Thursday, February 10, 2011

Taken by Nicole Austin

Taken
by Nicole Austin

Bound, gagged, blindfolded—Danielle has been taken.

Under the skillful hands of an anonymous stranger, the lines between fear and anticipation, reality and fantasy, anguish and carnal tension are blurred. The thin edge separating pleasure and pain has distorted, reshaping into something that confuses Dani while simultaneously stimulating the scorching demands of her body.

Forced pleasure may bring sexual freedom, but the violent lust Dani craves comes with a hefty price that may be more than her husband is able or willing to satisfy.

This story contains a whole lot of fantasy about and a little reality involving forced sex.

A sequel to the free Naughty Nooner, Erotique.

An Excerpt From:

TAKEN

Copyright © NICOLE AUSTIN, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Be a good girl, do as I say, and I’ll make it good for you.”

Dani took stock. She didn’t know that deep, rumbling voice. Didn’t recognize the woodsy cologne combined with his decidedly masculine scent. Wasn’t familiar with the touch of those large, work-roughened hands.

She shivered as the lines between fear and anticipation, reality and fantasy, anguish and sexual tension all blurred. There was only now and her stranger who was going to rock her world.

A cold, thin, pointed object pressed against the hollow of her throat, drawing Dani’s full attention back to him. “Don’t move, blondie,” he ordered. “Wouldn’t want to slip and cut your soft skin.”

The icy blade of a knife slid down her sternum, passed through her cleavage and continued to her navel as he sliced open her scrub top and bra. That had to be one hell of a sharp knife.

Not wanting to be cut, Dani forced down the powerful urge to arch her back, thrust her breasts into the light caress. With the slow glide of the blade over her sensitive skin, everything else faded away. There was only her body and the chilling touch that rolled her beneath sensual waves of desire.

He didn’t pause to part the material, instead continuing his downward stroke, sliding beneath the edge of both pants and panties, moving at an angle from navel to her right hip. After repositioning the knife, he repeated the action at her left side.

Grasping the ruined garments, he pulled them apart, tearing the remaining cloth to expose first her breasts and then her pussy. He sucked in a hard breath as cool night air swept over her bared flesh, pebbling her areolas and elongating her nipples. She knew the view he was treated to, as the stimulation would’ve turned the rosy peaks a dark shade of red.

“Now that’s a pretty sight. Perky, responsive nipples and a shaved, pink pussy that’s all nice and wet. You’ll fetch a fortune at auction.”

Auction?

Dani’s chest tightened and her heart thudded against her ribs. What the hell was he talking about? Human trafficking? Sex slaves? People weren’t auctioned. Not in this day and age in Western Europe. Maybe decades ago in someplace like Thailand or an Arabic nation. But she was safe from such horrors in France, right?

Of course, she wasn’t naïve to the horrors of this world. No one was truly out of harm’s way anywhere. Horrible people wrought atrocities on unsuspecting innocents every day.

The sobering thought nearly pushed her into a full-out fight or flight response, but then his fingertips closed on her nipples, rough and demanding. They pinched, rolled and tugged the sensitive nubs, creating jolts of erotic pleasure-pain that followed a network of nerve endings straight to her engorged clitoris. Regardless of what was going on in her mind, her body responded to the stimulation.

Dani arched, the gag failing to suppress her moan. Hoping not to draw attention to her actions, she shifted one thigh against the other, her motions limited by the ankle restraints. Dark laughter let her know her captor hadn’t missed the telltale movement.

“Ah. So you enjoy the bite of pain with your pleasure, blondie. Good to know.” Skilled fingers teased her skin with light touches that made her yearn for more. “One of the perks of my job in procurement is that I get to sample the merchandise before it goes on the auction block. Test out the wares, so to speak. Damn, blondie. I can’t wait to shove my cock past these pouty lips.”

