A #99cent Saturday Spanking from Suz deMello

This spanking comes with a nod toward Valentine's Day and, yes, that movie... I've discounted the book from $3.99 to 99 cents for the weekend!

In publishing my BDSM memoir, Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades, I observed people, quoted them, criticized them. Naturally I had to run the manuscript by folks I featured, even if I fictionalized their names as well as the times and places where we met.

One such person was Trapper Hart, my first Dom. My misadventures with Trapper comprise a large chunk of Perilous Play since, because it was my first kink relationship, had an enormous impact. In fact, Trapper left me not only with a broken heart, but a huge case of PTSD and a bladder infection.

We met to discuss the book on Valentine's Day exactly one year ago. He told me he did not want to think he was "that guy." I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I told the absolute truth."

He visibly wilted, and when we parted that night, apologized for his poor conduct.

BFD.

Anyhoo--the sex was OTT great even if Trapper and I were, ahem, not well suited otherwise.

Here's a sexy little spanking scene for ya:

...he wrapped his arms around me in a full-body embrace.

I had never felt so cherished in my life. Trapper’s hugs were all consuming, his

kisses magic.

Then, without warning, he swatted my bottom. Hard.

I yelped.

“Don’t yell in my ear,” he growled, and slapped my ass again.

I buried my face in his shoulder and emitted a squeak.

Here's what the book is about:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

Here's where you'll find it: http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello (Amazon)

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Perilous Play Leaves Suz Hot and Bothered (#memoir #50shades #BDSM)

The assignment from TPTB at Book Boyfriends Cafe this Friday is to give you, faithful readers, a scene in which our heroine has become hot and bothered by the hero's seductive blandishments.

The following describes one of my first submissive sexual experiences:

We explored the dungeon and the equipment. The play space was clean and nicely decorated, with the usual emphasis on chains and black leather. There were Saint Andrew’s crosses, racks and slings, all of which intrigued me. The old-fashioned dentist’s chair startled me. I’ve been with a dentist, and little about him had been sexy.

Upstairs was a huge, romantically draped bed with sturdy-looking bedposts. A few feet away was a contraption that looked as though it had been designed with bondage and discipline in mind. It had a horizontal ring to hold the face and head attached to a surface, perhaps three feet long, for one’s torso to rest upon. Arm and leg supports, and every inch of it was padded. Every part of it had rings for the attachment of ropes or chains.

I looked at him and then this…bondage device…and then back at him. He smiled.

I said, “I want you to know that when we do this, I’m going to develop some deep feelings for you. I’m falling for you.” I know myself fairly well, and am aware that for me, sex and intimacy are intertwined. I wish I didn’t feel that way, but I tend to become emotionally involved with the men I’m fucking. The weekend had already been very intimate, and deeper intimacy was coming. I asked Trapper, “Can you deal with that?”

I needed to know that I would be taken care of. Not just my body but my mind and heart as well.

He told me, “Yes, there will be a role for you.”

A niggle of doubt itched me briefly, but at the time, that was enough for me to hear. I was eager to advance into this new experience, one I had craved for so long.

He directed me to remove some of my outerwear before hooding and gagging me. Then he guided me to the whatever-it-was and eased me onto it face down. He secured wrist and ankle restraints around me, then tied them to it. Lifting my skirt, he cut off my black lace panties.

I told myself never to wear panties around Trapper again. What for?

So I was bound to immobility and completely available. I was gagged, which meant that I could maybe grunt out my “safe word” if necessary. Or not.

Again, I don’t recall exactly what happened.

I remember being spanked, flogged and thoroughly fucked. I remember being smacked repeatedly with something—I didn’t know what, but I suspected it was made of leather—that hurt like a motherfucker. I recall begging him, “Please, sir, please sir, please sir…” through the gag.

I remember coming a lot.

I remember Trapper bending over me, covering me with his body and heat, hissing into my ear, “Whose are you?”

To which I promptly responded, “I’m yours.”

And I meant it.

The excerpt is from Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades. Very little in this fictionalized memoir is untrue. The above scene definitely happened.

Here's what the book is about:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

Links:

http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello(Amazon)

This is a blog hop! Find other "hot and bothered" authors at the Book

Boyfriends Cafe!

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Get Hooked by "THE REAL FIFTY SHADES"--Perilous Play by Suz deMello (#BDSM #50shades #romance)

I'll confess: I got hooked.

