You still have two more days to get your hands on FOR SPARROW for the pre-order special of 99¢! Have you seen the book trailer yet?
This is it! The last weekend before the launch of FOR SPARROW, on Oct.3!
The third book in the Dream Dominant Collection is set in Palm Beach County, Florida, my home for over 25 years. In this series of posts, I’m taking you on a tour of some of my favorite places. This week, we’re going to the gorgeous beach-side town of Jupiter, the location of several scenes in the book.
The first place Judd and Jessi visit together is my favorite bar on the planet (okay, I have about five of those), Square Grouper. It’s a casual, outdoor tiki bar on the Jupiter Inlet, across from the Jupiter Lighthouse. It’s the place to go if you want to completely decompress and let your stress melt away.
A stone’s throw from Square Grouper, in fact you park in the same lot, are the two locations from this week’s excerpt, Guanabanas and Blueline Surf & Paddle.
Guanabanas is another outdoor tiki place, more restaurant than bar, but they serve a mean Cat 5 hurricane. The food is Florida fresh, and there’s always a crowd. It’s on a strip of land between A1A and the Loxahatchee River, and the river views are utterly tranquil. There are docks, and some folks arrive in their boats. It’s also a great place for stand-up paddle boarding, and you can put in right there at the restaurant.
Directly across A1A is the Blueline Surf & Paddle Company. They sell surfing and paddle boarding equipment, but you can also rent from them and get lessons. You walk across the street and put in at the Loxahatchee River. Notice the paddle boarders directly in front of Guanabanas.
As Jessi’s Dominant, it’s Judd’s position to push her beyond her comfort zone. In this scene, he does just that.
Here’s an excerpt from FOR SPARROW…
Back inside the house, Judd washed up in the kitchen sink. Jessi handed him a dish towel to dry his hands. He eyed the old dishwasher, then looked to Jessi.
“I don’t really feel like messing with a dishwasher today, do you?”
Jessi’s eyes widened. “Oh, well, no, of course not. I’m sure you have plenty to do. Don’t worry about it at all,” she said quickly.
Judd shook his head. “It’s a beautiful day. Why spend it inside?” He stood straight, hands on his hips. “How do you feel about stand up paddle boarding?”
She worked her mouth for a moment, frowning. “I don’t guess I’m opposed to it, as an activity, you know. I’m sure people enjoy it. Live and let live,” she giggled nervously.
“I mean,” he cupped her elbow gently, “how do you feel about going? With me. Today.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Judd. I’m kind of the queen of klutz.” Jessi’s face turned bright pink. “I don’t know if I’d be any good at it.”
Judd’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Not sure I like my little one putting herself down. Besides, there’s nothing to be ‘good at,’ you just…stand and paddle.” He pantomimed for her.
He saw the reluctance in her face and gave his best reassuring smile, eyes sparkling. “Come on, Jessi, it’ll be fun.”
Slowly, her smile spread to match his. “Okay. Let’s do it.” She went upstairs and quickly changed into her swim suit and beach cover up.
On the way to the surf shop, Judd stopped by his place to pick up his paddleboard and gear. He let them both into the townhouse and Jessi waited as he bounded up to the second level.
“It won’t take me a second to load my stuff into the truck,” he called from upstairs. Jessi clutched her hands together anxiously as she surveyed Judd’s living room. Everything was neat and tidy. She didn’t know why that surprised her.
You just think about the stereotypical ‘bachelor pad,’ she supposed.
Crossing the room, she saw that the view from the sliding glass doors was breathtaking. She imagined what it would be to wake up with a view of the ocean every morning.
“Almost ready,” Judd said, returning downstairs wearing aqua board shorts, a white t-shirt, and a Marlins ball cap. A pair of black Oakley sunglasses hung around his neck from a black strap.
He held up a small black cube. “I want to try out my new GoPro while we’re out there today,” he grinned.
