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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THE THREE GRACES DUET 1: SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING AMAZING

The Three Graces Duet 1:

Something Else, Something Amazing

by Nia Farrell

 

(Books One and Four in the series are available as single titles.)

Duet release date January 2, 2020

Free with Kindle Unlimited

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Welcome to fictional Posey, Minnesota, the per capita ménage capital of the USA. Three women live here whose names all mean Grace. Grace Murphy, Anna James, and Rachel Givens share their stories in books 1-3 of the series before the men take over and tell their side of things in books 4-7.

The individual novellas in The Three Graces Series are available as single titles but six of them are now paired as the duets they were meant to be. This is the first of the three duets—she said/he said written from Grace Murphy and Nico White’s points of view.

Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) is written in Grace’s voice. 

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/TGB1WP

Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who dreams of her soulmates—Nico White, a bisexual American Indian musician, and J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared.  J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal.  It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM.  With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow.  But forging a future will mean healing the past, however painful it might be.

An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance, this book is written as a standalone, but the epilogue ends with a teaser for the second book in the series.  Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers.  Ages 18+.

Reviewers: “It’s part paranormal, part BDSM, part love story, but all good….” “Imaginative and sexy” “A likeable, strong heroine and two very hot heroes” “I am a strong believer in psychic abilities so for me this book was a HOME RUN! I loved the storyline and the sex – WOW – talk about HOT!!!” “Jam-packed with just about everything a reader can imagine (and fantasize about)!…Nico is…hotter than hot! …J.T. is a total alpha and literally makes the pages (and your panties) sizzle.

Something Amazing (The Three Graces Book Four) is written from Nico’s point of view. 

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/TG4WP 

Nico White is a bisexual American Indian musician and a shaman who has visions of his soulmates. In his dreams, there are always three of them—two men and one woman who reincarnate together again and again. He meets psychic medium Grace Murphy first, but it’s six months more before they meet J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared. It soon becomes clear that the reason they’re together again is to help J.T. heal.

J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal. It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM. With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow. But healing the present means remembering the past, however painful it might be.

An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance. The book shares some scenes with Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) told from Nico’s point of view and includes additional scenes. Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers. Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1:

J.T. notices my submissive traits.  I keep my eyes down and let the two men lead the conversation, listening more than talking.  And I notice his Dominant traits.  He pays attention to my needs, making certain Cherry finally brings the glass of water that I ordered when we first got here and asking if my burger is cooked the way I like it.  He compliments my hair, my flowing New Age dress, and asks me the standard getting-to-know-you questions.

I tell him where I was born, where I went to school, where I work, where we live.

“You need to come out,” I tell him.  Please, please, please.  “It’s too cold for swimming, but on warm days, the fish still jump.  Or we could kayak.”  We have two, but a neighbor has several that he rents to campers, fishermen, and the occasional waterfowl hunter looking for a better way to retrieve downed birds.

Nico seconds the notion.  “Sure,” he says, lifting his beer in a toast.  “Bring your stuff.  Spend the weekend.  You can have my room.  I’ll take the couch.”  His choice of words reminds J.T. that, so far, we are only friends.

Hopefully, that’s about to change.

The warmth in Nico’s eyes makes me wonder if he’d rather share his room—his bed—with J.T. alone.  It would let the two men bond before adding me to the mix.  The trouble is, I can’t get a handle on J.T.  What’s he up for?

I need J.T. to want us.  Both of us.  I want what I’ve seen.  What I’ve dreamed about.  The three of us sharing a bed together, sometimes with me between, sometimes with Nico.  When we looked at properties, a master suite large enough for a California king was at the top of our list.  So far Nico’s been sleeping there alone, just him and those big, talented hands of his, fisting himself into oblivion.

But I can almost hear J.T.’s doubting Thomas.  The man doesn’t trust himself.  I sense the same darkness he does, the part of him that makes him afraid he’ll cross a line and hurt someone.

Wounded spirit.  And not just in this life.

Nothing that simple.

Nothing that easy.

Not that healing PTSD is ever easy.