While I've always been hooked on books, today I'm talking about a man. A very sexy, enticing man.

His name was Trapper Hart and he was my first Dom.

This is how he hooked me:

I had met Trapper Hart a couple months before—we attended the same law school. One day, mentally drained after a con law midterm, I left the classroom to find a tall, well-built guy lingering outside. Smiling, he engaged me in conversation, and I tried to seem really interesting because, articulate and attractive, he was everything I looked for in a man.

He didn’t ask me out right away. We started our friendship in the library, where he’d bring me cappuccinos—wet with extra foam, and treats—he knew I liked double fudge brownies with nuts.  

He’d found out what I liked, and I luxuriated in the notion that he really cared. I didn’t know this man well, but he had a knack for getting under my defenses. I’d had numerous boyfriends, and none had ever bothered to discover my cappuccino and brownie preferences. It was special, and made me feel special.

Here's what the book is about:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

On sale now for the discounted price of $3.99!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/509003 (smashwords)

http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello (Amazon)

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A Dark and Dangerous Midweek Tease~~Perilous Play, The Real Fifty Shades (#FSOG #fiftyshades #50shades #bdsm)

I'm trying a blog hop that's new to me--at least I think it's a blog hop. It seems a little different than most I've participated in. It's called the midweek tease.

This week I'm promoting my fictionalized memoir, Perilous Play: the Real Fifty Shades, in anticipation of the release of the filmed version of Fifty Shades of Grey on Valentine's Day. My story however, is decidedly dark and dangerous by comparison to the Harlequin-esque Fifty Shades novel.

The cover of Perilous Play states: based on a true story. The fact is, very little in this memoir is fiction.

Places and names have been changed. The time in my life when these events occurred is altered. One scene was added, to wrap up the story and tie it in a tidy bow.

But otherwise, it’s all true.

Check it out:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is

Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

Here’s an excerpt of the only fictional event—a ménage with two men I did have relationships with. Alas, I never got that ménage experience I’ve craved for so long! But it’s a hot scene and I hope you enjoy it.

I drove to Lafayette feeling hot and ready. I thought I’d be able to persuade Mark to allow me to top him again, which really excited me. That emotion quickly changed to deliciously terrified seconds after I rang his doorbell.

Because Tobias opened the door.

Mark stood behind him, arms folded over his torso. Both looked grim, which surprised me. Wasn’t Mark’s birthday a joyous occasion? Squelching nerves, I entered, handed Mark his gift and hugged him. “Happy birthday, sweetie.”

“Sweetie,” he said, contempt infusing his voice. “Is that right?”

“Well, yeah, honey, of course.” I still had no idea what was going on. Tobias had stated quite firmly when we’d met that he wasn’t interested in a threesome with another man, so why was he here? He certainly didn’t look as though he was in a celebratory mood. Though mystified, I had no course of action other than to wait until the men told me what was up.

I set down my toy bag and handed Mark his gift. Without opening it, he tossed it onto the kitchen counter, reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. So did Tobias. After brief finger-tapping, they held out the phones so I could read the screens. On each, I saw:

Good morning and Happy Thanksgiving! I hope today is everything you want it to be, sweetie!

I was fucked. Or going to be fucked. “Uh, guys,” I started, backing away and holding out my hands in entreaty. “Uh, I know this looks bad, but—“

Tobias reached around me and shoved the door closed so hard it slammed. His other arm caged me between his solid body and the door.

I wasn’t going anywhere Tobias didn’t want me to go.

I stared into his dark eyes, trying to read his expression, divine his thoughts. The only conclusion that I could reasonably reach is that I had insulted my Dom.

“You know what you’ve done,” he said.

I nodded.

“You know it wasn’t appropriate.” His mouth twitched and I realized he was trying not to grin.

I nodded again, squelching my answering smile, playing the game. Why not? It was fun.

His eyes twinkled. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl.” He ran a finger along my jawline.

Shivering, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get into role, immerse myself in the scene. Was I safe?

Oh, yes. I’d been with both men before. They knew my limits and were entirely trustworthy.

“Do you accept your punishment?”

Excitement zipped through me as though I’d dared to touch a live Taser. “Yes, sir,” I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

I peeked around Tobias. Though our relationship was more equal—in fact, Mark enjoyed me topping him—he didn’t look pleased. He picked up a couple of dark-gray objects that lay on his kitchen counter.

They clanked.

Shackles.

