REPLAY REUNION 4: NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS

 

REPLAY REUNION 4: NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS

by Nia Farrell

 

Release Date March 20, 2022

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A St. Patrick’s Day theme short story, length 5,725 words.

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A married submissive craves more than what her husband can give her.

 

It’s St. Patrick’s Day at Replay BDSM theme resort, and the Scottish village has been transformed into 16th century Ireland. Married five years now, Rowena MacDonald loves her husband, Micheil, but longs to scene with multiple partners.

Except her Dominant husband doesn’t share.

What happens when a married couple faces a harsh reality? Will Rowena convince Micheil that wanting more doesn’t mean she loves him less?

Naughty Shenanigans is a sizzling BDSM romance with adult themes and consensual power exchange, written for Ages 18+. The Replay Reunions are companion short stories to the Replay series, which includes two Golden Flogger Finalists for Best BDSM Book of the Year.

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EXCERPT:

For better or worse, she and her twin sister Breanna had Dominant husbands who didn’t share. Then again, their Doms didn’t join in scenes with other partners, either. And here she was, wishing for more while questioning how she would feel if Micheil desired the same. Was it selfish or natural to welcome one but not the other? It wouldn’t be fair to limit him if she wanted his restrictions on her eased. She was happy in her marriage. Glad to be his submissive. And yet these past few months, she’d been craving more. Dreaming of more.

When she took a nap, it was less that she needed sleep than she wanted to lose herself in an erotic fantasy that would eventually find its way into a story. Her erotic persona, Regina Wright, was currently working on her seventh erotic romance with tattooed bikers, forced compliance, and multiple gangbangs.

Maybe she could talk Sir Piers into having a Wild Bunch weekend with Dom bikers riding into Replay and having their way with the submissives who’ve signed on.

Thankfully, there was a blind box where someone could anonymously drop ideas without revealing themselves.

As soon as she had a chance to get Breanna alone, she told her twin what was going on. Her wet dreams of moresomes. Micheil’s noninterest in sharing. The book she was writing and how much she wished it was her.

Breanna listened and nodded in empathy. “It’s kind of the same with me,” she confessed. “They say you can’t miss what you’ve never had, but after watching all the scenes at Replay, I’ve wondered how it would feel to submit to more than one Dom. I love Gunnar, but when I dream of a Viking raid, the sex doesn’t stop with him. Although I’m not sure what they’d think of this belly.”

Regina laughed. At four months along, the baby was showing, but Breanna’s stomach wasn’t big yet. “Are you kidding? They’d see a fertile female as a gift from the gods and challenge each other for the right to keep you. Mother’s Day,” she mused aloud. “That would be a great Mother’s Day present. When Gunnar asks what you want, tell him you want the full-experience Viking raid and see what he says.”

“I don’t know,” Breanna said slowly. “I don’t want him to think I’m unhappy or unsatisfied. It’s just—”

“You’re curious,” Rowena finished for her. “It’s natural. I bet if we canvas the other subs, everyone has a secret scene they’d like to play out…, something different they’d like to try. We should talk to Aubrey. She could put a bug in Sir Josef’s ear. He’s in a position to encourage everyone—Doms, switches, and subs—to write down their fantasies and give them to Sir Piers for consideration. Even if we don’t participate, we’ll have tons of fantasy fodder.”

 

 

DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES

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The Devil’s Handmaidens MC is a female MC collaborative series with standalone titles from a number of best-selling authors, including Nia Farrell. I’ll be writing about the Wolf Creek, Illinois, Chapter, set in Southern Illinois near the fictional town of Wolf Creek, with crossover characters from my Avenging Angels MC Series. Beast and Blue Boy’s sister, Tara (road name Scarlett), is a patched member of the local Devil’s Handmaidens MC and a bartender at Southern Comfort, a biker bar and restaurant located near the Cache River Swamp. Specializing in Cajun cuisine, Southern Comfort is owned by the Devil’s Handmaidens MC but was initially built with mob money. A major part of the club’s funding comes from high-stakes, invitation-only gambling held in the private back room.

Devil’s Handmaidens MC/Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1 will be Nobody’s Baby, a second-chance romance with Blue Boy and Rumer Presley McKee from Skin (Avenging Angels Book 7). Skin’s epilogue is where Nobody’s Baby begins. While you’ll be able to enjoy the second book as a standalone, your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read the main characters’ backstory in Skin.

You can follow the Devil’s Handmaidens MC Series here. I’ll be adding and updating titles, release dates, and links as they come available. Be sure to follow our Facebook readers group page here.


DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC TITLES BY NIA FARRELL:

NOBODY’S BABY (Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1) release date March 9, 2023

PLANNED TITLES IN THE DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES:

Crossing Styx by Verlene Landon, release date 8/2

Untitled by Calia Wilde, release date 8/18/2022

Harlow’s Gamble by Andi Rhodes, release date 8/25/2022

Untitled by Debbie Mitchell, release date 9/22/2022

Untitled by K.D. Latronico, release date 10/27/2022

Untitled by D.M. Earl, release date 11/3/2022

Piper’s Payment by K.D. Latronico, release date 1/26/2023

Untitled by W.M. Dawson, release date 2/2/2023

Nobody’s Baby by Nia Farrell, release date 3/9/2023

Tori’s Fall by Penny Anglene, release date 3/23/2023

Untitled by Vera Quinn, release date 3/30/2023

Executing Deliverance by Liberty Parker, release date 4/6/2023

A Queen Kneels to No One by Courtney Lynn Ross, release date 4/13/2023

Untitled by Darlene Tallman, release date 4/20/2023

Relinquishing Lilith by K.D. Latronico, release date 4/27/2023

Untitled by Juls Berghammer, release date 5/4/2023

Untitled by Shannon Heighton Hicks, release date 6/1/2023

Wreaked by E.M. Shue, release date 6/8/2023

Untitled by Linny Lawless, release date 6/15/2023

No Way Out by Kris Anne Dean, release date 6/22/2023

Vengeance of Lily Morgan by CJ Warrant, release date 6/29/2023

Untitled by Cedar Rose, release date 7/6/2023

Untitled by J. Lynn Lombard, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Jaime Russell, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Chelle C. Craze, release date 7/20/2023

Untitled by Letha Gene, release date 7/27/2023

ONE (Avenging Angels MC Book 6)

ONE: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 6

by Nia Farrell

Length 48,247 words. Release date February 22, 2022.

