This time I’m sharing an unedited excerpt from my upcoming 1Night Stand, Menage Bound.

Siddella, a tired corporate executive needs a break from the hectic work life she leads.  She wouldn’t mind if that break came in the form of two hunky dominant males.   Jason and Chase have had trouble finding a woman who could accept them and their penchant for kink.

Excerpt:

Grabbing her purse, Siddella pulled out her wallet and slid her ID and a credit card into a back pocket along with the room key.  She hoped it wouldn’t be needed later.

Tossing the bag on the bed, she walked towards the door and stopped in front of the mirror.  She did a complete 360 turn, admiring her curves and the casual yet seductive look she hoped she pulled off.

Then, out the door she went.

Scanning the dense crowd, Siddella spotted two very tall, very handsome gentlemen waiting at a table, cigars in hand.

One stood casually, leaning forward, his broad shoulders filling the space between him and the other man.  Short dark hair curled in a neat cut.   Tanned skin suggested a Latino heritage.  The suit he wore seemed to leave nothing to the imagination and the boots completed the look.

She swore she came right there at the sight of him.

His partner leaned back and looked somewhat tense but he wore it well.  Long blonde hair cascaded down over an equally impressive physique though he appeared to be somewhat smaller in stature.

Sea blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Neither had seen her yet.  Good.

She could still back out.

Her nipples pocked beneath the shirt and forced the urge to cover up to the front of her mind.

Mentally, she slapped herself.  This could be it.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and strode towards the two men.  Cigar smoke hung over their heads, sweetening the stale Vegas air.

“Hi.”

The one with his back turned to her spun around and locked gazes with her.

The blonde’s eyes pinned her in place.  “Hi.  You must be…”

Her tongue snaked out and wet her bottom lip.  The cool air with which both men carried themselves hung in the air like a prominent force.

Power emanated from the blonde.  Control, from the dark haired male.

Realization hit her.

These two were the real deal.

Her mouth suddenly went dry.

Dark haired man extended an arm, slid a chair out from beneath the table.  “You should sit with us.  My name is Jason.  This,” he waved a hand at his partner, “is Chase.”

“I’m Siddella,’ Heat crept up her cheeks.  She had to look up to see how tall both men were even though they sat and commanded their surroundings, rather than the other way around.  She slid into the chair and set her hands on the table.  Jason’s eyes gleamed with intense lust, black eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Chase’s silk shirt complimented the depth of color in his eyes while offsetting the tone of his fair skin.  She liked the look, it soothed her knowing someone else had fair skin like hers.

A waitress came over with two bourbons.  “What will the lady be having?”

“Scotch.”  Siddella couldn’t quite find her voice.

“Very well ma’am.  Neat?”

Two sets of eyes roamed over her body, flustering her further.  Her blood began to boil with arousal.  Liquid flooded her core.  “Yes.  Eighteen year if you have it.”

“Of course.” She trotted away, but not before eyeing the two sitting with Siddella.

“So, Madame Eve’s quite a woman,” Chase spoke first, waving his cigar back.

A brow arched.  “Madame Eve?”

“Yes, she’s the one who picked the three of us for this.”

“Hm,” Siddella received her drink a moment later, picked it up and lifted it in toast, “So she’s responsible for…”

“Exactly,” Jason leaned in.  “She’s a wise woman I understand.  Even if she’s a little…unique.”

Nodding, Siddella took a sip of her scotch.  “I had no idea this service was run by a woman.”

“I’m somewhat familiar with the man who owns this hotel and he tells me in little bits here and there about 1Night Stand.  Not much to say really.  We did the paperwork, submitted it and here we are, a few hours later.”

She whistled, “That was fast.  I did mine earlier.  You know–”

Jason held a hand up.  “Before we all turn into nervous chatterboxes,” he motioned with his cigar at Chase, “Why don’t we toast to this harmonious, potentially euphonious experience, then adjourn to a better local.”

Hand shaking, Siddella brought her glass to the center of the table. “What did you have in mind?”

Chase leaned in, clinking his glass against Jason’s, then against Siddella’s.  “We’ve set up something up in the penthouse suite.”

Siddella managed to swallow the lump in her throat and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.  The rich scent of cigar smoke, combined with the spiciness from Jason’s bourbon tickled her nose.  She leaned in a little closer, “Sounds fancy,” she held her glass up still, “So shall we toast?”

Chase winked, “A new beginning?”

Jason’s glass knocked gently against Siddella’s, then Chase’s.  “A new relationship.”

Both men seemed a little uncertain about what to toast.  Siddella met Jason’s gaze first, stared deep into those dark depths.  Kindness along with the embers of lust burned in his eyes.

Moving to Chase, she studied him only for a second longer than Jason. Chase’s eyes held a tranquil sway that screamed his desire to be trusted and do the right thing.  Deep passion twinkled in deep sea blue eyes.  She could go with them.  She’d at least be safe.

“Acceptance.  To full acceptance, boys.”

For a second, Jason seemed to hesitate as did Chase.

Then they brought their glasses together in one swift motion, before all three of them took long sips.

Siddella enjoyed the burn of the 18 year old scotch, letting the smoothness coat her tongue the way one of these men’s cocks would in a few minutes.  She hadn’t forgotten the buzzing of her sex, the pulse of her heart throbbing while lust fueled every movement.

Jason and Chase stood in unison.  “Shall we?”  Both men set their glasses down, finished cigars ended up in the ashtray.  They extended a hand to her.

She took them in hers, noting the size difference when they stood.  Both towered over her by a good foot at least. Their hands were huge.

