More than a teaser - the prologue from The Society Series, book 4, Vanished!

Just as I might never have published at all had it not been for the man who's memory this book is dedicated to, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere as a published author without awesome readers like you!  I was just sitting here, thinking about that, and thought, 'Ya know what?  I ought to post something longer from one of the books.'  As I'm working my way through the as-yet-untitled fifth book in the series, this seemed appropriate.  I'd love to hear what you have to say!

In contrast to the drive to The Manor, the two hour drive home seemed to fly by, and before I knew it we were pulling up in front of the house. I had been gone so long that it was almost like I was seeing it for the first time. The fact that Sean was indeed seeing it for the first time only furthered this feeling.

“So this is home.” Sean said, gazing up at the house as I walked around the Jeep to stand next to him.

“Yes, it is.” I replied with a little smile.

“American Queen Anne. It suits ye, little girl.”

I turned and gave him a surprised look.

“How did you know that?” I asked.

“I guess I've never had reason to tell ya. I've a degree in architecture.”

“Well, in that case you're really going to love this place! Would you like the grand tour?”

The slaves Francis was lending me had already arrived and Derek was busy seeing that everything was brought inside and put where it needed to go. He nodded in greeting and we headed up the stone path to the covered porch that spanned the front of the house and wrapped around the left side. I pulled open the heavy front door, admiring the refinished stained glass panel, and we stepped in to the large foyer. The twelve foot, dark wood paneled ceiling had been refinished, as had the matching panels on the walls and the cream marble floor polished to a high shine. All of the dark wood in the room might have been too much if it hadn't been for the cream color on the walls in between.

The large staircase was a brilliant mahogany, the deep red carpet running up the middle and covering the small landing unchanged. We stepped through the sliding panel doors to the left – something I'd had replaced – and in to a parlor that could have been right out of a history book. My eyes went wide and Sean let out a low whistle.

“Ye must've had an incredible designer, lass. This has been beautifully restored.”

“What I had was a crew of workers that could follow detailed instructions. I did the design plans myself.”

“I'm impressed.”

Though my household colors were black, burgundy and gold, the room was decorated mostly in green and gold to match the window seat cushion and the oriental style carpet set in the floor. The drapes were the same green and gold brocade as the cushion, and the Queen Anne couch and chair set I had found had been reupholstered in a deep green with gold accents. The fireplace had needed no work.

Across the foyer on the other side was the formal dining room, which had been left as I had found it, with dark wood wainscoting and a striped gold wallpaper above it. A small gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room and again there was a fireplace on the far wall. A long mahogany dining table sat in the middle of the room and the matching chairs had cushions covered with black and gold brocade.

Going through a doorway off to the left of the staircase at the back of the room, we entered a small hallway with a half-bathroom off to one side. It lead to the kitchen in the back of the house, which was large and airy with windows on each wall framed in antique lace curtains. The walls had been painted a sage green and the floor was hardwood now instead of tile.

The cabinets were a natural oak, counter tops a black granite. There was a round, rustic wood table with matching chairs, an electric oven with a gas range, a very large refrigerator and a dishwasher. All of these had wood facades that matched the cabinets to make them blend in. Off of the kitchen was a small butler's pantry that opened in to the dining room on the other side with charming little white cabinets on either side of the room and a pull out tray for resting dishes before serving them.

Going back in to the foyer, we went up the stairs to the second floor. It opened in to a good sized, long hall way with the same carpet running from one end to the other. On the far end to the right, taking up one side of the house from front to back was the master bedroom and off of that through French doors a lovely little porch with brick railing topped with wrought iron. There was a fireplace on one wall and polished dark wood flooring. The walls had been redone in the same wallpaper as the dining room above the new chair rail, and below that was a gold and burgundy print. A door had been cut in the wall to give access to a smaller room next door that had been remodeled in to a large master bath where as the door to the original bath had been plastered over and a door cut in to it from the hall way. Across from the fireplace was a king size oak canopy bed draped with gold and burgundy curtains. The room also had matching dressers and a black velvet covered love seat next to a floor to ceiling book shelf. A flat panel TV had been hung over the fireplace so that we could watch from either the bed or the couch.

“So, this is our room, isn't it lass.” He said as he looked around.

“Yes, it is. What do you think of it?”

“It's perfect.” He replied with a smile.

The master bath had golden and cream colored marble floor tiles and a matching counter around the his and hers sinks. The large, deep claw foot tub was set in to a corner, a loop of copper around the top for the shower curtain to hang from. There were little tile shelves along the wall behind the tub for candles, a a larger one with a towel rack for a washcloth. There was a warmer built in to the wall with a bath towel rack above it, and dressing room lights around a small vanity not far from the tub. A half wall covered in tile hid the toilet from view.