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Jolene Chaisson draws the attention of the two Avenging Angels Enforcers

Jolene Chaisson (aka Sweet Thang) is something of a mystery. The Cajun beauty clearly comes from a privileged background, but no one knows what brought the young Louisiana woman to Illinois or how she ended up a sweetbutt in the Avenging Angels clubhouse.

To the club Enforcers Beast and Hawk, Sweet Thang is the woman they want but have never had. Even though she’s slept her way through most of the club’s single members, she’s avoided them, sensing they’re the most dangerous. When Beast and Hawk save her from being abducted and circumstances force them together, she realizes she’s never felt safer than in their arms.

But being with the Avenging Angels makes her a target for their enemies. Can Hawk and Beast protect her when Reaper reappears?

One (Avenging Angels MC Book 6) is part of a continuing storyline that begins in Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1). While it can be read as a standalone, the timeline continues beyond this book, and your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read Books 1-5. Contains adult themes, consensual power exchange, and a BDSM relationship between two Dominant men and the submissive woman they share. MFM ménage, written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Beast watched the shifting look in Jolene’s whiskey eyes morph from surprise to trepidation to steely resolve. She was a brave one. He’d give her that.

He’d scared her shitless the first time she’d seen him in action, and she’d kept her distance ever since. As much as he regretted the circumstances that had thrown them together, he’d never forget how she felt lying in the circle of his arms, the softness of her skin, and the fragrance of her hair. He’d thought about asking Hawk to try and talk her into a threesome, but he didn’t want to put Jolene off his best friend, too.

“Here. Let me help,” Beast murmured, advancing slowly so that he didn’t set off any triggers. She might not remember what happened at the bar, but he fucking guaranteed her subconscious mind had recorded it all. “You need to be in bed until that shit is out of your system. Come on now, Sweet Thang. Can you stand for me?”

She planted a palm on the concrete vanity top and tried valiantly to push herself to her feet. Seeing the trouble she was having, Beast stepped in and took over. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her back to his bed, settling her in the center of the California king-sized mattress.

Grateful that she accepted his help rather than fight him, he piled pillows behind her back and pulled the top sheet over her lap, regretfully covering those killer legs of hers.

Breathing a soft sigh of relief when Hawk stepped back into the room, she bit her lip and kept her eyes downcast, refusing to look at either of them. Pride or prejudice? Beast wondered. After getting off to an unfortunate start, he was hoping that last night might turn things around. If she’d only talk to him…, give him a chance and get to know him, she’d learn that she could trust him to take care of her. Be her champion when she needed one and her Dominant as soon as he could get her to agree to a play session with him.

“I’m gonna get you some water,” he told her. “You need to drink. Hydrate. It’ll help get you back on track sooner.”

He hoped so, anyway, figuring it was a reasonable assumption. Jolene must have thought so, too, because she didn’t argue, just accepted the plastic tumbler he filled in the bathroom and pressed into her hands.

“When you’re ready, we need you to tell us about last night,” Hawk reminded her. “Everything you can remember.”

She cleared her throat, gripping the tumbler and holding it against her chest. “There was a band,” she began slowly. “It was crowded. I got a drink at the bar and was looking for a table when this guy saw me. He bought us both drinks and invited me to sit with him and his friends, Lyle, Red, and Buck. The other three were rodeo riders. Abe—the one who bought me a drink—was a clown.”

“A clown?” Beast asked, making sure he’d heard her right.

Jolene shuddered. “Nothing funny about him,” she chuffed. “I was on my second drink when I started feeling strange. I don’t remember anything after that.”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

“Clothes off, little girl.  Time for your bath.”

Jolene hesitated a beat before obeying.  Reaching down, she peeled off her hose and shrugged off her sheer robe, making a bundle and setting it by the black lace thong on one side of the sink.  Looking up, she met his gaze in the mirror and nervously bit her lip.

“What?” he asked, wondering what the hell was going on.  Why was she dragging her heels?

“The plug.”  She whispered the words like she was confessing her dirtiest, darkest secret.  “It’s still in.”

Beast dropped his gaze to the jeweled end winking in the incandescent light.  Hawk had said to leave it until she had to bathe or void, but he wasn’t here to remove it.

“Stay there,” he ordered.  Grabbing a spare roll of toilet tissue from beneath the sink, he tore off a section and laid it on the counter.  Pressing his left palm against the small of her back, he grasped the plug with his right hand, worked it in and out, and twisted it free, laying it on the tissue.  Her hole was slow to close but looked fine.

More than fine.

It was too damn tempting for an ass man like him.  Any notion that he could keep this impersonal shattered like broken fetters, allowing his erection to rise without impediments.

Spreading his fingers, he put his hand over the curve of her caned bottom and squeezed.

Moaning with pleasure, their Cajun painslut arched her spine and pushed back into his touch.  Between the swollen folds of her shaved pussy, her dewy slit glistened, her juices escaping to track down her thighs.  The air was thick with her musk.

Just how far would she let him go?

“Beautiful,” he murmured, the erotic timbre of his voice making her skin flock with goosebumps.  “What do you want, Sweet Thang?  You want it forced?  You want it rough?  You want me to tie you up or just throw you down and own that pussy and ass?”

He humped her crack, letting her feel just how hard he was for her.  The friction made her gasp and push her hips back to grind against him.

“Or I could take you here,” he rumbled.  “Keep you bent just like this and fuck that hungry hole of yours.  Stick my dick in your ass, fill you up, and ream you out.”

Her only response was heavy breathing and the look of desperation when their eyes met in the mirror.

Reaching for the bottom of his boxers, Beast pushed up the hem, pulled his erection out of the leg opening, and stroked it with his hand.  The vanity drawer had the lubricant and condoms he would need.  Taking out both, he ripped open a foil packet and pulled the prophylactic from its pouch.