Neither man left doubt in her mind about the size of their cocks when she glanced at their crotches.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She remembered to inhale, exhale.  Then, feeling the warmth from both men encircled her, she followed them like a good little girl out of the casino bar and into the nearest bank of elevators.  Aware of the overwhelming presence of male surrounding her, she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Something the matter, Siddella?  You can back out at any time.”

The tenderness came from Chase.

Back out?  Hell no!  Her body thrummed with so much sexual energy she could probably power the Vegas Strip for at least a week.  She offered an innocent smile.  “I’m good.  Let’s do this.”  Batting her eyelashes, she cocked her head to the side.

Jaosn smirked.  “Do you want a safe word?”

The smart move would be to say yes.  Somehow it wouldn’t be needed.  But…

“Unlike my partner, I’m not asking.  I’m giving you one.  Wine Bottle.  If things get too heavy, you simply say wine bottle.”  Chase didn’t look back.

The air of cool coming from Chase made her knees weak.  “Wine bottle.  Okay.”  At least they were thinking of her safety.  Yeah, they possessed the traits of true dominant males who valued her existence enough to give her a safe word.  She smiled at the gesture.

The elevator dinged. Siddella started forward but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.  She looked back at Jason.

His eyes narrowed.

She let out a sigh.  “Please, after you.”

Jason stepped into the elevator, followed by Chase. Then they turned and with the slightest of movements, acknowledged Siddella, giving her permission to enter.

The material of her shirt began irritating her already hard nipples.  Anticipation drove her wild.  What would these men do to her?

What would start things off?

Only a few more moments would pass before she found out.

~~This is one of those stories I wrote stylistically against my better judgment because I gave insight into Jason and Chase from their POV as well as from Siddella’s.  I hope you’ll enjoy the depth of conflict in this torrid tale of giving love a chance at the hands of sensual kink…

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Blurb:  Can love unite two best friends that yearn for each other, even after years have passed?

Angela does have the blessed luck to have a best friend with a very handsome body and a kind heart. She’s managed to end up single during the holidays and having Christian come up from Houston to cheer her up has made a huge difference in her life. Things were going fine until a little playfulness became arousal and they ended up making damn sure neither suffered a cold winter night together!

Christian has been incredibly blessed with his life. He’s been given the IT job of his dreams, has the income he needs to feel secure and has the support of his long time best friend, Angela. What more could he ask for? Well, turns out he asked for her in his bed, over and over again and he wound up getting it. But his work schedule interferes with their relationship and causes heartache on both sides. Will he be able to figure things out and convince her that he’s the one for her?

Excerpt:

Oh, I’m so glad Thanksgiving holidays are over now.” Angela sighed and turned to Mike, gathering a sack of groceries from her car.

Mike took the bag from her. “I know what you mean. Now we’ve got to make it through the Christmas holidays.”

He followed her up the short steps into her apartment.

“I’m going to get my place ready for a spiritual cleansing this week. It’s been a long time,” she continued.

Mike cocked an eyebrow. “You actually do that shit, huh?”

She smirked. “Yes. You knew that about me before we started dating.” She took the sack from him and started putting things away.

“I know. It’s just weird, that’s all.”

Angela frowned. “I thought you liked weird.”

“I do.” Mike reached for Angela’s hand and took it in his. He kissed it as he gazed longingly into her eyes. “I love your eyes, Angela.” He leaned towards her lips and kissed her. She hesitantly pulled away from him.

Mike looked puzzled. “Is something the matter?”

“No. I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. I think I’d better turn in early tonight. It’s Friday, and I’d like to get some rest. I hope you don’t mind.” She tried her best to look sad, and the puppy dog look won out.

He snorted. “If you’d learn to eat more meat, you’d probably feel better.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “We’ve been over the meat issue many times before. I’ve just never been a big fan of red meat.”

“I know. I’m mostly picking on you anyway, but I am concerned about your health. The protein—”

She pressed two fingers against his lips in slight irritation. “It’s sweet, but I’m fine. I promise.”

His shoulders sagged. “Okay. I promised the boys I’d game with them this weekend, anyway.” Mike tried to mimic the puppy dog look.

“Call me later?” She turned away from him, glancing over her shoulder.

“I sure will. I love you, Angela.” He kissed her, and his smile returned.

“You too.” Angela closed the door quietly. She walked over to the nightstand, picked up a black photo album, and dusted off the cover. Angela found the picture of her and a taller man with long midnight black hair that framed a rough, unshaved face. His arms were around her and they were both smiling. To my best friend, forever and always, Christian, the caption beneath the picture read.

A visit from you would really make my day, she thought. She set down the photo album and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.

Her kitchen was tiny, barely big enough for two people. The rest of her apartment was fairly open—one couch, a few pictures on the walls and some ironwork candleholders over the fireplace that needed cleaning. In one corner, Angela kept a kitty bed for the stray cats she picked up and gave a home to.

After her cup of hot water was boiling, she added the tea bag, stirred it and brought the cup to her nose. The aroma and warmth of green tea helped her nerves. The past week had been stressful. Mike tried to be helpful by coming over to see her, but as usual, he was just in the way. The winter holidays were a mess for her since Christian stopped coming into town. * * * *

Christian picked up his smart phone and pager, stuffed them in his pockets, gathered up his laptop and headed for his car. Work sucked badly when the servers were down in Dallas, because that meant a trip out of town. He could at least call his best friend and former lover. Maybe they could go out for drinks or hang out and spend some time together. He felt guilty. It had been two years since he’d seen Angela and almost as long since he’d last called or written.

Her absence from his life was beginning to bother him, though relationship troubles were routine for him since losing his last girlfriend. It seemed Christian’s very healthy sex drive had interfered with her religious studies and training to be a missionary. She’d always complained about him working so hard in the secular world when he could have been preaching the good faith. He laughed at the idea as he tried to recall her face and couldn’t. He didn’t mind parting with her.