From there, I took him down the hall to the library. It was a cozy room with thick, deep blue carpet, dark wood paneling on the walls and ceiling, little brass sconces every couple of feet on the walls and a fireplace. This room also had French doors that opened on to it's own section of patio. A bit further there was a smaller room that had once been used as a nursery, with it's hard wood floors and pale blue walls. Next to it was a similar room with lavender walls. One had a fireplace and one didn't, and the Realtor explained that they had originally been one room that was the family's sitting room in the house, just as the master bedroom had been the mens billiards room in the house and the master bath had been the secretary's study. The small rooms I had left as they were for storage, or for when I had children of my own.

I explained how the previous owners had remodeled the second floor for the family instead of using the original family quarters on the third floor as we walked. That was where we went next and where the main staircase ended. The original master bedroom was right above the one on the second floor, running from the front of the house to about two three quarters back, where the original master bath was. It was very much like the newer one, with a huge claw foot tub and his and hers pedestal sinks with tables on one side of each and a towel rack on the other. There was also a lighted vanity as in the other one. Almost right next to the second master bedroom was the door to a bedroom that was only slightly smaller and also had its own fireplace. It was decorated in greens, blues and golds. I made the mental note that this would be Devon's room, since no furniture had been ordered for it yet.

Further down the hall were three other bedrooms, smaller than the second one. One of them had been turned in to a training room, one in to a room for Cunt, or whatever slave happened to be my favorite and the other in to a small guest room, all of them cream with dark wood accents. From there we took the servants stairs up to the attic, which was just one large room that spanned the entire house, with the ceiling slanted on either side. The whole thing had new insulation and drywall, as well as a refinished wood floor. There were several dormer windows that allowed plenty of light, with curtains to help keep it warmer or cooler as needed. At one end of the room two small bathrooms had been built, each with sink, toilet and shower stall. Slightly larger than normal twin sized beds took up the majority of the room, with enough space left for a nightstand by each and a path down the middle. Each bed had a chest at the foot of it for the slave's clothing and other personal items, if they were allowed to have such.

“Twelve beds? Ya intend ta have a large household, don't ya lass.” Sean said with a slight laugh.

“Well, yes, but also wanted to be able to provide someplace for the slaves of guests if they are not sleeping in the same room.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Ye have a beautiful house here, Annie, and I'm proud ta share it with ya.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I felt myself blush a little at the compliment.

“Now, if ya don't mind, I'm starvin'!”

I laughed and led the way back to the kitchen for our first meal in our new home.

***

The first week or so back at home I was busier than I had thought I would be. On the second day back I had taken Cunt to see Frederick and he had suggested that she be sent to the nearby slave maternity home as she was close to delivery. Without her at home, I found myself preparing most of the meals and enjoying doing so. I ordered a bed, dresser, night stands, lamps, book shelves, a desk with matching chair and a small couch for Devon, rush delivery, within three days of being home.

For the most part my days consisted of working on notes for up coming presentations and arranging to go to local slave auctions for household staff. In the evenings, Sean and I swam in the small pool in the yard and enjoyed the end of summer weather. Francis and his wife were frequent visitors, and the use of some of their household slaves was much appreciated. One evening, after being home about a week, Sean and I were watching the sun set from the front porch when a thought hit me out of the blue.

“It needs a name.” I said, catching him off guard.

“What does?” He replied, confused.

“The house. Most society houses have one.”

“I'd never really given it much thought, but yer right lass. We'll call it Julie.”

“What?! No, not that kind of name.” I said with a laugh.

“No, I know, 'tis just the first thing that came ta mind.”

I thought for a moment, tossing several ideas before I said,

“Stormhold.”

“Stormhold? I like it, it's regal just like the house. How'd ya come up with that?”

“It's from a fantasy movie that came out a few years back. We'll have to watch it some time.”

“Indeed. I can'na remember the last time I watched a movie.”

“Well, we will have to do that soon. I should have it on the shelf in the bedroom.”

The next morning had dawned stormy, providing the perfect excuse for us to take a day for ourselves. We curled up in bed and spent the day watching movies, starting with the one that had given me the name for the house. We were on our third movie, some time after lunch, when the door bell rang. As Derek was at his own house, though he had an office in mine, and we did not have any borrowed slaves at the time, Sean offered to answer it.

“Ya look too comfortable there, lass. I'll get it.”

I listened to the soft pat-pat of his feet on the floor as he moved through the hall and down the stairs to the hall way, finding the sound comforting. When he reached the door he opened it without thinking, as there had been so many deliveries as of late. However, this time it was not a delivery. Standing there on the porch, soaking wet and holding an umbrella, was Devon. Sean unknowingly glared at him as he stood there dripping. Devon looked at him expectantly, and after a moment realized that Sean didn't know he was supposed to be there. A wicked little smile split his face and in a cheery tone he said simply,

“Honey, I'm home.”

100th Follower thank you teaser, from the as-yet untitled fifth book!

In celebration of reaching 100 followers on Twitter, I have decided to give you all a little sneak-peek at The Society Series Book Five.  It's still a work in progress, of course, but there are already some very steamy and sweet scenes featuring the heroine Annie and her gorgeous Irish Master, Sean.  After her ordeal in book four (yup, have to read it to find out!), Sean is slowly starting Annie's training in preparation for something big that's coming either at the end of book five or the start of book six.