Wrapping up, he lubed his length and wiped the excess in her crack, teasing her bunghole before dipping a finger inside.  “Safeword if you need to,” he told her, “but ten inches is coming your way.”

Jolene went still, forcing herself to relax.  Notching his glans in her hoop, Beast gripped her hips and tilted his pelvis, sinking his length into her inch by incredible inch.  She panted softly, sucking air between her teeth and pushing it out, gasping when he reached around and pinched her tit.  Keeping hold of the pebbled tip, he twisted and pulled it brutally, making her even wetter.

“I wish like hell I had clamps,” he rasped in her ear and bit it.  Sliding his hand south, he pushed his fingers into her groin and found her pleasure button.  “I’d make you stand straight and watch in the mirror while I played with your clit, tortured your nipples, and fucked your ass.”

Jolene went still for a moment.  Exhaling softly, she straightened her arms and pushed off the vanity, pressing her back against his front in silent invitation.

Beast felt a bolt of lust strike straight to his core.  “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, giving her one last chance before things got intense.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.  “But I’m tired of watching and wondering what it feels like when you fuck the other sweetbutts.”  She caught her lower lips between her teeth and searched his gaze.  When she released it, her mouth was set, and her whiskey eyes were lit with determination.  “I would like to be able to walk when we’re done.”

Beast pulled out an inch and pushed in deeper.  “Little girl, I had to carry you in here,” he reminded her.  “Do you really expect to walk out?”

“No.”

“Good.”

MIDNIGHT RAIDERS MC SERIES

The Midnight Raiders MC Series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell debuts 12 April 2022 in the Twisted Steel: Third Edition. The anthology is up for pre-order, specially priced at 99¢. We hit the USA TODAY list with the second edition and hope the next one will be even more successful.

The book Claire and I are writing for it is MM, but we expect the second book in the series to be MMF. This new series is a unique take on a popular genre. We hope readers will enjoy it as much as we love writing it.

The series is set in Edwardsville, Illinois, home of a Route 66 festival where our Book 1 main characters meet. To research, I made a trip to this year’s festival, took lots of pictures, and wrote from first-hand observation. The century-old Sears and Roebuck house, local businesses, and clubhouse in the series are pure invention but fun to write. We can’t wait to show them to you!

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HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 7.5/SEASON TWO PREQUEL)

HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 7.5/SEASON TWO PREQUEL)

by USA Today Bestselling Authors Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 49,315 words

Cover by Crystal Visions

Single Title Release Date November 6, 2021

 

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Originally part of the Twisted Steel: A Motorcycle Club Anthology (Second Edition), released April 13, 2021, a USA Today bestseller (FREE with KU and still available for a limited time). Teasers and excerpts: https://bit.ly/GH7pt5WP.

Quake is a club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC, gargoyle shifters who belong to The Order of the Dragon. Together, they are sworn to watch over mankind and supernaturals alike. Warrior, soldier, he’s never envisioned more out of life until a certain stripper catches his eye.

Magenta is a rare red maned wolf shifter. She’s the featured performer and highest-paid sex worker at The Pole Barn, a strip club and brothel near Las Vegas, Nevada, but it’s not where she plans to spend her life.

Magenta—aka Rory Lockheart—dreams of more.

When trouble comes knocking on Magenta’s door, it’s Quake who comes to her rescue. She’s the stuff of his dreams, but women like her don’t date even when attraction ignites between them.

After Magenta is kidnapped, all evidence points to the low-life jackal shifters in the Death’s Head MC. Can Quake find the rare beauty before it’s too late, or will she disappear from his life forever?

Dangerous Curves is the Guarded Hearts Season Two prequel. Quake and Magenta’s story continues in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Guarded Hearts Book 8). This story ends in a cliffhanger and has adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

Leaning forward, she palmed one pec and bit his other nipple, licking the hurt away.

“Magenta,” he hissed a warning above her head, releasing her arm and fisting her hair.

The feel of it made her breathless with anticipation of what would happen next. Normally, it was the other way around.

She had that effect on men.

“You’re welcome,” she quipped. She hadn’t made him finish and he hadn’t actually thanked her, but his look spoke volumes. The man was smitten with her. Too bad he couldn’t afford her.

But tonight was off the clock. Her time, not his dime. If she wanted fuck his brains out, Madam Belle couldn’t stop her. Not if she wanted to keep her around, and she did. Magenta was her top draw. A money-making machine.

Tonight, though, she just wanted to be Rory. To be with someone of her choosing.

To be with Quake.

“Stay…?” she asked him. “I’d feel safer if you did. I know you’ll protect me…, won’t you?”

A callused hand cradled her face. His dark eyes were enigmatic.

“Please?” she whispered, prepared to beg him if that’s what it took.

He searched her gaze, looking for answers to questions unknown, trying to figure out what was happening between them. She couldn’t deny that she felt it, too. Something indefinable. Remarkable. Foreign and yet strangely familiar.

An attachment a whore couldn’t afford to feel.

Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow, she’d exorcise it. Rid herself of it. Erase the memory of his touch and forget that tonight ever happened. Madam Belle had just what she needed to do it. But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, she wanted Quake.

 

BOUND BY THE PIRATE KING (PLUNDERED BY PIRATES BOOK 1)

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Bound by the Pirate King (Plundered by Pirates Book 1)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 57,711 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions. Cover Reveal October 1, 2021.

Release Date November 26, 2021

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Mirabella Rousseau is on the run, sailing with her cousin from the Caribbean to France to escape an arranged marriage. Posing as Gaspard’s male servant offers a measure of protection until their ship is captured by the infamous pirate, Captain Giorgio Baretti.

When Giorgio and his first mate, Paolo Serra, learn Mirabella’s true identity, they quickly claim her for themselves, determined to make her pay for her uncle’s sins. Sworn enemies of Henri Allard, Giorgio and Paulo intend to bend his orphaned niece to their will, forcing her to share their bed whilst trying to uncover the secrets that she keeps.

Learning that Mirabella holds the key to the treasure map in Giorgio’s possession changes everything. Flung into a dangerous adventure of betrayal, passion, risk, and redemption, they must hazard all they hold dear to save themselves—including the young woman who has somehow touched their cold pirate hearts.

