#SatSpanks I Can Take You To Dark Scary Places #BDSM

Morning to all lovers of spanking for discipline and fun. Have a little snippet of my sexy summer romance (Okay, okay, my sexy dub-con hardcore yet sweet summer romance).

Blurb:

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.

#SatSpanks teaser

“Sage. I’m not here to judge you.” In a rush of bravery, I kissed her cheek and withdrew
before she could react. “Just talk to me.”
“They’d say I was topping from the bottom and that I was a very bad submissive. Or that
they couldn’t handle my bratty ways.”
That was a huge red flag even if I couldn’t fully trust what someone from her past would
say. Sage was a total brat, that was easy to see. Perhaps taming her would be a hell of a difficult job, let alone trying a relationship with such a wild, unpredictable woman. It would be easier if I kept her on my list as another kinky friend with benefits.
I couldn’t do it, though. I knew what I wanted, and going back to my old ways was no
longer an option.
“Listen.” I brought my face closer to her and cupped her face. “What we did last night
was actually rather tame. You have no idea what I’m capable of once I really unleash myself. I can take you to such dark, scary places you’d be at risk of losing your sanity. Once we start the way you want to, there may never be a way back.” My lips brushed briefly against hers. “Safewords are also a way for me to keep myself under control. I am ready to give you what you crave but I want to know I can bring you back in one piece, that I wouldn’t break or damage you.”

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#MasturbationMonday – Out Of This World #BDSM

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.

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

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 13^th to Feb 17^th.

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?

UNORTHODOX THERAPY

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?

Teaser

“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.

THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER

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.

Teaser

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.

Stroker Ace: A Kinky Fairytale

“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?

Teaser

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

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.

“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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I Crave Your #Discipline In My Life #SatSpanks #BDSM

Hello there, spankos, and everyone who find their way to my depraved, little kingdom. I thought of treating you to a small piece of my Yuletide short story that is coming out next week focusing on some Christmas spanking and body harnesses. I’m at 1k of writing it and I  the weekend. Instead, enjoy that fresh burst of summer with The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo.

Blurb:

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.

Snippet: 

I ran my nails hard down her back and started spanking her ass with loud, hard cracks,
making it nice and red. My other hand had Sage by the throat, limiting the oxygen supply more. The pleasure of hearing her struggles matched perfectly the way her tight cunt felt around me. She was growing soft and a little limp in my arms so I gave her more air, even if I was not letting go of the strap.

Sage squeezed her tight fists and tossed her hair back, trying to look me in the eyes.
“I lied…” I raised my eyebrow at her, too lost in fucking and nearly strangling her to
fully comprehend her words. “No one ever fucked me in the ass before. I want you to be my first.”

That simple sentence knocked me down and I breathed hard, staring at her in disbelief.
The knowledge I could do something that sexual hellcat was naive and virginal about shot
through my cock just like the wand’s electricity, just like the tight embrace of her cleft around me.

“It’s time to correct that mistake, pet.” I hissed sinisterly and yanked her by the strap so
hard she coughed. Our lips crushed together in the same violent way. My mouth stole her breath and I grabbed the base of the butt plug deeply pushed inside her. She purred and closed her eyes using my moment of distraction to impale herself harder against me.

“Play with your clit piercing now. Keep pulling it and don’t forget what a bad girl you
are for lying to me. It won’t get unpunished.”

“I crave your discipline in my life.” She uttered as in a dream and placed her head on the
floor, breathless, with wide open eyes and black pupils.

I hope that little moment between my two messed up but charming in their own ways characters peaked your curiosity. You can buy the book here if you are in the mood for hot, sweaty summer nights in December.

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The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo LIVE on Amazon

Amazon turned out to be surprisingly quick and they didn’t require any goat sacrifices to make my little cute novella go live. You can purchase it or read it for free if you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber on myBook.to/PhoenixTattooSummer. If you have a thing for dirty, hardcore stories mixed with second chance romance and a happy ending, you may enjoy this one… and decide if you want to go through the rest of the seasons with Paul and Sage. It will be a rough, emotional roller coaster. Meanwhile, enjoy the sweetness of forbidden fruit and unexpected summer love.

Blurb

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.

Excerpt

The moment we entered my spacious room Sage placed the toolbox with her equipment on the bedside table and turned to me.

“Take off all your clothes.”

I blinked in bewilderment.

“I… what?” I took a step back and pushed my hands deep into the pocket of my suit jacket. “Sage, I don’t know…”

“I plan to tattoo a very small phoenix on your lower abdomen, really low. A sort of signature.” She smiled coldly and crossed her arms before her chest while checking me out. “I don’t want any clothes getting in the way.”

