Hi Darlings! Yes,
it’s Saturday, and except for when I announce contest winners, I usually don’t
post on Saturdays but I am today because I’d like to share a special Avon
Addicts exclusive with everyone. On June 25th, FLING: A BDSM Erotica Anthology By
Sara Fawkes, Cathryn Fox and Lauren Hawkeye was published by Avon Red. Well, as
a thank you to the Addicts for being so supportive of the book, Lauren Hawkeye
has written a special bonus scene from her story in the anthology, called TAME
ME. Now, I haven’t gotten around to read this anthology yet but I’m all of a
little taste. How about you? Shall we?
***Warning:
The following excerpt is NOT appropriate for readers under the age of eighteen (18)
or for the mild romantic. *wink*
Blurb for FLING:
Welcome
to Fetish Week.
Unleash your kinky side with three tales of BDSM romance in an exclusive Mediterranean sex resort from three hot erotica writers, including New York Times bestselling author, Sara Fawkes.
TAKE ME by Sara Fawkes
The minute sexy hotel manager Alexander Stavros spots shy, sweet Kate Swansea at the Mancusi resort, he can tell she’s begging for release. This Dom is the perfect man to help her… if she’s willing to let go of her inhibitions and enjoy the ride.
TEACH ME by Cathryn Fox
There’s nothing Luca Mancusi loves more than lingerie. So much so, he’s made it his business. Fashion design intern Josie Pelletier is supposed to be negotiating a deal with him, but as talks heat up, he can’t wait to teach her the ways of business…and BDSM.
TAME ME by Lauren Hawkeye
CEO Marco Kennedy can’t help being drawn to Ariel Monroe. When he follows the pop star abroad to the Mancusi resort, she agrees to a deal: He’ll win her as a sub through pleasure…or he’ll disappear from her life. Ariel’s game…just as long as she doesn’t lose her heart too.
Unleash your kinky side with three tales of BDSM romance in an exclusive Mediterranean sex resort from three hot erotica writers, including New York Times bestselling author, Sara Fawkes.
TAKE ME by Sara Fawkes
The minute sexy hotel manager Alexander Stavros spots shy, sweet Kate Swansea at the Mancusi resort, he can tell she’s begging for release. This Dom is the perfect man to help her… if she’s willing to let go of her inhibitions and enjoy the ride.
TEACH ME by Cathryn Fox
There’s nothing Luca Mancusi loves more than lingerie. So much so, he’s made it his business. Fashion design intern Josie Pelletier is supposed to be negotiating a deal with him, but as talks heat up, he can’t wait to teach her the ways of business…and BDSM.
TAME ME by Lauren Hawkeye
CEO Marco Kennedy can’t help being drawn to Ariel Monroe. When he follows the pop star abroad to the Mancusi resort, she agrees to a deal: He’ll win her as a sub through pleasure…or he’ll disappear from her life. Ariel’s game…just as long as she doesn’t lose her heart too.
* * * * * *
Bonus Scene from
TAME ME by
Lauren Hawkeye
(from FLING, an anthology by Sara Fawkes,
Cathryn Fox,
and Lauren Hawkeye)
“I can’t believe we have
to leave tomorrow.” Ariel Monroe rolled over on the massive bed and looked up
through the golden fringe of her bangs. She groaned dramatically, playfully,
and her lover, Marco Kennedy, grinned in response.
That grin faded as he
studied her closer, crossing the plush carpeting of their suite to sit beside
her. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, causing Ariel to slide closer to
the heat of his long, hard body.
“What’s got you so
worried, pet?” Taking her chin in his hands, Marco looked Ariel right in the
eye, his expression the calm in the storm of her emotions.
She didn’t try to pull
away, didn’t try to hide what she was feeling. They’d only been together for
two weeks, but she already knew that he wouldn’t settle for anything less than
complete honesty and openness.
“I—” The words stuck in
her throat, and she tried to swallow past the lump that they created. The fingers
holding her chin squeezed, urging her on.
“I’m worried about what
will happen when we get back to the real world.” Propping herself up onto her
elbows, Ariel blew her bangs out of her eyes and looked up at Marco, her
expression more than a little mournful. She knew she was probably being silly…
probably getting ahead of herself…
But the thought that
what she had with Marco might not survive outside the walls of Italy’s Mancusi
Resort hurt more than she cared to admit.
“What do you think will
happen?” Marco’s voice was even, but Ariel thought she caught a hint of
irritation, gone so quickly that she might have imagined it.
Still, she shifted
warily. She’d been surprised to discover that she liked pleasing Marco—that she
had a deep seated desire to do so.
But he’d asked her to
tell him what was bothering her. Though they weren’t in formal Dom/ sub mode,
she knew better than to disobey him.
“We’re both going to go
back to work,” she started, squealing when Marco gathered her in his arms and
pulled her into his lap, holding her close, his hand at the back of her neck.
She stroked her fingers idly up and down his biceps—God, those biceps. She
could stare at them for days.
“And?” Marco’s hand
landed on her upper thigh, distracting Ariel from what she’d been about to say.
When he cleared his throat, Ariel forced herself to continue.
“And I’m afraid you’re
going to start to think of me like everyone else does,” she blurted out in one
big rush. “I’m not worried that you’re after my money, of course—you’ve got
plenty of your own. But I’m not the same person that I am on stage. I’m afraid
you’re going to start thinking that I’m like… that.”