Something brushed over her top lip, which tingled, yearning for more. If he were planning to fuck her mouth, he’d have to take out the gag first. Then she’d have a chance to turn the tables, use her teeth—

“I know what you’re thinking.” The sharp point of the knife pressed into the tender skin just below her right ear, traced a line down her neck and over to the opposite ear, the implied threat unmistakable. “Don’t forget that I am in control. You use those teeth and your punishment will be severe.”

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Friday, February 4, 2011

Are You Ready To Go Wild?

One of my fellow belles, Juniper Bell, has gone a little wild and would like you to join her!

Tips from Wild, Alaska on how to survive a long, hard winter:

1. Throw a party
2. Make it last all weekend
3. Follow one rule – “Anything goes, nothing counts.”
4. GO WILD

On Friday, February 4th, you’re invited to Wild Nights 2011.

Let off a little steam, crank up the heat, and see what happens
when Lars Nordegren pulls out all the stops to get Katia Pollard to say “yes.”

Go Wild
Juniper Bell

Lars loves Katia. Katia loves Lars. Lars wants to marry Katia. Can he convince his free-spirited lover that marriage will be as fun as her sexually adventurous single days?

Never before has Katia been tempted to give up her carefree ways. She’s deeply in love with Lars, but she doesn’t know if he can handle her wild side—or needs.

But Lars is a hard man to resist. The former Olympic champion won’t give up—not when he knows just how to please her.

The people of Wild, Alaska know the best way to survive winter is to let off a little steam. When Lars’ buddies hit town for Wild Nights, a notorious winter festival with one rule—“anything goes, nothing counts”—he jumps at the chance to prove he’s the perfect man for Katia.

He vows to win her over, even if it takes four rugged Alaska men and one wildly erotic night in a sauna.

Note: Features an extended ménage (M/F/M/M/M), anal play and references to bondage experimentation and sexual escapades of all types.

An Excerpt From: GO WILD

Storm-dark eyes demanded her response. In bed, when he got that look, she knew there was nothing for it but to bend over, spread her legs, whatever it was he’d demanded. Ecstasy always followed. Lars knew how to touch her like no one else, knew what she liked, what she needed.

But he didn’t know everything.

“You’re trying to put me in a box,” she said, loud enough to surprise a magpie in the woods. It fluttered to a higher branch.

“How? Why?” He actually looked mystified.

“You’re telling me who to fuck, and how, and when, and why. I don’t want a ‘why’, Lars! I want to fuck who and when I want. For whatever reason.”

“Katia, I know you’re a wild child. I know you like sex in all sorts of different ways. That’s one of the things I love about you.” He dropped his ski poles and pulled her toward him, thrusting his thigh between her legs. An instantaneous, irresistible urge to rub herself against him took over. She pictured his thigh naked, each massive muscle perfectly defined and sleek. On its own, her groin ground into him.

His eyes lit with fierce satisfaction. “See that? You’re just as crazy about me as I am about you.” He planted his hands on her ass, then manipulated her up and down against his leg until she moaned. “You can’t run from what we have.”

She tore herself away, stumbling because of her skis. He grabbed her so she wouldn’t fall. “Stop that.”

He came after her, intent and relentless. The sexy bastard knew what he did to her. Knew how to keep her coming back for more.

“Look, Lars. This isn’t going to work.” She scrambled for the right words. “I can’t marry you. The answer is no.”

His storm-blue eyes flickered, but other than that he didn’t look one bit daunted. He kept coming at her. “Why? Because of Jimmy?”

“No! Well, sort of.” She shook him off, and this time he let her ski a few yards down the path before he stopped her.

“Sort of? What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means the answer is no. I can’t marry you.” She said the words as firmly and clearly as she could. It hurt like surgery, but it had to be done.

Lars rubbed a ski glove across his forehead, leaving a streak of white. She longed to brush it off, but stopped herself short. She couldn’t do this if she touched him. Touching him made her lose her senses. “Is it Wild? Living in Alaska? The cold?”

