Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#SundaySnippet: Scott & Mariana V

It just occurred to me I haven’t posted on here since September. My bad. 


 Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


Snippet:

The air crackled with sexual intensity and Mariana felt her body aflame. She wanted Scott on top of her, behind her. She wanted him to fill her up with His hot come, pound her pussy for hours, and make her beg.

She could smell how wet her pussy was for him, a mixture of sweet and hot desire. Her cunt was throbbing to be fucked and her nipples were hard and aching for His mouth. Her body was His playground and He delighted in the ownership.

His body healed her soul. His lips gave life to hers. He owned her and in turn, she happily served Him in every possible way. She had an insatiable need to be fed and He gave her everything she wanted.

With her back against the pole, Mariana ground against it. She slid down to the floor and crossed her legs in the air, slightly opening them ajar to beckon Scott to come closer. She twisted her legs then opened them wide.

She continued to dance when she saw Scott move to the kitchen. He took out a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne and corked it open. He slowly walked back to Mariana and smiled at her as she spun around the pole. He took a swig of the champagne and offered her some, which she took.

As Mariana slid down the pole again with her legs open, Scott poured the champagne all over her nude body. She held her position just above the ground as Scott kneeled before her. He lifted her pussy to his mouth and began to lick her. His tongue was slow and deliberate, enjoying the taste of champagne and her personal flavor.

Scott held Mariana’s ass as he continued to taste her love. A wax job made her pussy bare and smooth, and Scott relished in the delight of it. He tasted every part of her from the outer lips to the slick inner ones. How wet she became and the way she contracted with every lick he made.

He explored her pussy as Mariana held on for dear life. They both knew he wouldn’t let her fall, but they also knew it was a new position they’ve tried. During their play sessions, Scott always made sure Mariana was safe. Whenever she wanted to stop, she knew what to do and everything came to a standstill.

She didn’t want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Mariana’s body betrayed her. She came hard and fast against her Master’s tongue. He let down her easy on the floor and quickly shed his clothing. His cock was already hard and jutted out. He laid down on top of Mariana and quickly entered her.

Mariana gasped at Him. He felt so full and thick inside of her. No matter how many times they made love, fucked, or played, it still felt like a new experience every time. Scott didn’t let Mariana rest; he thrust hard inside her begging pussy.

He gathered one of her legs and held it up as He fucked her with no mercy. Mariana screamed as Scott grunted. No promises. No dirty talk. Just pure, hard sex.

Mariana’s body lifted off the ground as she came. Scott quickly pulled out and shot all over her body; streams of hot come glossing her mahogany skin. He collapsed beside her and kissed her forehead.

“I love you more than life,” He quietly spoke.

Mariana sensed the change in Scott’s tone and knew playtime was over. “I love you more than anything.”

“Sir?” Dove spoke.

Scott redirected his attention back to the present as the memory dissipated. He softly clapped as the pole dancers finished their performance. “Sorry about that.” He took a swig of champagne. “My mind was elsewhere for a moment.”

V

Scott and Mariana V will be out this month.

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#TeaserTuesday: Unravel Me

Blurb: 

Sometimes people need to go back when it all started…

Mariana Harlow knows she needs to work on rebuilding the trust within her boyfriend, after a steamy photo shoot with his nemesis. She knows just the thing that would help him trust her, but she wonders if a fantasy she has might cause irreversible damage to them both.

Scott Reed is considered to be one of the best Doms in the world, often referred to as the Gentleman Dom. Upon reconciling with his girlfriend, they put a stop on all BDSM play until they could sort out their relationship. When Mariana brings up a peculiar fantasy of hers, Scott wonders if her previous hard limit is a sign of something else brewing between them.

Every relationship has its limits. What is theirs?

Unravel Me is a short erotic novella that deals with trust, BDSM, and if love can truly conquer all.


Unedited Snippet: 

It was the first thing he saw when he entered the room: Mariana in a tight, shirtless embrace with Caleb.

Scott felt his nostrils flare up and his heart rate speed to uncomfortable levels. America’s Pariah was holding his girlfriend. At that moment, Scott could honestly say why he understood the need for an AR-15.

When Mariana dated other men during their breakups, Scott never paid them any mind for he knew they weren’t going to last long. Caleb represented everything to Mariana and her newfound activism that Scott still wasn’t sure how he felt about. It was one thing if she protested outside of work; it was another thing if the activism came to his desk.

Maybe Carl Thomas was on to something when he sang how he wished he never met her. “What’s the issue?” Scott asked.

“The advertising of this ad,” Mike kept flipping through photos. Some sexier than others, but all pretty spicy. “We need to market to an adult audience, but we need to make it clear it’s not porno.”

