Saturday, April 24, 2021

Guest Post - 4/24/21 - "Claimed as Theirs" by Kryssie Fortune #CaptureFantasy #Vampires #DystopianWorld

 He’d never looked for a mate, never intended to take one, either. Now fate thrust her on him. 

He didn’t know how to deal with that.


Excerpt:

Naked, one arm twisted behind her back, Gwen stumbled down the spiral stairs. The stench of stale urine and filth stole her breath. The cacophony of hisses echoed toward them, chilling her soul. Red eyes peered through the darkness. Focused. Hungry. Inhuman. Fixed on her.

A huge natural cavern spread before her, colder than the North Pole. Iron bars stretched across its narrowest point, each thicker than a bodybuilder’s thigh. Mold crept from algae-covered puddles and stained the rock walls.

One glance at the red-eyed, skeletal mob penned inside and her knees buckled. Goosebumps erupted over her naked body and her stomach churned. Pressed against their cage, blood-starved vampires waited, fangs bared as they howled for fresh meat—for her.

Darkness blocked her vision until only the smell of neglect and dirt remained. Bile rose in her throat. Her muscles trembled like half-set Jell-O, and she struggled to breathe. If her captors tossed her in with those monsters, she’d be toast. Well… vampire catnip. Whatever, she’d end up dead.

The fat warder’s breath came straight from a pigsty. His celery-stalk–thin friend sported enormous boils on his cheeks and hands. Don’t these creeps understand personal hygiene?

The way Fatso groped her exposed breasts made her flesh creep. Until today she’d delighted in her Marilyn Monroe curves, but around this pervert, she felt dirty and ashamed. When the boil-covered guard unlocked the entrance, hungry blood-drinkers surged forward.

The other guards approached the cage, nightsticks swinging. The prisoners howled, wrapped their arms around their heads, and dropped to the floor. Weakened by their hunger, they were no match for well-fed soldiers. Wary now, they backed off and formed a semicircle, penning her in the entrance.

Watching.

Waiting.

Drooling.

For her.

Fatso released her arm and whacked her between her shoulder blades. Her breasts bounced as she stumbled farther into the dark cavern. Behind her, the door shut with a clang. The sound of the oversized key turning in the lock sounded her death knell.

She slammed one hand over her bare cunny and wrapped her other arm across her chest. Darkness choked her and terror froze her bones. As her eyes adjusted to blackness, a mass of ragtag creatures shuffled toward her. Their fangs gleamed through the cavern’s endless night.

When her spine pressed against the bars, they felt like icicles branding her flesh. Worse, her generous curves stopped her squeezing between them. Her pulse hammered three hundred beats a minute.

Palms clammy, she batted away the filthy hands that clawed at her naked body. Not that she had a hope in hell of coming out of this alive. “I’m a trained killer. Come near me and die.”

The feral vampires parted like the Red Sea before Moses. For one brief, beautiful moment, she thought her bluff scared them. No such luck.

A giant of a man strode toward her, his muscles bulging beneath his black leather jerkin. Shaven-headed, with a goatee beard and neat moustache, he could have passed for a member of an old-style biker gang. His dominant swagger and bulk made her pulse pound in a mix of bone-deep attraction and stomach-churning fear. Again she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

This gorgeous man-mountain’s eyes glowed with smoky red-gray lights—burning coals that illuminated the darkness. He dominated the other vampires by sheer force of will. “Disperse. Now.”

The mob dropped their chins and edged away.

His wide-legged, chin-high stance proclaimed him the biggest, baddest thing in there. To her, he seemed like sunshine and strength, a savior come to rescue her—unless he considered her his next meal.

With his pointed fangTs and red-eyed gaze, he should terrify her. Instead, her tongue crept over her lips, and her nipples pearled as she took a step toward him. Then her common sense kicked in. He was a vampire—a natural-born killer who’d drink her dry.

His arm shot out, yanking her against him. The contact made her cunny ache for more. Determined to escape him, she thrust her knee toward his balls. Lightning fast, he stepped sideways, but his grip on her wrists tightened.

With a sexy growl, he hoisted her over his shoulder. “No dirty tricks, cupcake.”