Five minutes later, they were on their way north, heading for Blueline Surf and Paddle on A1A. They rented gear for Jessi and declined the offer of a lesson. “I’ve got it, man,” Judd smiled to the clerk.
Jessi was surprised to find that they were going to put into the river right next to Guanabanas, a local outdoor dining hotspot just across the street from the surf shop. “Afterwards, I’ll buy you a cocktail,” Judd promised.
After a brief orientation, Judd helped Jessi onto the board and gently pushed her out into the Loxahatchee River. “Am I supposed to wear the life jacket?” Jessi called back to him, indicating the ocean blue PFD currently resting on the nose of her board.
“Can you swim?”
“Of course!” she returned.
“Then you don’t have to wear it. But you do have to have it with you, it’s the law.”
Judd smiled as he watched her wobble slightly. She looked hot in what was actually a modest blue tankini, her auburn hair clipped up and off her neck, the red highlights gleaming in the sunlight. He could only imagine Jessi in a bikini. Did imagine it. Then tried to think of something else, before she noticed his arousal.
Sighing deeply, he clipped the GoPro to the bill of his cap and paddled quickly to catch up with her.
When their hour was up, they returned Jessi’s gear to the shop, and put Judd’s things back in the truck. With Jessi’s white beach dress back in place, they wandered into Guanabanas and found a small high-top table in the bar area. A lone guitarist was playing Jason Mraz covers on the tiki stage.
Jessi ordered a Cat 5 hurricane while Judd opted for a local brew, and they chose a few appetizers. After the server left, Judd pressed the button on the GoPro. “So, Jessi, what do you think of paddle boarding?”
Her grin was stunning. “I loved it! It was so much fun, and way easier than I ever thought.”
He leaned into her and held the camera at arm’s length. “Well, you had a kick-ass teacher, so…” They both laughed into the camera.
You still have time to get FOR SPARROW at the pre-order price of 99¢.
After launch day, it goes back to its regular $2.99.
For Oliver West, the local night clubs were his kingdom, until the lovely Paige Turner showed him that she could be the Queen to his King.
There are so many great books coming out this fall! This one actually launches Oct. 3, and I can’t wait to read it. I was privileged to read a little snippet while it was under construction, so to speak.
Check out MARYDEE NIGHT, the latest from sexy erotica author and fellow Wicked Pen, M.S. Tarot!
For Oliver West, the local night clubs are his kingdom. Glittering palaces filled with music and erotic delights for all the senses. Known by the nickname “O”, he is a benevolent ruler, forsaking nothing in his quest to slake the desires that decent people hide. Like an angel fallen from heaven, he left decency and innocence far behind him long ago. Or so he thought.
Enter, the lovely Paige Turner. With her mane of Cruella de Vil hair and a smile more wicked than any witch, she could tame the club-hound “O” if she wished. With a request for a single red rose and a wink that promises things he never dreamed of, fate is showing him that Paige can be the Queen to his King.
But, given his past, will Oliver be able to do what he has never imagined himself doing to be worthy of her?
Here’s a little teaser from MARYDEE NIGHT.
“O, I want you to meet someone. Kelly introduced her to me.
She is so fucking cool!”
“Cooler than me? My nipples are hard. Maybe I’ll have to
work on my chill,” I said.
“What? Have you fallen in love with her or something,
Adele?” I teased her. She and I had talked long and hard about her
more goth-than-goth friend Kelly and a stolen lesbian kiss. “I
didn’t think you were into girls.”
“I’m not! Besides, Paige doesn’t swing to girls either.
Leastways I don’t think she does,” she said.
There are moments in any nightclub when there are just a few
seconds of dead air between songs. An echoing silence descends
upon the gathering, a moment’s respite for buzzing eardrums. As
luck would have it, I had spoken in just such a moment.
And in just the right place for the name to be heard.
