#MySexySaturday {105}: A kiss says it all...

So once again it's time to participate in #MySexySaturday.   This week Lynn is challenging us to show what sexy is. It could be anything, the way your hero walks, the way he holds his woman, or in the case of my hero from Under His Domme's Control, it's all about how Steven gives over to his wife.   Don't believe me, check out the snippet below, then make sure to hit up the rest of the wonderful peeps on the blog hop - the list is at the end of my post.  I know I'm looking forward to getting ready to get my fill of smexiness....happy Saturday peeps!

Snippet: 

Hope lightly tapped the flogger against her outer thigh, her only outward tell of how nervous she was. One wrong move on her part and she would take what she hoped to be a darkly erotic experience and turn it into one of true pain. Anal pleasures done right could send her sub soaring, or break his trust. It was her responsibility to make it so pleasurable that Steven would beg for it in the future. A shiver raced down her spine at the thought. It was all she had been able to think about as she driven home. The desire to watch as he struggled to accept her will, even as his body imploded with a brutal all-consuming pleasure that bordered on pain. 

She took a deep breath as he stopped at the second to top step. With their height difference, it put him directly at eye level with her. The desire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed since she’d left him at the shop; instead, it had merely been tempered by an uncertainty – one she wanted to banish. 

Leaning forward, she kept her gaze on his while she slipped her hand behind his neck. A gentle tug, closed the distance between them. She brushed her lips over his, once again savoring the faint bitter flavor of her cream. She gave a soft growl, before nipping his lower lip. His lips parted on a moan, giving her access to all of him. Tightening her grip on the silky strands at the base of his neck, she thrust inside, tangling her tongue around his – exploring every inch of his moist mouth. She swallowed his soft groans as he strained to be closer, while keeping his arms crossed behind his back. She could feel the tension rising within him, the ever-present need for more. What had started out as a kiss of reassurance had quickly turned carnal. The type of lip lock that would end up with her pinned between the wall and her husband’s hard body – if she didn’t stop it now. 

She tore her mouth away and released her hold on his hair. 

His gaze, a molten toffee, begged for another taste. “Ma’am…” 

“Playroom, now.” She forced a hard edge into her tone. 

His nostrils flared, and for a second, she thought he’d fight the order. Instead, he licked his lower lip, and gave her a slow smile. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Blurb:

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow. But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender? 

BUY ON AMAZON

©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.

Sensual Thursday {16}: Savoring Her Dominance

After taking a week off to promote the Ice Cream blog hop, I'm excited to share another a snippet from my upcoming release, Under His Domme's Control. Tentatively scheduled to come out (as long as no gremlins muck up the works.) on August 5th, I hope you enjoy a sneak peek in the dynamics between Hope, an experienced Domme, and her husband, Steven.  It takes a special man to submit to his woman - but I do believe Steven finds the rewards well worth it.  

300 Word Snippet:

“Yes, Ma’am.” Steven rose to his feet and winced when the tight crotch of his uniform pants pinched at his hard-on. Now, that he didn’t have his face buried in Hope’s sweet pussy, his cock was making its displeasure known. Despite his aching balls, the contentment he felt at giving over to his wife was addictive. In her arms, he didn’t have to be in charge of anything. He could relax and let her take them where she wanted. He didn’t have to be the perfect lover who controlled every move. All he had to do was listen to what his mistress wanted. The idea he could simply be her man had unleashed a side of him he’d never experienced with any of his previous lovers. 

One that I never expected to love – which is probably why Ma’am rocks my world each time we come together. 

“Up on the bench.” 

Hope’s words startled him out of his thoughts. “Yes, Ma’am.” He pivoted, then hoisted himself up on the bench. 

“Unfasten your pants. I want to play with my cock.” Her demand sent shivers down his spine, but he obeyed, his fingers fumbling in their eagerness. 

A sigh of relief escaped him as his cock almost exploded out of its confines when she brushed his fingers aside, parting the heavy material. The draft of humid air caressed his bare aching flesh – almost like a lover’s touch.