“Cut the ad to just when you see their collarbones.” Scott went over to the computer and trimmed the ad. “There you have Mariana’s and Caleb’s faces – along with their hair –front and center, which is what the ad is focused on. If you want to do an ad for the body butter….” Scott switch it to a different photo with Mariana’s legs wrapped around Caleb’s waist as he embraced her. He felt the anger boiling inside of him. “…this would be a great one to use on Instagram and Twitter. You would need to do the campaign before the ad airs during the SuperBowl. Have it be revealing little by little, use the power of social media. Once the ad airs, it’s all everyone will talk about. Let’s use this to our advantage.”

“And this is why you make big bucks, kid!” Rich laughed and clapped his hands. “This is brilliant.” He turned to Chris and Mariana. “Do you agree?”

“Yes, I love it.” Chris clamored. “What about you, Mariana? Do you like it since you’re the star of the ad?”

Mariana noticed Scott never once looked in her direction. She knew they were trying to keep things professional and private at work, but she couldn’t help but to feel the silent anger coming from him. “I think it’s brilliant.”

“Good,” Scott took a silent, deep breath, “Mariana, do you have a boyfriend?”

Was that a trick question? Mariana chewed on her lips and briefly contemplated her answer. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I have to admit if I had a girlfriend who did an ad like that I would’ve been more pissed than a motherfucker.” Scott still didn’t look in her direction. “Kudos to your boyfriend, Mariana, for being calm about this and not making a fuss, though I’m sure he wanted to. He deserves everything you give to him with no questions asked.”

The message was louder than a sonic boom and Mariana felt it on a spiritual level. “He’s an amazing man.”


 

Okay, seriously this time, it’ll be out next Tuesday. Check back on the blog for cover reveal and first chapter exclusive.

Posted in News & Updates, S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#FlashFriday: Unravel Me

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Sometimes people need to go back when it all started…

Mariana Harlow knows she needs to work on rebuilding the trust within her boyfriend, after a steamy photo shoot with his nemesis. She knows just the thing that would help him trust her, but she wonders if a fantasy she has might cause irreversible damage to them both.

Scott Reed is considered to be one of the best Doms in the world, often referred to as the Gentleman Dom. Upon reconciling with his girlfriend, they put a stop on all BDSM play until they could sort out their relationship. When Mariana brings up a peculiar fantasy of hers, Scott wonders if her previous hard limit is the sign of something else brewing between them.

Every relationship has its limits. What is theirs?

Unravel Me is a short erotic novella that deals with trust, BDSM, and if love can truly conquer all.


 

Unedited Snippet:

“Everything was fine between us until Mr. Kneeling came into the picture.” Scott tightened his lips. “After that, it’s been a struggle.”

“Mr. Kneeling?” Dr. Burton asked. “Caleb Kelly?”

“He’s the one that started that ridiculous bullshit so yes, him.” Scott’s voice was clipped.

“I thought you and Caleb had an understanding why he’s kneeling?” Dr. Burton scrolled through her notes.

“Just because I understand something, it doesn’t mean I agree with it.” He defended. “There are many other ways to protest police brutality without disrespecting the flag.”

“You admitted yourself, Scott, America had a lot of work to do when it came to acknowledging and recognizing the struggles of all. We still have a lot of work to do and many marginalized communities are still in peril. Wouldn’t protesting the flag, a symbol that everyone is free and treated equal, a symbol of that?”

“So, what’s the point of having elections to put people in office to represent our voices and interests? What’s the point of all of these groups working overtime so those marginalized can have a fighting chance?” Scott felt his anger quiver and he gripped the rock tighter. “What is the point of doing all of that if all I can do is just kneel in front of a flag?”

“Your anger isn’t about Caleb kneeling in front of the flag,” Dr. Burton met Scott’s tone, “your anger is about the ad Caleb did with Mariana. It bothers you she finds Caleb attractive.”

“Mariana finds a lot of men attractive. She constantly talks about how hot this actor and this singer are.” He glanced down at the rock he held. It read patience. “I don’t care. I never said I’m the only one she should be attracted to.”

“But it’s Caleb, specifically that bothers you?” Dr. Burton pressed. “If it was another actor or singer, you wouldn’t care because it wouldn’t be someone you interact a lot with.”

“I interact a lot with Dean Winchester and I don’t care that Mariana finds him attractive.” He defended. “She was jumping over joy in seeing Dean and his wife, Sydney, have sex in front of us.”

“But Dean Winchester is a white man who supports Caleb’s protest, though he hasn’t done it himself.” Dr. Burton replied. “Scott, be real with me…is the real reason you don’t like Caleb Kelly is because you wish you were him?”