In front of me was a tall woman with black as midnight hair,
frosted silver in a Cruella streak above deep blue eyes, who
instantly turned to look at me. She eyed me from head to toe, an
appreciative smile gracing her hooker-red lips. The music came
back up and she leaned forward to speak right by my ear in a way
that gave me chills.
“That’s my name, sexy; wear it out as much as you want.”
Paige’s hand was upon my stomach, a soft caress that almost
tickled. “And if you buy me a few shots of Fireball, I’ll consider
letting you wear out … other things.”
Adele was there under my arm, like magic. Appearing, in fact,
as quickly as my hard-on had sprung up. “Paige, this is my friend I
was telling you about. O, this is Paige Turner.”
She held out her hand to me, “You go by O? I’ve read your
story many times. Maybe sometime we should meet at Roissy’s
château for whips and wine?”
I grinned at the reference and was about to answer back, with
as much flirty purr as I normally would, when her name hit me like
a ton of bricks. And I swear to you, on a stack of Bibles a mile
high, without that cutesy-pun name I would have never known she
was a drag queen.
MARYDEE NIGHT comes out Oct. 3,
but it’s available for pre-order using this LINK.
FOR SPARROW, my new contemporary erotic romance, and the third book of the Dream Dominant Collection, is set in my home, Palm Beach County, Florida. For this Behind the Book series, I want to take you on a tour of some of my favorite local places, places I love so much, I had my characters go there.
The first stop on our tour is a funky diner called Howley’s. Their catch phrase is on the sign: Cooked in sight…must be right. I love Howley’s for a lot of reasons.
Built in 1950, it’s a nostalgic throwback to a simpler time. The business was purchased in 2004 by a group who appreciated what Howley’s was, and they lovingly restored its iconic terrazzo floors and tin ceilings. The furnishings are retro, from the long counter to the awesome mid-century tables.
I love the staff at Howley’s, too. They’re all young, and rather gender-fluid, with lots of piercings and tattoos. A nose ring seems to be standard equipment. And they’re all super nice.
The food is fantastic as well. The last time I was there, I enjoyed a mimosa over a delicious breakfast.
Unsurprisingly, they’re very arts-positive at Howley’s. The paintings displayed on the walls are for sale. But my favorite artwork is the mural on the outside, done by local artist Amanda Valdes. Check her out if you’re interested. When I’m rich and famous, I’m going to commission her to paint the huge blank wall in my kitchen.
As I thought about my story line, I wanted just the right place to serve as the backdrop for where Judd might have spent time with Jessi’s husband, Graham. Howley’s seemed like the perfect place for the two men to get together for coffee once in a while.
Here’s a little sample of FOR SPARROW.
“Does being a paramedic keep you safer than being a firefighter?” Her brow furrowed with worry.
Judd smiled. “I suppose. I don’t run into many burning buildings anymore. We wait for the guys to bring victims out of the fires. And we respond to heart attacks, injuries, car accidents, that kind of thing.”
He watched Jessi’s eyes widen. “No,” he shook his head. “I didn’t get the call for Graham’s accident. I was off that day.”
“How did you know…“
“Jessi, your eyes show everything you’re thinking,” he said gently. “It’s the damnedest thing I ever saw.”
Jessi immediately looked down at her plate, concerned about what else her eyes might give away. Judd went back to eating and she picked at her burger some more. Looking back up, she spoke again. “How did you know Graham?”
Judd looked back up at Jessi, swallowed his bite of burger, and cleared his throat. “I followed his blog for quite a while.” Jessi blinked, trying to make the leap from following a blog to being friends.
He sighed, wiping his mouth and setting down his napkin. “I told you my marriage ended because we wanted different things in life. As things started going south, I realized that one problem was that both of us wanted to be in control. And it didn’t work. There was no yin to the yang, you know?”
Jessi nodded, frowning.
“I started looking online for anything that could help, some kind of advice to help me save my marriage. The more I looked, the more I realized that in my core self, I’m Dominant.”