“So hard.” Her tone was almost sad as she looked up at him. “Does it ache, sweetheart?” Her thumb brushed across his glans before her hand wrapped around his length.

©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.

Sensual Thursdays {13}: Giving up control

It's been awhile since I've done a Sensual Thursday, but I thought I might as well bring it back.  So here's the scoop - each Thursday I'll be bringing you a 200-300 word snippet from a current WIP or just released book.  Along with some kind of smexy eye candy.  Just a little something to jazz up the blog.  

So since I've got a shiny new short, I'm going to show it off.  It's a story I took from a simple flash piece that was less than 2000 words and grew the sucker until it was over 8000 words. (Just because I loved the characters so much and wanted to give them more. So feel free to enjoy Steven and his mistress, Hope.) 

Snippet: 

It was at times like these she sometimes wondered why Steven put up with her demands. Especially when she’d pushed him too hard, hard enough that his release had tried to stall out on him. Perhaps it would always be a mystery, or maybe it was her dominant drive during sex that tripped her husband’s submissive trigger. Whatever it was, she was eternally grateful that her obsessive compulsion to understand why she needed to dominate had her reading and exploring every aspect of the lifestyle before her marriage. She might have not had actual intercourse – wanting to save her virginity for her future husband, but as a resourceful woman she’d made sure she could take care of her future submissive’s needs. 

Of course, she’d taken a very big risk on her wedding night by waiting for her new husband wearing nothing more than a lacy negligee, holding a pair of soft leather restraints, and a nurturing a hope that the submissive streak she’d glimpsed while they’d dated hadn’t been an illusion.

“Ma’am…” Steven’s slurred mumble, as he pressed his face against her palm, drew her back to the present and the submissive who needed her reassurance. 

“Shhh…everything is fine, love. You’ve pleased me greatly.” She continued to touch and comfort him. He’d flown high – not as high as she’d planned to send him, but high enough for now – for this place. She needed him to be able to drive himself home.

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow. But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

2015 ©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.

#MySexySaturday {98}: Down and dirty....

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday! In this week's edition, Lynn has urged us to find those perfect snippets about our "sexy man". We're to..."make them hot, make them sexy and make us sigh in anticipation...".   Hopefully everyone is up to this challenge...cause I can't wait to read about all the sexy men - young, old, hunk or the average boy next door...I'm not picky.   

With that being said, here's my  contribution.  It comes from my up coming  release- Under His Domme's Control (and yes Esther this is a kinky femDom story that will tug at your heartstrings as much as it does other...parts of the anatomy.)  Enjoy! 

Snippet: 

She peeked between a stack of tires leaning precariously to the left. Making sure to avoid touching the dirty rubber, she slipped into the garage bay. The sight of her husband as he hefted another pair of tires up and onto another stack, sent a strong surge of desire through her. Shirtless due to the heat, wearing nothing more than pair of work pants and heavy-duty work boots, Steven was the epitome of a man’s man. She always got a secret thrill knowing that her amazing Alpha husband was a closet submissive. 

Even the memory of their early morning encounter was enough to get her engine revving, especially when she noticed the significant bulge straining the fly of his pants. The idea he’d done as she requested drove another surge of lust through her, which had her pussy leaking against the fine French lace of her thong. She was tempted to touch herself - but that was her slave’s job. When he turned to grab another set of tires, she could no longer resist the overwhelming temptation to join him, especially when she saw the tattoo stretching between his shoulder blades. Tribal in design with her club name in the center, the ink proclaimed him to be hers. And right this moment, she wanted her man. 

“Slave, present.” Even as the firm order passed her lips, she relished his reaction. Both tires hit the ground with thuds, before rolling across the concrete. Steven’s eyes widened with surprise, as he glanced around the shop. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what he was thinking. It was nearing the end of his work hours, but there was still a chance of a customer coming in. If he obeyed, he was risking get caught with his pants down, literally, or he could refuse and accept the consequences of his refusal. 

After their last round with punishment, she was kind of surprised he was wavering. Two days of being unable to serve his mistress was usually enough to get him to do whatever she wanted. She let ten seconds pass by as he mentally debated. As always, the choice was his, but she was getting impatient. 

