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 2: SOMETHING DIFFERENT, SOMETHING AWESOME

The Three Graces Duet 2:

Something Different, Something Awesome

by Nia Farrell

*Books Two and Five in the series are available as single titles.

Duet release date January 3, 2020

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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 second of the three duets—she said/he said written from Anna James and Jackson Thomason’s points of view.

 

Something Different (The Three Graces Book Two) is written from Anna’s point of view.  Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/3Graces2WP

Singer/songwriter Anna James is getting desperate.  Even with a day job, money’s tight, and she’s wound tighter yet, having sworn off sex to reconcile with her mother who’s in chemo and her father who disowned her for her wild, wicked ways.  No sooner than her psychic best friend predicts an end to Anna’s self-imposed drought, rock stars Jackson and Jacob Thomason come to town, with the dream of an indie album co-written with local American Indian flutist Nico White and his songwriting partner AJ McPherson. 

The triple-platinum artists are attracted to Anna, who gives as good as she gets.  Learning that Anna’s alter ego AJ puts the “twist” in Nico’s “tribal” music only makes them want her more.  The part-Comanche Thomason twins need an album’s worth of songs.  That means spending night after night, working closely, getting to know each other, learning how to co-create. 

Anna’s never written music with anyone but Nico.  Their collaborations are so natural, so organic.  They’re comfortable with each other.  The Thomason twins, who perform as No Mercy, make her anything but.  What’s a fangirl to do, when submitting to her rock star idols means exploring the darker side of passion?

A BDSM MFM ménage erotic rock star romance, written for Ages 18+.

Contains advanced BDSM and potential triggers.

 

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Something Awesome (The Three Graces Book Five) is written from Jackson’s point of view. Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/TGB5WP

Jackson Thomason is a triple-platinum recording artist who performs with his twin brother Jacob as No Mercy.  Unhappy with their current contract and hungry for something better, they dream of an independent project that speaks to their part-Comanche blood.  They contact Native American composer and flutist Nico White about collaborating, but it’s his writing partner Anna James who’s responsible for putting the twist in his tribal music.  The songwriting sessions heat up, and the purple-eyed goth-haired gamer girl goes down on her knees, submitting to the darker side of passion in a rock star interracial MFM ménage BDSM romance.

Written for Ages 18+.

 

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Excerpt from Something Awesome:

“We know your work,” my brother tells them.  “We like it.  A lot.  We’ve had a project in mind for a couple of years now, but our label won’t touch it.  It’s important enough to us, we’ve decided to tell them to fuck themselves and do it ourselves.  It’s a concept album with a tribal theme.  We want to return to our roots.  Not musically, but ethnically.  We may be only a sixteenth Comanche, but we’re related to Quanah Parker.  We cut our teeth on the stories of his life, his family, our people.  We want to express those stories in song, and we’d like your help to do it.”

Nico stays silent, considering.  When we approached him about working with us, he didn’t ask for details.  He knows that teaming with No Mercy will give him exposure that he might never achieve on his own.  And Anna?  She looks like she’s having a songwriter’s wet dream.

Fuck, yeah.

“And how does that work,” she asks, “doing a record while you’re still on tour?”

It’s a good question.  Fair enough.  We had wondered that ourselves.  Had worried about it until we figured out just how we could make it happen.

Thank fuck for hi-speed WiFi.

“We’ve got ten days before our next gig,” I tell her.  “After that, we can hook up over the internet.  Nico says his connection will let us Skype.”

She’s used to her weekly one-on-ones with Nico, sharing space, feeling the energy, tapping into the same creative flow, but to co-create over the internet?  She hugs her Fender to her heart, clearly skeptical.

Jacob keeps talking about his ideas for the album as a whole and for individual tracks.  While he uses his powers of persuasion, I let my hands speak for me.  I pick up my guitar, a Master Classic Pacific with curly maple sides and a Sitka spruce top, and touch the strings, exploring.  My fingers find chords, random at first, slowly gathering form.  Anna turns on a digital recorder when patterns start to emerge.

I hold back a smile when she lowers the neck of her guitar to playing position.  Her fingers move, her strings dueling with mine, until suddenly we’re in sync, creating melody and harmony.  Nico weaves his flute around us.  Jacob adds rhythm on the djembe.

By the time we’re through, we have the musical equivalent of a manuscript’s first draft.

Fucking.  Awesome.

“This…this…is why we’re here,” I tell them, pumped as hell.  I don’t say that we’ve memorized every fucking track that Nico’s ever recorded, and all the best ones were co-written with AJ McPherson.  We knew that we needed them both.  Being here, playing with her, makes me want Anna even more.

Jacob catches me staring at Anna and smiles.  He knows where my mind is, knows that my stirring cock wants to follow.  Anna throws ice water on it when she starts breaking down.  “Sorry, guys.  I need three hours of sleep or I’m toast at work.” 

What.  The.  Fuck?

The mantle clock reads four in the morning.  She’s fucking leaving, and there’s not a damn thing we can do about it.  Nico sees her off, then comes back into the living room.  I debate packing up, too.  He nods when he sees that our guitars are still out.

“Sorry, guys,” he says.  “I know you’ve had some surprises today.  I needed to see if Anna could handle this—could handle working with you.  She’s never written with anyone but me.”

I take a breath, think about what I don’t want to say, which is anything that will jeopardize our working relationship.  “You didn’t tell me she has a job.”

He shakes his head and crooks half a smile, like I should have known.  “Writing doesn’t pay her bills.  Not yet, anyway.  Little sister works at a gaming store in Charleston.  Castle Keepers.”

“Wait.  She’s a gamer?”  This, from Jacob, who plays rings around anyone else on our team, comprised of us and a few of our roadies.  Chances are, if we’re not writing music in our downtime, we’re playing games or watching porn.

“Big time,” Nico says.  “Whatever you play, you do not want to go against her.  She’ll only smile and kick your asses.”

Fuck that.  We’ll add her to the team.

“Wednesday is her one guaranteed day off work.  That’s why I had you guys come tonight.  I went behind her back and asked her boss if there was any way she could get off work, but chances are slim to none.”

Which means he didn’t totally diss it.

“Give me his name and number.  I’ll see what I can do,” I tell him.

“Yes, Sir.”  There’s a shit-eating grin on Nico’s face when he flicks on his laptop and finds the contact information for Anna’s work.  Such a switch.  But he’s smooth, he’s smart, and he clearly cares for the gamer girl he calls “little sister.”  With that scene he arranged in the diner, I suspect he wanted to see how well Anna can handle us on every level, beyond fame, beyond music, beyond words.  I’m guessing that he’s either researched us or his psychic significant other has picked up enough to know our tastes.  Jacob and I do our own version of tribal with a twist, and after the grueling first half of our concert tour, with the almost mindless, meaningless sex that happens on the road, I’m ready to bring something better into our mix.

Anna James, before we leave, you will be ours.