God, his voice. Rich with bass notes, it reverberated through her bones. Everything about him, except his incisors, sent wicked desire blazing through her. But cupcake? She’d show him cupcake.

An amused laugh rumbled around his chest as she pounded her fists on his spine. He landed a single hard slap on her bare bottom. She squealed at the unexpected pain. Her cunny clenched, but hung like a slab of meat over the giant’s shoulder, she felt powerless and vulnerable.

His oversized hand stroked her naked behind before he slapped it again. The sound echoed around the cavern. Squealing, she beat on his back. Another inmate drooled as he crept closer. “Need a taste.”

Her captor shoved at the overfamiliar vamp’s face. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

A blast of dark, sensual heat shot through her as he claimed her as his. If she wasn’t careful, this mammoth with the toe-tingling, growly voice could consume her in more ways than one.




Blurb:

When she is captured and thrown into a cage filled with ravenous vampires, Gwen assumes she will be devoured. But among the horde is a huge, terrifyingly powerful berserker who has other plans for her. She will belong not only to him, but to all of the vampires of his triad, and her beautiful body will be theirs to use and enjoy as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. 

Gwen soon learns that her new masters will demand obedience from their little human, and it isn’t long before her defiance has earned her a painful, humiliating spanking. But even with tears still running down her blushing cheeks, her helpless arousal cannot be denied, and as she is claimed and ravaged again and again her pleas for mercy are soon lost amid her cries of pleasure. 

Publisher’s Note: Claimed as Theirs is a stand-alone novel set in the same world as Taken as Theirs. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Buy Links:

Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08VGTLMG2/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08VGTLMG2/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08VGTLMG2/

Amazon Au: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B08VGTLMG2




About the Author:

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous.
Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

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Saturday, April 10, 2021

Saturday Spankings - 4/10/21 - "Learning to be Little" - Kelly learns not to interrupt #Ageplay #DaddyDom #Spankings

 




Kelly didn't set out to be naughty, but sometimes she couldn't help herself.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop.  My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health.  This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.  

My submission for this week is an excerpt from my first age play romance. Similar to Kelly's BDSM experience, Learning to be Little is my first attempt at depicting the dynamics of age play, and because it occurs in Kelly's past with her first, but not last, Dom, it is also a little different from other age play stories available today. However, I hope readers who enjoy age play and D/s will find their journey into Kelly's past an entertaining, sometimes funny, sometimes poignant, adventure. 



This snippet occurs early in the book when Kelly's new daddy is attempting to show her around as he explains his rules to her, but her growing nervousness makes her impatient to know more.

Kelly placed her fingers on his palm and let him lead her down the hall to her new bedroom.

In direct contrast to the living area, and hallway, which were primarily decorated in chrome, glass, and leather, this room had all the frills and lace of a young miss's pink palace. Beginning to get the impression she would indeed be kept as a little girl, Kelly looked about her with unease.

All the furniture in the room had small bows and flowers attached in some way. The white dresser and night table were so shiny, she wondered if they had been coated with vinyl. The Cinderella bed, which dominated the room, was a little girl's fantasy come true. He'd encased a twin-sized bed in a pumpkin-shaped, golden-metal carriage frame complete with a fully decorated crown on top which had a light, sheer canopy draping from it. The mattress was raised off the floor by ornately finished steel scrollwork wheels connected to a curved rococo metal head and footboard, so it stood level with Kelly's waist. She'd have to take a running leap to climb into it.

In addition to the ostentatious princess bed, there was an adult-sized carousel-style rocking horse set in the corner along with a super-sized padded rocking chair and a variety of stuffed animals, dolls, and children's picture books perched on inset shelves. The room also featured two comfy-looking pink velvet upholstered armchairs. All in all, the chamber was fit for a young royal with the exception of two other pieces that caused the tiny hairs at the back of Kelly's neck to rise. He had added an adult-sized high chair and an oversized baby-changing station. What the…

"What are those?" she asked, pointing at the unusual equipment as though they'd been marked with the sign of the devil and stood dripping in blood.

"Ah, those. Well, there may come a time when I choose to treat you as I would an infant."

Kelly frowned. "You'll make me wear a diaper and sit in a high chair?"

"Yes. I will, among other things. Now, I suggest we—"

"Why?"

