Tracy St. John Blogs On And On And On...

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Friday, July 1, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9

Without one bit of warning, Dan shoved three fingers into my pussy. My breath caught at the abrupt impaling, but I wasn’t complaining. His working in and out of me felt so good that my insides bubbled effervescently right off the bat. I warbled happiness and moved back to greet the next thrust.

“That’s it, baby girl. Swallow those fingers,” Dan breathed.

I rocked back and forth, knowing he was watching my pussy take them in, knowing he was loving the sight of my eager flesh that was his to command. His other hand cupped my hairless mound to rub in slow circles, the heel of his palm occasionally brushing my clit. Chills sparkled down my spine even as my core went molten lava. When the fingers inside me curled to press that sweet spot inside me, my toes curled too, and my hair rose on end.

“Sir.” I groaned all the way from my gut.

“I know, baby. It feels good. Keep working those fingers, Brandilynn.”

I did as I was told, sliding back and forth, helping him torment me with pleasure. My insides were beginning to coil, wrapping tight in on themselves. Soon I would be begging him to let me come. He’d probably refuse me the privilege until I screamed for it. When it came to refusing me climax, Dan could be as much of an absolute sadist as Tristan. 

In and out those amazing fingers plunged, hitting the magic spot more often than not. I panted, offering little cries when his palm made contact with my clit and sent sensation sizzling through my womb. My entire body trembled as he pushed me harder, faster. Lightning flashes of enthrallment bolted through me, crowding me at the edge of the precipice. Heat blazed, threatening to ignite into a full conflagration.

“Please Sir, may I come?” I gasped.

“No, Brandilynn. You may not.”

The hand massaging my mound lifted for an instant to deal a light, stinging slap to my clit. I offered a little scream as a rolling pulse filled my nether parts for an instant, nearly taking me away despite my master’s command against it. Agonized tears slipped from my eyes as I fought for control.

“Did you just come, Brandilynn?"

“No, Sir. Please, Sir, I really need to,” I sobbed.

“Keep that pussy working those fingers, girl. Harder. Faster.”

I gasped and rocked even as he drove into me, rubbing my mound again. I was in a delicious hell. God, I needed to come.

“Please, please, Sir. Please.”

He slapped my clit again, and once more I nearly lost it. I pressed my forehead against the hard wood of the table and begged myself, hold on, hold on, hold on. My hips continued to drum backward onto the battering ram of his cruel fingers. 

“Whose body is this, baby girl?”

“Yours, Sir. Please?”

Another sharp slap to the distended nub. My clit had decided these little darts of pain were the world’s greatest aphrodisiac. I felt it strain for the next blow, desperate to undermine my efforts to please my master.

“Who decides when you should come, Brandilynn?”

“You, Sir,” I ground out between clenched teeth. 

Slap. My pussy flexed in response. His calloused hand went back to rubbing circles against my mound. I hung on grimly.

“Please, Sir. Please, I’ll do whatever you want—”

Slap. Circle. Fingers plunging in and out faster still. “You’ll do whatever I want whether I allow you to come or not.”

Heaven help me, I was sweating in my aroused misery. I couldn’t think about that. I sensed the yawning abyss beneath me, ready to engulf me the second I gave the slightest bit.

Slap. Circle. Plunging. “Say my master commands me.”

“Oh, Sir. My master commands me. Please.”

Slap. Circle, Plunging. “Say it again.”

“My master commands me! Please, I’m begging you, Sir!”

Slap. Circle. Plunging. “Say it again.”


The torturing hands and fingers disappeared. “On your back, baby girl.”

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Alien Hostage Now Available at Totally Bound

Now available outside the U.S. You can get your copy at Totally Bound's site right now. Or pre-order at Amazon in the UK, Germany, Australia, Canada, and France. The book will be available there on July 26. Yes, Canada is there too. Due to miscommunications, I belated learned I kept only U.S. rights, not North American. Whoops!

Print has not yet been scheduled. It may be a while yet before Alien Hostage is available in that format.

Tasha Salter is caught in a quandary: she wants to fall in love, but past trauma keeps her from commitment. The only people she trusts are her family, especially in this time of treason against the Kalquorian Empire. When she and her three-year-old cousin are abducted by the revolt’s shadowy leader, matters of the heart no longer apply. She finds herself in a battle for their survival.

Clan Falinset left Kalquor in self-imposed exile when their parents’ illegal activities threatened their honor. Dramok Falinset, Imdiko Nur, and Nobek Wekniz only want to be left alone to live their quiet lives. Yet the drumbeat of war is sounding as traitorous forces prepare to attack Kalquor. Worse still, the revolt’s leader wants his son Falinset at his side … and refuses to take no for an answer.