If what you have read intrigues you, here are a couple of buy links:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/509003 (smashwords)

http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello (Amazon)

A Scottish Spanking from Suz deMello (#satspanks #spanking #BDSM #romance #highlanders)

In Temptation in Tartan, young Lydia Swan-Williston enters into a marriage of convenience with Kieran, Laird Kilburn. The date is 1747 and relationships between men and women were vastly different. This snippet is from one of their first encounters:

Down her body his heated gaze went until it feasted on her wet, open quim. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn't let her, instead holding her knees high and wide.

She resisted, and he slapped her thigh. "Nay, lady. Ye're mine to enjoy any way I choose. And I choose this."

She drew in a shocked breath, for the spank had stung. Then the little pain settled into her pussy, adding an unexpected layer of passion.

If you like what you read, there's more--lots more. Temptation in Tartan is one if several books in Suz deMello's acclaimed Highland Vampires series.

Buy Temptation in Tartan here:

http://tinyurl.com/ScotVamp1

Here's a list of all the Highland Vampires 

books: http://www.suzdemello.com/highlandvampireseries.html

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Love office romance? Read "Kinky Toes" (#MFRWAuthor #iamreading #footfetish @Fetlife)

Today's Book hook focuses on an old favorite--the office romance. But this is an office romance with a twist--or even a kink or two or three. Here's what it's about:

Genre: contemporary erotic romance

Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

And here are my bodacious Book Hook sentences:

He unbuttoned her dress halfway down to the waist, and dropped a light kiss on the upper curve of her left breast. “Cute bra,” he said, pleasure in his voice.

“I didn’t know that lingerie was one of your fetishes.”

“Everyone loves black lace. You know, I truly do hope that work won’t come in the way of…of the fun we could have together.” He scoped her body up and down. Especially down. She heard his breath hitch as he looked at her high heeled, strappy shoes.

She grinned at him. “I want to show you something you’ll really love.”

If you want to know what Shelbie showed Rick, buy the short story here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/kinky-toes.html (publisher's site)

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/kinkytoes (All Romance Ebooks)

http://www.tinyurl.com/kinkytoesamazon (Amazon US)

This is a blog hop! Find other authors' sexy snippets here:

http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com/

Getcher kink on with "Kinky Toes" ...with a contest! (@MFRW_ORG, #free #kink #erotica)

Get hooked on a new shortie by Suz deMello.

What's it about, you ask? Well, here's the blurbage:

Genre: contemporary erotic romance

Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

And here's a snippet to pique your interest:

The moment they were alone in the elevator, she sprang at him and slammed her lips against his. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight as his tongue invaded her mouth. She sucked at him hard, shoving her hands into his hair. He tasted and felt divine.

Her body was aflame, all light and heat, and he picked her up as though she were made of unsubstantial fire, weighing nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders. His big hands supported her under her ass, and he rubbed and kneaded the cheeks as he walked, continuing to kiss her hard and deep, the thrusts of his tongue presaging what she hoped his cock would be doing very soon.

You can score your copy at the below URL for a mere $1.49!

http://www.ellorascave.com/kinky-toes.html

And there's a contest!

A randomly selected commenter will receive a free digital cop of the story. YAY! Cutoff date DECEMBER 8; winner selected shortly thereafter.

Remember: this is a blog hop. Find other talented authors' snippets here:
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Spank Me If You Can--excerpt from Bridling His Vampire by Suz deMello (#SatSpanks #spanking #BDSM @MFRW_ORG)

All of us have to be introduced to the joy of spanking--the pleasure of this activity isn't readily apparent. In this snippet. Isobel Kilburn, budding vampire and affianced bride of Edgar MacReiver, gets her first sexy spanking.

But wait! What's the story about? Inquiring minds want to know.

Scotland, 1766.

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, has never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird, until she bites his tongue and drinks his blood. Still, he's determined to bridle the wild child of the infamous vampire clan by any means necessary, including bondage and discipline.

But are some women impossible to tame? 

And here's that heavenly sound of palm on flesh:

The world became a bright blur as he grabbed her and flipped her over. She landed facedown, sprawled over his thighs, naked buttocks thrust into the air as though they were presented to him.

She squirmed. “This is…very unbecoming.”

“Then ‘tis suitable, for you have behaved in an unbecoming way.” He swatted her rump.

“Edgar, ye-ye’re hitting me.”

“I’m spanking your lovely arse, darling.”