“No, none of that,” she said, taken off guard. “I like it here. No one’s telling you what to do or pushing you around. No one’s judging you. You can do what you want.”

The look of relief on his face tore at her heart. “I thought Alaska would drive you away from me.”

She shook her head. “No, it didn’t. It isn’t. It’s not Alaska.” A glance around the still woods gave her a quick vision of snow turning blue in the deepening dusk and velvety darkness settling among the trees. The beauty of it speared her heart. Leaving Lars would mean leaving Wild. She’d have to go back to the world of cities and her aimless existence.

Setting her jaw, she planted her ski poles and shoved off.

Of course, Lars chased her. “Then what? Give me an answer I can understand.” He slid next to her and they skied side by side. He had to keep brushing branches away with his pole.

”Oh, for God’s sake. Why do you have to be so persistent?”

“Because that’s who I am. I’m a competitor and I never give up.”

“This isn’t a race!” But she found herself skiing faster nonetheless.

“No, it’s more important than a damn race. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I thought you loved me.”

“I do. But I don’t want to be married.”

“Because marriage is a box.”

“Exactly.” Finally, he got it. Hope fizzed through her. Maybe they could just go back to how things were.

“You don’t mind it when I’m making you come three times in one night.”

“Of course I don’t.” The power of his body gliding next to her gave her the shivers.

“You don’t mind it when I tie you up and fuck you until you scream for mercy.”

“No. I love it!”

“But it’s not just sex. Everything feels right when I’m with you. When we’re together.”

“But we are together. That’s why I came here.”

“So why not get married? That’s what comes next when people feel the way we do.”

Katia’s eyes stung from the wind in her face, or maybe the realization that he didn’t get it, after all. Up ahead she saw their house. Lars’ house. The one she couldn’t stay at anymore. She stopped, panting, and waved a ski pole at him.

“Why can’t you leave things the way they are?”

“The hell with that.” He lifted her up with one hand on the back of her jacket, like a giant cat with its prey. “You want me right now, don’t you?”

“Yes! But you don’t understand.” Those last words came out as a wail as he clicked off the bindings on her skis. They clattered against each other as they fell to the snowy ground.

“Then make me understand.” He let her feet touch the ground again, but kept his grip on her parka. With a flick of his free hand, he unzipped her snowpants. The rush of cold air made her breath catch. He plunged his gloved hand between her legs. Tears sprang to her eyes as the rough friction of the performance leather, custom made for an Olympic champion, brushed against her clit. She went from zero to wildly aroused with one flick of his finger.

“Oh god, Lars. You’re killing me,” she moaned. The underbrush rustled as some tiny alarmed creature scurried to safety.

She writhed against the leather at her crotch, but his hand kept dancing away. The warmth of it radiated through the glove. His refusal to move against her the way she craved drove her right to the edge.

And he knew it, the bastard.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Release Date for Bucking Hard!

Bucking Hard

Coming to Ellora's Cave

February 11, 2010

All her life, tomboy Bradi Kincaid has wanted two things—a career as a veterinarian in her hometown Grayson, Texas…and Mason Montgomery. Problem is, he’s her best friend and according to him she’s “one of the guys”. Convinced he’ll never see her otherwise, Bradi comes up with a sure-fire plan to get over Mason—flirt a little, dance a lot and get laid.

What Mason imagines doing to Bradi is just all kinds of wrong. But the woman on the dance floor isn’t the girl he grew up with. She’s hot and sexy and turning him on. Him and every other man in the bar. She’s also had too much to drink and is unaware of the trouble she’s inviting. He does what any friend would, he steps in, then sets out to teach her a lesson.

But before the sun rises, Mason discovers Bradi has a thing or two to teach him.

This story contains spanking, biting and some “tie me up”, bucking-hard sex!

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-9082-50-bucking-hard.aspx

Tuesday, January 11, 2011