It's time for some spanking hotness!

It feels good to be back with everyone again and I just loved reading all of your spicy tidbits last week.
This week for my eight sentences, I'm sharing the morning after Sage and Cliff's first hot night together.  Sometimes when friends sleep together it gets awkward...

        “I did have a great time last night, you are a very good lo—you’re good at sex,” she said bluntly.
        “Oh, you are cruising for it, little girl.” He shook his head and narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out what on earth was going on in her head.
        “And there we have it, little girl. You still think of me as a child.”
        “I think of you as a very womanly woman who is acting very much like a rude child and who if not very careful, is going to end up being treated like one. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
        Sage’s face blushed as pink as her tank top. “Yes, I’m sorry if you thought I was being rude. I guess, well, I guess I’m just not very good at this one, night—”
        “You better not finish that sentence. That is not what that was.”

Excerpt

Cliff slapped her bottom hard. This was escalating fast and she wasn’t going to be able to stop it. It didn’t hurt to try though. “You can’t spank me because I’m upset! Please, Cliff!” 

The screen door squealed and then banged shut behind them as he strode into the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. She tried to fight; to kick and wriggle, but she was held firm. Sage punched the solid back which only earned her another hard slap.

“I’m not spanking you…” Cliff started to say, stepping into the bedroom they had slept in together a short time ago.

“Well good, just because you’re my husband, doesn’t mean you can manhandle me whenever you want to,” Sage interrupted.

“I was going to say, I’m not going to spank you for being upset. I am going to spank you, because you deserve it,” Cliff said, returning the favour and cutting her off before she was finished. He let her down and sat on the bed, still keeping her firmly between his knees.

“I don’t want you to.” Sage tried to step away but Cliff had her in a vice like grip.

“Hmm. Do I care at this moment?” Cliff was almost talking to himself. “Nope, not interested.”

Within a moment, Sage was facing the carpet, her long brown hair over her face, in her eyes and puddling on the floor right next to Cliff’s dress shoes. She hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t wearing his boots. She’d never seen him in proper going out shoes. “Ow!” A hard smack landed on her rear end, the slight sting from the previous couple of whacks suddenly igniting the burn and starting a fire that was hard to think through. He wasn’t stopping at all, just a barrage of heavy handed slaps that didn’t let up. She couldn’t stop thinking, even though her legs were kicking and her voice was yelling blue murder; this man was wearing suit pants and nice shoes. This man who was always comfortable in jeans and cowboy boots had put on dress shoes and a suit and he’d done that for her. He was making an effort here. Could she have been wrong? Was he doing all this because he liked her? “Stop, Cliff! I think I get it now!”

“Sure you do.”

Instead of stopping, he paused, giving her a slight hope that he had finished, but he was just raising the dress she’d been wearing and lowering the scrap of lace that was all but covering her stinging bottom. “Oh please, Cliff, let me explain! Ahhh, please, that hurts!”

“Good, I’m glad it’s hurting because I wasn’t aiming to tickle you.” Every word spoken was punctuated by another swat to her bottom. “Let me let you in on a little secret. Not only women have feelings!”

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Jaye Peaches is visiting my blog today with her book 'To Know You'!

To Know You

By Jaye Peaches

Today I'm lucky enough to have Jaye Peaches come and visit my blog. She's here to showcase her book To Know You. Here's the blurb...

 Blurb:

What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?

When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.

Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them.  What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.

Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?

Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.

To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story.  Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance.  The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.

Trust is key.  Communicating trust.  Building trust and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma meets Jason. 

(Previously published as Trust Me to Know You)

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And a couple of excerpts

Excerpt 1 

I rested my back on the bed as he took off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me, placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was visible on his chin.

“I’m thirty-one years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.

What did all that mean? Was tonight just a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.

“Sure, Jason,” I hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.

He started with his lips, tongue, and fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore. His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.

“There is no bald patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”

I flinched and snatched my hands away.

He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.

I returned to my own sensual exploration. The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was beneath my hands.