It was still early, but Angela should be at work by now. Chris hooked his Bluetooth earpiece around his ear, picked up his smart phone and dialled her work number, impatient for the phone to connect. The two rings seemed like forever until she answered.

“Hello, Anderson Insurance…”

Her sweet voice was all it took to put him in a better mood.

“Angela, hi.” Chris remembered to breathe.

“Christian…?”

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s uh, been awhile.” He twiddled his thumbs.

“Do you realise how long it’s been?” She sounded irritated with him.

He slumped in his seat and let out a long, slow breath. “Too long. And I’m sorry.”

“You had better be.” A beat passed before either of them spoke again.

“What’s going on? How have you been?” Chris picked up the stylus from his phone, tapped it against the dashboard nervously.

“I’ve been fine. You do remember this is my work line, right?”

He could almost see her smirking at him, the way her eyes narrowed yet still gleamed with desire for him. “Yes, and again, I’m sorry. I only have a moment anyway. I’m coming into town next weekend on business and might be able to get some free time.”

He thought he heard her breath hitch. “Would you like to get together?”

“Sure. I could really use some company.”

Despite the sadness that was in her voice, he was certain he could cheer her up. The thought of smelling her sweet essence, cuddling against her soft skin brought a grin to his face. “All right. I’ll call you as soon as I get in, okay?”