Suddenly, I see him, struggling, hurting, lost.  Crippled with “soldier’s heart” in an alternate-reality past life that we shared, he’s also suffered shell shock in wars that he fought without us.  With the vision comes the knowledge of why we are here this time.  To help him mend.  To help him heal.  He’s been trying to dispel the darkness when he needs to embrace it.  Harness it.  Learn to live with his shadow self.

I can almost feel his collar on my neck and see the ink on Nico’s.

Excerpt 2:

The Pumphouse is hopping. The line’s out the door, and the temperature is dropping now that the sun is behind City Hall. When Grace shivers, I take her shawl, wrap it and my arms around her, and pull her back against me. The top of her head fits under my chin. Inhaling deeply, I smell the light fragrance of her shampoo and honeysuckle on her skin.

“Mmm,” she breathes, relaxing against me like we’ve known each other forever, not just eight hours or so. “I’m going to have to apologize to Anna. She tried to get us together before this, but the timing never worked out. Between fairs on weekends, readings in the evenings, and my job at THE Bookstore, I haven’t had much time for myself. Have I told you that I’m glad you came?”

“You can tell me again,” I assure her. “I’m glad that you’re here, too, Grace. At long fucking last,” I add pointedly, whispering in her ear.

Just when I think she can’t get any cuter, she giggles.

She turns her head to whisper back, “I thought you were going to say, ‘But I haven’t come. Yet…’” She falls silent, all traces of humor gone, the instant she feels me swelling against her back. “Nico?”

I fight the urge to grind my hips into hers. If she had any idea of how badly I want her and how roughly I’d like to take her, she’d be freaking right now.

“Grace. Sweetheart. Don’t. Move. Otherwise, they’re going to get dinner and a show.”

We’ve already attracted attention as the only male/female couple in line. I see at least one former sexual partner in the queue, but David’s not interested in a mixed-gender ménage. An all-male review is more his style, and the more, the merrier.

“Sorry. Sir.” The first word tells me that she understands. The second lets me know what her psychic radar’s already picked up on me. I’ve never discussed BDSM with Anna. We keep things platonic between us and pour our passion into our music.

“Good girl,” I tell Grace. “I can see we’re going to get along just fine, but you do know we’re missing one, right? If your dreams match mine, you know there are three of us.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. This time, when she trembles, it’s not from the cold.

“Have you met him?”

“No.”

“Me, neither. Soon, though. Don’t you think? Now that we’ve met, surely he’s close.”

“I hope the hell so,” she breathes. “I was starting to think I missed you guys, that I’ve been saving myself for nothing.” She goes quiet for a moment. “I don’t have any experience. Will that bother you?”

“Ah, Grace.” I bury my nose in her hair and nuzzle the top of her head. “Once he gets here, we’ll give what you can take, and take what you can give.”

She’s shaking now. I can smell her arousal. If I slip my hand between us and cup her s&x, I’m certain that she’s sopping wet, the crotch of her leggings soaked with her juices, imagining what it will be like to be taken by two men.

Or one man, while he takes me.

 

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The Three Graces Duet 1: Something Else, Something Amazing out 2 January 2020

The Three Graces Duet 2: Something Different, Something Awesome out 3 January 2020

The Three Graces Duet 3: Something More, Something Precious out 4 January 2020

 

REPLAY BOOK 11: WANTED

Facebook banned the original cover (below). Evidently, navels are too hot for them!

R11 Wanted SM

Replay Book 11: Wanted by Nia Farrell

Length 25,502 words.  Release date September 1, 2018.

Free with Kindle Unlimited

Amazon Universal link https://mybook.to/RB11

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Goodreads http://bit.ly/WantedGR or https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40952027-replay-book-11

 

Jeremy Randall is a graphic novelist whose Iron Domination Series inspired The Steamroom addition at Replay BDSM theme resort.  While he’s written BDSM, he’s only researched it, never experienced it.  His first visit to Replay coincides with Wild West weekend, where he’ll portray a gunslinger.  He hopes to be dominating subs before the weekend is through.

