It’s Tuesday and I have another hot upcoming release for you. The wonderful erotic romance writer Rachel de Vine, known also as Juliette Banks, has written a hot BDSM erotic romance entitled the Russian Bride that will go live tomorrow, on March 8th, so get prepared to one click. You can check out Juliette’s Amazon page and get ready with some of her smoking teasers. Meanwhile, you can check out her other titles as Rachel and Juliette.

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

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There was the sound of voices at the door, and Grigory and the minister entered the room. Viktor stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

“Minister, how good to see you again.”

The minister smiled and shook his hand.

“Likewise, Viktor. And I think, under these circumstances, you might call me Mikhail, don’t you think? It’s much more friendly.”

Viktor was all for maintaining friendly connections and readily agreed to first name terms. He turned to Natasha.

“Come here, my dear, and say hello to the minister.”

Natasha walked the two steps to their side and smiled shyly at the minister.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Good evening, Natasha. My, you are looking exceedingly pretty tonight.” He turned to take the shot of vodka that was offered to him, before turning back to her.

“Shall we sit down? You can sit on my knee and we can get to know each other, shall we?” Natasha did as she was told and waited until the minister was comfortable in the large armchair, before sitting down on his lap. As she did so her dress rode up her leg and revealed a stocking top. The minister stroked her leg.

“Ah, I do so love a shapely leg encased in stockings. Have you put these on for my benefit? I do hope so. Have you put them on to tantalise and tease me, young woman. Because if so I might have to spank that bottom of yours for being such a temptress.”

Natasha smiled, tentatively, partly with nerves, and partly because of the tingle she had just felt between her legs. The minister continued talking. He wasn’t really expecting a response from the girl on his lap.

“I would enjoy spanking your little bottom. It looks quite a pert one to me, although I would have to examine it in more detail to be sure. Tell me, Natasha, do you enjoy having your bottom spanked?”

Natasha spoke quietly. “Y…yes, sir, sometimes.”

“Only sometimes. When do you not enjoy it then?”

“When it is too hard, sir.”

“I see. So your Master has to punish you sometimes for being naughty, does he?”

“Y…yes, sir, sometimes.”

“And does he just use his hand when he spanks you?”

“No, sir. Sometimes he uses his belt, or my hairbrush.”

The minister continued to talk to the pretty girl on his lap. Already the talk of spanking had hardened him considerably, and he was looking forward to putting her over his knee. In the meantime, he chatted easily with Viktor, while his hand began massaging Natasha’s breasts through her dress.

“I have been thinking about your business plan, Viktor, and I am pleased to say that I have decided to accept it. I think I can have an agreement drawn up next week, if that is satisfactory for you?”

“Thank you, Mikhail, I’m very pleased to hear that. I think that Natasha will be pleased too, won’t you, my dear.”

Natasha took her cue and spoke softly to the man on whose knee she was sitting. “Would you like to spank me, sir? I would very much like it if you did.”

“Would you like to spank me, sir? I would very much like it if you did.”

“Why, I think I would. Why don’t we get you out of this dress?” He lifted her off his lap and began to lift up her dress from the bottom. Viktor came over to assist.

“Please allow me, Mikhail.” Between them they lifted the dress over Natasha’s head, to leave her standing in her new and very sexy underwear.

“My, that is a very appealing sight. Why don’t you walk a few feet over there and then walk back, so that I can appreciate it properly.” She did as he asked. As she returned, he held out his arms and pulled her between his legs, and ran the palm of his hands down from her bottom to the back of her knees. He looked her directly in the eye, and Natasha could see the naked lust reflected back at her. He placed both hands on her buttocks and squeezed a handful of flesh with each one.

“Why don’t you lie over my lap, Natasha, so I can get a better look at you.”

She leaned obediently across his lap, her feet just touching the floor on one side, but not quite able to reach the floor with her hands. The minister let out a sigh as he anticipated the pleasure to come. Lifting his right hand, and pressing his left into the small of her back, he began to spank her bare cheeks, softly at first, but then with increased vigour. A look of pleasure came over his face. He had clearly been looking forward to this evening.

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His breath was hot against the back of her neck, as he stood as close as he could without actually touching her. He ran his finger lightly across her naked shoulder and up her arm that was suspended above her body and it made her shiver. Her skin was damp with sweat, even though the room was not excessively hot. But he was not done with her yet. He whispered into her ear.

“Now, as I promised you my darling, I will use the strap before I fuck you. It is a while since you felt the licks of a leather strap, isn’t it?”