When he shut and locked the door, I knew what to do. I slowly stripped off my clothing and, folding it, placed it back on top of the dresser. He put his on the bed, then sat on the couch. I was trembling as I made my way to kneel in front of him again.

"Din'na be afraid, lass. Tis jest me." He was stroking my head again.

"I'm trying not to be, Sir."

"I know. D'ye think ye can start on yer own, or dew ye need me ta guide ye?"

"I...I don't know, Sir." I knew how to do it. What I didn't know was if I could make myself. He took one of my hands and placed it on him.

"Ye can start that way, pet." I shivered a little at that name. It had become a favorite for both of us.

I ran my hand up and down his cock, the skin soft around his hardness. He watched me intently.

"Can ye give it a kiss, sweetheart?" He asked. I had to laugh at the cheesiness of it.

"Yes, Sir, I think I can do that."

"Go ahead then, pet."

I lowered my lips and gave the tip a kiss, breathing deep. The smell of him was familiar and comforting. Feeling brave I darted my tongue out to taste him. He gave a quiet moan.

"Good girl." His voice was getting lower, the green of his eyes deepening with desire.

Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to stick my tongue out further and run it in a quick circle around the tip. Sean shuddered. I have always enjoyed giving my Master pleasure, and seeing his reactions to me egged me on. Still shaking just a little, I took the tip in to my mouth and ran my tongue around it again. He moaned louder.

"Tha's my good girl."

Little by little, keeping my eyes open to prevent myself from having a flashback, I took more of him in to my mouth. Every time I looked up, he was looking right back in to my eyes, and I could see the love and concern in his, along with the desire. I had to get past this. I pulled back and began to run my tongue up and down the length of him. I couldn't ever remember actually giving him a blowjob in this manner. He definitely looked like he was enjoying it. I slid my mouth back down his cock, stopping just before it hit my throat. I definitely wasn't ready for that yet. Back up, then down again and soon I had a rhythm going. His muscles were tense from forcing himself to remain still. Every now and then I would pull back again and use my tongue or focus just on the head. He stroked my hair, head back, eyes closed. After only a few minutes, he told me to stop.

"I din'na want ta cum this way with ye yet."

I flushed again. I knew he was holding back because of my fear.

"It's alright, Sir. I mean, if you want to...you know."

"If ye can say it, then I will." He was looking in to my eyes again.

"It...it's alright if...if you want t...to cum...in my...mouth, Sir." I had to force myself to say it.

"Say it again, but din'na use Sir."

"It's alright...if you want to...cum...in my mouth, Master." I repeated, using the alternative term. I was still getting used to his preferences on that sort of thing.

"Tell ye what pet, wait right there." He stood and went to the chest at the foot of our bed, coming back with our Hitachi wand. It was the one toy I wasn't afraid of. He put a pillow between my knees to elevate the wand and hold it in place, then turned it on about half way. In seconds I was on the verge of cumming.

"How does tha' feel, pet?"

"Good, Master."

"Good. Now, tell me again."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to think, let alone speak. That was exactly what he wanted.

"It's alright if you...want to cum...in my mouth, Master." I was panting between words instead of pausing, struggling to hold back my orgasm.

"Alright, then. Back ta what ye were doin', pet."

I took him in my mouth again, feeling the beginnings of my old hunger returning. The wand buzzed away between my legs. I had to focus completely on his cock to keep myself from cumming until he allowed me to. I was loosing control quickly.

"Cum fer me, pet. I know ye need ta." Instantly I did, moaning around his cock. "Ah, god! Cum fer me again, Annie!" My moaning felt incredible to him and when I did just that while cumming a second time for him I felt his cum begin to fill my mouth. I was so lost in my own pleasure that there was no room for me to be afraid. I swallowed without even thinking about it.

"Good girl." He stroked my head as he came down from his climax, still firmly in my mouth. When he began to go soft, I sat back. I was still shaking, but this time from the wand still between my legs.

"Ye did very well, pet. Cum fer me again."

Somehow, without even really trying, he had managed to train me to cum on command for him. I moaned loudly as my third climax hit. Moments later, he turned off the wand and I collapsed forward on to the couch, panting.

Teaser from Slut University Series Book One, Freshman Year: Engaged and Enslaved

This teaser is from my second series, Slut University.  This series is shared universe with The Society Series, and eventually there may be some cross over between the two.  I'm doing this series in a rather unique way.  It is broken down in to "years" - freshman, sophomore, junior, senior.  Each year will consist of four novellas that will eventually be combined in to one larger book to make a set of four.  This series focuses on Jake and his fiance, Allie.  Jake has been married once before, to a rather prudish woman who berated him for his needs and desires.  Now, he's determined to mold his sweet, willing Allie in to his perfect slut.  The teaser scene below is taken from Allie's first day at the University.