Scott gave a contrite smile. “Couldn’t one say the same thing to him? I’m the antithesis and everything what’s wrong with this country according to him and those who think like him. Everyone wants to be a social justice warrior behind the computer screen, create memes, quote real leaders who did the work, but no one wants to do the same. I say it goes both ways. If anyone thinks I wish I were him, it can easily be said he wishes he could be me.” His eyes gleamed. “Hasn’t it been said that straight black men are the white people of black people?”


 

Unravel Me will be out sometime this month.

Caleb Kelly appears in the State of Affairs series.

For the article that inspired that scene, click here.

Posted in New Adult Romances, The D'Amato Brothers series

#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III

“I need to learn how to deep throat but I’m daunted by Ian’s size,” I begin, “each time I try to go deeper, I end up gagging.”

“You need to learn how to relax,” Zerrin’s voice was smooth as melted butter on a warm biscuit, “it’s not a race to the finish. It’s like eating a lollipop when you were little. You didn’t rush to finish it. You wanted to enjoy it as much as you could, right?”

She’s right. The difference is, however, I only dealt with Tootsie Pops. I never had to deal with one the size of a cucumber. “I guess I need to watch more porn and get an idea.”

“Porn helps,” Zerrin nods, “but I think watching another couple will also help you.” She softly blinks at me.

Is she…? Am I going to…? Oh shit… “Huh?”

“I need to ask Sir if it’s okay with Him, but I don’t see why He would turn down a teaching moment.” She softly smiles. “Would you and Ian be okay watching us?”

My mouth felt cottony and I swallowed a few times. Zerrin is the epitome of God Herself with her long braids, dark skin, and thick but toned body. Nick, with his Mediterranean devilish looks and muscular frame, would make any woman drop to her knees.

And I get to watch them fuck? Oh hell yeah! “I wouldn’t mind. I doubt Ian would, either.” I quietly reply though I’m totally marking the hell out inside.

“It’ll be intense,” she quietly poured the tea, “you might have to watch us a few times to get the idea of what it’s like being a submissive to a Dom. It’s nothing like you’ve read in the books and seen in the movies. There’s a lot of power exchange that has nothing to do with sex. In fact, sex is a very small part of it.”

It sounds intriguing, I’ll silently admit. It still sounds very daunting. “I get the feeling this wouldn’t be the first time Ian has participated in BDSM.”

Zerrin softly chuckles and places petite fours on small plates for us. “What has Ian told you about his past?”

I slightly shrug. “The generic. Many partners, threesomes, he’s dabbled in BDSM.”

Zerrin’s eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Dabbled, huh?”

My eyebrows rise. Oh? “He lied about his BDSM involvement?”

“This is probably not my place to say but I’m willing to take the punishment because I’m looking out for your best interest,” Zerrin hands me the plate of treats, “Ian’s considered one of the best Doms in the world, Dominique. If you want to get technical with it, he’ll be considered within the top five.”

If I wasn’t sitting down, I would’ve fell off any seat. The top five? Oh Em Gee.

It explains why Ian didn’t tell go into great detail about his sexual history. He probably didn’t want to scare me. To be honest, I might have been a bit intimidated but I think I would’ve gladly gone along for his hard and thick ride. When I am not horny?

So much I want to ask. So much I want to explore! I loved it when Ian tied my hands behind my back as he fucked me from behind. I loved it when he slapped my ass. I love he wants to teach me more things about my body.

I want him to pull my hair, lightly choke me, tie me up, spank me until my ass is nice and pink, and force-feed me his cock until I gag. I want him to take me to the brink of an orgasm, only to deny me of it because I need to be taught a lesson. I want to watch more couples. I want other couples to watch us.

Okay, I think I need to change my name from Domi to Horny because apparently, this is a new me.

As all of this is running through my mind, I politely take a bite of one of the petit fours and softly chew it as the chocolate cream melts in my mouth. “Oh, I see.”


 

Saint Nick returns…

The yet-to be titled third book in the Feeling Some Type of Way series will be out in a few weeks. It’ll be available everywhere.

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

Stronger than Pride is NOW Available! #romance #contemporary #bwwm #diversebooks

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Blurb:

When it comes to All Lives Matter, the issue isn’t just black and white.

Mariana Harlow is given the project of a lifetime – managing the PR and social media accounts of controversial quarterback Caleb Kelly. When Caleb and Mariana become too close to each other, it presents an issue with Mariana’s boss/boyfriend.

Scott Reed doesn’t like to get involved with anything political for his sanity. His mentors want to employ Mariana for a special project of theirs, and Scott doesn’t object. When the project becomes bigger than everyone involved, Scott begins to question if he’s the only sane person he knows.