“Please do,” she whispered.

~~~
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When Mark pops in on a work visit to Houston, the lovely and curvaceous Treasure not only plans to make his fantasies come true, but ups the ante by adding an equally delicious friend to the mix. Can Mark resist Treasure’s temptation or will two women double his pleasure?

A little truth time kiddies!  The original story inspiration came from my best friend in high school/middle school.  I’ve lusted after her for years, just her personality.  We talked about it one day and I told her I’d write this story for her.  I felt her proud embarrassment LOL!  But in the deepest, darkest recesses of some sexual minds, fantasies involving threesomes can come to light, and when I put  pen to paper, they definitely will scorch you!

When I reworked this story for Decadent, I switched out my best friend for someone very sensual, to go with the integrity of the story.  EDGE stories aren’t just about pushing boundaries, they’re about the erotic details that make readers beg for more, wanting, craving, yearning.  And the new “inspiration” reminds me of the lovely Oceania, only younger.

Here’s an excerpt:

Mark showered quickly, ignoring his hard-on. He dressed in pajama bottoms and a tank top that showed off arms he’d worked hard in the gym for. Bedtime included a nightcap, a large one designed to knock him out, so he’d sleep without dreaming of her body blanketing his while her pussy milked the life out of him.
One last time he checked the thermostat. Off, damn it. He kicked it on, swearing he’d leave Treasure money for the bill when it came.
He pulled out the chair by the desk against the wall, sat down, and slumped back, head hanging forward. He took a sip of bourbon, let the liquid burn his throat before he took another, longer swig. Straightening, he spotted the now organized stack of papers.
“Treasure?”
He smiled.
The bedroom door opened. “Mark.” The soft lilting of her voice reignited the spark of arousal.
He set his glass on the desk and waited. “Yes, dear?”
“It’s bedtime. Come to bed.”
She sounded needy. Another man would have missed the subtlety of want in her voice. He didn’t want to ignore her but work beckoned. Yeah, that was the lie he told himself to avoid the nervousness he felt in approaching her. “I have things to do first.”

“Then I’ll come to you.” Her voice dripped with unmistakable, husky lust.
He arched a brow.
A moment later, she appeared wearing a black, see-through teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming and reached the tops of her thighs. A scrap of lace obscured his view of her sex. Dirty blonde hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls, bouncing with each step she took toward him. Her hands crossed over her chest, she gripped her shoulders and then smoothed fingertips down her arms, over full breasts, and down her rounded stomach, stopping at her hips. Treasure took a tentative step closer, standing mere inches from him. “Well?”
His jaw dropped. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right before focusing on her expression.
She frowned. “You think I’m fat. I knew it.”
“No!” He stood and took her hands in his. His stomach tightened from the contact. Blood pumped faster down south, and his mouth went bone dry. “No, that’s not it. It’s just…just…wow, Treasure. I’ve dreamed of this for years.”
“What do you intend to do now?” She tilted her head, and her lips curled into a wicked grin.
His cock throbbed beneath his boxers. Goddamn clothes!
The alcohol fog faded as he focused on her standing before him, looking like an exquisite dessert after an exceptional dinner. He stood, grabbed the back of her head, brought her mouth to his, crushing their lips together. Inhaling deeply, he swept his tongue over her bottom lip, crushing her body to his.
She groaned.
He pressed the length of his cock against her belly and inhaled. She smelled of seduction, peaches, and cream. “I intend to have you, lover.” He devoured her mouth, enjoying her moans while her hands roamed up his back and settled on his shoulders.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth away from hers. His neck exposed, she bent her head and pressed her lips to his skin, sucking on the flesh above his collarbone.
Mark groaned, bucking his hips against her. Forcing her thighs apart with one leg, he pushed her down against his thigh, feeling her heat against his skin through the flimsy material of their clothes. “Too many barriers,” he commanded, lifted her teddy off, and threw it aside.
“That was my favorite!”
“And it’s pretty on you. But you look better as you are.” He urged his thigh harder against her pussy.
She tightened her grip around his leg and threw her arms around his neck.
Her sweet valley soaked his thigh with her slickness. “You’re wet for me.” He blinked.
“For years,” she whispered into his ear before her tongue slipped around his earlobe.
Her gesture sent shivers racing down his spine. Mark slid his hands down and captured her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. “Sit.” Spinning her around, he tugged her onto his lap.
Straddling him with her ass pressed against his taut stomach, Treasure giggled.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he slid his fingers up her belly slowly, inch by inch.
“You really like the way I look?” Doubt laced her voice.
“You’re beautiful, a full figured woman with—” A knock cut him off.
He turned his head toward the front door. Nothing was going to ruin this perfect moment, dammit! “What the hell?”
A wicked grin crossed Treasure’s puckered lips. “That should be Cristina.”
“Cristina?”
Treasure slid lazily off him, leaving a trail of wetness down his leg, as if marking him. She strode toward the door. “I told you to stop working so hard earlier, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“And you said ‘make me,’ didn’t you?”
He nodded again, confused still. His dick throbbed, and his fingers itched to continue playing with her.
“So, I used the one weapon I had guaranteed to make you stop for long enough to relax.”

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You may have seen the new cover art for some of my older releases.  The covers are being redone because we’ve learned things about the market, I’ve found a few awesome cover artists and given some of the other stories I’ve written over the years a slight facelift.

It’s been fun to have a career that has spanned more than a decade.  News coming up on those stories mentioned soon!

Newest Release by Sascha Illyvich, erotic romance author at Decadent Publishing

Sex Scene Saturday, credited to Stella Price et. al. for us to show you a series of blogs featuring the sexiest scenes from our erotic stories!  Mine today comes from The Playground – a 1Night Stand.

Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM dark side he wants to make reality, only catch is the girl who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. He’d given up all hope until he’d spotted Shelly waiting tables in the casino he happened to be sitting in. Using the 1NightStand service to find her, he sets her up in a park, and has her bound to some playground equipment with only a blindfold on. Can his Dominance teach her the meaning of true love?

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“And now,” he slid a hand beneath the tight fabric of the sports bra, determined to cup her breast, “I intend to dominate differently.”

Shelly swallowed audibly. “What do you mean, differently?”