“I… is that even a legit tattoo practice?” I felt the redness creep up my neck and breathed out. My cock has been semi-erect the whole evening just from being close to her. There was no doubt what undressing for Sage would do to me. I couldn’t live with such a shame and humiliation.

“You said it yourself, Paul.” She shrugged and removed the shawl from her shoulders, tossing it on a nearby chair. “I blackmailed you. So do as I say because, if you remember, I won our bet fair and square. Be a man and keep your end of the deal. Or what? You have some pathetic small cock and you are afraid I’d make fun of you?”

That was probably the first time in my life I was pressed in the corner, knocked down several pegs by the most unexpected rival. There was nothing I could say to her word and no way to make it out of the situation without looking like a coward. I swallowed again and looked down, knowing that no matter what happened from this point on she had won.

I avoided her eyes while I was taking my suit jacket and dress shirt off. At least when it came to physique I had nothing to be ashamed of. My body was far from that of an athletic god but I had strong, lean legs and arms and well-developed chest. School work and mental development were my top priorities but I was also an active runner and swimmer. In that moment while I was disrobing in front of Sage I was grateful in spending enough time on physical exercises and keeping up in good shape.

Not that she showed in any way if she was impressed. She stood there staring at me with an unreadable expression and her arms still crossed, watching me like an object. After I kicked off my shoes and suit pants I felt the rush of sudden, virginal shyness. No other woman in my adult life had seen me fully naked and that increased the sense of vulnerability growing at the pit of my stomach. I ran my hand over the bulge in my boxers, hesitating before I pulled them down. It would be different if Sage was also taking her clothes off; it would put us on equal foot. The fact that I was nearly in my birthday suit while she remained in her gorgeous dress, almost regal and authoritative, kicked the power play to a whole new level.

“Please, do I have to…” I sounded pathetic with my low, whimpering voice and the redness heating my entire face. It was impossible to see myself but I felt it so intensely as if my skin was burned.

“Paul, I don’t have the entire night.” She cut me off and knelt next to the bedside table to prepare her equipment. “I want you fully naked.”

I bit my tongue and breathed in, trying to find courage in that utter humiliation. By that time I was already fully hard and the head of my cock was oozing heavy precum down the shaft. It was supposed to be the most erotic and sensual moment in my life. Instead, I was choked with shame, pride, and fear and I could no longer deny my lust for her.

After what seemed like an eternity I pulled my boxers down, letting my erect member spring out. I shut my eyes and kicked the useless underwear aside. Sage reacted in such a chill way at the sight of my fat shaft and purple head as if she was seeing men getting hard for her every day. She was as cold and clinical as a nurse with long years of experience.

What was happening with me? I always had such a perfect control over my emotions, why couldn’t I shut myself off right now?

“Good.” She said and nodded in the direction of the bed. “Lie down and try to relax. I’ll be as quick as possible.” Sage had already set up her tattoo machine while I was fumbling with my clothes.

I didn’t want to relax. I wanted to go to her, take the machine out of her hand and turn it off. Then I’d kiss her with as much tenderness as possible and beg her to spare me that agony, to forget about our stupid bet. We could have one beautiful first and last time together, to get to know our bodies, to share our passion. I didn’t need ink to know that strange girl had left her mark on my lifeline.

Instead, I just followed her orders and went to the bed with shaking legs and throbbing cock. My eyes were getting moist with excitement, grief, and horror. Sage didn’t change her expression the whole time as she positioned herself on her knees, next to the table where her ink was. Even if kneeling implied submission there was no doubt who was the one holding the power at that moment.

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Teaser of The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo: Summer

Tonight I finally hit the publish button. It is soon going live if the gods of the Amazon are merciful enough so I’d like to tease your imagination a little. Subscribe to my mailing list if you want to be the first who’d learn when the story is live and available for order.

“You know… you almost gave me a tattoo machine fetish back then.” I explained to her matter of factly as I squatted next to the briefcase. “Sometimes I still get hard whenever I see someone getting tattooed. That stinging sensation…” I grinned at her and pulled the new violet wand I bought a few weeks ago. Little did I know back then how soon I’d get to use it. “I think it is fair to give you a similar sensation.” The electrode I planned to use on her was a lot smaller than the plasma balls I had a soft spot for. This one was in the form of a long, glass tube that curved at the end, with a mushroom head. “You ever tried some of these?” I dangled the device by its cable it in front of her eyes the same way she did with my car keys back then. She shook her head and paled a little, biting her lips with fear in her eyes. “No worries, pet, you’ll love it. It’s a shame no one used it on you, with how sensitive you are.” After some hesitation, I also picked up my favorite Wartenberg pinwheel and stuffed it in my pocket, out of her sight.

“I… Please, use it on me.”