This swashbuckling historical ménage is written with dark humor, a murder mystery, and a dash of intrigue, replete with nods to modern pop culture. Fans of The Princess Bride will appreciate that Bound by the Pirate King began as a fictional novel in a fictional novel whose heroine had a taste for lurid literature and pirate play.

Written with heat, humor, and possible triggers for Ages 18+.

*****

Excerpt 1:

Mirabella sliced a look at the cage where her kitten was mewling, begging to be let out. “Lucky needs to eat,” she told them. “And drink. She needs tending. Played with. If you want me willing in your bed, you’ll take care of my pussy, poor thing.”

Paolo snickered. “I promise you, Mirabella, your pussy will not be neglected for long.”

“Indeed,” the captain agreed brightly. “We shall pay special attention to it, won’t we, First Mate? Together, we shall make certain it lacks for nothing.”

Lucky meowed in agreement as if it heard and understood every word they’d said.

Paolo left briefly, returning with a saucer of milk, a piece of salt pork, and a crust of bread. Freed from its cage, the kitten ate with gusto, then climbed the covers to lie in a patch of sunlight that dappled the captain’s bed.

Thankfully, Baretti allowed her to dress after her bath. Donning a chemise with a walking dress appropriated from the stores in the hold, she padded barefoot to the bed to check on her pet. Seeing her, the poor thing scurried over and began licking and nipping at her fingers as if it hadn’t just eaten.

“She was starving,” Mirabella scolded tartly. “From now on, meals are for the four of us, or I shall go hungry, too.”

Paolo arched a brow. “I think she means business, Captain.”

She straightened to her full height, well below theirs, and turned to face them. Capitaine Baretti met her gaze, filled with steely determination. Lucky was her baby. She refused to neglect her responsibility to meet its needs just to satisfy their base desires.

*****

Excerpt 2 (PG17):

“Search the room!” the pirate boomed.  Anything of value, bring on deck.”

Whoever was there laughed at the mess that Gaspard had made.  “He must have had his pistols buried,” an Irish-accented voice rang out. Having grown up with an uncle in politics, Mirabella had developed an ear for languages. She spoke five fluently and could manage a casual conversation in two more. 

“Nice ones, they were. I can see why he’d hide them. A pair like that would fetch a pretty penny in Nassau.”

“Paolo’s got his coin and guns,” a second man complained, Portuguese from the sounds of it. “I don’t know what he expects us to find.”

They found “Marcel Trudeau”, of course, sweating beneath a layer of Gaspard’s clothes when they searched his chest.

“Well, well!” the Irish pirate chortled. “Looks like the Frenchy keeps more in his toy box than pistols. “Out ye come, laddie. Let’s have a look at ye.”

Helpless to do aught else, Mirabella sat up, blinking her eyes in the thin light of the cabin. Grasping the edge of the chest, she pulled herself up to sit, then stand, acutely aware of the pirates’ consideration.

“Scrawny thing,” the Portuguese pirate pointed out the obvious. “Won’t be much help for crewing.”

The Irishman hummed. “He might make a decent cabin boy,” he mused. “If he’s been serving the Frenchy like I suspect, we could always put him in a dress and make him an honorary dame de voyage. I’m certain Salvatore will find him a vast improvement over a lump of straw.”

Mirabella felt a flash of fear strike like lightning in her veins. If they put a dress over her was one thing. She didn’t mind serving as a dance partner if that’s what they needed to alleviate their boredom. But there’s no way she could risk having them strip her and have her secrets exposed.

Climbing out of her hiding space, she stood back to let them finish searching. They managed to find the hidden compartment where Gaspard kept extra coins and jewelry. Satisfied that they’d discovered everything of value, they herded her down the hall and up the stairs to the main deck, where everyone else was assembled.

Prisoners, all.

A throaty moan she easily recognized came from nearby. Wondering what in God’s name was happening, she craned her neck and spied the newlyweds, draped facedown over two barrels sitting side by side. Both of them were being taken like animals, used for the pirates’ pleasure.

They were sodomites…

With a sinking feeling, she realized that masquerading as Marcel Trudeau did not offer the safety that she’d hoped. Gaspard must know it, too. Finding her in the crowd, he gave her a bleak look and a wan smile.

The two pirates who’d found her took the treasures they discovered and presented them to a tall, dark, striking figure of a man whose bearing was one of command. Their report included her, she was certain, when he turned his dark brown eyes her way and pinned her in place with his gaze.

Motioning to another of his crew, the dark devil dispatched him, sending him her way. Mirabella felt her knees weaken, threatening to buckle, when the giant hulk strode to where she stood. Without warning, he thrust his meaty hand between her legs, dislodging her codpiece so that it fell down the leg of her breeches to land by her knee.

She looked helplessly at Gaspard. 

Looked pleadingly at the pirate, who gave her an evil grin.

“Il Capitano was right,” Salvatore sighed with regret. “Come, wench. Time to pay the piper his due.”

*****

EXCERPT 3 (NSFW):

“And the key?” Giorgio questioned eagerly. “Is it close?”

She hesitated for a heartbeat. “Yes,”

“In your possession? Something you or your cousin are carrying?”

“Stop! I will not tell you more!”

Growling in anger, the captain straightened. “I will have it. One way or another, you will give it to me, mademoiselle.”

Paolo watched in growing amusement as they glared at each other across the table. This was going to be entertaining. Perhaps Giorgio had finally met his match.

The captain reached down and adjusted himself. “The defiance in your eyes makes my cock hard,” Giorgio rumbled. “I think it’s time you took us both.”

Confusion swept across Mirabella’s lovely face. “I thought….”

“Oh, there are many ways to take you. You’ve only experienced one. You have a choice: yield your maidenhead to us tonight, or we shall take your tight little bum at the same time.”

Her eyes grew wide. “That is impossible! You would not fit!”

“Trust me, mademoiselle, it is more than doable. You will feel every inch of us both inside you. Now. Your maidenhead, yes or no?”

“Non!” she spat, “I will not give it to either of you willingly. If you take it, then what I know of the map will go with me to the grave.”

“Arse it is, then,” Paolo smirked. “Shall I see what oil Rosa has in the cuisine? We’re going to need it if we don’t want to rip her apart.”