He glared, narrowing his eyes at her. The headspace he needed wasn’t too far out of reach, but he had to get there and the only way was to force the issue in his mind. He wouldn’t force Shelly; he’d coax and guide her. He hoped she’d come willingly.

Especially after he brought her to another orgasm. He pinched her pussy lips together then spread them apart. “I mean I’m going to pull what you deserve to receive from you.”

“I have nothing to give you but, oh gods!” Her body shook once his fingers slid inside her sopping pussy.

He massaged her clit with his thumb while working his digits in and out. Slowly, methodically, he speared and spread his fingers inside, around her while keeping his thumb on her clitoris.

Before she could open her mouth again, Devon had covered her lips with his.

She gripped his cock, tugging him.

Distracted only slightly, he tore his mouth from hers and moved down her neck until he’d found a breast. The fabric of the sports bra didn’t taste so hot but it didn’t matter. He worked his lips around the taut nipple and pressed his tongue into it while his fingers continued a steady rhythm over her clit, in her pussy.

Shelly’s body tensed beneath his, her nails dug into a hip, tightened around his cock.

He released a slow breath through clenched teeth. Then he nipped her neck, the top of her breast, and worked faster in and out, in and out. Rubbing his thumb around her clit made her jump.

“I love you, Shelly, I always have. I never wanted to control you,” he panted.

Her chest rose and fell with the movements of his hands. Her breath hitched in her throat, “Then why are you trying to do it now?”

“It’s not control.” He moved to her ear, blew in a warm breath before nipping her earlobe. “It’s guidance.”

“To what?”

“Orgasmic bliss.” He sealed his mouth over hers and pressed his thigh between her legs, spreading them wider while continuing his assault on her pussy. “You deserve it, you deserve to be loved, Shelly. And you need guidance.”

“Who,” she sucked in a breath, eyes widened, nostrils flared, “said I need that?”

“You did. When you came to me.” He nipped her shoulder, her arm. Then thrust in a third finger.

She stiffened beneath him, her grip on his cock tightening even more.

How he wanted to drive himself into her hand and come all over her, marking her. He couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t serve a purpose other than his selfish release, and he wasn’t about to start being selfish just because a beautiful woman had his cock in her hand.

Working harder, faster, he felt the second it hit her. The orgasm slammed into her.

She writhed beneath him, flailing against the metal grate they both lay on. He tried to silence her moans with his mouth but it did little good. Shelly was a screamer.

Her vocal abilities during sex always fueled his arousal. Despite his hips thrusting in tune to her body’s movements, he managed to keep himself in check.

It was becoming hard though. Her sensual nature, the sexual deviant in her, called to baser animal natures.

After moments, Shelly had closed her eyes and stopped panting. Her breathing returned to almost normal. She remained pliant beneath him.

He broke the silence, “Can you move?”

“Barely.” The smile that spread across her face couldn’t be stopped.

He caught the attempt to staunch her response in her eyes. “You can’t deny yourself, love.”

“I never tried to.” Her words came out raspy.

He nuzzled her throat and placed tender kisses along the smooth skin of her neck. “Let me show you, you.”

Shelly blinked, slowly moved beneath him. Her fingers still clutched his cock. “What if I just want you to fuck me?”

He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Closing his eyes, he repeated the gesture and then opened his eyes, holding onto what little sanity he had with her scent in his nose and her hand on him. “Is that really what you want?”

Her mouth twitched. She started to move again, releasing him, but her shorts stopped her.

“I’m still that good.” He couldn’t help but grin.

“You are,” she nodded. “But,” she drew in a breath; let it out slowly, “do you really think you know me that well?”

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The image above is what I based Millie’s character on in Stalker(Dub Mix) because it shows a level of sensuality and ice, cold pixie and nudity.  It was the spark for the story and the soundtrack which led me to write the piece originally for Loose-ID until it got picked up by Agent Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.  I’m in the process of giving the story one last round of edits before sending it to Marisa and letting her work her magic with the story.

The playlist in such a brutal land as the Unseelie kingdom includes the following songs:

VNV Nation – Rubicon
VNV Nation – Epicentre
Assemblage 23 – Fallen down
Combichrist – Shut up and Swallow
Combichrist – Get Your Body Beat
Combichrist – Fuck That Shit
Combichrist – Sent To Destroy (The video helps!)
Nile – User Maat Rae
Nile – Annihilation of the Wicked
Nile – The Language of the Shadows
Killswitch Engage – As Daylight Dies
VNV Nation – Tempest
Icon of Coil – Transfer: Complete
Icon of Coil – Love As Blood
Claire Voyant – Iolite
The Gathering – Monsters

It’s a highly electronic soundtrack because I created a cyberpunk world of Faery and this keeps me in the mood.   There is actually more NILE on the list and I’m sure at some point I’ll go through here and nail down what songs really stick for what parts, but this is how I write stories.  Using music, taking lyrics, ideas, melding them together with what I hear and love and then throwing in a romance plot.  There will be excerpts released as well as cut scenes soon as I have the ability to do so!  And oh yeah, this is a hotter book than 50 Shades…

Damn, but Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub Mix) will be better because of my alterations and edits!  And I”ve already figured out how to strengthen parts of the romance to make the book more in line with something Marisa can sell.  I’m pretty thrilled, it’ll probably take me roughly a month to get it done the way it SHOULD be, and still one more potential round of edits after that.  I’m letting this story rest for a few more days while I work on other projects.

Torn to Pieces, formerly known as Iolite’s Ritual is being reworked and submitted to Ellora’s Cave for their Hex Appeal line.  YOu can blame Dawn Montgomery for that one.

I’ve been spending time at According to Ditter on Facebook, rousing the ladies there with excerpts, sex appeal and hot stories!

I stopped in at You Gotta Read Reviews for a brief interview.

Sure I had more shit going on, but basically it’s just been keeping my head down while I write/edit.

Oh, we’re almost at the 10k mark with Saint in Sinner’s Eyes.  I should get another few thousand words in today and this weekend, we’ll see.  The tough part is that the weather’s been pretty nice in California, except for the last two or three days . In fact, it’s pimpe smoking weather today.  Cold, gray, but still better weather than if E. L. James wrote it in 50 Shades… (milk that shit yo!)

Guess I need to back up my claim about better stories…so here’s an excerpt from I Will Submit to You, Master:

In this scene, Mistress Jackie has just found out that her best friend Julie and the man who forced Jackie’s submission were a couple, and that Master Collin required Jackie’s submission in order to repay a small debt.

Laughter floated through the air. “Relax Jonathan.  This is a hands off woman.  Besides, she’s not your type.”