“Good girl.” I stroked her hair and plugged the cord into the outlet under her tattoo chair. The glass tube slowly heated up under Sage’s amazed eyes and she swallowed. Then she licked her lips and watched the pale blue light inside the glass, with fear and curiosity but not revulsion. I had no idea whether that was Sage’s first brush with kink but that woman was fucking natural.

Without giving her any warning I pulled my still hard cock out and put it back between her lips.

“Suck me real slow while I test it on you. We’ll do some slow direct touch. Don’t you dare hurry up too much, let alone take me deep down your throat or I’ll punish you. Trust me, I have no problem doing things you can’t handle. Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

I had to bite my tongue to correct her and make her refer to me as Master. But I couldn’t get her to attach to me or start thinking she was my sub. For a moment the temptation was so strong it choked me, just like those words I never told her during that night. Calling her “pet” was bad enough and probably my worst fuck up for the entire evening.

I moaned slightly while Sage served my cock with her soft, loving licks, smooching the tip and running her tongue all around it. It was time to taste if she was ready for some serious play. The butt plug was nestled nicely inside her tight ass and her pierced clit was swollen and dripping juices. I grinned again and placed the tip of the tube against her left nipple, red and swollen from my rough treatment earlier.

Sage whimpered as the electrical sparkles licked her skin and made her body tense. I ran the wand between her breasts, holding its plastic container tight while my cock was bathed by her talented mouth.

“It feels so good…” She whispered against my engorged head and kept sucking it. I hissed and kept the device longer on her other nipple, enjoying the vibrations of her smooth skin. My action coaxed another, a longer cry of pleasure and intensity out of her.

“And if you only knew how good it would feel on your clit piercing. I’m not sure you can handle it, though. Let’s see.” In response Sage sucked me harder and ran her teeth against the mushroom of my cock, nibbling it very lightly. I chuckled and ran the wand against her mound, right over the landing strip of trimmed jet black hair. “Bad girl. Using teeth already? I’d have to break you out of that habit… or encourage it.”

Her pupils dilated when the smooth surface of my device slid against the hoop of her piercing. The scream died in her throat as I used the perfect moment to ram my shaft deep and rough in her mouth. The beautiful violet sparkles were flying off the metal on her vulnerable flesh. Sage looked as if she was being electrocuted in that moment, writhing on the chair, rolling her eyes and trying to escape from the powerful charge. She was crying hard against my cock that was killing all her protests and groans. I held her hair with one hand and proceeded to facefuck her. I was curious to see how long she’d last with the violet wand right on her clit, the metal conducting electricity to her most intimate zones. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her pussy was leaking with juices that streamed at the base of the butt plug.

By that point, her poor tortured clit became way too red and sensitive so I withdrew the wand but didn’t stop fucking her mouth. The way her pussy lips quivered with the remaining effects of electricity made me horny like a beast and I went savage on her until her tits were fully covered in overflowing, slick spit.

I reached out to spank her pussy and as I expected my palm was instantly coated with such a thick and creamy secretion I knew Sage wouldn’t last very long. But where was the fun in not punishing the bad girl for being so insatiable?

An Exclusive Excerpt of The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo: Summer

The rough draft of that first novella of my upcoming Sage Phoenix series is finally  finished. The expected date of release is either August 22nd or August 23d. Meanwhile, here is a little teaser. It’s not edited yet.

Blurb:

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.

Excerpt:

“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.

Finally, my little victim found her voice and uttered in a last attempt to win through her seductive purr.

“It would have lasted a lot longer if you had lasted too, Paul. It’s not my fault you came so quickly.” The smile on her face was just as wicked as always but Sage was slowly unraveling. Her lips were wide open for a kiss, her nipples were hard as pebbles and she was raising her hips to grind them against my crotch. Probably without even realizing it.

Perfect.

She probably didn’t see it coming, that would explain the loud gasp of protest as I crushed my lips against her, bit them to the bleeding point and forced her to open her mouth. Her moans were muffled as I pushed my tongue in and rubbed it against hers. Sage struggled and writhed under me but wasn’t trying even a bit hard enough to release herself. My hands found themselves on her soft, pulsing throat and I thrust my fingers in the back of her soft neck until she screamed. I was bruising her delicate skin. It would take just a bit more to crush her completely, break her windpipe and catch the last breaths of her life. Instead, I grasped her hard enough to hurt and bruise her but I was merely depriving her of air, controlling how much she’d get as I was devouring her, sating my hunger for the taste of an untamed, captivating creature. All her sounds were drowned by my rough, violent kiss. At first, she responded with the same painful lust by sinking her teeth in my tongue and fighting for control. The lack of oxygen and my power over her took their toll and I quickly assumed the top position.

She tasted just like I always thought, sweet and spicy. The mild taste of whiskey on her tongue just made me go wilder and kiss her in a more ferocious way, nearly tearing pieces of her flesh in the process. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and breathed some air in, thrilled to be literally necessary for her survival.