It was two hours until dinner, and next on Allie's schedule was private instruction. Heading to the third floor, where most of the private rooms were, Allie found the one she was supposed to report to and knocked gently on the door. A very attractive man opened it, and she stepped inside. The room was slightly larger than the bedroom she shared with Brenda. On one side was a desk and chair, on the other an odd, padded table with adjustable legs. The man wasted no time, immediately ordering Allie to bend over the table. She sat her things down and obeyed.

“Jake indicated on the intake survey that he is the only man you have ever been with. That is going to change. As a slut, you will take as many cocks as he wants, starting with mine. You will also not be allowed to climax until I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking.

He pulled his large cock from his pants and slowly pushed it in to her, feeling the butt plug through her thin wall as he did. Leaning down, he said,

“I'm going to fuck you like what you are, Allie, and I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. When I ask you what you are, you will answer me by saying you are a dirty slut.”

Righting himself, he began to pump in and out of her tight hole, holding on to her hips for leverage. Allie's mind was racing – she had a strangers cock in her pussy, and it felt so good, but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't Jake's. As he began to fuck her harder the pleasure she felt built and it became hard to think. Suddenly, he said,

“What are you?”

“I...I'm a dirty slut, Sir.” She replied, panting.

“Does my cock feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock feels good, Sir.”

“Be more explicit, slut.” He ordered, fucking her harder still.

“Your cock feels good in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Your tight little cunt feels good on my cock too, slut.”

He pounded in to her without mercy, asking her several more times what she was and each time she replied as she had been told. Her pussy ached for an orgasm, and yet she knew better than to touch herself. After nearly twenty minutes, he said,

“I'm going to cum, slut. I'm going to cum deep in this tight hole of yours. Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cum in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Here it comes!”

He fucked her hard, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as he shot his hot load in to her. She felt it begin to fill her and without thinking she said,

“May I please cum, Sir?”

“Yes!” He grunted, and her orgasm swept over her, her muscles clamping down on his cock and milking more of his cum from it as she climaxed hard.

A few moments passed before he pulled out of her to clean himself up. She could feel his cum begin to dribble out of her cunt and down her thighs, just as Jake's had done the day before. Allie moved to stand, but he pushed her back down with a hand firm on her back.

“You're not done yet, young lady.” He said firmly. “Your personalized curriculum says you will be starting with four cocks a day, three in your cunt and one in your slut hole. The others will be here in just a moment.”

Allie's heart began to pound as the reality of her situation hit her. Jake really was having her turned in to a slut. Though much of what she had been through already was embarrassing, she had become aroused by it. She felt sexy in the tiny uniform, high heels and heavy makeup. Being fucked by a man she had just met had been incredibly hot, and even sucking a fake cock in a room full of other girls hadn't been so bad. Now, as the strangers cum leaked down her legs, she waited. Shortly, they were joined by three other men she had never seen before.

“Guys, this is Allie.” She heard the instructor say. “You know what to do.”

The first man stepped up behind her, cock at the ready, and pushed deep in to her waiting pussy. He was about as big as the first, and she moaned. He pulled her tiny shirt up to reveal her tits and, holding on to them for leverage, began to fuck her hard. In mere seconds she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“That's it, slut.” The man growled. “Fuck back on my cock! Tell me what you need!”

“I need your cock, Sir!” She panted, half delirious. “I need my cunt fucked, Sir!”

“I know you do, you filthy slut! And I know you want me to cum inside of you, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Say it, bitch!” He commanded, increasing his speed.

“I want you to cum deep inside my cunt, Sir! Please cum in my cunt!”

“Good girl!” He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. Soon, he was shooting his load as deep inside her as the first had and she was pleading for an orgasm of her own. However, her requests were declined and so she desperately fought it back, thankful when the man pulled out.

“Damn, she's got a tight hole.” He said to the others as he cleaned himself.

“I bet her ass is even tighter, even though she's had that plug in all day.” Said the third, moving up behind her.

He pulled the plug slowly from her tiny hole, set it aside and lubed his cock in her pussy.

“You ever had a cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her anxiety was clear in her voice.

“How many times?”

“Not many, Sir.”

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, slut. This is what you will do whenever someone indicates they want to fuck your slut hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She obeyed and with one swift thrust his huge cock was buried in her tight rear passage. Though she yelped as her ass was filled, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected from previous experience due to the plug having stretched her open just a little. Just as the men before him had with her cunt, he began to fuck her ass hard. Once more, Allie moaned in pleasure as her body was used.

“You like that big cock up your ass, slut?” He said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to her.

“Yes, Sir!” She gasped.

“Say it!”

“I like your huge cock up my ass!” She groaned.

“Again!” His thrusts grew slightly faster.

“I like your huge cock up my ass!”

Over and over he made her say this as he used her tight hole, fucking her harder and faster as he felt his climax approaching.

“Do you want my cum in your ass, slut?” He asked, shoving his cock in to the hilt and holding it there.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I want your cum in my ass!” Allie panted, the training already starting to kick in.