Judd paused to let that sink in. Jessi was listening raptly. “I found a few websites about being Dominant, you know the kind of thing, ‘do this’, ‘don’t do that’. When I started going out again after the divorce, I tried some things, some really stupid things. I made a few dates through FetLife and they were disastrous.” He shook his head, half smiling. “Graham’s writing was a revelation. I thought, here’s a guy who knows what it is to be Dominant, to lead a submissive in the right way.”
She still didn’t say anything so he pushed on. “I became something of a stalker,” he laughed, “reading every article, digging through his archives… I commented on his posts and asked questions, and he was always nice, he always took the time to answer me.” Judd took a break, nibbling on a handful of fries. Jessi sipped her beer and waited.
“When I realized he was local, I worked up the nerve to ask him to meet me for coffee, and he agreed. We met at Howley’s, and we talked for hours.”
“Howley’s,” Jessi repeated.
Judd grinned wryly. “Cooked in sight…”
“Must be right,” she finished, smiling sadly.
He nodded. “We met about once a month after that. He was my mentor, but he was also my friend.”
FOR SPARROW launches October 3, but for a limited time you can
reserve your copy for the pre-order rate of 99¢.
After launch day, the price goes up.
FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, comes out October 3. It’s the story of Jessi Crenshaw, whose husband Graham dies unexpectedly, leaving her mourning the loss of her husband, lover, friend, and Dominant.
As it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he made provisions for Jessi. He tapped his friend and protege in the Lifestyle, firefighter paramedic Judd Farris, to step in as Jessi’s surrogate Dom, at least until she gets back on her feet.
They move forward in a platonic D/s relationship, but soon find it hard to resist their mutual attraction. Unknown to them, however, is the fact that danger is heading in their direction.
FOR SPARROW marks the first time I’ve ever written a proper villain as a character. Today, meet Gary Wayne Gentry.
Gary Wayne Gentry is a nondescript little man with dreams of being someone important. He’s the guy who’s always on the outside, looking in.
He yearns to do a job that requires a uniform, but he was unceremoniously drummed out of the army for attacking a fellow recruit. And after they see the results of his personality inventory, he can’t land a job with either the police or fire department.
Tired of not being noticed, he embarks on a violent cross-country tour, targeting first responders along the way. He’ll show them.
Here’s an all-new excerpt featuring the villain of the story.
Gary Wayne Gentry stood watching as firefighters fought to extinguish the blaze in Parson’s Hardware on the main street of Baker City, Oregon. He was merely one in a crowd of lookie-loos that had gathered on the opposite side of the street, a guy so nondescript that no one would ever remark on the short, balding man with a slight paunch. No one would even notice him. Which used to bother Gary.
Used to. But he’d learned that being unnoticeable could be an asset.
He watched as the supervisor barked out orders to the firefighters on the ground. Hoses were deployed, plans were followed. Soon enough, thick black smoke turned white. Which meant the fire was out, there were merely a few hot spots that merited attention.
He knew this because Gary had always wanted to be a firefighter. Or a cop. Or a soldier. Some damn thing with a uniform.
He’d actually been in the Army for a short time. Until he’d been involved in an altercation with a fellow recruit. It hadn’t been his fault. Gary Wayne Gentry didn’t take shit off of anybody. The cry baby had had his jaw wired shut for a few weeks, and everybody lost their mother-effing minds. To keep the bureaucratic wheels running smoothly, they’ve given him a General discharge, and Gary was adrift once again.
He’d tried the police and the firefighters, and gotten damn close, too. It was always when they saw the results of his personality inventory that they said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
Watching the Baker City FD roll up their hoses and gather their other equipment, Gary snorted. Always so GD superior, like their shit don’t stink. Probably effing volunteer, sum’bitches.