Jeremy signs a contract agreeing to train as submissive, but he’s in for a shock when Courtney Reynolds isn’t the latex-clad Domme that he envisioned.  The Dominant assigned to guide him through the weekend is eight years older, experienced, and gay.

Cast in the role of Sheriff Reynolds, Court seems Jeremy’s opposite but he takes the role of training him seriously.  Court believes that Jeremy is naturally submissive, and he agrees with the resort psychiatrist that Jeremy might be bisexual.  Court falls hard and fast for the beautiful, talented, conflicted young man.  He has one weekend to free Jeremy from a lifetime of misperceptions and help him discover his true nature.  When Sunday comes, will he be able to let him go?

This book is a first time MM BDSM erotic romance.  If kink and a sexual relationship between an older man and a younger man offend you, please keep looking for your next read.  Written for Aged 18+.

Excerpt 1:

By the time they returned to Jericho, Jeremy’s shirt was soaked through with sweat and he knew that he’d never done justice when describing the aches of a horseback rider.

“Saddle-sore?”  The sheriff eyed him closely.

“A bit, Sir,” Jeremy said tightly, grimacing when he swung his right leg down and cleared his left boot from the stirrup.

Sheriff Reynolds rubbed his face in his hands.  “Okay.  Then we’re headed to the bathhouse.  We need to get that soreness worked out if you’re going to be much good tonight.”

Tonight.  Jesus, he didn’t want to think about tonight.

Working out the soreness, though…

That, he could handle.

Jeremy followed Sir Courtney out of the livery and fell into step behind him, keeping his eyes on the broad shoulders and the muscled width of his back.  He was grateful that the Dom kept his pace to a lazy amble.  Despite his soreness, he managed to keep up with him, at least.

A scantily clad attendant greeted them when they stepped inside the bathhouse.  “How can I help you, Sir?”

The sheriff sliced a quick glance at him.  “The boy needs a bath and a rubdown.  Is there a private room available?  First time here,” he explained.

First time anywhere, Jeremy silently corrected him, grateful to be spared a public display.  The Dom and the concierge spoke longer, keeping their voices low and their conversation between the two of them.  When they finished, she showed them to a room upstairs and opened the door for them to step inside.

Two old-fashioned tubs were filled with steaming water, just like in the movies.  A table between them held small bars of soap, washcloths, and towels.  Pitchers of clear rinse water sat within reach on the board floor.

Sheriff Reynolds hung his hat on the wall rack.  Jeremy stood with his feet rooted in place, feeling as fidgety as a freshman athlete in the varsity shower room.

The Dom gave him a longsuffering look and nodded at the tubs.  “Strip and get in,” he ordered.  Pulling off his tie and shrugging off his sack coat, he hung them on the wall hooks and reached for the buttons of his vest.

The sheriff was stripping.

The gay sheriff was getting naked.

There were two tubs, Jeremy told himself.  Nothing was going to happen—especially nothing without consent, and he hadn’t agreed to anything yet.

Except for what was in the contract.

Submission.

Bondage.

Impact play.

Anal play.

Sex toys.

Possible fisting.

God, he was so fucked.

 

Excerpt 2:

Jeremy snatched up the bath towel and began drying himself off, turning his back to them so that his front was out of view.  Did the boy not know that the sight of his virgin ass was almost as hot as his seven-inch cock?

Court managed to not roll his eyes.  Ignoring his own rod for the moment, he wrapped the towel around his hips and sat in an empty spindle-back chair.  If he’d had time and toys, he would have bound Jeremy to it for a session of sensory play.

Later, he promised himself.

His priority right now was getting Jeremy to open up, to finally experience the feelings that he was used to suppressing and allow things to unfold naturally.

Jeremy wrapped the towel around his trim waist.  Inhaling deeply, he squared his shoulders with a grudging acceptance, marched across the floor, and got on the massage table.  Reaching beneath his stomach, he adjusted himself, put his arms at his sides, and settled in for his session.

He had a beautiful body.  His fair skin was even lovelier, glistening with oil, his supple flesh yielding to Quentin’s talented hands.  When the masseuse had worked the aches and knots from his backside, he told Jeremy to turn over.