All is fair in love, sex, and politics.

Stronger than Pride is a crossover Scott and Mariana/State of Affairs standalone book. It deals with trust, race relations, political aspirations, and if love can trump hate.

Available NOW at Amazon

and Smashwords

Coming soon on iTunes, Kobo, and select local libraries.

To read the first three chapters, click here.

Thank you for all of your support! Please leave a review! xoxoxo

Posted in BDSM, erotica, fiction, S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#FlashbackFriday: S&M IV

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“Mari?” She heard His Southern drawl. “Come here, please.”

She logged out of her accounts and shut the computer down. She tried to wipe the smirk off her face as the butterflies danced in her stomach. She wondered what He was going to do to her. Was He going to take her on His desk? His sofa? Was He going to restrain her? Her mind went back and forth on what He wanted to do and what was actually going to occur.

Whatever she was feeling inside, she contained it outside. She made careful strides in her high heels and eyes downcast as she’d been instructed. Only look up at Master when He instructed.

When she arrived at His office, she made a beeline to Him and kneeled before Sir. Her eyes remained downcast and she used the time to calm her mind and clear her thoughts. Her only focus was on Him and only Him. She didn’t need to be worrying about school, dinner, or other nonsensical things at the moment. If she did, Sir would immediately notice and that would be the end of the scene. She slowly breathed fresh air through her lungs and out of her nostrils. Within seconds, she felt immediately better.

She felt a strong hand pat her head and a smile grew on her face. He was pleased she was there and that made her heart sing. It didn’t matter if He didn’t speak to her for the rest of the night or they didn’t participate in a scene at all. The fact she was available for Him, and He wanted her there, pleased her to no end.

Some women couldn’t understand why any sane woman would want to be a submissive and serve her Master. They were in love with the kinky sex idea but not the service and submission. They wouldn’t understand why she wanted Him to make all of her life decisions. They refuse to comprehend why she needed Him to show her guidance. They flat-out refused to entertain the thought she took care of any household needs while He handled all business affairs for them both. Mariana didn’t have time to explain to anyone who didn’t want to know the Lifestyle or simply couldn’t understand it. All she knew, all she wanted, was Master. No one would do – ever.

“Stand up,” He quietly spoke.

Mariana stood up but kept her eyes downcast. Master didn’t tell specifically to look at Him and she didn’t want to disobey Him.

“Undress,” He ordered.

She didn’t question if He wanted her down to her undergarments or completely naked; she knew exactly what it was. It was protocol she had to follow and she took explicit care to make sure she did it in the right order. First, she slid off her shoes and carefully placed them in a nearby corner. She removed her slacks and neatly folded them before putting them in a chair. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and that was when she made eye contact with Master for the first time.

She saw the fire burning in His eyes and a slow nod of His head as a tongue darted His lips. He enjoyed the show without vocalizing it. Once her shirt was unbuttoned, she slowly removed the material and folded it nice and neat, setting it on top of the slacks. Her bra and panties came off next and they too were also neatly folded.

She walked back to the corner where she kept the shoes. It was an intentionally short distance. Master wanted to see her ass jiggle as she walked and she willingly obliged His request. They both knew she belonged to Him and she wanted to show off just for Him. She bent over to slide on the shoes and walked slowly back to Him, dragging her hips with each step.

She finally stopped in of Him. Her arms were to her side and she stood straight up, perfect posture. She simply awaited His next instruction.

It felt like minutes before Master acted, but it was really just a few seconds. He wanted to admire the beauty of her nakedness. The way her breasts looked like perfect tear drops. Her toned stomach. Her caramel skin that glistened under the moonlight. Her long legs that wrapped so nicely around His waist.

She was a goddess and only belonged to Him.


 

I purposely chose this scene because they were going to be the third couple in Cuffing Season.

S&M will return at a date TBA.

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#ThrowbackThursday: S&M IV #nook #kindle #ebook

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Scott felt a chilly front from his ex and it was colder than the air conditioner in his car. “So why are you still mad at me?”

Really? Mariana folded her arms and concentrated on the outside view. “Let’s not go there.”

“Oh,” Scott softly replied, “I touched a nerve.”

“After everything you have done to me…” She muttered. “I bet your favorite song is ‘Wake Up Alone.’”

“Actually it’s 99 Problems,” he retorted, “followed by my new favorite, ‘Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe.’” Scott pulled over to an empty parking lot and parked the car. He turned off the engine and got out of the car. Mariana promptly followed. “Let it all out,” He gesticulated.

“You implied you cheated on me and you didn’t give me a straight answer,” she chose her words carefully, “so while you might be telling the truth about Sarah, you never said Erin was lying. That’s why I don’t like you.”