He had a uniform, mind you. Like that was hard to get. There was a uniform store on every corner in America. Sometimes he’d dress up and go to a bar. It was usually enough to get a few free drinks. Gary would spin some yarn about the fires he’d put out, and the people he’d saved. That only lasted so long before people got tired of listening.
Firefighters probably got a lot of pussy, too. Only so far, the fake uniform hadn’t yielded much of that.
And the problem with small towns was, although he was reasonably anonymous, people would notice a man with a gun. That much he was positive about. A crowd that small, someone would definitely notice if he tried to pick off a firefighter or two.
Which was a pain in the ass, because that was the whole point of starting the fire anyway. What, did you think Gary Wayne Gentry was just a firebug, one of those pathetic bastards who got their rocks off watching fire? Please. The fire was simply a means to an end.
He used to listen to scanners and try to show up at fires and car accidents and such. But who has time for that, really? When you set the fire, you know exactly when and where they’re going to show up, it’s not rocket science.
Anyway, clearly, Baker City, Oregon was way too small for him to be able to indulge in his favorite sport. But then, you live and you learn, don’t you? He’d worked his way up the west coast with a moderate degree of success. Los Angeles and San Francisco had been goldmines for his little pastime. So crowded, so full of crazies. When the odd firefighter here or there, and one cop, he was proud to say, ended up shot at emergency calls, the authorities always blamed gang violence or some such nonsense. Sometimes he wondered if he should be offended, gangs getting the credit for his work. But he wasn’t ready to stop, so the better for him if he remained unnoticed.
If someone, his mother for instance, bothered to ask him, “Gary, why do you do these things?” he knew exactly what he’d say.
Because they think they’re better than me, that’s why. Because they think I’m not good enough, that’s why. G.D. mother-effers. I’m smarter than all of them.
As the last of the onlookers left the scene, Gary decided that remaining unseen was the best plan, so he mosied on back to his beige Chevy Impala and drove away slowly. There was one thing he was sure of. He sure as shit couldn’t go any further west. He laughed, imagining himself driving into the Pacific Ocean. So, east it was.
Heading off into the dark night, he considered his choice of hobbies. It was unorthodox, maybe. But it wasn’t his fault, not really. His name was Gary Wayne Gentry. Seriously, his mother should have known better.
FOR SPARROW is available at the special pre-order price of 99¢.
After launch day, October 3, it will return to the regular price of $2.99.
Reserve your copy today at books2read.com/ForSparrow.
A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…
I have great news! International best-selling erotic romance author Felicity Brandon has a new book out. Did you read The Viking’s Conquest and Submission at the Tower? Amazing stories, super hot sex.
If you haven’t read them, you really must, but not now, because you need to read her latest, TAMING LADY LYDIA. According to the author, “Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about… He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.” And holy cow, that says a lot about the heat level of this book!
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.
Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?
Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
How about a steamy litter teaser?
The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.
I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”
A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.
“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”
I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.
“Yes…” I just about manage.
“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”
I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.
“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”
I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”
He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”
My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.
“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”
In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”
“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”
I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.
A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.
As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.
I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.
“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.
“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”
His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”
I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”
Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.
His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”
“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.
“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”
I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.
His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.
“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.
I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.
“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.
I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.
“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”
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Dream Dominant Book 3, this novel is the story of Jessi Crenshaw, a young widow, bereft in the wake of her husband’s unexpected death. She’s lost her spouse, lover, friend, and Dominant.
But it turns out that her husband Graham had in inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped someone to take his place. Enter sexy firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris. He promised his friend and mentor Graham that he’d look after Jessi if it ever became necessary.
A platonic Dom/sub relationship. It’s a temporary arrangement, just until Jessi gets back on her feet. Surely Graham didn’t mean for it to be more than that. But how long can they resist crossing that line?
Meet Jessi and Judd.
Now how about a steamy little teaser?
Flickering candlelight greeted them as they entered the bedroom, and Jessi saw various implements lined up on the bed. She looked to Judd.