The boy was still hard.

Good.

Very good.

Court waited until Quentin was nearly done to rise from his chair and go stand at the table near Jeremy’s head.

“What are your safewords?”

Jeremy craned his neck.  His alarmed hazel gaze clashed with Court’s.  Seeing the heat in his eyes, he whispered, “Oh, God.”

Court shook his head.  “Not oh God.  Safewords need to be things that you would never say during a session.  If you can’t think of anything, we’ll use the stoplight system.  Green to go, yellow to slow, red to stop.  Now, one more time.  What are your safewords?”

“Shit,” he murmured.

Court grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the table.  “Safewords,” he rumbled.  “You won’t like what happens if I have to ask for them again.”

“All right!  Sir!” he bleated, remembering to address him as his Dominant for the weekend.  “Yellow to slow and red to stop.”

Court gave a slight nod of approval.  The boy was nervous to the point of panic, judging from his pulse and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.  “It’s alright, son.  One more time.  Give us your safewords.”

“Yellow to slow and red to stop, Sir.”

“Good boy.  Now, do you remember the story I told you?  Do you remember what happened on my eighteenth birthday?  I’d been wearing blinders.  I didn’t see it coming.  It was a complete surprise because I hadn’t opened myself to the possibilities.  It took my coach and a kiss and a mindfucking blowjob to break free.  All I needed was someone who could guide me.  It would have happened eventually.  I’ll always be grateful that it was Paul and not some predator bent on taking and not giving.  I’d like to be that person for you.  Let me show you what you’ve been missing.  I’ll give you permission to let go.  Allow you to break free.  I want you to let Quentin finish you.  Just his hands, his fingers, stroking your cock.  You’re so hard, it hurts, I can tell.  Just a few strokes, and he’ll pull you right over the edge and ease that terrible ache.  You have your safeword to use if you absolutely need it, but you won’t.  Not for this.”

He hoped like fuck not.  There was nothing in his background that indicated triggers.  The boy wasn’t fighting his hold on his wrists.

Jeremy’s breath hissed when Quentin pulled down the sheet, exposing his genitals.  Wrapping an oil-slick hand around his shaft, Quentin started pumping his arm, slowly at first, gradually building in speed and intensity as he jacked him off.

“That’s it,” Court crooned.  “Feels good, doesn’t it?  Having someone else’s fingers on you, touching you, stroking you, milking your cock?”

Jeremy bit his lip and moaned.

Court growled at the sight of it.  “So fucking sexy.  I want that lip,” he grated.  “Those teeth.  That tongue.  That mouth.  I want to lick the pre-cum from your slit, suck your balls, and tongue your ass.  When you’re more than wet enough to take me, I’m going to fist your hair and sink my length inside of you.  Inch.  By.  Fucking.  Inch.”

“Fuck!”  Jeremy bucked, spewing thick ropes of cum that landed like lifelines on his chest.  Court kept his wrists pinned until Quentin had cleaned him off with the washcloth that he’d used in his bath.

The moment he let go, Jeremy jackknifed up and tried to scramble off the table.

Court caught his arm and held it.  “Slow down, son.  Safety first.  I want you healthy enough to play.”

“To fuck, you mean,” he grumbled.

“You’d best be careful, boy.  You’re only adding to the count when you disrespect me.”

Breaking eye contact, Jeremy bit his lip and swallowed what he really wanted to say.  “Sir,” he said tightly.  “You want me healthy enough to fuck, Sir.”

Court dropped his hand and crossed his arms.  Lowering his chin, he flailed him with a cutting look.  “Don’t ever put words in my mouth, boy,” he said, keeping his voice calm and even.  “I meant what I said.  I want you healthy enough to play.  You’ll have to earn my cock, and so far, that hasn’t happened.”

Jeremy eyed him warily.  Court had yet to win his trust, and nothing much was going to happen without it.

“Get dressed,” he said.  Ripping off his towel, he let Jeremy see just how much self-control he had.  His cock was so hard, he was sorely tempted to have Quentin finish him, too.  “I’m taking you home.”

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