Ariel cringed as soon as
the words were out of her mouth. She was a singer, what the tabloids termed a
'pop princess’. On stage she wore next to nothing and acted like a tramp. She
didn’t mind, because it wasn’t really her.
But more than one
boyfriend had accused her of being a whore. Of fucking her way to the top.
The hand resting on her
thigh squeezed, and the air fell ominously silent. Her pulse began to skitter
through her veins, warning her of what her eyes told her only a moment later.
She’d pissed off her
Dom. And that could be a very dangerous thing to do.
“Do you mean to say that
you think I am going to think less of you when you return to the job that I
already know you do?” Marco’s free hand moved from the nape of Ariel’s neck and
down, sliding down her spine, over the wing of her shoulder blade and around to
cup possessively over her breast.
“Um…” Ariel’s voice
trailed off as her blood began to heat, both with nerves and with anticipation.
“Answer me.” Marco’s
talented fingers pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her cry out.
“I… I don’t know. Sir. I
hope not.” Her voice was breathless as Marco pinched the hard nub of flesh
again.
“Hmm.” Without warning
Marco stood, gathering Ariel in his arms. She was lifted, then lowered, turned
so that she spread over the crisp duvet on her front.
She felt Marco position
her limbs like she was a doll, tucking her elbows beneath her, spreading her
legs.
She began to tremble.
“Don’t move. Don’t
speak.” Marco’s voice was a low growl, and Ariel buried her face in the covers
as she listened to his footsteps walking away. Finding a cool spot on the
sheets, she pressed the suddenly feverish skin of her cheeks to it, desperate
for just a moment of relief.
“I’m going to gag you
now, Ariel. Do you understand why?” Marco was back, and Ariel felt the softness
of a scarf trailing over the skin of her back. Goosebumps rose in its wake.
He’d asked her a
question, but he hadn’t yet given her permission to speak, so Ariel nodded her
head, the movement jerky.
“Tell me.”
The silk of the scarf
brushed over her lips tantalizingly, making her mouth water. She wished it was
the head of Marco’s cock, rather than silk.
“I… you’re gagging me
because I… because I said that… I thought you might think differently of me.
Out there.” The end of her sentence was cut off as Marco gently but with sure
movements placed the scarf over her parted lips.
“Smart girl.” Marco pulled
the silk over her cheeks and around, securing the ends behind Ariel’s head. Her
tongue flicked out to dampen the slick fabric.
“The gag is to prevent
any more insulting comments from leaving those sexy lips of yours.” Marco moved
out of Ariel’s line of sight, and she squirmed with anticipation.
She heard a metallic
snick, and then something cold closed over each ankle. She tried to move, found
she couldn’t close her legs.
Her excitement grew.
“Now I’m going to flog
you. I’m going to use a pussy whip right on that pretty pink cunt until you
come. You’re going to have to take it. What you feel on your ankles are the
cuffs to a spreader bar. No closing your legs until I say so.”
Excitement fizzed
through Ariel’s veins, hot and heady, as she listened to the sounds of Marco
undressing behind her. She could just imagine what a picture he made, tall and
rock solid, his olive skin glowing in the late afternoon sun, his erect cock in
his fist, the tip already wet with arousal.
“I’m going to flog you
until you come. Remember that if you’re thinking of trying to postpone the
pleasure.”
Ariel heard the sound of
the pussy whip slicing through the air before the supple leather ribbons landed
on the juncture of her thighs.
She cried out, her voice
echoing off the high walls of the suite. Heat rushed to the small area that the
flogger had struck, and the cooler air of the room was a delicious
contrast—almost too much.
Instinctively she tried
to close her legs. That she couldn’t caused arousal to surge through her in a
tidal wave.
“A lovely start. I do so
enjoy seeing my mark on your skin.” Marco flicked the flogger again, then
again, alighting nerve endings in a small circle of flesh.
God, but the man was
good at this.
“Now.”
Ariel’s scream was
muffled by the silken gag as the pussy whip landed right on the engorged flesh
of her clit. Her body tightened like a
rubber band stretched too tight, then snapped like that same elastic.
The orgasm was hot and
hard, nearly brutal in its intensity.
When she would have
collapsed onto the bed, Marco clasped her hips in strong hands. Positioning his
cock at her entrance, he entered her in one hard thrust, setting a brutal pace
that made Ariel’s breath catch in her throat.
When his own breath grew
ragged and his thrusts short and hard, Ariel felt Marco tug at the fastening of
her gag. The silk fell free, and she moaned as Marco seated himself inside of
her one final time, the heat of his release spilling down the insides of her
thighs.
“Mine,” he growled as he
squeezed her hips and, finally, stilled. Ariel collapsed onto the bed, feeling
Marco’s weight on top of her, heavy and reassuring. “No matter what.”
What they had between
them was real. It could withstand the pressures of the real world.
Sleepy and spent, Ariel
smiled as Marco dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to the stripe of her
spine. Satisfaction, calm, love surged through her, and she was content.
“Yes,” she agreed,
arching into the press of his lips on her skin.
“Yours.” --- TAME ME by Lauren Hawkeye
Thank you, Lauren, yet
another addition to my long reading list but it will be so worth it. Happy
Reading Everyone!
FLING, an anthology by
Sara Fawkes, Cathryn Fox, and Lauren Hawkeye, Avon Red Impulse, now available in print and ebook formats at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.
***click links or cover below for purchasing information.
(I'll let you in on a little secret - it's only $1.99 in ebook)
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