A wild escape attempt throws Tasha and her young charge into the reluctant care of Clan Falinset. With betrayal in their past and war in their future, there is no reason to find love. Yet passion flares between those who should be enemies, leading Clan Falinset and Tasha to realize that they are not on opposite sides after all. Together they have the chance to heal.

Yet the sins of the fathers have come to rest on the shoulders of their sons. Falinset must make an impossible choice: bow to his father’s blackmail and turn traitor to the Empire or doom his clan by saving the young princess of Kalquor and the woman he’s fallen in love with.

Contains BDSM situations including bondage, D/s, and multiple partners.

              He was shocked when she reached up to stroke the scar dragging the corner of his mouth down. Her husky voice even lower than before, she murmured, “So strong. So fierce.”
              He swallowed hard. He did not dare to think she could be interested in him, and silently warned the throb in his groin to depart. “Strong and fierce. And not pretty.”
              Tasha snorted as if he’d said the most ridiculous words ever uttered. “I don’t care about pretty. Give me vigor. Intensity.” She rose up on her knees on the lounger so they were eye to eye. Her hand cupped the melted side of his face with the air of a connoisseur admiring a fine piece of statuary.
              Wekniz couldn’t believe it when she leaned close to press her lips to his marred cheek. “Give me power and might.” Her hands moved down, touching his chest and abdomen, her hands skimming over his shirt to feel the body beneath. “Bravery. Guts.” She pulled at his shirt, drawing it up to uncover the rest of his scars to touch them with reverence before bending to run her mouth and tongue over the disfigured flesh. “To hell with pretty. I want the body of the conqueror, the man who has faced the worst and lived to tell about it. The magnificence of the warrior who can’t be defeated.”
              Wekniz watched her, too stunned to move consciously. Yet his instincts blazed to life. His cocks pounded with the beat of his pulse, the hairs on his body standing on end. As she kissed and stroked the scarred skin with frenzied excitement, his being drew closer to the violent moment when he must take her.
              She abruptly stopped her near-frantic embraces to stare at him with want-filled eyes. “You are magnificent. Will you have me? You don’t have to offer sweet words. You don’t need to worry if I want you to fuck me senseless, because I do.”
              One part of Wekniz thought she had to be joking. Surely this beautiful creature couldn’t want him. But the burning in her eyes said something else. Seeing that eagerness slammed shut any arguments the Nobek might have come up with. Hunger roared forward, taking away all hesitation.
              In an instant, Wekniz had Tasha on her back, his body covering hers, passion pouring from him as he tore at the shirt she’d borrowed from Nur. All was devouring need.
              She was as ardent, her hands everywhere, her mouth latched onto his. Damn it, she was a little wildcat. He felt ravished, ravaged, ready to be made a meal of by the fervent Earther. The dominant in him rose up, but Wekniz held it off. He didn’t want to mess this chance up.
              But when her hand clamped on his crotch, the need to be in charge overwhelmed him. He wanted the woman his way. His need to be in charge was quick to remind him she’d practically begged him to take her. He heeded that call, moving fast to grab her wrists and pin them over her head. He heaved up to stare at her.
              Tasha gazed up at him, her eyes growing wide and round and soft. Her mouth parted open, a tiny sigh escaping. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Her expression – it was all want. Complete surrender.
              Wekniz’s cocks swelled at the sight of willing, compliant woman. The wildcat had wanted to be tamed. The thought swamped his senses, and his shafts gave a massive jerk.
              By the ancestors. This could be amazing.
              His thoughts flew, wondering what she’d respond to. Being held down played havoc with her desires. He scented the raw need coming from her lush little body, the smell drawing his more animalistic instincts to a razor-sharp point. Oh, he had a thought or two of where an interest in bondage could lead.
              Wekniz held her down with one hand. The other unbuckled his belt. He pulled it free of his waist, sliding off pouches that held the things he liked to carry as he went. Tasha watched him do so, her blue-green eyes gleaming with delighted knowledge. So she thought she knew what he was up to, did she? He was about to surprise her.
              He let go of her arms to put the belt in position. She had no time to figure it out before the belt circled about her neck and he closed the loop. The Nobek kept his fingers between the strap and her throat, making sure it wasn’t tight enough to choke. He locked down the buckle’s latch. There. She was collared and leashed, a perfect pet harnessed nice and proper.

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