He cocked a brow.  “Really?”

Jackie smirked. Looking at Julie’s pretty face was deceitful.  “Just what is my type, Mistress?”

More laughter.  “This one’s a bit…mean shall we say.”  Julie made her way down the stairs, walking with the grace any lady of power would exhibit.  Her dress fit her perfectly, emphasizing her curves despite the fact that she only stood 5’4.  Her short cropped hair had been dyed a deeper shade of blood red that brought out the sea green of her eyes and made her look almost dead if it weren’t for the blue veins that ran along her arms.

Jonathan set a hand on his hip.  “I’m not mean. I just prefer to use my toys the way they were meant to be used.  With full conviction that I can’t break them physically.”  He smiled.

He was full of himself too.  Great.  Where had she seen that cockiness?

It didn’t come across as typical top syndrome.

Julie slithered up beside Jonathan and slid an arm around his waist. “Yes, you break them and then they come to me crying.  So sad.”  She threw her head back and put her arm on her forehead for dramatic effect.

Jackie felt ire replacing the fear she had earlier.  Narrowing her gaze at Julie, she dismissed the scrumptious Jonathan with a wave.

Julie set a hand on her hip and titled her head.  “What, now we can’t have a little fun?”

Looking down at the smaller woman, Jackie stiffened when she realized where she knew Jonathan from.

Gritting her teeth, she glared at Jonathan “Your brother is an asshole.”

Jonathan chuckled.  “That he is.  But he makes up for it with charm and a mighty good control over a bullwhip.”

Julie shoved Jonathan aside.  “Get going you big dork.”

With a snicker, Jonathan headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow and check on things with that other client.  Lord knows he’ll need some counseling after your planned session.”

Julie smirked.

“What the hell was that all about?”

Julie’s green eyes returned to Jackie.  “Not only am I a pro dominatrix, I mentor others who have come from abusive BDSM relationships and wish to remain in the lifestyle.  Tomorrow I have a client who is former Special Ops that needs to be reintroduced into civilian life after a particularly horrible stint in Afghanistan.  Because he’s military, I’m not charging.  I am getting my price though, don’t worry.”

Jackie groaned.

“Everything in this world has a price, my dear.  Everything.  Finding out what that price is, is the fun part.  Extracting it is even more fun.”  She offered a wicked grin.

Jackie knew what fun could be had at the expense of others, but her job as a Dominant was to make men serve and satisfy her.

Sometimes women did the same thing too.  But Jackie hated subjugating females to the shit men wanted, believing women were the far superior gender.

They had to be.  Otherwise her mother wouldn’t have escaped her ex husband and outsmarted him by capitalizing on his habitual visits to a female dominant.

She’d lured the man with a PHD into her web, caught him in it, tangled him and tortured him as only a vicious dominant woman could, then killed him and made it look like an accident.

Then she took her own life, leaving Jackie to fend for herself and with the lesson that submission was weak.

Yet here she was, submitting to Julie in order to get a damn hole in the wall fixed.

She had to be out of her fucking mind.

Jackie set hand on her hip.  “So what is your price from me?”

Julie grinned.  “That’s yet to be determined other than the fact that you’re submitting.  And yes, Collin will be involved.  He’s my husband.”

What?  Fury sent heat up her cheeks. With clenched teeth and fists, Jackie turned on her heel, spinning around so fast that her hair whipped her in the face and headed towards the door, one heel clicking against the marbled floor before an arm grabbed her by the elbow.

Julie snorted.  “You can leave now, but I think you’d prefer to see this out.”

Ice filled her veins.  Jackie spat out the words in a vehement tone.  “You never told me you two were married. When did this happen?”

Julie ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it and scratching the back of her head.  “About a year ago.  We’ve kept it quiet because many in the community have trouble understanding that two dominants marry, keep an open relationship and are honest with each other. Our secrets, including this, are jus that.”

Lowering her eyes at Julie, Jackie pursed her lips together.  She waited a breath, crossed her arms over her chest and stared into the indescribable visage that was supposedly her friend’s face.

The flash of annoyance registered in Julie’s sea green eyes.

Stiffening, Jackie slowly turned to face Julie. “What’s in it for me?”

Throwing her head back in laughter, Julie set a hand on her curvy hip.  “First off, fixing that hole in the wall I know you’re agonizing over, and that window too.  Also, aren’t you curious to see what makes Collin tick?”

Jackie didn’t respond.  She had better things to care about than that stupid brute alpha male that thought he could put her in her place beneath his very delectable boot.

Julie turned up her chin.  “Look, you came out here.  You must be curious.”

Exhaling a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, Jackie ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair.  “Fine.  But—“

Two fingers pressed over her lips. “There is no but. Remember, you’re submitting ultimately to me. Even Collin would have to mind my rules, and you know about my rules.”  She winked for emphasis.

Those rules she did know very well.  She’d seen other men bend to her will or be thrown out of her presence just by their mere disobedience.  Many came groveling back.  Only a few didn’t.  Those men were never seen at the club again.

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose.  “You know my first rule.  All the way and my way or no way at all.”

Her staunch tone irritated Jackie.  Yet she did indeed know the first rule. They’d spent time talking about it over the phone years ago.  Collin was the new variable here.  He was the one with the problem, not Julie.

Jackie set a hand on her hip, “I’m assuming this is just for kicks and giggles?”

Shaking her head, she looked directly at Jackie.  She spoke with conviction.  “This is for your benefit.  I don’t exactly have you by the balls so to speak, but close enough.  And besides,” she tilted her head, slanting her wicked smile, “it’ll be fun.”

“How am I supposed to see Collin tick if I’m submitting to him?”

Jackie turned and stared towards the stairs.  Looking over her shoulder, she offered a wry grin.  “Oh, he’s very vocal as you know by now.”

Jackie laughed bitterly.  “Get on with it then.”

“Good, I’m glad you agree.”  Julie reached for a chord and tugged it.

A large gong rang that sounded just like it came out of the movies where rich people had them placed throughout the house.

Two nude males appeared, both very well built, one had short dark hair and the other’s head was shaved.  Both kept their eyes lowered.  Their cocks were hidden behind large cages that appeared to have spikes pointing inward.

Jackie cringed at the sight of both men.

“Take Jackie upstairs to the second level servant’s quarters.  I want her stripped and properly cared for before we begin the evening’s fun.”

Neither gave a visceral reaction.  Both men spoke in unison.  “Yes Ma’am.”  Approaching Jackie, they offered their hands.

She saw the marks on their wrists, matching blade marks presumably. “Oh how Julie likes to mark her toys.”