Her reply was also in a whisper, as though she was afraid to break the spell between them.

“Yes, Sir. It’s been a long time.”

He stepped away from her and she heard the familiar sound of the strap as it whistled through the air in a practice stroke. He had warmed her with the flogger on her back and buttocks, but she knew that the strap would be more severe. Nevertheless, she craved the feeling as it whistled down and thrashed across her buttocks, the sting of the immediate pain soon turning to pleasure as she absorbed what he administered with great skill. He knew exactly what she needed, exactly how far to take her. She always craved the intense pleasure she got from him, the man who had made her live again, the man who had helped her to love again, the man who had made her feel again.

“I think ten with the strap, precious, don’t you? That should warm you up nicely.”

“Yes, Sir. I think that ten would be good.”

He began.

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ABOUT JULIETTE BANKS

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This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.

When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.

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#MasturbationMonday – Out Of This World #BDSM

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Happy Monday again, fellow pervs! The last two weeks drained me but I’m back on track. What better way to get some energy back in my system than some self-care.

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“Now you will suck me and you won’t stop until you make me cum. You’ll swallow everything.”

I expected she’d put up a fight and try to escape my grasp. However, Sage took on the task with enthusiasm, passion and amazing attention to detail when she sucked on my fat tip, covering it in saliva. My fingers stayed in her hair, caressing it as she worked her magic and bobbed her head up and down, smearing her pretty lips with precum.

“That’s a very good girl.” I tossed my head back and moaned, gyrating my hips so Sage would suck more of my shaft. The instinct urged me to fuck her throat without regards for her pleasure but she was too damned good with her mouth and I wanted to let her do all her tricks. “You know, from the moment I met you I somehow knew your mouth would feel awesome. I was wrong.” When she blinked and licked my underside I grinned at her and growled, grasping her hair in a more aggressive way. “It’s fucking out of this world. Keep sucking, pet.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Christina Mandara And The Velvet Chair

tuesdayGood morning everyone and have a happy Valentine’s Day if you celebrate it. One of the things that annoy me most about the traditional happily ever after is that it always has to be about marriage. To be more precise, wedding. As if that is the happiest point in anyone’s life. So, it’s a great pleasure to invite as my guest the lovely Christina Mandara and her latest novel, The Velvet Chair. In her world wedding is not the end, it’s simply the beginning of what promises to be one helluva twisted fun. Join Mark Matthews and Jennifer Redcliff down the aisle and prepare for all the wicked things he’d do to his bride. If you’re bold and daring enough you might even join Ms. Mandara’s giveaway competition so you’d get a chance to win some delicious prizes.

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

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My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

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Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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Valentine’s Day Sale: F**k The Roses, Send Me The Thorns

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Don’t let Valentine’s Day scare or depress you. Celebrate it by loving yourself, if you will, and indulge in a favorite pleasure of yours. Pour yourself a glass of whiskey, take an unexpected trip, get yourself a sex toy or a piece of lingerie you’ve wanted for ages. Make it special, with or without a significant other. If you feel in a spicy mood and you prefer your flowers with thorns, have an erotic book. These three titles will be sold at a discount price of .99cents from Feb 13th to Feb 17th.

If you enjoy your erotic stories with a heavy side of spanking, bondage and steamy, dark sex sessions then maybe these books will be right up your street. Do you dare to have a taste?

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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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“What dirty secrets?” The pain in my breast was acute and throbbing, even with the comfort of his tender tongue.
Thomas placed his hand on my inner thigh and dipped his fingers in the thick film of sweat and pussy juices covering my skin.
“Mmm, I don’t know, boss. I remember this one time we had a boardroom meeting.” When he continued speaking, my fingers twitched. Thomas noticed and immediately slapped my wrist. The impact was not as strong as the bite but still enough to draw my attention. “So, there you were, preparing the last details of the presentation. You were breathing hard, like a woman who was just fucked.” Thomas speared his fingers in front of my face to show the glistening juices running down his knuckles. “I already knew you well enough. You were never shy or nervous at all about pitching your ideas. You had received your nicotine fix. Besides, I could smell you so clearly…” He brought his fingers closer to my lips so I could smell my own spicy fluids. “You were horny, weren’t you? Like a bitch in heat. If only you’d been honest back then I would have taken care of you.”
“These are all speculations, Thomas.” Why did he have to be so observant? The thought he
had known all these years embarrassed me but it also thrilled me.
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THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER

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Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