Giorgio agreed. “Fetch some and meet us upstairs.”

Rosa glowered at him when he stepped into the cuisine behind the house.

Baretti’s housekeeper didn’t mind the captain adding guests to impress with her cooking, but she vehemently disapproved of how they were treating Mirabella.

If the woman knew magick, they might be in trouble.

“I need oil,” he told her. “Something good for the skin, eh? Nothing that will burn if there’s an abrasion or scratch. Mild and gentle. What do you have?”

He’d tried to cover bases. He didn’t need oils that she may have added things to. Heaven help them if she’d grated ginger into any of them.

“Here,” she snarled, shoving a bottle of something into his hand. “Da captain’s olive oil. He can eat it or use it. Remind him when he has none to dip his bread into.”

Paolo nodded. “We’ll have to get more, then,” he murmured, glad to escape her withering stare.

Hastening back to the house, he mounted the stairs and approached Giorgio’s bedroom. The captain had stripped Mirabella of her clothes and was making her wash the rouge from her breasts.

Dio.  Rosa was going to be doubly pissed come laundry day.

Giorgio swiveled his head and found the bottle he carried. “Olive oil,” Paolo told him. “Use it sparingly and plan on getting more soon.”

Spanish prizes were always good for it. And if worse came to worse, they could always buy more.

Giorgio nodded, stripping off his clothes, already planning his next raid, he could tell.

Paolo presented him with the bottle to let him use it first. Mirabella’s eyes widened at the sight of Giorgio’s engorged manhood, which was fully hard for her again, its head like a ripe plum with dew clinging to the end.

He squeezed out more when he put oil in his palm and applied it, fisting his shaft and coating its length.

Mirabella was next. The captain tossed her onto the ticking and drizzled oil in her crevice, spreading it with his fingers over her anus and dipping a finger inside to lubricate her. He added a few more drops to the second finger he inserted and even more with the third. Usually, he would take her at this point, but tonight was special, trying something they’d never done before, sharing the same orifice at once.

Giorgio added a fourth finger and started pumping his arm, fucking her with his hand. “Si,” he crooned. “Do you feel that? I guarantee there is more coming your way, eh, Paolo?”

ASH (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 7)

Ash: Guarded Hearts Book 7

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

VOTED ONE OF THE 50 BEST INDIE BOOKS OF 2021

Length: 112,488 words

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Release Date, Mar 7, 2021

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On the run from her mobster stepfather, Ashlee Gabrielli knows to trust no one. When Ash stumbles through the gates of the Citadel looking for a place to hide, she has no idea the men here are shifters.

Tobias Santini is the leader of The Order of the Phoenix. The cadre’s superior has guided his men and protected their women since the first fated mate was found. With everyone else in relationships, Tobias remains alone, serving as guardian to them all.

When he discovers Ash hiding in the garden, everything changes. She’s the image of a woman he loved and lost a lifetime ago, and she’s in trouble. Taking her under his wing, Tobias vows to protect her—even from himself when attraction sparks between them.

Ash is inexplicably drawn to the silver fox superior. Eventually, he reveals their past life connection, but he’s still keeping secrets. She has one, too, possessing a dangerous gift that no one foresees. With forces unfolding their insidious plans and a final showdown brewing, the men of the Citadel will need every ally they have to survive the wrath of the vampire Etienne. Yet even that might not be enough this time.

This epic Season One finale has BDSM, consensual power exchange, dark themes, and potential triggers, including a history of child abuse. The first DD/lg book of the series is written for Ages 18+.

Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two will feature members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel) debuts in the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021.

EXCERPT 1 (PG):

<p class="has-text-align-justify" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80"><strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.</strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.

“What?” Ash questioned, looking at him like he’d gone mad.

Catching himself, he realized he’d been staring like a besotted fool. Moonstruck by this enigmatic young woman.

Tobias cleared his throat. “Forgive me, I should have set out a brush and comb for you to use.” Ash still had questions to answer and could easily be a threat to his home if she was working for their enemies. Showing her kindness was one way of putting her at ease.

Ash shrugged a slim shoulder. “I used a bunch of other stuff, but it would be nice to brush my hair before we eat.”

Tearing himself away, Tobias quickly fetched the items and brought them back to her. When she reached to take them, he could smell the subtle scent of his favorite soap on her hair and skin. Why it pleased him, he wasn’t sure. He was desperate to know why she looked so much like the one woman who had meant so much to him, one he’d lost centuries ago. Coincidence? Or was something darker and more nefarious at play?

He watched her turn, quickly returning to the bathroom to brush her locks and bring order to the messy blonde mop.

He had planned to work on the carousel phoenix today but he didn’t dare leave her alone. One unguarded moment and she might disappear as quickly as smoke. Remembering the way the air had rippled around him when he’d caught her by the wall, he frowned. He needed to know who she was…, what she was, and what powers she possessed.

Perhaps it was time to call Father Xavier over for a visit. The priest was the acting head of the Guardians of the Sacred Light cell in the city. Although the secret organization had no real love for supernaturals, Xavier had many he called friends. If anyone would know what this woman was, it would be him. Tobias wondered if she was some kind of changeling or shapeshifter. That would explain why she had Francesca’s face. Perhaps she had picked up his thoughts which had been so heavy with the past lately and used an image from his memories.

“Ready.”

The sound of her voice dragged him from his musings. Standing before him, she stared up at him, her expression a mix of innocence and nervousness. Tobias remembered her earlier fear when he’d grappled her to the ground and felt a surge of protectiveness toward this female who had come so unexpectedly under his care.

Whether she was his prisoner or his ward remained to be seen.

EXCERPT 2 (NSFW):

“Hey,” Tobias whispered. “We don’t have to do this.”

Ash straightened her spine. “Yes, we do. You know we do.”

Her virginity might have been stolen from her by the monster she’d lived with, but to Ash, this would be her first time. The one she would always remember. She’d chosen Tobias to give her the memory of what it should have been like. Something to treasure. The first man she’d truly been attracted to. Her choice. No one else’s.

Ash knew she’d made the right decision from the way he kept talking to her. If she said stop, she knew in her heart he would.