She sighed and let them lead her up the stairs.  The red carpet was plush beneath her boots.  Several pictures hung on the walls in elegant gold frames that probably cost more than Jackie’s car.  The threesome stopped in front of a large white door with intricate carvings and a gold handle.  The male on her right opened it and presented the room with the sweep of his hand.

“This is the room Mistress has selected for you, Miss Jackie.  Once you step inside, you will be one of us, temporarily at least.”

The hope in his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Jackie nodded.  “Property?”

“Oh no, Miss.  We are treated very well, cared for.  I’d even wager that the Mistress loves us in some capacity.  But we are not property.”

Interesting.  The concept of love had never been something Jackie concerned herself with.  People, namely her, got hurt in the end.

The other male spoke, his voice rose in pitch.  “Are you ready?”

Fear registered in her gut, butterflies and all that.  Clenching her fists together, she straightened her shoulders and decided that the best approach was to show them she couldn’t be broken, she was too proud.

Collin would certainly get a kick out of trying, but in the end he’d be disappointed.  She just wasn’t submissive.

Lifting up her chin, she strode through the entrance to the room.  Nicely furnished, the room was about the size of hers and had its own walk in closet that had been left open.  Off to the other side was a bathroom.  The main show piece was a four poster queen sized bed with eye rings attached to the posts.  Stepping towards the bed, Jackie ran a hand over the perfectly carved wood, feeling the sturdiness of what was probably oak.

The two males stepped beside her and stared straight into her eyes.  The one on her left spoke first, his voice holding a softness that echoed the way his hand brushed against her shoulder.  “It’s time to prepare you, Jackie.”

Gritting her teeth at being addressed by her first name from a male submissive, she sighed.  “Fine.”

The male with the higher voice led her to the edge of the bed.  “Boots off.  Stockings off.”  He began unlacing her boots and peeling them off her feet, caressing her with a delicateness that was meant more to comfort than to arouse. Still, his strong hands did something to her insides, making her nipples pucker.

When both stockings had been removed with care, they’d been folded and set inside a dresser Jackie hadn’t seen earlier.

With the help of both men, she was forced to stand and have the skirt pulled down her legs, exposing her shaved pussy to both men.

Neither made a sound or showed any signs of arousal.

Jackie twitched.  Hands smoothed up her thighs and reached for the hem of her corset.  The male with the higher pitched voice tugged at the laces in back, cupping her bottom with one careful hand.

Stiffening, Jackie felt relief from the pressure imposed by the corset on her breasts.  Two pairs of hands guided the leather corset off and set it aside on the bed, baring Jackie’s body for the entire world to see.

Gripping the oak pole closets to her, she squeezed and crossed her legs.

A gentle hand on her thigh parted her leg, using more pressure than she could muster to keep her thighs parted.

From a kneeling position, he looked up at her, the devotion to his owners present in his blue eyes.  “You will not have any privacy in your time here. What you do for Master Collin or Mistress Julie you will do for us all.”

Scoffing, she looked down at him, noting how the passion in his servitude seemed somewhat different than those who she made serve her.  Irritated at the lack of apparent male arousal, she spoke.  “Are either of you in the least bit interested in my body?”

The darker haired one spoke.  “While we appreciate the sight of a beautiful lady, she is not our lady.  Therefore, no reaction is required unless it’s commanded.”

Sighing, Jackie fought the shiver of worry that raced through her. These two men were devoted deeply to Mistress Julie.  Would she come out of this devoted to Collin?

Hell no!  He was married to Julie.  She’d never tolerate him having permanent submissives.

Of course his large ego wouldn’t let her have submissives either, but apparently she was proved wrong there.

One of the men disappeared into the bathroom, returning only a moment later with a large hairbrush.  “Sit please.”

Jackie did as she was asked. Facing the wall, she sat cross legged and waited.

A hand rested on her shoulder. Another tugged the ponytail holder from her hair and began unweaving the braid, careful to brush out the different stands of hair.

His light touch sent another shiver down her spine.

Stroke after stroke fanned her hair out over her back while the slave kept a respectable distance from her.  Occasionally his cock cage brushed her bare flesh but she ignored it with the patience of a saint.

Goddess only knew she was becoming more irritable as time went on.

Silence passed until the softer voice male ran the brush through her hair one more time.  He spoke calmly.  “There, done. Please stand and face the mirror my brother has brought for you.”

Heaving another sigh Jackie stood and did as she was asked.  Her hair had been brushed so that it parted in the middle and framed her face.  The deep burgundy color of her mane emphasized the wet purple color of her plump lips.

The bald male brought a wash cloth to her lips.  “Please,” he wiped away the lipstick to reveal her normal lip color.

Deep red.

There wasn’t much about Jackie that wasn’t red, except for her pale skin.  She looked less doll like and more human.  It felt as though power were being stripped with this ritual.

She supposed it was.

She turned to find the bed empty save the black comforter she sat on earlier. “Where are my clothes?”

The darker haired male looked up.  “They’ve been locked in the drawer over there.  I do not have the key so I cannot get them for you.  You will be provided with clothes if you’re allowed to wear any.  Since you’re a second level submissive—“

Jackie cringed visibly at the term.

He continued.  “You’ll be permitted things we aren’t.”  His eyes roamed up the length of her body and back down before the door behind him opened.

“Oh what a lovely sight you are!  I had an idea that you were hot, but damn babe, you’re smoking!”  Julie strode in with Collin at her side.

Jackie began to cover herself and turn.

A hand on her elbow stopped her.  His eyes spoke the one word.  “No.”

She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin up deftly.  Collin stood behind Miss Julie.  His black t-shirt stretched over a well defined and broad chest.  His arms hung down like thick cables with his hands in his pockets.  He wore a five o’clock shadow that gave him a more rugged appearance.  Dark curls of hair floated over eyes that sparkled with the intensity of a hunter about to capture its prey.

She swallowed, noting her throat had gone dry all of the sudden.

He stepped in front of Julie and looked her up and down.

Flames in his eyes pulled at something low inside her. She dammed herself for being so susceptible to the way he looked at her, but kept her focus on the line of his strong jaw.

She imagined smashing it with a sledgehammer.  She’d use the heel of her stilettos to grind out his eyes and leave his bleeding skull for the ravens to pick at.

He smiled. “My, you’re just as gorgeous in daylight as you are in the light of the club’s dungeon.”

She smirked.

Reaching an arm out to touch her, he stopped short.  “Oh,” his lip curled downward in a mock pout.  “Shouldn’t give you what you most want right yet.”