Scott looked into the windows of Mariana’s soul. “That’s rich.”

Mariana saw the bait Scott laid out and ate it. “How?”

“I caught you on a date with Bernard but yet the thought of me being unfaithful to you somehow got you shook,” his voice was calm as if they were discussing the weather. “I never cheated on you, by the way. Thank you for the trust in me.”

“It wasn’t a date,” she defended, “and I explained that already.”

“It was a date and your deer in the headlights look when I caught you two explained everything,” he replied, “and yet you’re going out to lunch with me?”

“Free lunch and you’re buying,” she countered, “I would be stupid to turn that down.”

“You didn’t have to come at all, you know this.” He slightly raised his voice. “You could’ve hung up on me.”

“And you would’ve called and called until I spoke to you,” she met his glance, “am I right?”

“I know my limits, Mari,” he shrugged, “believe it or not, when a woman says no, I do listen.”

“Is that right?” She smirked.

“Have you actually said no to me?” He asked. He waited a few moments and Mariana’s silence was deafening. “I thought so.”

“I can say no in different ways without actually saying it,” Mariana thought of their BDSM play. She’d only muttered the word red once and Scott firmly stopped. “So yes, I have said no to you.”

“I can turn around now and take you back to work,” his voice was rife with irritation, “I didn’t offer to take you out just to argue on how big of an asshole I am. We both know I am.”

“You want to know why I’m pissed off at you, Scott?” She yelled.

“Please?” He yelled back.

“I’m pissed because you left me high and dry, not once but fucking twice! Come to think of it, you did that our entire fucking relationship! When I finally get back on my feet, you sweep in like you’re a fucking white knight and then you disappear like you’re fucking Casper the Asshole Ghost! And you do this repeatedly; you keep stringing me along without stating exactly what it is that you want. And then you helped me to get a job that I don’t even want and once again, there goes Scott the Almighty doing something for Mariana the Weakling! I hate you and you can kiss my Black ass! Fuck you and your fucking White privilege!”

“Me and my fucking White privilege helped your Black ass a lot, didn’t it?” He sharply replied. “I did things for you because you deserve it, not because I expected anything in return. You could’ve turned down the Molina & Prior position. You could’ve declined every motherfucking gift I have ever given you. I don’t see you writing a check for – how much money was in your account, again? – oh, that’s right…for the fucking fifty thousand I had given you. So fuck me? No, Mariana, fuck you!


 

This is still one of my favorite scenes in the series.

S&M IV, Part 1 is available now.

S&M IV, Part 2 will be out next year.

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#ThrowbackThursday: S&M II

S&M II
SELF-PROMOTION! SELF-PROMOTION! SELF-PROMOTION!

If Mariana wanted to leave, now was her chance. Scott wasn’t playing when he told her he was giving her an out. “And what happens if I do?”

“Our relationship goes back to being professional and I will treat it as such. It would be as if what happened a month ago never took place.”

“And if I stay?”

He circled the wine glass with an index finger. “We just have to see what happens, don’t we?”

Mariana thought long and hard about her answer. Scott wasn’t promising her anything but multiple orgasms. If that was all she was going to get from him, she’ll accept it. Mariana found herself surprisingly cautious. He was what she wanted wasn’t he?

But if Scott wanted to pursue anything with Mariana, there were some ground rules first. “What happened a month ago, I don’t regret. However, you can’t disappear and reappear whenever the mood suits you. If that’s how it going to be, we’re ending it tonight and I’ll act like shit never took place.”

Scott loved her tenacity. “That’s fair and I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.”

“Good.” Mariana finished her wine. Not only was it a truth serum but she grew a set of invisible balls at the same time. She was officially drunk and was in no condition to drive. She had a feeling that was Scott’s intention with the wine. “I guess I’m staying.”

“Good to know,” Scott stood up and walked behind the sofa. He retrieved three packages – small, medium, and large – and placed them in front of Mariana on the dining room table. “Open them.”

Mariana looked at the packages. “What are these?”

“If you would open them, you’ll find out.” He deadpanned. “Open the large one, then the small one, then the medium one. It’ll all make sense if you do it in that order.”

Mariana reached over to open the large package. She tore open the gift-wrapping like if it was Christmas. She stared down at the contents of the box. They were glittered open-toed Christian Louboutins. “I hope I got the size right.” Scott sipped his wine.

“How did you…” Mariana stopped. Scott must’ve seen her shoe size from a month ago. He remembered?

“Open your next gift, baby.” He motioned to the small package.