Walking on her knees, she straddled his head and let the calloused hands on her hips guide her into place. She curled her fingers around the top of his headboard and hung on for the ride.

He licked her, a sinful stroke of his tongue that made her want to grind herself on his face and use it to get herself off like she’d used his fingers. He licked her again, shifted her, angled his head, and started fucking her with his tongue. Her small breasts swung with the motion, pelvis rocking against his hungry mouth. He feasted on her like a starving man before finding her clit and letting his finger fill the void he’d left behind.

A familiar tension built, holding her in its grip, refusing to let her go but not letting her find completion, either. She whimpered, feeling desperate and needy.

Hearing her, Tobias gave her clit one last lick, fastened his lips over it, and sucked it into his mouth. Working a second finger into her pussy, he banged her with his fingers, curled them, and drove her over the edge.

She’d never come so hard in her life. Juices shot out, wetting his face. Her spasming walls milked his hand, tightening around his digits like a Chinese finger trap.

“Sorry,” she apologized when he tried to pull out and her muscles clenched that much harder. “I guess my pussy doesn’t want to let you go.”

Embarrassed, she couldn’t meet his gaze. This was so different than what she’d experienced in the past. Better but at the same time she felt awkward and unsure. Tobias was older than she was. He wasn’t quite human but he had confidence that assured her he’d done things like this before. Ash pushed aside the twinge of jealousy. Tonight was her night. She wasn’t going to let thoughts of his other lovers spoil it.

He didn’t let that deter him. Instead, he started teasing her clit, toggling it with his tongue, drawing designs on it that helped her to open up to him. He fucked her with two fingers and worked in a third, jacking his hand in short forays that grew in strength and speed. When she was on the verge of coming again, he fucking lifted her by the waist, sat up with her, and lowered her onto his cock.

Or tried to.

Four fingers might have been enough to stretch her out.

“Breathe, babygirl,” he murmured. “Take hold of me if you need to. Part your lips with the tip and find your opening and guide me in. Just like that. Christ.”

Thank goodness she was slick. It was all she could do to wedge the head of his erection inside her and slowly sink down onto it, inch by incredible inch. The man was huge. Huge. Her god of the forge was hung like a horse. It took forever to work her way down, rocking against him, gaining ground with every push.

She winced when he hit bottom.

“Ssh,” he crooned. “Just hold still. Let your body adjust. Don’t try to rush it. Everything will come in time.”

He started whispering lovetalk in an odd mix of Italian and Latin, telling her how beautiful she was, how brave she was, how lucky he was to have found her. Ash took it as all the things she imagined a man was supposed to say during sex. Not the insults and threats she’d endured at the hands of her stepfather.

But Tobias kept on, vowing to protect her, to cherish her. She knew this was different when he bent his head and kissed her breast and confessed he couldn’t wait to see their baby there.

Men didn’t talk babies. Not like he was talking.

She realized then that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Oh, God. What was she thinking?

“It’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think?” she asked him nervously. 

Tobias jerked back his head, shocked that she knew what he’d been saying.

“You’re not wearing a rubber,” she reminded him. “Promise me you won’t get me pregnant. I’m too young for that. I want to live a little before I think about having kids. Jesus, I’m barely more than a kid myself.”

Guilt washed over his features. “I don’t have condoms,” he confessed. “I haven’t needed them.”

What?

He didn’t have lovers or hookups or whatever? How could that possibly be as good looking and fit as he was?

“You’re going to buy some,” she ordered. “If we’re going to keep doing this, I’m not taking chances. Meanwhile, can you control yourself enough to pull out to finish? I don’t care where, just as long as it’s not inside me.”

Flexing his hips and driving up into her, he wove his fingers into her hair and pressed their foreheads together, holding her close while they shared each labored breath. “I do. I can. I will,” he swore.

“Okay, then. I’m trusting you to take care of me.”

“Always.”

LASSIE, COME HOME

LASSIE COME HOME

by Ree L. Diehl

Release Date 31 December 2020

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In Edinburgh at Hogmanay, cultures will collide….

Highland athlete Ross Carmichael is a mountain of a man and more than most women can handle. American Nora Taylor isn’t put off by his size, and she loves that he wears a kilt.

Now if she can just see what’s underneath it…

Lassie, Come Home is a 5,000-word erotic romantic comedy short story first appearing in A Curvy Christmas Anthology.  Written for Ages 18+.

Beta Reader Dawn Martin-Smith: I find it incredible that you have such a way with words, that under a different nom de plume the stories are so different. Nia, I love Ree L Diehl’s stories.  They are short, sweet and fucking hot!

Excerpt:

He’d given thought to what he had to offer a woman, let alone one as beautiful as she was.  His size intimidated most that he met.  Under a bit of paunch, he had enough muscle to tip the scale at three hundred twenty-five pounds and rank in the top ten of any Highland games that he competed in.

He was a mountain of a man.  Lucky for him, she was an avid climber.

After connecting online, he’d managed to talk her into visiting Scotland.  Now that she was here, he hoped that he could get her to stay.

Given her interests, he could tempt her with Harry Potter places, dangle castles and historic sites, and offer to guide her on a number of walking tours.  Today’s weather would have been perfect for it.  With temperatures hovering at fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the average tourist required no more than a light jacket or shawl.  Aussies wore winter coats, and braw souls from Northern climes sported bare legs and arms.

Ross gripped himself under the table and imagined pinning her to the wall of the lavvie and banging her senseless.

Christ.

He couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

DARCY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

DARCY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

Length: 89,000 words.  Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

Cover Reveal Sept 1, 2020     Release Date, Oct 23, 2020

 

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Darcy Takahara’s distrust of supernaturals makes her wary of cadre members Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt…

 

Darcy Takahara’s experience with dark forces puts her at odds with the men at the Citadel. With her cousin in their clutches, she’s not sure they can be trusted.

Driven by her own agenda, she accepts a teaching position at The Haven, a private boys’ school in rural New York. She’s on the trail of her ex-lover, Dr. Liu Chan, the former member of an elite secret order. Discovering him on staff at the school, she fears Liu is up to his old tricks.