Jackie made an undignified noise.  “Cocky bastard.”

His frown became a smile.  “Yup.  That would be me.”  Stepping closer, he touched her, fingers spreading wide to caress her locks.

She stiffened.  He was close, too close.  The hint of masculine aroma wafted between them and arousal arced between them.

Tilting his head, he pressed into her skin. “My, you’re warm.”

Jackie remained virtually motionless despite the thudding of her heartbeat against her ribcage.  Her nipples remained taut and her legs clamped together to conceal the wetness she began to feel.

He carefully brushed her hair away from her face.  His smile widened.  “You have such expressive eyes, Jackie.  I should think to stare in them often.  I love the radiant purple color of your irises.  Matches your pretty auburn hair.”

She frowned.  Did he have to touch her tenderly?  She wanted the torturous punishment and degrading servitude he would demand from her and she wanted it now so she could leave here.

He cupped her cheek in one hand, stroking her with the pad of his thumb.

She wanted to lean into the roughness of his hand and let him stroke her.

His thumb pressed against the spot just behind her ear.

She met his gaze with an angry stare.

His mouth opened, his tone dropping to a whisper.  “You’re angry now but that’ll change over the next few days.”

Her eyes opened wide.  “You think to break me in a few days?”

Collin withdrew his hand. “You’d be amazed.  If nothing more, I’ll have shown you what I want you to see.”

She scoffed.  “Fine.  Let’s get this over with.”

He chuckled lightly. “You’re eager to serve, knew you had it in you.”

Jackie fought the urge to slap him and ultimately lost against her body’s reaction.  She brought her hand up to strike him but stopped short.

He’d captured her wrist. His eyes narrowed in a predatory stare and his nostrils flared.  “There’s the fiery spirit I told my wife about. That’s it.  Just,” he almost growled the words, “let it out.”

Jackie yanked her hand from his and took a step back.  The way shadows fell over his face intimidated her.

He’d cleared the distance between them and shoved her down on the bed with one arm.  Another fumbled with his jeans.  He’d freed himself in one motion, his thick cock falling out long and hard.  The bulbous head dripped with precum.  “Suck my cock now.”

Gasping for breath, Jackie struggled against what she wanted and what she knew she had to do.  Reaching for his cock with one hand, she found it swatted away.

He growled.  “Mouth, only.”  He yanked her head back with his free hand.

Her mouth opened and felt the velvety steel shaft slide past her lips.  He tasted as she knew he would, manly and salty.  Inhaling deeply, she caught the scent of flesh on her nose.  Taking him in deep, deeper until she’d pressed her lips and nose against his rock hard stomach, she flicked her tongue over the delicate underside of his shaft.

She thought about biting his cock off but it had been pulled from her mouth just as quickly as it had been shoved in.

“Again.  I’m going to face fuck you and you’re going to swallow.”

Her eyes drifted towards Julie.  The other woman stood with an amused expression on her painted face.

Collin’s cock slid past her lips again with the same roughness as before, only he didn’t pull back.

She let her tongue linger over the helmet shaped head of his cock, tasting sticky precum.

He pulled back after a moment and shoved his cock back inside her mouth, building up a rhythm that drove his balls against her chin.

Jackie was surprised to notice he shaved.  Collin didn’t seem like the type to keep himself clean shaven, but she wasn’t submissive, either.

Taking his cock in and out of her mouth made her nipples harder, pussy ache for something to fill it. Rubbing her hands down the sides of her body, she caressed her round breasts until two pairs of hands yanked hers behind her.

The other two men were still in the room.

Frustrated, she moaned along the length of his cock.

Collin’s tempo picked up now.  He’d started thrusting harder, faster, slapping her chin with his balls while his dick rammed down her throat.

Within a moment, he’d grabbed her shoulder with one hand, cupping her chin while he drove himself in and out.  His hips moved faster and faster.

She cried, gagging on the thickness of his cock and the fact that he wasn’t giving her time to adjust or breathe.  Tears slid down her cheeks.  Her pussy was soaking wet now.

After a few more thrusts, Collin grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged her head back.  With his free hand, he continued jerking himself.

“Swallow, Jackie. All of it.”

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Her Male Slave is a story of corporate seduction, a very dominant woman and a scheming employer. Anastasia Forrester is asked by her boss to use her Dominatrix skills to seduce his competitor, Jerry Norman. Then she is to force Norman sell his company over, or face exposure and blacklisting in the corporate world. It is an easy task for a woman of Anastasia’s inclinations until she becomes the cause for Jerry’s auto accident. Wealthy Jerry Norman’s life is empty and lonely until he ends up in the hospital after the accident, sees Anastasia, and realizes she is a woman he would do anything for. Soon his resolve is put to the test as Anastasia demands Jerry’s complete submission, and he finds himself in chains, being strictly trained, her helpless, willing slave.

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SHORT Excerpt:

“Fuck it, I’m going to have that man.”  Anastasia paced around her tiny office.  Her small dungeon was probably too large for someone who had never seen a flogger or riding crop outside of the horse track, and she didn’t want to shock Jerry, just fuck him.  And make him beg for her.

He’d just have to get over it. She’d have to be careful not to hurt him again.  Anastasia was playing with fire in more ways than one.

She sat back down at her desk; she had work to do.  But later tonight, plans needed to be made.  As soon as she dropped Jerry off at home, she’d make a trip to her dungeon.  The sheets on the bed had to be changed, she needed to buy new candles and hide some of the more extreme toys.  She could see Jerry’s expression when he saw her speculum.  “What the fuck do you intend to do with that?” he’d say.  Or her spreader bars.  She chuckled at the thought.  He’d look so pretty tied up with her spreader bars to a bench.  What she’d love to do to him.

The thought was enough for her to get up from her desk and lock the door.  She came back to her desk, opened a lower drawer and pulled out a little pocket vibrator.  Anastasia unbuttoned her blouse a little, pulled out a breast and tweaked her nipple to a hard peak with her fingernails.  She slipped off her shoes, lifted her skirt to her hips and tugged her panties off a little. The vibrator hummed quietly against her thigh as she slid it upwards towards her wet lips.  The tiny toy caused quivers throughout her body as she imagined Jerry’s tongue lapping at her.

“What a good boy you’ve been,” she thought as she pictured his reddened ass moving up and down from swats of her flogger.  It would be hard to control where the tails landed as he ate her.  When the orgasm hit, Anastasia tried to suppress a scream but ended up biting her lip and yelping anyway.

Goddamn the pain felt good!  It’d been too long since she’d had a real male slave, she’d decided.  Why did she feel so empty at the thought of just fucking him?