Snippet: When a man says, “Let’s play a game,” however much you may want to, don’t run.

Hello! Long time no read. I know. I’m shitty for not posting in forever, but I want you to know I’ve been thinking about you every day. I’ve been writing almost every day too, but it’s been more like a trickle than a flood. This whole full time job thing is so inconvenient! I keep hoping they’ll fire me, but no. So I keep going, they keep paying and sucking up all the primo writing time during the day. Fuckers. But I’m back with an unedited snippet from my upcoming novel The Siege of Sophie. Enjoy, comment, and know that this lengthy blog absence is now over.

Refresher: This story is a classic really. Heroine falls on hard times, hero steps in to save the day in more ways than one. But there are a few twists here and there, and you’ll see a few familiar characters return from Ineffable, Tommy, Steele, Margot and the crew. Sophie is an old, familiar friend who’s been absent from the circle due to financial trouble. Her mother also died and with it a long and rather worthless relationship. These things are all connected and have created a perfect storm of shit that has taken our heroine down and would have buried her in depression if she wasn’t such a stubborn little cuss. 

Lado, our hero, is handsome and rich – you know how we do *winks* – with wine red hair, skin like cream and laughing green eyes. Laughing is his defacto state, which makes him the perfect foil for the dour Sophie. This book will be the tale of how they fell in love, how he brought her back to life and how she drove his ass to drink in the process. So, I’m back in the mix y’all, and I offer – of course – a sex scene to celebrate my return to the blog. Let me know what you think.

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Robert hadn’t been able to do in years what Lado had accomplished in days. He’d made her come a few minutes after they’d been fighting for Pete’s sake. Now, just the idea of playing a sexual game with him had her juices simmering nicely.

“Yeah. You need a hard lesson.”

“Lesson?”

“Yes. We need to realign your interests in a more productive way,” he said, smiling softly but rather fiendishly.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked, laughing at his business speak.

“I’m simply going to refocus your attention somewhere more suitable, my dear Sophie.”

“Oh, yeah? Where?”

“On me.”

He turned her so quickly she didn’t have time to make a sound. By the time she exhaled she was face down over his lap.

“Has anyone ever spanked you?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t have said a single word right then if her life depended on it.

“No? Good. I do like new experiences. You’ll like this, Sophie mine. It’s a classic, really, an exercise in submission, but the pleasure that follows the pain is oh so good.”

She believed him. She was already so hot she wanted to touch herself, but with one of his big, warm hands on her back, the other on her butt, all she could do as twist her hips a little.

He rubbed her ass firmly. “How do you feel?”

Bat shit crazy for letting this silver tongued, red-haired devil convince her that this sexual chicanery was necessary. He pinched her.

“Ow!”

“Answer.”

She shook her head, and again he pinched her.

“Stop!”

“Answer,” he insisted. “How do you feel? Cold, hot? Scared, needy?”

Hot and needy was the perfect description. Stupid was there too, but it was fading behind the sexual haze Lado was so good at pulling over her eyes. Now she heard him sigh at her stubborn refusal to speak.

“We’ll start with seven punishment swats. I’ll count them for you. One.”

She gasped. She hadn’t expected him to start so quickly, and it hurt. She hadn’t expected that either. The pain wasn’t bad though. It was interesting, sharp and meaty with a heat that faded and pulsed.

“Two.”

She cried out this time. That hit had been harder. But the heat lasted longer, and the pulse was stronger, spreading.

“Three. Can you take four more?”

“Yes,” she said, to spare herself a pinch.

Lado just smiled. By seven she was trembling and restless, and completely against her will she’d let go of a sob and two fat tears.

“Good girl,” he whispered above their audible breaths. “That’s my good girl. Does it hurt?” He turned her gently to her back, and his eyes gleamed as he watched her wince when her tender butt hit touched the soft sheets. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Her voice was so faint he barely heard it. But the desire on her face, the relaxed lines of her shoulders, the softness of her limbs as she stared back at him, it was beautiful.

He smiled gently, and she smiled back. “Not too bad?”

She shook her head.

“You look lovely like this,” he whispered. “Relaxed and sweet. You’re sure it’s not too painful?”

She shook her head again.

“Then I can make love to you?”

She nodded.

“Can I fuck you as hard as I like?”

She stared, uncertain. She’d never been a fan of hardcore fucking. It hurt for one. And even if it didn’t hurt, it didn’t feel good. It felt like being violently shaken from the inside out.

“I won’t hurt you, Sophie. I will only make you feel good. You liked your spanking, right?”

Kind of. Mostly. Yes.

“Say, yes, Lado.”

She laughed softly. “You realize this is coercion, right?”

He grinned. “I’d prefer to call it persuasion.”

“I think you can call it whatever you want as long as you get your way.”

“Do you object? Have I hurt you so far, my love?”

“No.”

“Then trust me. That won’t change…”

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