Gaining the trust of those around her is imperative. Darcy does what she must to infiltrate their ranks and learn Liu’s secrets. When things take a devastating turn, she’s forced to seek the help of two men she’s been trying to avoid.

Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt have been watching Raven’s cousin for a while. The Asian beauty is feisty and strong, and they’ve both fallen head over heels for her.

The problem is she can’t be trusted. When circumstances force a wary truce, the men think they have their chance to win their fated mate. But Darcy’s mission is far from over. With an old enemy rising, the men must work quickly to aid her or risk losing her forever.

 

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).

This story has potential triggers, including interrogation and forced compliance. MFM ménage erotic romance with MM and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT (PG13):

He was waiting for her inside the door, a handsome man with dark hair, golden skin, and almond eyes that spoke to his Chinese heritage.  She hadn’t seen him in years, but he hadn’t changed.

Assessing her with a long, slow sweep of his gaze, Dr. Chan nodded his satisfaction.

“Ms. Takahara,” he intoned, giving her a stiff, formal bow, his face betraying nothing.  “How are you?”

It was the telling note in his voice, the hint of thinly veiled anger that revealed what he did not say.

Taking a breath, she ventured a guess.  “You saw what he did.”

“Yes,” he grated.  “Are you hurt?  Do you need me to examine you?”

She shook her head.  “No.  No,” she insisted, stepping back when he started to reach for her.

He dropped his hand.  A Chinese curse blistered the air.

“It’s alright,” she assured him, trying to convince herself as much as the doctor.  “You know me.  I’m tough.  I’ll survive.”

Giving her a long, considering look, he canted his head questioningly. “Is it true what the whispers say?  Have you gone rogue?”

Darcy stared into the face of the man who had changed her life in so many ways for both good and bad.  Nothing had been the same since she’d met him.

“It’s true,” she replied quietly.  “Like you, I grew tired of serving someone else’s agenda.  I needed a fresh start, and Dr. Rossi offered it.”

“He should not have done what he did,” he grated, no longer talking about Rossi.

“No, but it’s the price I pay for being better.  Rape isn’t about sex.  It’s about control.  You know this.”

“You should have fought harder.”

“Like I fought you?”  She dropped her gaze to the scar on his face.  “I’m sorry I hurt you, Dr. Chan.”

He reached for her, slowly, carefully, as if she was as feral as the cat she was trying to tame.

“And I’m sorry he hurt you,” he said.   “I didn’t know.  I would have stopped it.”

She shook her head.  “It’s alright, Dr. Chan.”

He tipped her chin and tsked.  “Not here, not now, and not when it’s just the two of us.  Under this roof, there is no doctor or Ms.  Within these walls,” he told her, “you are Darcy Takahara and I am Liu Chan.”

“Liu,” she acknowledged, breathing in his scent, as memorable as their time together… 

And almost as tempting as the two men she’d been forced to leave behind.

If Tobias had his way, she’d never see Zana or Lukas again.

Liu, however, was here.  And the pheromones rolling off him in waves confirmed that he still wanted her as much as ever.

Maybe more so, now that the colonel had had her, too.

 

EXCERPT (NSFW):

Going by instinct alone, Lukas leveled a look at Darcy that dared her to disobey and barked at Zana, “You! Take her to the kitchen! I will fetch the rope.”

It was in the dungeon two floors up, but Lukas made a flying trip and was back in no time with hanks of natural and dyed jute rope clutched in both hands.

Darcy was seated in a chair that Zana had pulled away from the table, far enough that both men could prowl around it and have access to every available part of her. The Persian had pulled off his belt and used it to handcuff her wrists—a clever trick that Killian had learned from one of Raven’s books and shared with the rest of the brothers.

Zana hadn’t gagged her, but he had gripped her chin and was making her suck his thumb.

Just the sight of them gave Lukas a raging hard-on.

Tossing most of the rope onto the floor, he untied one hank, shook it out, and used it to lash her calves and ankles to the front legs of the chair. Looping another length through her bound wrists, he pulled her arms over her head with her elbows up and her hands behind her neck. Drawing one end through the bottom rung of the chair, he cinched the rope tight and tied a quick-release knot in it. Standing, he circled in front of her and ripped open her towel, exposing the exquisite lines of her athletic body to them.

Darcy gasped.

Lukas stared. He’d never seen a naked woman except in porn and this one was perfect in his eyes. Her breasts were high, round, and firm with golden brown nipples furled into diamond-hard knots. Her shaved pussy was plump, smooth, and already sopping wet.

Zana frowned, worried that maybe he was taking things a bit too far.

Lukas didn’t think so. There was one way to find out.

“What do you have to say for yourself, fräulein?” Lukas thrust a hand between her legs. This time her gasp was followed by a moan. Her eyes grew languorous, heavy-lidded with lust, her chest rising and falling with each panting breath. “Explain this. What has made you so wet, hmm?” As an experiment, he lightly slapped her breast. Feeling her gush, he slapped it again, harder. “What is your mission? Whom are you trying to save? Talk or we will find ways to loosen that tongue of yours and then…, I already know something else I wish to do with that mouth.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head, playing the part of a recalcitrant prisoner.

“Very well.” Lukas drew himself up to his full, intimidating height. “Zana! Give me your knife. I want you to fuck her with your fingers but don’t let her come. Bring her to the edge and keep her there.”

Quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing, Zana pulled his favorite folding knife from his pocket and handed it to Lukas. Kneeling by the chair, the Persian ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs and pushed one finger into her sheath.

“Christ, she’s tight,” his partner breathed, flexing his arm and working his digit in and out several times before attempting to add another one.

Lukas flicked open Zana’s knife and held it in front of Darcy’s face. A warrior like her would appreciate such a weapon, forged in fire and hammered into the perfect blend of function and form. She held her breath, eyes widening when he brought it to her neck below her chin and pressed the flattened blade against her throat. “Just the tip,” he promised, shifting his angle enough to barely puncture her skin. Breath hissed between her teeth when he dipped his head and licked her wound.

The taste of her blood triggered his own quickening that Zana had experienced earlier. It was true. She was their fated mate, sent to them for a higher purpose. Now they needed to make her their own, share their seed, and begin her transformation.