There's more--a lot more. Score your copy here:

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A Stable #Spanking from Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG #SatSpanks #BDSM #erotica)

Confining my blog post to only eight spanky sentences has always been a challenge, but I don't dare break the rules--I might be in line for punishment too!

Today's spanky snippet is from The Wilder Brother, a romantic comedy. Here's what the book is about:

For Colton Wilder, the invitation to his brother’s wedding is an invitation to trouble because Colt, having boinked the bride, knows what she’s really like. He doesn’t want his brother Max marrying selfish, manipulative Nicole Newcombe, a famous supermodel. In his view, Nicole stole the groom from her sister Dana.

For staid scientist Dana Newcombe, the invitation to her identical twin’s wedding is an invitation to humiliation. While Nicole was conniving to steal Max away from Dana, Dana had wild monkey sex in a glass-walled elevator with his brother Colt.

When they meet again at the wedding, she doesn’t want to want Colt, but she can’t help remembering and re-enacting their earlier sexy tryst in oh, so many different ways.

In this excerpt, Nicole has been a very bad girl indeed, and she's getting what she deserves in the horse barn of the Wilder Brothers' farm. Her sister

Dana is watching, and the scene is written from her perspective:

Openmouthed, she watched as Max raised the quirt and swished it down over Nick’s butt. It landed with a decisive rap. 

Dana gasped, desire snapping through her. No, she thought, this can’t be!

Nick moaned and writhed, but didn’t scream no, didn’t get up, didn’t run away. Clearly, this was what she wanted.

Max lashed her again and again, with Nickie’s body jerking with each strike. She lifted her rear up and down, groaning his name, begging, “Oh, Max, oh, Max.”

If you like what you read, buy it here in paperback:

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Happy reading!

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Was #Sherlock #Holmes always popular? (@MFRW_ORG #MFRWAuthor #erotica #Victorianerotica)

Why do people love Holmes? 

I will readily admit that I am a Sherlock Holmes fan. No, a fanatic.

Taken the Goodreads quiz on Holmes? Try it—I got 100% (grinning). I thought it was (ahem) elementary.

https://www.goodreads.com/quizzes/results?id=6

But why do people love Holmes? 

The character wasn’t initially popular. According to Wikipedia, A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four (its first title) didn’t sell well. The short stories, first

published by The Strand magazine, were the works that ignited the public’s imagination. The first, A Scandal in Bohemia, was published in 1891.

I know why I love Holmes—I’m a sapiensexual. I’m turned on by brains. I’m literally repelled by men who mix up well and good or who don’t hold their cutlery correctly. (A great face, cute smile and buffed bod are also important, along with a sweet soul).

These days, we love hot heroes with brains as well as flaws. Sherlock is complex. He has a lightning-fast wit but the emotional I.Q. of a boulder. He’s interesting. The reigning Holmes, BBC’s Sherlock, describes himself as a “high-functioning sociopath.” I’d add, with a touch of Asperger’s.

Upon publication, however, Sherlock appeared in a very different world.

In 1888, a serial killer started a rampage in an area of London still called Whitechapel. We do not know the number of murders committed by Jack the Ripper. Five brutal killings are apparently linked, but as many as six more could have been the work of the same slayer.

The number, frequency, and brutality of the homicides terrorized London even after they ended in 1891. Unhappy with official efforts to catch the killer, citizens formed the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee and walked the streets searching for suspects.  Police received hundreds of letters purporting to contain leads, most of which were useless. Though serial killers have appeared throughout human history, the Ripper was the first to ignite a media frenzy (Wikipedia).

People cling to certainty in an uncertain world. To a city gripped by dread, the cool, calm, logical Holmes, a detective who unerringly solved every case, was an inspirational hero bringing comfort in a frightening world.

My version of Holmes, from Sherlock’s Scandal, isn’t so cool, calm, and logical. Here’s a spanky snippet to pique your interest:

A quick thrust and he was embedded in my pussey, strong hands clasping my aching rear, holding me in place as he plowed. The spanking began again and I screamed as I peaked, waves of pleasure engulfing me. My knees buckled and I sprawled limply on the bed.

But Sherlock was nowhere near a climax. I could feel his hard cock, undiminished in size, pumping steadily in and out. A slight squishy sound accompanied his thrusts, for I was very open, almost loose, wetter than I had ever been except in a bath.

He leaned over me and I felt his nearness, his heat as he whispered in my ear, “My dear, do you mind if I…if I try a tighter place?”