“I didn’t stutter, slave.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Either you do as I asked or accept the consequences, and we both know how much you love those.” 

As she suspected, he’d decided that he’d rather take the chance of being caught than risk a night of watching her masturbate and being unable to assist. His hands went to his belt and within moments, he stood there in all his glory, his upper body streaked with smears of grease, and Lord have mercy, his hard cock jutting out of his nest of closely cropped dark pubes with his pants around his ankles. 

Picking her way across the floor, she stopped inches from him, savoring his smell, a unique combination of his aftershave and honest to God sweat. She wouldn’t say anything about the boots this time. The last thing she wanted for him to do was step on something on the shop floor. As long as his package was bare for her touch, she was happy. “Have you been good today, slave?” She kept her eyes on his. 

Whew....after checking out the blurb below, be sure to visit the rest of the peeps on the Linky List!

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow.  But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

©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.

#MySexySaturday {14}: Wyk's Surrender (FemDom)

My, how the week has flown. Saturday again already? Well that means that it's time once again for some #MySexySaturday. This week I'm going to bring you seven paragraphs from a book, I've been doing edits this past week: Wyk's Surrender (a FemDom story for Decadent Publishing's 1NS series) It only seemed fitting that I use that MSS for MySexySaturday. In this snippet, Mistress V has asked Wyk if he's sure he wants to stay.  And of course, like every good Domme, she is going to discuss limits, which can be very sexy if not downright erotic. 

I still don't have any cover art yet, but check out the blurb below and yummy picture I posted to go along with it. This is how I picture my heroine.  Mistress V is no thin stick woman. She's a BBW and proud of it. Enjoy!  Oh don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps on the hop. Now off to check out the rest of the blogs.

                                                   

  Driven to the point of desperation by what

  they want, both Venus and Wyk turn to 

  Madame Evangeline in hopes of forgetting, 

  never suspecting the lovely Madame knows

  best…

  Venus Spinazzola-Navarro, better known 

  as Mistress “V” has been lusting after her 

  boss for longer than she can remember. 

  She wants him at her mercy, begging for 

  her touch, but when an off-handed 

  comment dashes her hopes, she turns to 

  the same match-making service her 

  cousin used. She’s going to drive her sexy 

  boss out of her dreams if it’s the last 

  thing she does.

  Chadwyk “Wyk” Havas has lived up his 

  father’s expectations as a “proud black 

  man’ for nearly his entire life, despite what 

  he wants. But when his sexy curvaceous 

  executive assistant has pushed him to his 

  limits, he gives in.  But before he’ll go 

  crawling to Venus on his hands and knees, 

  he needs to find out if he can submit to a 

  woman. He just never dreams the Domme 

  that Madame Eve sets him up with is actually 
  the woman he’s wanted all along.

Seven Sexy Paragraphs

(Also a tidbit on the set up of this snippet. Wyk is blindfolded and kneeling naked in front Venus who is sitting on settee)

“Yes, Mistress.” His response wasn’t the meekest she’d ever heard, but he seemed comfortable enough for a man in his position.

“Good. Before we start, do you have a safeword?” She swung her leg over the edge of settee.

“Ah...no. Do I need one?” He tipped his head.

“Yes. Never scene without one, slave. Until you can decide upon a personal one, why don’t we go with the word ‘red’? It’s a classic stop word that any Domme worth her salt will recognize and halt without question.”

He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

Shifting her weight forward, she studied him. “Limits. What boundaries will you not cross? If I told you I wanted to bind you, flog you, have you eat my pussy before I shove an anal plug up your tight ass, what would you say?” She studied him.

Wyk’s tongue peeked out to touch the top of his lip, before darting back in. His nostrils flared. “Where do I sign up, Mistress?” His chest expanded and between his thighs his cock filled until it lay thick with a slight curve against his stomach. She focused on his words to resist the urge to move to his side. She so wanted to cup the straining length.

©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.

#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.