He snapped my bra cups down and teased my nipples with his teeth. I groaned as he sucked each one in turn—hard—before circling his tongue around the hard pebble. With no subtleness, he eased his hand down under the front of my knickers and beamed at his discovery. I sucked in a lungful of air as he poked his fingertip inside me.

“You are one wet girl,” Jason laughed and with his nose following the contours of my body, he started to glide towards my juice soaked pussy, ready to investigate.

I giggled and attempted to shrug my shoulders. “Can’t think why!” I felt pumped with adrenaline.

Kneeling on the floor, without blinking, nor loss of fluidity of movement, he dragged my knickers off, and flicked them over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs and fluttered his tongue at my swollen clitoris, lashing my exposed clitoris with his precise tongue. I wriggled and writhed, unable to hold still. He cupped my arse cheek and squeezed it, sending ripples of excitement across my butterfly filled belly. With a gasp, I let my surrender deepened.

Excerpt 2

I’d taken on a different persona, too—my sassy and self-assured one. She knew what she liked and had the experience to keep her advantage in the conversation. When it came to dictating my tastes, preferences and limits, he’d no say in the matter. As a good dominant he listened, questioned and acknowledged what he heard. Once all was agreed he was in charge and I would let him do as he wished. I created the a la carte menu—he would pick the dishes.

Had he liked my bolshie approach? He certainly smiled a great deal during the proceedings.

I’d told him no piercing, bloodletting nor electric play. Public humiliation was a no for me too. “I assume privacy is important to you, Jason,” I’d pointed out.

He’d smiled wryly. “Depends on your definition of public.”

Something told me I’d find out. I curled my feet up underneath my legs and we moved on.

“Nettles?” He raised his eyebrows.

“They make a nice soup I believe.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder.

He tapped the pen on the paper. “Ah, bloody, ah!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I admit, I sat on some for a few minutes, once upon a time.” I grimaced at the recollection.

“And?”

“It fucking hurt, what do you think, that’s what,” I paused. “I could try again.” I ventured with a little grin.

He smiled and marked the paper with a sweeping tick. “Good.”

“Why the keenness?”

“Very useful for training subs who like to masturbate without permission.” The smile turned into a smirk.

“I will endeavour to avoid that then.”

“The training or the masturbation?” He twirled the pen through his long fingers.

“Both perhaps,” I teased.

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I'm Back for Saturday Spankings!

I haven't visited Saturday Spankings for a while but I'm really glad to be back.  It's been a long time between drinks but I finally have something new to share. I'm also looking forward to reading everyone else's snippets.

The snippet I've chosen today is lighthearted. Things are not always as fluid and perfect as we'd like them to be in real life, especially when we've had a couple of drinks.

When she turned, Cliff was naked, except for his socks and a tangled pair of jeans at his ankles. He grabbed at one side and then the other, hopping up and down while he did an indelicate dance of desperation, trying to free himself from his denim trap. 

Sage giggled, wanting to help but not quite knowing what she could do.

“Funny is it?” he asked with shortened breath.

“Pretty much.” Sage jumped when his hand shot out and slapped her naked bottom. She was still smiling though. “Ooh, that hurt.”

Excerpt:

 “That—does—it.” Cliff advanced on Sage with purpose.

She backed slowly away but his intention was shining clearly in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to shoot you; I was just trying to scare you away.” She panicked and her voice rose an octave.

“Save it.”

The phone rang again and she took a step towards it.

“That’s the last thing you want to do.”

“I have to get it; it might be important.”

Cliff was on her now. He turned her around and bent her over the well padded sofa. “I’m going to go with the gut instinct I had when I first read this stupid want ad, I’m going to spank some sense into your stubborn backside. Then we’re going to talk, and listen to each other and you are going to tell me the truth, otherwise we’ll start again right here.”

Sage struggled, trying desperately to get away. “Stop, you can’t do this.”

“Now that’s funny, seems to me like I already am doing this.” His left arm pinned her firmly while his right arm took aim. He ignored her protests and dodged her kicking feet as he brought his hand down sharply on the seat of her jeans. “There are so many reasons I want to spank you right now that I can’t count,” he said, his hand still bouncing off her wriggling rear.