All Romance Ebooks has the best price for this short story—here’s a link:

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Hope you enjoy it! I truly loved writing it.

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Sherlock's Hottest Night ~Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG, #MFRWAuthor, #Sherlock #spanking)

I'm delighted to participate in an excellent blog hop with fabulous prizes. Not only will each author give something away, but the overall hop has four great gifts:

~A Kindle Fire donated by Blushing Books
~ A $100 gift card to either Amazon or B&N
~ A $50 GC
~A $25 GC

All you have to do to enter is leave a comment at any author's blog to get one of the overall prizes, but to get a free ebook from me, you have to answer the following question:

What is the English vice?

Where's the answer, you ask? Somewhere on this blog (duh).

So if you ever wondered about British kink, read on!

We banged against each other hard, wildly, with no rhythm, but frantically, mindless animals seeking completion. My breath came in grunts and pants, and Sherlock’s chest heaved against me as I jerked and bucked. We slid against each other, slippery with sweat before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them high against the headboard. He began to ride me in earnest, with a steadiness that drew me into his rhythm. When we were moving in tandem he released my wrists and dropped his head to kiss my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when his rod reached deep.

He reached for my legs, drawing them high and setting my ankles on his shoulders before slapping my ass-cheek in cadence with his thrusts. I tore my lips away from his and gasped, “Sherlock!”

He laughed. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, but—“

“But what?” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly, spanking me again on my available bum.

“But…” I knew that the English had a predilection for spanking their women. In fact,

caning was known as the English vice, but I had never before encountered it, and I was not sure I wanted to.

I squirmed away, and he pursued, shoving a pillow beneath my hips and pinning me down with one strong arm over my low back. He caressed my buttocks, focusing on the spots he’d already slapped.

I loved his touch. I stopped squirming.

“How do you feel?” His voice was low and intimate.

“Uh, uh, I, uh…”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It did sting a little.”

“But it’s all right now, isn’t it?” His fingertips stroked my sensitized skin.

“Y-yes.”

He palmed my bottom, then spanked me again. I sucked in a breath, close to tears. I wasn’t about to cry from the pain, which was slight, but the experience was so unsettling… I felt that I was on some sort of border. I could step over into an unknown country, or stay within what was comfortable. I knew that Sherlock would stop if I asked, but did I want to ask?

A lot more happened during Sherlock's hottest, sexiest night, but you'll have to read the story to find out!

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A Sherlockian Sunday Snog (#Sherlock @MFRW_ORG #kindle #kindleuk)

I haven't posted a Sunday Snog for a loooong while--not since Wordpress closed down Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction, my previous writing blog. No matter--I really love The Velvet Lair, and I'm happy to again participate in Victoria Blisse's wonderful weekly blog hop, The Sunday Snog. Thank you, Vicky!

A snog, for you unenlightened Yanks, is a kiss, and this blog hop highlights kissing excerpts. And because I'm focusing on Sherlock's Scandal right now, here's Sherlock and Irene's first snog:

She raised her gaze, boldly meeting mine. I leaned closer and put a finger beneath her chin. Her skin was soft over a strong jaw, testimony of a determined character.

My chest clenched in a most peculiar manner. Had I met my match?

It was rude, and crude, and forward, but I could not resist. I had to taste her mouth. I touched my lips to hers, pressing firmly but not savagely. That would come later, but for now, I did not want to frighten her off. I believed her to be a woman of sensual experience, but that was merely a deduction on my part. My deductions are often true, but I did not wish to take a chance on the delectable Miss Adler. I had to have her. A single blunder on my part, and the doe could flee into the night.        

Her lips trembled beneath mine, and for a moment I wondered if I had mistaken her character. Then her mouth opened, and she sucked, forever trapping me in her web of love. Eagerly following her lead, I let my tongue wander into the deepest recesses of her mouth, delighting in the flavor and scent of her. I caressed her delicate neck, which reminded me of the frail stem of a flower, then lowered my hand to seek her bosom, thrusting my fingers beneath her bodice to cup one quivering globe.

If you want to read more about the scandalous affair between Sherlock and Irene, find the story here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/sherlock-s-scandal.html (publisher's site)

http://www.tinyurl.com/ARE-Sherlock (All Romance Ebooks--discounted--best price!)

This is a blog hop--read other writers' snog-filled snippets here:

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/sunday-snog