"You should never interrupt Daddy when he's talking, pumpkin. You'll get spanked if you do it again. First thing we need—"

"But, how can I—" Kelly wasn't permitted another word before he wrapped his arm about her waist and bent her over. Whack.


The more Kelly learns about her new situation the more nervous she becomes.



She needed a savior, but she wasn't looking for a second daddy

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released. 

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into. 

Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.




Note about the characters in this story: 

Kelly is one of my favorite characters. She can be such a brat at times, which is something her champion Graham White refuses to tolerate. The majority of this story is the earliest, chronologically, since it occurs in Kelly's past, but it is the most recent book in the series. Confused much?

So, if you want to know more about this bratty, sometimes submissive adult little girl, she first appears in Arrested by Love as a secondary character, but like all good primary characters she insisted on having her own story with her new Dom, which developed into A Dom's Dilemma. Both books, originally released in 2010, have been numbered for the series, reedited and reissued with new covers, along with Learning to be Little: Kelly's Story. Its cover is pictured above.

Though Learning to be Little will be the newest book in the series, it actually begins immediately after A Dom's Dilemma, then takes the reader into Kelly's past in a sequel/prequel. The story is a departure for me in that the majority of its chronological time line takes place before the two books I've already published, but it belongs in the middle of the series. I expect two, possibly three more books in the series to be available in the near future.

Learning to be Little: Kelly's Story is available on Kindle Unlimited, and for purchase on Amazon.

To find out more the Unexpected Consequences series or any of Kathryn's other books, check out the links below:

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this excerpt and want more. Please click on one of the author's names below, or visit The Saturday Spankings Blog to continue your journey.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Guest Post - 4/4/21 - "The Kidnapped Bride by Jaye Peaches - Medieval Romance / erotic / BDSM

 Her only hope of rescue is to be kidnapped.





Excerpt:

“Across my knee, Juliet,” he said sternly. “You will not defy me, nor question my authority again.”
It was a game, of that she was sure. For the authority wasn’t his but invested in her husband’s. Stefan had for this brief moment in time supplanted the duke and for its duration, she cared little for the truth of ownership.
“I will be a good girl,” she said meekly, and lowered her pliable hips across his lap.
“Ah, you will regret offering me this.” He placed a firm hand on the tip of her tailbone. There it rested, while his other hand traced the marks of the switch.
The cool breeze swirled around her legs. She shivered. He cupped one of her bottom cheeks and squeezed it hard. She winced.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Juliet,” he said softly, loosening the harshness in his voice. “But I need you to feel this. I have to know, so I can judge you.”
Judge her? For what purpose? She should enquire, but not now. For now, he could do as he pleased. “I will be brave for you, sir.”
“Good girl.”
She screwed her eyes shut and clung to the rock with both hands. Her feet kicked the air, impatient for him to begin. She would writhe and squirm, kick and holler, just loud enough for him to know, but not too noisy for fear it might summon his men.





Blurb:

Though Lady Juliet Lomarda has been promised as a wife to the Duke of Barranto, the marriage has not yet been consummated and the task of escorting the bride to her future husband has been assigned to Captain Stefan Ilian. The trip will be perilous, however, and in order to avoid drawing attention to themselves Stefan will take on the role of her husband during the journey. 

Juliet is given no say in the matter, and when she protests the arrangement Stefan makes it clear that defiance will earn her a humiliating switching right then and there. It isn’t long before Juliet finds herself over her stern, infuriatingly sexy protector’s knee for a sound spanking on her bare bottom, but to her surprise the painful, embarrassing chastisement leaves her shamefully aroused. 

Stefan’s sense of duty keeps him from ravaging Juliet in the way she desires, but the discovery that the duke already has plans to take mistresses changes his mind. Determined to claim Juliet as his, Stefan puts in motion a plan to have her kidnapped so he can then rescue her, bring her to his castle, and keep her there in secret until her marriage has been annulled. But is she prepared to spend the coming months serving him like a common wench both in public and in his bed? 

Publisher’s Note: The Kidnapped Bride includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Buy Links:

Amazon - https://amzn.to/3kjDotj



About the Author:

Jaye Peaches is an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All her books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of her books. Thank you!

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