He began thrusting once more as she shamelessly begged for his cum in her ass, her slut hole. It wasn't long before he gave her exactly what she wanted, spraying his thick load deep in her ass. She could feel the hot liquid, feel it stinging slightly from the salt, and once more began to beg for an orgasm.

Looking Back at Becoming Charity

I let myself have the weekend off from actual writing, thinking I could give my brain a bit of a break.  You see, when I really get going, the scenes seem to play in my mind and it's as though I'm simply a fly on the wall, watching, my hand furiously typing away to get it all down on the page.  Sure, I start out on a new piece with a basic outline for the plot, but that's about it.  I love when this happens.  I'll go back and read over what I have and often find myself thinking, 'wow, I wrote that?'.  Ok, back to that whole giving my brain a break thing.  Yeah.  It didn't happen.  As has become more and more frequent, I found my mind wandering back to the first book I published, The Society: Becoming Charity.  What I was once so proud of has become a literary thorn in my side.

I began writing it nearly seven years ago.  It was a release, a way to deal with some things that were going on in my life.  I had no intention of it being published, ever.  I shared bits on a couple of different sites and with a few friends, and that was it.  Then my friends who had read it began telling me I should look in to getting published, and finally I did.  I worked hard to get the book to a good ending point, found a publisher who would take something that didn't have a romantic sub-plot and that was written in the first person instead of the third.  I was thrilled when it was accepted, waiting eagerly for it to go live.  Then came the second and third books.  It was somewhere between their publication dates that I began to wonder about the first book, started to think it might not be the best it could have been.

It really hit me when I had the compilation book The Society: The First Three published.  I went back through all three to double check for typos, continuity errors, etc.  I found myself reading through the first one and cringing more often than not.  Now, I know most artists are their own worst critics, and that people say you'll never be completely happy with your work.  Since I can be a perfectionist, I set a goal for myself in order to know when a piece was ready for publication.  It's when I can read through and have it be something that I would buy, read and enjoy myself.  I'm a picky reader, especially when it comes to erotica, so this seemed a reasonable goal.  It's worked.  Unfortunately, that goal was set after my first had been published and now I find that it doesn't live up to that standard.  Now, after a long while of thinking it over, I've finally started.

I copied the original content in to a new file and dove in, scalpel in hand.  Overly harsh or extreme scenes will be reworked.  Repetitive scenes will be cut and glossed over.  New scenes will be added to give the book a good, solid plot as well as to allow the characters to become more fully developed.  I refuse to be embarrassed by the book I was once so proud of any longer, and it is my sincere hope that you, dear reader, will not hold this against me.  I was young and angry when it began, and in my determination to be published, I gave you something sub-par.  Believe me when I say I can hear the voices of my English teachers back through the years, and they're all saying the same thing.  "What were you thinking!!"  I am not sure when the edited version will be available, but hopefully it will be soon, and followed by the fourth book in my The Society series, Vanished!

To those of you who actually read the original first book all the way through, you have my thanks and my apologies.  For those who put it down after the first few pages, I understand completely, and I sincerely hope you might give it a second chance when the edited version becomes available.  I'm planning to post some of the edited bits here so that you can decide if it will be worth it to you or not.

Now, enough living in the past!  Time for me to get back to work, the sooner to give you wonderful readers something you can really enjoy!

Teaser for my fourth The Society book, Vanished!

Wow. Once again, it's been entirely too long. To be fair to myself, I did just start another business venture, and that's been taking up much of my time. About two weeks ago, the writing bug bit me again and I went from having around 4,000 words written for the fourth book to nearly 60,000. Yeah, it's been a productive couple of weeks! I'm very pleased with where this one is heading, though it's taking the series in a different direction. There may be some major editing of the first books when this one is done. There's a bit more romance, some intrigue and espionage, and if you're as much a fan of Annie and Sean as I am, some scenes that may well tug hard at your heart. Of course, you can expect more of the hot, kinky fun as well! Anyway, here's a little teaser for you, taken from chapter 10. Enjoy!

"I want ta kiss ye, little girl." His eyes had gone that familiar dark green.

"I'm yours." Was all I said, and then his lips were on mine. I pushed against him, deepening the kiss.

What fear was still there was battling with my growing desire, and Sean could feel it. Breaking off our kiss, he said,

“Are ye alright, pet?” Hearing that nickname again made me shiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Somethin' I said?” I nodded and he smiled. “My sweet pet.” I shivered again. “Ye like that?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice shook.

“There's somethin' else I've been wantin' ta say ta yew, little one, and I've a feelin' ye have an idea what it is.”

My breath caught in my throat, thoughts racing no matter what I did to try to slow them.

“I love ye, Annie.” As easily as he'd caused my thoughts to race, he stopped them in their tracks.

“I love you, too.” I whispered without hesitation and his lips were on mine once more. Desire was winning out over fear.

“I din'na want ta push ye.” He murmured when we came up for air.

“Please, Sir.”

“Are ye sure?”

“I don't wanna be afraid anymore.”

“Pull down tha sheets, love.” He got up and turned off the lights, the sunset coming through the sheer curtains the only illumination left. Shaking, I did as he asked.