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It was time to finally reveal my cards and stop playing softly with her. Without saying
another word I fisted her hair and yanked it back so hard she actually screamed in pain. I laid her down on the chair and inclined her so that our faces were touching. My body had her pinned, leaving her with no options to escape. Sage moaned in surprise but didn’t raise her hands again, letting me win while she was stuck, panting and slowly losing the game. Her skin was getting hotter with each minute. For the first time since I’ve known her, Sage looked frightened and aroused at the same time, a combination that always made me rock hard.
“Do you really think one minute in your pussy could make it up for all the trouble and
grief I had when dealing with you, little brat?” She raised her legs and dug the heels of her boots in the leather, trying desperately to keep control and failing miserably. I yanked her hair again so hard that the skin at the root of her hair went red with the intensity of the pull. She was still shell shocked with my sudden aggression and laid beneath me, panting, with her pupils slowly dilating.
Sage was right where I wanted her to be.

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Stroker Ace: A Kinky Fairytale

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“So… we have general bitchiness, bad personality, and self-denial. You’re in for some punishment tonight, sweetheart. We will start with good old spanking. Climb on my lap so I can show him how you long to be disciplined. Twenty smacks.”
Annabelle is a lady, intelligent, classy and sexually repressed. After a night of drunken oblivion, she submits both to her dominant husband Evan and her own filthy, hidden desires. Little had Evan suspected what a wild and dirty yet obedient pet his wife could be.

A year later their once perfect marriage is on the verge of falling apart. He must deal with her angry accusations and hostile attitude. She has a hard time admitting her submissive nature and frequently lashes out at him out of guilt and shame.

Enters Kitty, a mysterious, charismatic woman armed with a deck of cards, steely dominance and a bag of sex toys. What happens when Evan and Annabelle are faced with her dark game of seduction?

Will Evan hold back his urges? Will Annabelle still be her proud and arrogant self when she gets subjected to stern discipline and humiliating play under Kitty’s thumb? Will their marriage be completely destroyed or reinforced by another night of indulging their kinky side?

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Annabelle froze at her spot and gulped heavily trying to find the voice of reason. It told her
she could have gotten away with one simple “red”. Just one word and the humiliation would be through.
She crawled to Kitty’s chair and carefully pushed her small body up so she would lie on top
of her legs. Evan pulled his chair aside so that his wife’s face was facing the bulge in his pants. She pressed her tits to Kitty’s gathered legs and rested trying to calm her breathing. The velveteen fingers that ran over her exposed butt cheeks were deceptively soft. Kitty squeezed her and pressed her long fingernails against the tight anal ring. Annabelle made a cute whimpering sound and gasped spreading her legs a little bit.

“So eager…” Kitty licked her lips and pressed the palm of her left hand to her pet’s neck. She raised her free hand and brought it down to Annabelle’s uplifted ass making her cry out as her flesh shivered with the sudden pain. Annabelle bit her tongue and breathed through the physical ache. To her utmost surprise, her body reacted so well to that cruel treatment. Before she could ponder any further her cheeks stung once more as Kitty followed the first smack with a harsher blow causing Annabelle to sob out loudly.
“Count, little girl. That was number two. You will count no matter what until we reach
twenty.”

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#SatSpanks – Teach Her Better Manners #BDSM

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Morning Spankos. Life is getting in the way and there are tons of things to do, finding a new job is a top priority so my current WIP is on hold but I’ll still be doing these bright spots of Saturday Spanking. I’ll be giving away some presents next week so stay tuned.

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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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When we got back to his house, I expected a cute, playful punishment. However, he was less than amused with my behavior and decided I needed to be taught good manners. Let’s just say I ended up crying after the brutal paddling my still bruised ass received. I wound up telling him I was so sorry and that I’d never do it again.
It wasn’t the type of pain that made me tingle with pleasure. Thomas got really rough on my ass cheeks, pretty much like when he caned me for the very first time. It would be a stretch to say I enjoyed the pain itself, but his steely dominance and lack of reluctance to put me in my place made me even wetter than I had been in the morning.
My punishment session ended with him fucking me on all fours as he was equally aroused by my teasing and tearful submission. It was amazing how each time was better than the last, and unlike my other relationships, I didn’t have to close my eyes and think hard in order to have an orgasm. On the contrary, my efforts were in not cumming before my Master allowed it.
When we both had our climax, we lay on the bed in an embrace, trying to calm down.
Thomas stroked my hair with affection and I whispered against his chest.
“You turned me into a nymphomaniac slut.”
“You always were one, boss.”

