The magic cookie bars, chocolate chip cookies, and cheesecake are finally gone; and it’s time for me to eat right again. Once Nutcracker season was over — with lots and lots of exercise — I’ve only managed to work out twice in *looks at the calendar* three weeks. Uggg.
I created a workout schedule and posted it on the back of the bathroom door, and asked my wonderful husband to be sure I stick to it for at least three months, as once I get back on a schedule it won’t be hard to keep to it. For those of you who know about our lifestyle, the consequences won’t be pretty if I miss a day and he doesn’t think I have an excellent reason for doing so. This most certainly falls into the be-careful-what-you-ask-for category.
I also have a few writing oriented items on a checklist. Almost every beta reader for Safeword: Quinacridone wanted to know more about Papa Bear. Oddly enough, as I wrote the book I knew what his evening would be like when he left the art gallery, and I’ve decided to attempt a short story. So far I’ve proven incapable of writing anything short — they all end up novellas, or sometimes novels. However, if I keep the narrative to twelve hours, surely I can keep it below 10,000 words? We’ll see.
Once I’ve finished Papa Bear’s story I’ll finally begin the follow-up to Safeword: Matte. This book is likely going to be really long, as my outline is eleven pages.
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Because we have naughty in the title, how about an extra treat of an excerpt from Safeword: Quinacridone? This isn’t too much of a spoiler, since I mention it briefly in the definition portion of the blurb.
He tossed the sheet over one of the metal vines over their heads and it draped like a curtain, puddling in her lap and blocking her view of him. She pushed it behind her back and watched him step to the headboard to retrieve a pillow. He placed it behind her and stepped in front of her again.
He smiled, but it was a cold smile and it simultaneously turned her on and scared her. He stroked himself once, twice. His cock was rock hard. “Lay back.”
It wasn’t a request, and her body obeyed before she realized what she was doing, giving her no time to argue or question.
The pillow caught her off guard as it forced her back to arch, and the draped fabric slid to her front, blocking her view of him once more. He lifted the sheet a bit, though not enough so they could see each other, and said, “Knees to your shoulders and keep them there.”
Again, so obviously not a request. She pulled her legs up and he let the makeshift curtain fall, spreading it so the fabric rumpled over the back of her thighs. She only wondered what he was up to for a few seconds; quickly realizing all he could see was her pussy and ass, and a smidgeon of the tops of her legs. He could see her sex, but not her. She felt her hips move at the thought — a sex object. A thing to be fucked.
She heard the condom package tearing and his hands pushed at the backs of her thighs, angling her pussy down. He gripped her hips, drove himself into her, rearranged the pillow to get a better angle, and thrust deeper.
She’d read stories describing the sensations experienced when blindfolded, but this was so much more dehumanizing. Cara was alone on her side of the curtain while he pounded into her, his grunts and growls passing through the fabric to her ears.
Her ass was still hot from the spanking, and the fire of his hands pressed the backs of her legs, holding her in place as he repeatedly plunged into her. Heat, touch, desire, need, loss of power, the shattering of her humanity — everything merged into a singular awareness and thrust her into a primal response that tore through her consciousness like a bolt of lightning. Her climax shot her blood straight to boiling and she clutched wildly at the blanket beneath her as she rode the waves of pleasure.
Her orgasm didn’t stop, and the idea of being an object — a piece of equipment utilized for his pleasure — kept her soaring as he held her thighs and continued to destroy her.
Without losing rhythm, he pulled out of her pussy and plunged into her ass like a beast in rut. The storm inside her surged, the blood roared in her ears, and she screamed in pain and surprise as her body continued to convulse around his cock, and still he pounded her relentlessly.
With a loud bellow he stopped, shoved all the way in, and held as throaty sounds between human and animal filled the room and his cock jerked in her ass.
Her climax hadn’t peaked, but before she could be disappointed his fingers were at her pussy, his cock still in her ass. Her clit exploded in pain and she roared as her orgasm came slamming back with a vengeance, her hips hopelessly trying to buck as his hands and cock held her in place by her pussy and ass.
He stretched her impossibly wide with the fingers of one hand while the other worked her clit, and she continued to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. How obscene it must look — a distended pussy without a human attached, trying to move, writhing and spasming around his hand. She screamed as the orgasm reached a zenith and flowed out, draining her. And she melted.
He swiped the sheet away and was on her, kissing her gently and stroking her arms, her face. Holding her. No speaking, just reconnecting.
Safeword: Quinacridone is available at Amazon.
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