I lay down again, the sheets cool against my skin. Sean stood by the bed, just looking at me for a few moments before he lay down next to me, propped up on his side.

“I din'na want ta hurt ye.” He said quietly. “And I'll nae go any faster than ye want me to.”

I nodded. He leaned in to kiss me again and I moaned just a little. I was fighting with the images in my head, trying to force them out and loosing. He felt the difference.

“Wha'is it?”

“Images. I need to hear your voice, please.”

“Please what, pet?” His voice was gentle, coaxing.

“Please, Sir.”

“Good girl. That's my sweet girl, my pet.” He spoke softly, his fingers tracing a path from my cheek, down my neck and around my left breast. I gasped, my nipple tightening more the closer his fingers came to it.

“It's puckerin' for me, lass. Dew ye want me ta touch it?” He was making large, slow, teasing circles around it.

“Yes, Sir.” His finger barely brushed over the tip and I groaned. The right one was starting to ache and I arched towards him. That same finger was making it's way to my right nipple, leaving a tingling in it's wake. He circled that one as he had done the left, and getting the same reaction.

“Please...” I whimpered.

“Please, what, pet?

“Please touch my nipple, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He brushed the right just as lightly as he had the left. I arched, wanting more and he pulled his hand back.

“Look at ye, little girl, so needy. D'they hurt?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ye poor thing. My poor, sweet girl.”

Sitting up a little, he took one breast in each hand and began to squeeze lightly, almost kneading them. I moaned and arched, my hands making their own kneading motions on the sheets.

“How ready fer me are ye, pet?”

“I...I don't know.” I could barely think.

“You don't know, what?”

“Sir.” I couldn't quite manage a full sentence.

“Spread yer legs fer me, then, pet.”

Slowly I did as he asked. He could see me shaking.

“It's alright, little one. Just a bit more. It's alright, I'm not goin'ta hurt ye.”

His hand slid down across my stomach to cup between my legs. I let out a trembling moan.

“I can feel yer heat, pet. I bet yer wet fer me already. Dew ye want me ta check?”

“Uh huh!”

“Ye'll have ta dew better than that, little one. Dew ye want me ta see how wet ye are?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Yes, please, what?”

I repeated myself, louder.

“Nae, pet, I think I need more this time.”

“I...I don't...” I was foggy with desire and confused.

“Say please, Master.”

I froze, and he could see me tense.

“It's alright, Annie, it's jest me. I jest want ta hear ye say it.”

“Pl...please, Master.”

He squeezed and I whimpered again.

“One more time, love.”

“Please, Master.” Much easier the second time, though my voice still shook.

“Good girl, Annie.”

Barely moving his hand, Sean slipped a finger between my lips, finding me not nearly as wet as expected. Moving it away, he lay down and pulled me to him, kissing me. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg.

“Yer jest fine, lass. I wont push ye, I wont rush ye.” He murmured between kisses.

I could feel a low ache starting to build.

“Please, Master. Please touch me again.”

His hand returned to it's previous location, gently stroking from top to bottom, and I shivered. He focused on my clit for a moment and I could feel my arousal growing at a steady pace.

“There ye go, pet. I can feel ye getting' wet fer me. D'ye like that?”

“Yes, Master.” My hands were kneading at the bed again, and I brushed against his erection. An accident the fist time, I started letting my hand creep closer, brushing my fingers along it's length.

“Ye can touch it if ye like, pet.” He moved so that it was closer and I wrapped my hand around it. “Ah, god, Annie. Jest yer hand feels incredible.” He groaned. I could feel my wetness increase, his finger sliding more easily.

“Please, Master. I need something inside me.” I whispered. His finger found my entry and slid inside, my hips automatically rising to meet his hand.

“Dew ye want more, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

Teaser Time 3, part 2!

  A little while ago, I posted my first non-sexual teaser, a chapter showing Sean's last days at the program.  While only a few pages in the book separate that scene from this one, a good deal happens.  Annie's reaction to his homecoming isn't exactly what Sean had pictured, and a long conversation is needed to get them back on track.  In this scene, Sean has finally caught her and finally got her to sit down and tell him what's going on.  The dark secret from her past that has had her terrified of submitting while he was away is revealed, and with that out of the way, Sean is eager to make Annie his, to take her not as a slave servicing a guest of his Owner, but as a partner and her Dom.  What made Annie react the way she did when he came home?  Well, you'll just have to read the book to find out!

Though I tried to appear calm, the ice in my glass gave away my trembling and he was by my side in two quick strides, taking the glass from me and setting it on the table before wrapping me in his arms again. He held me til the shaking subsided, then said,

“I can understand why ya ran from me now.”

I gave him a sheepish look, and he kissed the tip of my nose.

“It's alright, darlin', no need to be embarrassed. It may not have been the most logical thinkin', but ya had a good reason for what ya did.”

I shrugged.

“Do ya think we can put all that behind us now, little girl? At least the runnin'?”

“I think we can.”