Mariana set aside the high heels and opened the wrapping on the small box. Her mouth dropped to the floor once she recognized the pale blue Tiffany & Co. was known for. She carefully undid the satin wrapping and opened the box. Staring back at her was a pair of heart-shaped diamond earrings. “Scott, I can’t…I can’t accept this.”

“Okay,” He sipped his wine, “I’ll take them back.”

“No!” Mariana almost shouted to Scott’s amusement. “I meant…these are really expensive and you barely know me.”

“I know you well enough to know you deserve them. If I gave you those gifts as your boss, you wouldn’t hesitate to take them.” He pointed out.

“So that begs the question,” Mariana took a sip of wine to prepare herself for rejection, “what are you giving me these gifts as?”

The word boyfriend was stuck in Scott’s throat. He didn’t want to call himself that despite the fact it was exactly what he was. A man doesn’t spend thousands of dollars on just a female friend. “Your lover.”

Mariana knew he wanted to say boyfriend but she would accept it anyways. “That works.”

“If it will make you feel better, the last gift only cost five dollars,” he smiled, “open it.”

Mariana hurriedly opened the last gift. It was a yellow satin wrap. She looked inside the box to see if it was covering something more expensive but that was all there was to it. For some reason, Mariana felt cheated. “What? What’s this?”

Scott got up from his chair and walked over to his girlfriend. He gestured her to stand up and he stood behind her. “The satin wrap goes around your eyes,” He explained, “what you have there is an ensemble and all you’ll be wearing for the rest of the night. I suggest you hurry up and change. It’s been a month since I last had sex and quite frankly, I’m getting impatient.”


Fun fact: I picked out that cover but it didn’t match anything I had written inside the book so I created the scene above so it would match the cover. Neat, huh? I did that with one other story – can you guess what it is? I’ll give you a hint – same subject matter.

I’ve been in a Scott Reed state of mind lately. Not sure what that means. Hmmm….

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana), The D'Amato Brothers series, V-Spots

#ThrowbackThursday: Yes, Master #bdsm #erotica #nook #kindle

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Krista took a sip. She recognized it as a sweet wine but not the liquor store moscato that she had come to know. She quickly preferred what Saint Nick gave her than what she was used to. “Thank you. It’s delicious.”

“A friend of mine owns a winery and he often brings me a sample wine to taste.” He led her to the sofas and sat at a comfortable distance from her. “So I figured tonight was a good occasion to test drive one of them. It’s a bit sweet for me but I thought you might like it.”

“I do, Master.” She nodded and took another sip. “May I ask why the sudden visit tonight?”

“I want to say I’m pleased that you followed the task and didn’t question or debate anything. Though I would’ve liked to have read a bit more assessment of each object, I am pleased with what you did send Me.” Nick grinned. “The purpose of it was to see if you know what you like and if you were open to experiment with different objects inside of you.”

Krista’s mind went a mile a minute trying to figure out if the assessment was Nick foreseeing the future when He would share her with Master Scott. She tightly closed her legs and crossed them in hopes to stop the fluttering of her clit. “Oh?”

“You said you were pretty open in the contract,” Nick’s eyes flickered over to her, “that is, if you thoroughly read the contract.”

“I read it,” Krista half-lied. The contract was six pages long and she was in no hurry to read all of it. She read the important parts and felt that was good enough. “I just didn’t think you were going to implement the rules now.”

“The moment you said you wanted the both of Us, that was when the rules began,” He corrected. “For example, tonight you have another assignment I want you to complete.”

Krista knew there was a catch. There was no way Saint Nick would bring her over just for wine and conversation because He was a nice guy. With Master Scott sending a car over for her, He was somehow involved with the task. Without even saying a word or hinting about what was going to happen, both men whetted her appetite. “Yes, Master?”

Another man appeared from upstairs, followed by Stacey and Whitney. The man had long, ebony hair, eyes that alternated between a silver and bluish color, and a strong, muscular build. He had rich almond skin that was covered in two full sleeves.

“This is my friend, Roman. He’s the one that owns the winery. He just also happens to be a Dom in His own right.” Nick introduced the pair. “With Master Scott’s enthusiastic permission, you are to service Master Roman. And when I say service, I mean I want to see you suck His cock.”

Krista almost choked on the gulp of wine in her mouth. “What?”

“Master Scott doesn’t want to pay to fly you out to L.A. and you can’t suck His dick. I agree with His reasoning. I also don’t want to spend more time teaching you by practicing on Me when I have two submissives who don’t have that issue.” Almost on cue, Stacey and Whitney flanked Saint Nick’s legs and sat down, resting their heads on His knees. “So tonight, you’re going to suck off Master Roman.”

“In front of You, Master?” Krista asked.

“In front of all of us,” Nick clarified. He took another sip of His wine and lightly smacked His lips. “If that’s a problem, you can go home. The car is outside waiting to take you back to the salon.”