When Sage started growing weak in my arms I hurried to remove my fingers of her neck and slid them down her firm breasts. It amazed me how hard her nipples were, truly like two little stones that I’d soon torture, just like the rest of her sensual body. That little witch would better know from now she wouldn’t have any say in what would happen to her, that I’d have no qualms in taking her and treating her like my own private toy. She’d by my whore tonight.

I played with her painfully sensitive tits and drank in what I’ve longed for years. Then, with one smooth and precise movement I ripped her tank top open, shredding it to stripes of ruined fabric. The kiss had made me dizzy as well so that was the perfect moment to release her luscious, roughened and bleeding lips and let her scream out as I was ripping apart her flimsy outfit, turning it into a rag. Sage moaned and reached for her mouth, gasping in despair as I left her naked from the waist above, with her bare breasts completely vulnerable.

Clearly Little Miss Adventurous didn’t like it that much when the tables were turned on her. Or did she? Her eyes, goose-prickled skin, gyrating hips and aroused breasts showed she was horny as hell, weakened and getting needier by the minute.

“Paul, what are you doing?” Sage moaned out in confusion.

In response, I simply slapped her breast and pinched her nipples until some tears ran down her face. There was a rough, red bruise forming on her neck where I had been choking her. Good. I wanted to leave marks on her so she’d stare at herself for at least a week in the mirror, touching her skin, unable to let go of my face in her mind. Sage was moaning out loud when I brushed her nipple and squeezed it so tight it instantly turned bright pink. I made sure that all the blood gathered at that tender tipping point before I struck it with my free hand.

“Paul…”

“You are a very, very bad girl, Sage Phoenix, a bad woman who goes around in those barely there tops, teasing men with her perfect tits and nipples.” I tutted and slapped her cheek gently, in a ridiculous tender manner in comparison with how I was roughing up the soft bud of her nipple, sinking my nails into it and making her cry. “You never learned that grown up women don’t flaunt their tits for the whole world to see. You were supposed to have matured by now but you are still the same brat, aren’t you?”

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Blurb and Cover Reveal – The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo #NSFW

Dear fans [if you are somewhere out there],

Being the classical masochist that I am I decided that apart from the rest of my projects I will write a sexy summer novella. The attendants of my official book launch party that celebrated the launch of Unorthodox Therapy voted between three plot lines and the choice fell upon this one. It’s a new adult/erotic romance but if you think that I’ll be presenting you a vanilla ice-cream of a story you’re deadly wrong. You get all my trademark hardcore BDSM with a little bit of this

and also some of this ,

with a sprinkle of that 

and some experiment with breath play.

 

 

That is combined with my usual dirty talk, spanking, orgasm denial and plenty of filthy love between two highly flawed individuals. The other news is that this is not the end. Both Paul and Sage, my new less than an ordinary couple, are way too interesting to close them within one season. So prepare for four novellas, each of which is dedicated to a separate stage or season in their relationship. They will be rather different in terms of lightness of the plot and kink so prepare for surprises. And yes, you happiness lovers. There will be a HEA. Maybe. If you are nice enough and feed that authoress with many reviews she may be merciful. Also, you should know you can never expect me to jump straight for the sex in my longer works.

Without further ado, I present the stage of sweet and kinky summer love. The Brat With the Phoenix Tattoo: Summer comes out on August 15th.

Blurb: 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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And since I’m a kind soul I will also give you some teasers.

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Somewhere, in the deep sordid recesses of my mind, they’d surrender the moment their eyes would fall on the briefcase’s content. The blonde would smirk at me and press the stop button while the girl with the ginger locks would reach out for the steel circles of the cuffs. She’d drop down on her perfect knees wrapped in silk stockings and open those pretty lips for me, in expectation, nervous but willing to do whatever it takes to please me. The statuesque blonde with striking blue eyes would soon follow her friend and kneel, unzipping my pants, with the same expression of a compliant girl who wants to give ecstasy to her Master. The two ladies would spend a long time fighting for my cock, licking and sucking, tracing their tongues down my oozing tip as I smoothed their hair and congratulate them on what good little sluts they were…

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I hope that I’d find the empty shell, doll-like expression of a woman too stupid to live, a slave of her own body and passions, lacking any soul. What I see completely sweeps me away. That green, seductive fire and her beautiful smile make her absolutely radiant, regardless of her slut outfit and trashy makeup. The raw energy of an untamed tiger, her scent and the natural grace that show beneath the exterior melt my defenses. I bite my tongue and grip one of the pens I have in front of me to get some control over the powerful physical reaction she provokes. 

I hate girls like Sage. I really do. I’d never touch her or show her any weakness.

But right then, in that moment as we’re finally up close and personal, I realize with utter horror that I want her.