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#MasturbationMonday – The Slow Tease of Seduction #BDSM #PowerPlay

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Sometimes even the most innocent touch can make you throb in anticipation of what’s to follow… in the right circumstances. Have a lovely #MasturbationMonday and don’t forget to start the week with a dose of pleasure.

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Thomas didn’t say another word, just got up from his chair. He walked slowly around the
table, just like a lion preys on an antelope. His face was perfectly still, which drove me mad with apprehension. After taking his sweet time to circle the table, Thomas finally stopped behind me.

The room had gotten unnaturally quiet except for my loud breathing. I was clutching the
armrests of my chair for dear life. My heart was beating hard and I could feel a bad premonition forming. His fingers slid down my exposed neck and he traced its curve with a slow, sensual movement. It lasted only a short instant but the warmth spread down my skin. The next thing I knew, blood rushed to my nipples and the wetness against the silk of my panties caused me to shudder. Thomas moved his palms to my shoulders and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“You can leave whenever you want, Lina, if it becomes too much for you. I’d hate to put you through any real distress. But just so you know…” His warm breath on my skin nearly caused me to whimper. “I’d be very disappointed if you chose that path. You’re too strong to forfeit.”
Thomas pulled away from me and spoke again in the same even tone.
“Follow me. Bring your cigarettes with you.”

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#SatSpanks Trust, Punishment and Indulgence #BDSM Kitty’s Gift

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Good morning and may your weekend be filled with an even greater heat than the one you’ll find in #Saturday Spankings. We’re getting much closer to V-Day however, my little Christmas tale had some good moments in it so I thought I should give some more of its heat. It’s a short sequel of my first novella Stroker Ace but it can be read as a complete standalone.

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For you and your blushing bride.

I’m sure you have learned how to discipline her better and you often paddle her sexy, tight ass when she is being a brat. Tonight, I want you to push her limits. Order her to do something she’d be uncomfortable with, play with her soft limits. The red would look fantastic on her pale skin.

Do your worst.

Happy Yuletide Season, Evan, send my greetings to Annabelle.

Love,

Kitty

Evan and Annabelle are happier than ever, no matter that they both miss their kinky godmother. Kitty hasn’t forgotten them and two days before Christmas Eve they receive a mysterious package.

Annabelle has grown comfortable with her life as Evan’s submissive pet. But will she resist his command when he orders her to strip naked and kneel before him at their gallery after closing hours? How far will he take her training? Can she give into his wicked games and sexy discipline at her working place without losing herself?

Kitty’s apprentices are in for a night of spanking and kink they won’t forget.

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What else?”

Her body trembled and she stared at him with confusion, too lost in the physical sensations. Evan spanked her pussy with bare hand and rubbed his finger across her clit.

What else did you do, pet? Think.”

How was she supposed to think when her pussy was soaking his circling thumb?

Sir, please, I can’t…”

Why did you disobey me?” He repeated his earlier question and landed the paddle on her thigh, just below the curve of her ass.

I…” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trembling under his blows. “I didn’t trust your judgment, Sir. Please, forgive me.”

Now, that’s a good answer.” Annabelle moaned when he kissed her forehead and let go of her hair. “You must trust me to take care of your needs. When I tell you to get undressed you should do it without panicking. When you submit to me you submit with your body, heart, and trust. It won’t work if you are terrified and spiraling out of control.” With these words, he caressed her tender thighs and smacked her ass for the last time.

Yes, Sir, you’re right, I’ll trust you more… but please…”

He pulled her into his lap and let her rest her head against his chest. She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling how her anxieties were withdrawing for the first time that day.

There…” His hand smoothed the red, bruised skin of her ass that would soon turn to purple. “I’m proud of you, pet, you’re learning.” Then he turned her face to his and wiped the tears, along with her running mascara. “Now I want you to go down, press your cheek to the floor, spread your legs and raise your ass for me. Put your hands on your cheeks and part them well for me. Will you do that, Annabelle?”

His wife nodded and he kissed her affectionately, in such a contrast with the cruelty of his spanking and the way he bruised her skin. Annabelle smiled with more confidence and fulfilled his command, lowering herself on the ground, opening herself to him.

The cold lube made her cry out but she didn’t move an inch while Evan was slowly working her puckering anal hole. He pushed his finger inside her and caressed her pussy with the knuckles of his other hand. If he had done it earlier, before spanking her ass and helping her descend to subspace, his actions would embarrass her. Now Annabelle was simply giving in and letting him indulge her senses.

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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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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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