Krista was getting more than a little tired than Saint Nick’s dismissal of her whenever she questioned a task. Though she understood His reasoning – He didn’t want to waste time on someone who still was unsure about being in the Lifestyle – she wished He had just a bit more faith in her.

He does have faith in me. He invited me to His home. How many women have actually been here? Krista gulped the last of her wine and wiped her lips. She looked up at Roman, who gave her the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen. “I’m ready, Master.”

“Good. Let’s get started.” Saint Nick snapped His fingers twice. Stacey and Whitney got up from the floor and sat next to Him on the sofa. Stacey sensually kissed Nick while Whitney unbuckled His jeans and pulled out His impressive cock. “Focus on Master Roman. I’ll be watching you.”

Krista’s eyes widened. Was she invited to an orgy? What was going on? She refocused her attention to Master Roman. She noticed Master was kind enough to put a soft pillow on the floor. She kneeled down and quickly unbuckled His belt. She unzipped Him and pulled out His cock. He was already hard and rigid.

It was the color of rich cinnamon and smelled of spicy musk. A little pre-cum already moistened the mushroom tip and Krista licked her lips in anticipation. She licked the underside of it and then suckled on the tip. She used long, sucking motions and added her hands in a twisting effect.

“Mmm…that’s good, Sugar.” Master Roman groaned. He stared down at Krista as she pleased Him, wrapping her hair in His hands. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth as she continued to please Him.

Krista never had a man fuck her mouth before and it felt hot. She felt her pussy contracting with each thrust and her panties dampen with need. Between Saint Nick and His submissives watching her as they pleased Him, and Master Roman fucking her mouth, Krista was on sensory overload.

Master Roman pumped a few more times in Krista’s mouth before He emptied inside her. Krista quickly swallowed His essence before He helped her stand and kissed her lips. “You did very well, Sugar.” He winked at her. “Now watch what Whitney does. You’ll be performing that on Master Scott.”

Krista leaned against Roman and He wrapped His muscular arms around her body. Her eyes widened once again as she watched Whitney swallow Saint Nick. She licked around the head and twirled her tongue around the hardened smoothness of His shaft. Then she took Him whole into her willing mouth. The entire length of Him disappeared as she was deep-throating Him over and over and only the soft hair around the base of His cock appeared. Whitney didn’t seem to struggle or gasp for air as she took Saint Nick’s cock repeatedly. Nick let out a sharp hiss and His entire body moved in a fluid motion to match Whitney’s sucking.

Whitney made it seem so effortless.

She went down a few more times and the last one, Saint Nick emptied inside her. He moaned and breathed heavily while Stacey massaged His balls and kissed Him.

“Your lesson for this week is you’re going to learn how to deep throat. It’ll take time since you’ll never done it before. After you think you’ve learned enough, we’ll meet again and you will perform on Me before you go to see Master Scott next week.” Nick’s voice was quiet and still as if what just transpired was merely a figment in Krista’s imagination.

“Thank you, Master.” She nodded.

“You’re dismissed for the night. Study up.” Nick rubbed the shoulders of His submissives. “Your test is in a few days.”

 


 

I should note Roman in this story is the same Roman in the Breakaway series. Still debating how badly I actually want to do another BDSM book (the last book in the Scott and Mariana series probably won’t have graphic details. In other words, hardly any sex in it. Of course, I say this now but the book won’t be out for at least another year and my mind might change.)

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“Master,” Mariana appeared at the doorway, “I’m finished.”

“Good,” Scott got up and walked over to the dining room with Mariana in tow. In perfect handwriting, she completed her task. “Two hundred and fifty times?”

“Two hundred and fifty times, Master,” Mariana nodded.

“Good,” Scott nodded. He turned his attention to Mariana. “You accepted the proper punishment in stride. I hoped you learned your lesson.”

“I did, Master,” Mariana nodded.

“Very well,” Scott nodded before He went back to the bedroom.

Mariana knew better than to follow her Master. Whenever He wanted to do a scene, she remained still where she was so He could set it up. She wondered what He was up to and what was going to take place. All she knew was whatever her Master had in mind, it was going to be an unforgettable night for them both.

“Naked. Now.” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the home.

Mariana removed her clothes as if she were allergic to them. She couldn’t get them off fast enough. She left her shoes on and waited for the next direction. No matter what He told her to do, no matter what was required of her, Mariana was going to obey every single word her Master said to her that night.

Scott walked back to the living room. He was still fully dressed. He grabbed a chair from the dining room and briefly examined Mariana’s body. “Take off your shoes,” He ordered before heading back to the bedroom once again.