“I'm glad ta hear ya say that, lass. Every moment that I did'na have to focus on m'trainin', ye were on my mind. I dinna want ya afraid of me, lass.”

“It's not you I'm afraid of, I swear. It's letting go, submitting again. I've been terrified of it ever since that night.  Francis even cut that part of my training short, because he knew where my mind was.”

I couldn't look at him. I could barely look at anything but the carpet.

“Annie, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'd never harm ya. I dinna know what I need ta do ta prove it to ya, love, but I will prove it. To the rest of The Society, ye'll be my partner, and nothin' more. I may desire more from ya, but they never need know.” His voice was low and soothing, and I began to relax a little.

“Thank you.”

“Yer most welcome, lass. I've said I will'na pressure ya, and I mean it. But I do want ye as more than just my partner.  Maybe I could'a been happy with that before, not fully knowin' what else there might be. But not now.”

I tensed again, and took a small step back. He didn't move.

“I know that scares ya, little one. I dinna want ya to be afraid. I know ye, Annie, yer tough and ye always have been. That's part of why I'm attracted to ya! The thought of a woman like yew being mine, it's intoxicatin'. Sure, I could take a slave, like everyone'll be expectin' of me, but I'd rather have yew, lass.”

While I heard every word he said, the one that stuck with me was 'mine'. He wanted me to be his, to belong to him. I felt my pulse begin to race and my breathing go shallow. I was terrified and thrilled at the same time, my legs tensed and ready to run while at the same time my arousal began to make itself known. I could feel my face flush, and took a seat on the couch to keep my knees from going next. He sat next to me once more, facing me though I faced forward.

“Was it somethin' I said?”

I nodded. The look on his face said he knew exactly what had done this to me.

“Do I need ta say it again?”

I was frozen in place by the mix of emotions running through me.

“I want ya to be mine, Annie. Not the way a slave belongs to their Master or Mistress, but the way that one person can belong to another only when they've given themselves willingly. I've seen it in ya, before I left. I felt ya go weak when I said it before, and I know tis only yer nerves and fear talkin' now.”

He scooted closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. His free hand brushed my cheek before cupping my chin and turning my face to look at him.

“I can see it in yer eyes, and ya know I can. I know ya want this as badly as I do, ya just need to admit it to yerself.”

I looked away as I felt my defenses begin to crumble a little.

“Dinna look away from me, lass. Ya can'na hide it, though I know yer tryin'. I'll ask ya again, dew ya want this?”

After a moment that seemed like forever, I nodded.

“Ya need help with the words, don't ya little one.”

It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyways.

“Repeat after me then. I am yours.”

For a brief moment I felt like I would faint.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I forced my eyes to meet his.

“I know ya want to, so say it. I am yours.”

“I...I am....yours.” I finally managed, though even I could barely hear myself.

“What was that?”

“I...am...yours.”

It felt even better the second time than it had the first, my fear giving way to a feeling of freedom I couldn't ever remember having felt before. Sean grinned from ear to ear and pulled me to him, holding me close. I held on to him like my life depended on it. When we finally managed to pull away from each other, he said,

“How do ya feel?”

“I...honestly, I don't know. I can't describe it.”

“Ya look more relaxed now than I've seen ya all day.”

“I think I am. I'm still nervous, but I'm not so afraid any more.”

“I'm glad.”

The hand that had been cupping my chin slid around behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were soft against mine, and I could feel myself starting to melt just like I had the first time we kissed. Our lips finally parted, but still we sat there with our heads together, enjoying the closeness of it. Pushing a stray lock of hair from my face, he said,

“Are ya ready for me ta make ya mine, Annie?” His voice was husky and his accent thick. I shivered.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it is.”

I could see a glimmer of something in his eyes, something not entirely new but still foreign as he said,

“Yes, what?”

My heart skipped a beat. I didn't have to guess at what he meant.

“Yes...Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Standing, he took me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom, and with one simple word, took full control of me all over again.

“Strip.”

My limbs weak and shaking, I slowly removed my boots, skirt, shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor. When I was nude, he motioned for me to lay back on the bed and proceeded to undress himself. By the time he joined me on the bed, I was a raw bundle of nerves. He traced a finger from my cheek to my hip and back up the other side, causing me to shiver.

“I know it's always been a bit rough when I've taken ya in the past, darlin', but I believe tonight calls for somethin' different. Just yerself and I, no toys or tools. I've been thinkin' about this a good deal while I've been away, and I've a feelin' yer just as ready for me as I for ye, lass.”

If I hadn't already been soaking wet, I would have been after those words. His voice was low, his eyes a shade or two darker from the pent up desire and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I nodded.

“Good.”

With that he kissed me again, pressing himself against me. I was not bound or gagged or blindfolded and yet I felt more helpless to him than I ever had before as his mouth moved down to plant little kisses on the tender spot between my neck and shoulder. I let out a little whimper and heard him chuckle in response. One hand found my breast, gently stroking and squeezing it, occasionally pausing to lightly pinch and twist my nipple. Already my head was spinning, and the tops of my thighs were becoming damp. His cock twitched against my leg repeatedly as his mouth moved from my neck to my breast and back up on the other side to my ear.

