Saturday, August 24, 2013

#MySexySaturday {13}: Her Naughty Boy (WIP)

This week I'm giving you another seven paragraphs from my current WIP, Her Naughty Boy. (which means the snippet is totally unedited - so forgive any typos or grammatical errors!)  For those of you who missed last week's snippet....this is a  FemDom Christmas Tale which I should be completing very soon.

When it comes to being sexy, I can't think of anything sexier than a first kiss - and in Mistress Banner and Kyle's case they are no exception....even if Kyle has to sneak up on his Mistress to get one.  Enjoy and don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps on the hop.  

Tentative Blurb: 
  Best friends since early childhood, Lily 
  Banner and Kyle Austin had done every-
  thing together but have sex. From the 
  school room to the their morning radio 
  show at KKRC Kyle has always had 
  Lily's back, which is why her refusal to 
  see him anything other than a friend irks 
  him. He wants the inner Domme he keeps
  catching glimpses of. But he also under-
  stands what she sees when she looks at 
  him, but with Christmas around the corner, 
  he's not above showing her exactly how 
  naughty he can be - especially if it ends up 
  with him right where he wants to be: on 
  his knees and at her mercy.

  Lily Banner holds a dark secret from Kyle - 
  or so she thinks. Late at night, when the 
  need gets to her, she dons her leather, visits 
  the Velvet Fist and becomes Mistress Banner. 
  Just before Christmas, Kyle pushes too hard, 
  sending her to the club in effort to find a 
  naughty submissive to punish. She never 
  expects her problem to show up, wrapped in 
  tight leather shorts and harness.  When he 
  manages to piss off another Dom, it's up to her 
  to save him. Pissed at Kyle's lack of common 
  sense, she defuses the situation and orders him  
  to leave. When he refuses, she tells him the 
  price of staying is putting himself in her hands.
  She never expects him to agree. Now it's up to
  her to show her naughty boy the error of his 
  ways. Either way it's going to be a Christmas
  neither will forget. 

Seven Sexy Paragraphs:

Panic filled her eyes. “Let go of me. Right now!” Her voice was firm, but he could hear the thread of desperation behind it. As always, she was going to fight the chemistry between them. He guessed he was just going to have to show her it was pointless. Surely it would be much more pleasurable if she used him the same way she’d used Ryan. Lucky son of a bitch. 

“Not happening.” Keeping her pressed tight against him, he maneuvered her towards the couch. She jerked, wedging her hands against his bare chest for leverage.

“What’s it going to take to get through to you this thing between us just won’t work?” She glared up at him. 

“Proof.” He didn’t even give it a second thought, he just bent his head and captured her surprised mouth under his. Even as he thrust his tongue past her part ed lips, he knew he was going to get his ass beat for the move, but he simply didn’t care. He was tired of denying his need for her. 

* * * *

Lily froze at the hungry touch of Kyle’s mouth against hers. The last thing she’d expected him to do was be brazen enough to steal a kiss. It’d been years since a man had tried it with her. College, if she remembered right. All the men in her life knew their place. No matter how bratty they got, they never tried to kiss her. It was one of her hard limits. She beat men, fucked them, even sucked them off if they were very, very good, but the moment they tried to kiss her, it was over. But Kyle didn’t know that. Wasn’t aware of what every other sub in the club knew. Instead he paved his own way to hell with a simple brush of his lips. 

Her inner Domme snarled, even as her ever-ready body reacted – her nipples tightening against the leather of her corset, while her pussy dampened as a jolt of arousal pooled in her stomach. Physically all systems were a ‘go’, but the bitch in her head demanded that she push him away, force to him to his knees, and make him pay for his audacity. A good round with the flogger would teach her naughty boy where he belonged. The thought drifted away however, when he gently raked his teeth over her tongue, lightly scoring the delicate flesh before sucking it into his mouth. 

Digging her fingers into his bare shoulders, she returned the erotic bite of pain. If she was going to ache so was he. She hissed into his mouth when he pulled her flush to him, connecting them at the hips. Through her leggings she could feel the hard outline of his cock against her, its damp head pressing, rubbing over the sliver of flesh exposed at her navel. He may have started it but she was going to finish it, she thought viciously, her hand sliding down from its perch to pluck at the small beaded male nipple. Under her fingers the flesh seemed to harden even more. He groaned, swaying toward her.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.


  1. I was enthralled- great snippet. I love how her inner dom snarled..
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    1. Yeah, she's quite the conflicted character. I'm ready to beat her with her own whip. She wants Kyle but is being stubborn about it. Thanks for stopping by again, Decadent.


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    1. Im working on it....swear! Well if those two cowboys would shut up. Impatient bastards.

  3. Very nice snippet, Dakota. Can't wait to see the finished product.

    Thanks for being part of My Sexy Saturday.

    1. Thanks Lynn. Hopefully I'll finish it this week and it will be off to the publisher.

  4. Oh, I love all of the inner turmoil! Great excerpt! :)

  5. Thanks Jessica. Inner turmoil is Lily's least til Kyle gets a hold of her. Like a true Christmas Miracle, he's going to show her she can have it all. Or that's the plan, unless my pesky muse throws a monkey wrench in the works.

  6. Omy, hawt! with all that passion-inducing turmoil.