“I wanted to create the right mood, Angel. Candles seemed the way to go.”
Slowly she approached the bed and lightly fingered what she saw there–a black leather crop, a rectangular paddle also of black leather, a black suede flogger, and a wooden spoon. Judd stepped beside her and slid off his black leather belt, adding it to the assortment.
When she turned to him, his expression was bemused. “Told you I went shopping,” he laughed. “Now, you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to let you choose what I’m using to spank you with tonight. So what will it be?” He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, waiting to see her response.
Jessi blinked and looked back to the items on the bed. Her head spun with possibilities, but suddenly she knew the answer. Dropping to her knees, she grasped her wrists behind her back and bowed her head. “Whichever one would please you, Sir.”
“Angel, you please me more than I can say.” He stroked her hair lovingly, then removed his shirt, tossing it into the bathroom.
“I think…” He reached down to help her stand, tugging at the dress gathered around her waist to pull it the rest of the way down. “I think we’ll get the biggest bang for our buck…or your butt,” he grinned, “with the paddle. I want you to stand at the end of the bed and lean over.”
Jessi complied, resting her torso on the bed, her head turned toward the slider overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond. In the dim light, she could also see herself, naked and bent over the end of the bed, reflected in the white sheer-shrouded glass. Her expression was wanton, needy. And she felt immensely happy.
Judd smoothed his hand over her bare bottom, pausing to tweak the plug. Jessi gasped at the sensation and felt the need in her core grow. She yelped when the first smack surprised her, but after that, she gave herself over to the sensations, the whack on her cheeks, the vibration in her ass, the tingle in her pussy.
At some point, Judd put down the paddle and used his hands to smooth away the sting. “Up on the bed and on your knees, Angel.”
Jessi complied, and he turned her to face the bank of glass. “Head up. I want you to watch as I fuck your cunt.”
She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection as he impaled her with no further preamble. He pounded into her, all the while fidgeting with the red-jeweled flange of the butt plug. Jessi felt a release of fluid she was powerless to stop.
“Come when you’re ready, Angel. You’ve earned it,” Judd coaxed.
Needing no further encouragement, Jessi cried out as ecstasy overtook her, starting in her drenched core and radiating throughout her body.
“Good girl,” Judd murmured as her shuddering subsided. He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. “But we’re not done quite yet. I’m still taking your ass tonight.”
Gently, he helped her down to her belly and slid her to the edge of the bed so that her feet rested on the floor. Using his foot, he pushed her feet wide, and he carefully removed the butt plug, wrapping it in a waiting towel. “What’s your color, Angel?”
She heard concern in his voice. “Um, green, Sir. I’m good.”
“Good. Very good.”
Next, Jessi felt a cool dollop of lube at the top of her crack and Judd massaged it around the hole the plug had vacated. That was followed by the pressure of Judd’s cock pushing at her entrance. “Breathe, Angel. Just relax and breathe.”
Jessi did just that, closing her eyes and focusing on the renewed sensation in her pussy as Judd pushed his way into her back hole. When his head pushed past her taut ring, he stopped, giving her a chance to acclimate before he pushed forward.
Jessi raised her head, seeking out his eyes in the glass door. She watched as he slowly pushed himself in to the root, and she saw his chest hitch as he forced himself to hold still again. At the question in his eyes, she nodded, and he gave her the full force of him, withdrawing abruptly, then slamming back into her, pounding her tight passage. He pulled her to her knees to gain better purchase, his balls slapping against her clit with every charge, and she felt her moment building again.
“Come with me, Jessi. I want us to come together,” he grunted, as he released himself for the second time that night.
Jessi saw sparks and screamed out her pleasure, continuing to shake as he slid from her grasp and collapsed onto the bed. Judd gathered her to himself, wrapping her in his arms as they both gasped for air. She snuggled in to his chest and he lightly kissed her temple. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are. You’re mine, Jessi.”