But Zana had taught him, ladies first.

Lukas tossed the knife onto the counter and came to stand opposite Zana by Darcy’s free side. Raising his hand, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed, listening to the liquid sounds from below and watching every nuance on her exotically beautiful face. “Bang her harder,” he ordered his partner. “I think she likes it rough.”

Zana used all of his experience to bring Darcy to the edge of her climax and keep her there without letting her go over. Lukas tightened his grip on the slender column of her throat. Letting his knowledge of anatomy guide him, he squeezed until he’d cut off her air and she started to fight for it.

“Come for us,” he crooned, not letting up until she did, her body convulsing almost violently as she squirted, juices shooting out to bathe the inside of her thighs and wet the floor between her feet.

“Good girl,” Zana hummed, pleased with her responsiveness.

“Are you ready to talk?” Lukas asked her.

Darcy eyed him warily from the fog of post-orgasmic bliss.

“No?  Have it your way.  Zana, take her to bed. We’ll keep her there until she agrees to answer our questions or we fuck the truth out of her.”

 

 

 

 

Replay Book 12: CAGED

 

Replay Book 12: CAGED

by Nia Farrell

Length 22,689 words. Release date June 20, 2020.

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Kitten gets a Daddy Dom for Father’s Day!

The pandemic has struck and play weekends are canceled at Replay BDSM theme resort after one of the owner’s wife’s patients tests positive. The few patrons still there agree to self-quarantine with a two-week all-inclusive stay. While Sir Piers remains home with his family, it’s left to his executive assistant Kitten and his administrative assistant Samael to see that things run smoothly at the resort.

One of their guests is triple-platinum recording artist Thaddeus Rhodes, a tattooed, bearded Daddy Dom who’s into steampunk cosplay. Thaddeus thinks it’s a shame that Kitten takes care of everyone else and no one takes care of this little.

Faced with two weeks of lockdown, Kitten comes up with a list of things to help to pass the time. What starts out as a game of ways to please this Daddy quickly evolves into something much, much more.

This story includes consensual power exchange, DD/lg ageplay, partner sharing, domestic discipline, and bisexual ménage scenes. If any of this offends you, please don’t buy this book. Written for Ages 18+.

Author’s Note: Kitten has been a secondary character in the first eleven Replay books. It was wonderful to finally meet her. I love that Kitten finds her perfect Daddy Dom just in time for Father’s Day!

EXCERPT (PG13):

He was a Dominant without a permanent submissive and Kitten was a little who needed a Daddy. Before today, he’d only known her professionally as Sir Piers’s executive assistant and an integral part of what made Replay BDSM theme resort successful. He would never have encroached on Sir Piers’s territory, would never have offered to be her Dominant, but the circumstances they found themselves had him doing things that were, in short, extraordinary.

They’d both been potentially exposed to a deadly virus. In two weeks, they’d know if their self-quarantine was a necessary precaution. Meanwhile, he had music weaving itself in his head and a little whose ass needed reddened for working through her lunchtime.

Not good.

Not good at all.

She eyed the ornate cage in the corner with a mix of anticipation and trepidation—and who could blame her? He’d told her what he intended to do. He was going to spank her bottom, tuck her inside, and keep her there until she was truly repentant. What he hadn’t told her was what would happen next. When she was full of remorse and riddled with angst about what she could do to please him, he planned to bind her arms to the bars and take her where she stood…

EXCERPT (NSFW):

Crawling to the door of her cage, she sat back on her heels in a Gorean pose and waited for him to notice. He made her wait a minute more while he finished whatever he was typing on his tablet before hitting send and closing it.

“Well, little miss. Are you going to share what’s in that busy mind of yours? Have you thought of ways to please me?”

She knew men. He’d be expecting the usual. A blow job. Vaginal sex. Anal sex. A lap dance. A strip routine. Things men typically envisioned for immediate gratification.

“I think so, Daddy. I hope so. First, I’d like to dress like Bindi in Iron Domination and play hide-and-seek with you aboard the Nebula.”

If he’d read the books (and judging by the beard-shadowed curl of his lips, he had), he’d know exactly where to find her.

“I like the way you think, little girl. Go on.”

“When you’ve found me, I’ll give you a bath like Bindi does Adams…, rub your feet and massage your neck before bed.”

“That’s two.”

Only two, and he was already hard for her.

“In the morning, I’ll cook you breakfast and serve it to you on a tray wearing nothing but a smile.”

He liked the sound of that, too.

“Three,” he counted.

“After dinner that night, we can play a game of chess. The winner gets to pick what porn to watch and act out.”

“That’s four,” he hummed. “One more.”

“I could give Daddy a massage,” she offered.

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re already giving me one after my bath.”

“But this is different,” she swore. “Special. It’s internal massage. A prostate massage.”

“Five,” he rumbled, reaching for the door.

“And then,” she breathed, “I’ll polish your knob—” she left it hanging, letting his imagination run wild “—on your walking stick. The silver-gripped one. It’s too heavy to use for impact play, but I can help you find another cane to use. Or you can make me cut a switch.”

“Six,” he rasped, curling his fingers around his erection and rubbing himself through his fly.

“One more,” she added, licking her lips for effect. “I want to give Daddy head while massaging his prostate. I want you to come down my throat and make me swallow every drop.”

The heat in his eyes was incendiary.

“My turn,” he growled. “I want to tie you to the sides of the cage. Clamp your nipples. Suck your clit. Get you wet and fuck you through the bars with my fingers digging into your hips so hard, you’ll be wearing my bruises tomorrow and feeling my dick for days. In your pussy. In your ass. What’s your safeword, pet? One to slow and one to stop.”

She could get creative later. Right now, she needed fucked. “Yellow and red, Daddy. Yellow to slow and red to stop. Please…,” she begged, eyes widening when he unbuttoned his fly and she saw the size of his erection. He was huge. Massive. Nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist.

There was no way he was going to fit.

Daddy smirked. “I like it when you beg,” he rumbled. “I want to make you squeal. Put your back against the bars, elbows out, arms bent, hands up. I’ll tie you with enough give to let you move a bit. It’s more fun that way.”

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