Mariana slid off her shoes and wondered what was going on. Her Master always demanded she leave her shoes on during their play scenes. It was a first to take them off. She stood bare and vulnerable in the living room. He was distant, almost cold, towards her. She felt horrible about betraying His trust.

“My pet, I’m ready for you,” He called out to her.

Mariana quickly walked to Scott’s bedroom and didn’t see Him. She saw the bathroom light was on and she went in there. In the middle of the large bathroom was the dining room chair. It was completely covered in plastic. It was being held down by four chains on the legs. Scott had already removed His shirt and He was walking around the chair, making sure it was sturdy.

Once it was to His satisfaction, He turned His attention to Mariana. “Squat on the chair. Grip it as hard as you can,” He ordered.

Mariana walked over to the chair. She squatted on the seat, bending over to expose her ass. “Good girl,” Scott commented. He tied her ankles to the chair legs and her hands to the back of the chair. Mariana was stuck on the chair for however long Scott wanted her to be there.

She felt the light tap of a riding crop on her ass. Her Master tapped her ass with His toy of choice so Mariana was aware what implement He was going to use on her. She slightly nodded in acceptance and then waited. The first blow was always the most shocking, no matter how many times it had been done to her.

The first swat was surprising and stung a little. The second swat heightened the intensity of the first one. The third swat made Mariana smile. Ooh, how she loved the way Master spanked her. Her slit became moist again and she curled her toes. She wanted Him. She heard the buzzing of a vibrator and a slow smile formed on Mariana’s face. She wondered what vibrator He was going to use on her. He had an arsenal of them and her Master had used a few of them already on her.

“So this is your new favorite toy, huh?” Scott pressed the Hitachi against Mariana’s folds. The intense buzzing sent shockwaves through her being, from her spine to her core to her feet. Her toes curled once again, and Mariana gripped the chair tightly. “I wonder if you’ll still like it after tonight.” Scott instructed. “What’s my name?”

“Scott,” Mariana moaned.

“What’s my name?” Scott repeated.

“Ma…Master,” Mariana stuttered.

“Good girl,” Scott moved the vibrator to Mariana’s pearl. She began to writhe beneath it. “You move again, and I’ll stop doing it. You need my permission to cum.”

Mariana let out a deep breath. She couldn’t see what her Master was doing, how serious His eyes were. She only imagined them on her, studying her reaction. How intense and determined they were. He was testing, teasing her…wanting her to open more to Him. Give Him everything she was capable of. He wanted not just her body, but her soul, her mind, her energy, her love. Scott wanted all of Mariana, and she was going to give it to Him.

She felt the first coils of an orgasm approaching and she needed to release. She felt her pussy involuntarily contract, aching for that sweet gift. “May I cum, please?”

“No,” He barked.

“May I cum please?”

Scott firmly pressed the Hitachi on Mariana’s pearl and held it steady. “No, you disobeyed Me.”

Mariana gasped and gripped the chair harder. She swallowed several times, hoping that would somehow hold off the impending orgasm. But her Master was teaching her a lesson. A slow, torturous lesson. She disrespected His commands, His wishes, and His needs. He was going to make sure Mariana would never forget this night. “Please? Please?” she begged.

“No, I’m not sure if you know to follow instructions.”

Mariana felt how slick she was becoming and her wetness formed a small pool beneath her. Her muscles became to spasm on their own and her toes were permanently curled. “Please, Master…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…Your submissive begs for Your forgiveness. Please, please, can I cum?” She begged.

Scott was satisfied with Mariana’s apology. “Okay, you can cum.”

The orgasm shot through her body, touching all of her senses. Her Master fed her hungry clit, and when she finally released, Mariana cried out her Master’s name and came all over the chair. She was soaring high, so high, and felt delirious.

Scott walked over to Mariana and squatted in front of her. Her eyes were heavy and half-opened. Her lips were pursed together and she breathed hard. “Where are you?” He quietly asked her.

Mariana wanted to continue. Her mind wanted one more reward, one more experience. But her body was exhausted. She had been brought to her limit and couldn’t continue, no matter how much she wanted to.

Exhausted, Mariana uttered that fateful word she never thought she would say: “Red.”

Scott kissed Mariana’s forehead and walked behind her. He untied her wrists and ankles. He cradled her body and carried her back to his bedroom. He gently massaged her body before covering her up with the blankets.

He looked at his submissive girlfriend one last time and watched her drift deeper into sleep. He then turned off the light and exited the bedroom.

He was proud of her.


 

Looking back at this, I’m going to miss writing erotica/erotic romance. I was pretty good at it. 🙂

Discipline is available now.

The last book in the S&M series will be out in 2017.