#MySexySaturday {12}: Her Naughty Boy - WIP (adult snippet)

This week I decided to give  you seven paragraphs from my current WIP, Her Naughty Boy. (which means the snippet is totally unedited - so forgive any typos or grammatical errors!) This story is a Christmas tale of two friends that realize they may just be perfect for one another - well once Kyle, my hero, can convince his best friend, Lily, that he truly wants to be submissive to her. (Yep this is another FemDom story) :D 

In this snippet, we get an inside look inside Mistress Lily's mind and sexuality as she prepares for a good old fashioned bubble bath. Who says sexy has to come in pairs? Solo works just as well! (warning: this snippet is adult in nature) But if you enjoy the idea of toys, nipple clamps and a hotter than hell Domme, 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:

Entering the master bathroom, she set the beer on the counter and quickly stripped out of her work clothing. She eyed the shower stall, then turned to look at the large garden tub, complete with whirlpool jets sitting in the corner. A soft groan passed her lips. As tired as she was, she might as well kill two birds with one stone. Stepping up to her greatest weakness, she twisted the taps, then dumped a capful of her favorite non-foaming bath salts into tub, then twisted on the taps. 

As it filled, she moved over to the linen closet to pull out her secret stash. Hidden on the top shelf to keep her curious nieces and nephews from finding it when they visited their Aunt Lily, was a wooden chest. Pulling it down, she set it on her counter and took another swig of her beer before opening it. Pulling out a black zippered CD case, she opened it and flipped through several pages of shiny discs until she found the one she wanted. It only took a moment to shove the CD into discrete DVD player across from her tub. 

Returning to the chest, she selected one of her favorite toys – a slender waterproof rabbit vibrator. While pricy it had been one of the best investments she’d ever made, aside from her custom made single tail and flogger. Flicking the switch on, she checked to make sure the purple orgasm giver wouldn’t fail. The bright white light around the speed button assured her it was ready. Almost as ready as she was. By the time, she’d set down the vibrator and her favorite pair of nipple clamps on the edge of the now full steaming tub, she was dripping in anticipation. She needed to take the edge off – now! 

Slipping into the hot water, she shivered as an all-over shiver worked across her body as her body acclimated to the sudden heat. Leaning her head back against the thick tub pillow, she reached for the clamps and remote. A quick press of the play button started the movie. Sinking deeper into the tub, she sighed and her hands drifted to her nipples. On the screen, she watched as a Technicolor, HD version of herself crossed in front of the camera. Her voice rang out clearly as she approached the tall blond sub strapped to the pillory. From behind, he could easily pass for Kyle, which was why she’d chosen this particular video. 

As the video version of herself checked the bindings and readied herself for the upcoming flogging, Lily tweaked her nipples, prepping them for the clamps. Each squeeze sent jolts of pleasure down to her cunny. Along with her clit, her nipples were the key to making her orgasm long and hard. And that’s what she was after. A low hiss escaped her as she attached the first clamp. The sudden pinch-y feel surrounding her left nipple amped up her lust. 

By the time she’d attached the second clamp, her video self was taking up position behind the submissive. As the first lash of the flogger on the submissive’s back landed, she reached for the vibrator. “Damned naughty boy. Needs to be punished.” Her eyes drifted half shut as she slipped the now buzzing vibrator under the water. A surge of pleasure as she pressed the head of it against her clit radiated out from her sex to the rest of her. She gritted her teeth and moved the vibrating toy away from her hot spot. Too soon. She had to draw this out. Make it last until the submissive on the screen came. 

As the pleas from the TV grew in intensity, she circled her opening, teasing the hungry portal of her sex with light teasing brushes from the rabbit. Her breathing grew labored as her desire for more increased. Timing her strokes with the action on the scene, she allowed the fantasy to take her away. Gone was the nameless sub who’d paid her to flog him, in his place was Kyle, his back bare - marked with nothing more than slightly raised welts from her flogger. He was bucking against his bonds, refusing to give in. Tormenting them both with his defiance. Refusing to give in without a fight – until she proved that she was worthy of his submission. Until she could take him outside himself. Relieve him off all his worries until all he could focus on was the next lash of her flogger, the next deep breath which sent him closer to nirvana.

©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.