“Go ahead then, doesn’t bother me, when you’re done, I’ll still have to do what I have to do.” Sage kept fighting even though she knew her struggles were futile.

“Keep it up.”

“That’s it?” Every smack was thudding heavily but she couldn’t really say it was hurting her very much, except for the irreparable damage that was being done to her assaulted pride. “That’s all

you got?” Maybe if he realized this was pointless, he would stop.

“No, clearly if you’re still smarting off you need more; or maybe your pants are just too thick.”

Seriously? Did the man read minds? “No, they’re not.” Sage let go of the cushions she’d been clutching and tried to hang onto the waist band of her jeans but she was too late, he’d already unbuttoned and unzipped them and they were going south. All she could do was try and keep her panties up but it seemed he had no intention of removing those anyway. His hand was once again

clapping off her now burning bottom and the thin layer of her underwear was no protection at all.

“Please, Cliff, please, it hurts.” It really did, she hated though that she was such a baby with pain.

Why couldn’t she just stick it out without giving in?

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Human Surrender

 Title:  Human Surrender: Five Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas

Authors:  Sue Lyndon, Alta Hensley, Renee Rose, Kallista Dane, Aubrey Cara

Genre: Erotic Sci-Fi Romance

Word Count:  175K

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Fierce alien warriors don't ask. 
They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.
Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:
Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
His Human Slave by Renee Rose
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon
Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**

Individual Blurbs:

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara
 
Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.
 
They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.
 
 
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
 
My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

 A lot can happen in 720 hours… 

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training. 
Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
 
Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.
 
 
Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

On my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.
The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.
I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.

Taking Their Human, by Aubrey Cara (Excerpt)

“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her voice thin.

Mercy? She asks for mercy?

I take in the sight of her perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.

The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.

She does not realize all we do for her.

She does not realize the price of mercy.

Taking out my weeping cock, I fit the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.

Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”

I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.

It is near painful, this sensation gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley (Excerpt)

“You like discipline, you like pain.”

I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumbled against his fingers.

“Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays you.”

Fuck. How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything about it…and yet I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I needed. My ass burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted it again. Choke me, beat me, and please oh please fuck me.

He said I would remember right now forever. Forever I would remember.

Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Pike put his face right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I do not. Remember that.” 

He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.

“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warned as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with the taste of blood in my mouth.

His Human Slave by Renee Rose (Excerpt)

He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”

She didn’t move.

His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”

Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.

She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.

“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.

She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.

Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.

Moisture gathered between her legs.

He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?

The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.

Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.

When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.

He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.

Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.

Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon (Excerpt)

“Please,” I beg, but I don’t know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m desperate and afraid, and the word please is all that comes to mind. Please let me go. Please don’t hurt me. Please say you’re lying about the wormhole.

“You’re rather adorable for a human. And so pretty when you cry.” He cups my face and leans down to kiss my cheeks, but he’s not simply kissing, he’s also tasting. Tasting my tears.

I sniffle and more tears fall. He inhales quickly and a moan vibrates from his throat. It terrifies me he’s reveling in my sorrow.

“I want to go home,” I whimper. Let this be a nightmare. Let me wake up now.

“This is your home now, human. The mountains of Tallia.” He rises to his feet and looms over me like a fierce Viking conqueror. “And you belong to me.”

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane (Excerpt)

     She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall.

     Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rom’s.

     He stood, motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs.  

     That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to females on this planet, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew.

     Three long strides brought him in front of her. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made him even more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her off the bed. The chain on her ankle rattled as he forced her to her knees in front of him.

     The brothers slept naked and he’d come straight from their bed. His thick cock, already semi-erect, jutted out in front of her face. The pheromones were strongest there. She held her breath and tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against her lips.

About the Authors

Aubrey Cara

Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two hand me down dogs. When she's not writing sexy smut she's hiding out reading bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.

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Alta Hensley

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.

Being a multi-published author in the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com

Renee Rose

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter. 

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Kallista Dane

USA TODAY bestselling author Kallista Dane's erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most. 

Kallista is happily married to her own erotic Knight. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of Cowboy Coffee when she's writing and plenty of new material for her next naughty scene the rest of the time.

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Sue Lyndon

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate. 

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