“I'd wanted ta drag this out a bit more, lass, but I find I want ya too badly. I know yer ready for me. Spread your legs, little girl.” His voice bordered on a growl, though there was something strangely tender about it.

I did as he asked and he positioned himself, then leaned down to kiss me. Just before he pushed forward, he said,

“Are ya sure yer ready to be mine?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His cock began to slide in to me and I groaned, having forgotten the size of it in our time apart. He began slowly, taking his time moving in and out of me, and did so until I was squirming under him, giving away my desperate need for more. He leaned in for one last gentle kiss before his hand slid behind my head and grabbed my hair at the scalp, pulling my head to the side and exposing my neck. His mouth found my skin once more as his thrusts became harder, his teeth first grazing then biting the sensitive little area he knew all too well.

“What are ya, Annie?” he growled in my ear.

“Yours, Sir.” I gasped in reply.

“Say it.” I could feel him holding back.

“I'm yours.”

“Good girl.”

He groaned and began to fuck me harder. As my arms were free for the first time with him, I reached behind and dug my nails in just a bit, dragging them down his back.

Little by little we lost ourselves to each other and the passion we were feeling. My legs went around his hips as I thrust up to meet him, pressing our bodies together. When he growled in my ear for me to play with myself, I did so gladly and quickly reached my first orgasm. Though he kept going, I could feel him tense as my muscles spasmed around him. I was in a fog and all I knew was that I could not get enough. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over us both, his teeth leaving marks on my pale skin just as my nails left on his. I was spinning, falling, loosing myself to him, and I didn't care. The whole thing felt like it would last forever and seemed to come to an end all too soon when he finally pushed in as deep as he could and let go inside of me.

Punishment: Pain or discomfort?

  As I look over the skeletal outline for the next book in the Slut University series, I am faced with the task of introducing something that has til now been shown only once - punishment - and something completely new - funsihment, or pain play for fun.  In my own life, I have always been torn when it comes to the concept of using pain for punishment.  This stems from an early Lifestyle relationship of mine, and the fact that I am more than just slightly masochistic.  I was two months or so shy of nineteen when I met this man - I'll call him by a favorite nick name, Marius - and so he played a great role in shaping my view of all things kink.  Looking back, I am extremely grateful that I did not have to fend completely for myself , as the information available online and in books at the time was sparse and confusing.  He steered me away from blindly following the letter of what little I could find and encouraged me to form my own thoughts and beliefs.
  In those early days, I believed that pain was the only way to go for punishment, regardless of my own enjoyment of it.  It was Marius who taught me differently, luckily before I found myself in trouble with him.  The point he made has stayed with me over the years, and now finds its way in to my writing.  If you are dealing with a masochist of any kind, and you use pain to punish them, over time their pain tolerance will increase and you will have to use harsher methods.  If you must use pain, there are two ways that can remain effective without needing to become more intense.  One of these is to couple the pain with something else - say a hard spanking with a lecture at the same time.  Surprising how effective that can be, the words often stinging more than the swats to the backside.  The other way is to use a method or implement seriously disliked or hated by the person on the receiving end, such as the cane used for Blaire's punishment in Fetishes and Fears.  Either way, making it perfectly clear that what is happening is punishment and not for fun is a necessity.
  Now, as I seek to introduce my character Allie to punishment more directly, I face the dilemma of how to go about doing so.  Do I use the methods so often seen in kink writing, intense pain, overly harsh words and isolation?  Or do I use something I am more familiar with, something taken from my own life?  Physical discomfort without direct application of pain, words pointed and stinging that stay long after they are said while leaving no permanent scars?  It's a tough call.  I'm torn between drawing on my own life experience and taking what seems to be the more popular route.
  When it comes down to it, all I can do is be true to myself, which means pain for punishment only under certain circumstances.  Pain for pleasure, or fun, is a totally different matter.  I'm sure I'm not the only masochist who will say that a good spanking, or hard flogging, or whatever their personal favorite may be, can be both pleasurable and cathartic.  A little pain in the midst of pleasure - a perfect example being the cliche of playful spanking while being taken from behind - can heighten the pleasure more than many might think.  I far prefer to introduce Allie to pain in this manner, though perhaps at a later date it will be used in other ways.  That's not to say that there may not be "discipline" scenes with pain, scenes that I have seen referred to as "funishment".  Faux punishment for the enjoyment of both or all parties involved.  In my opinion, these sorts of scenes show the use of pain in a different light, as well of those who live this lifestyle.  It is easy for one to cry abuse when the submissive in a piece is being beaten til bruises and welts cover their backside completely because of some infraction, but much harder when the same submissive is begging for it, reaching orgasm or genuinely thanking their dominant.  So that's how I will show it.  While Allie may or may not be modeled after myself, in this she will be, becoming a masochist as well as a slut for her Master.