Horny Hump Day 7/2/14: CMNF

In this three-sentence snippet from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, a gagged and restrained–and naked–Kenzi  is about to be taken by a very aroused Duncan.

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All she heard was the unzip; he was not undressing! He would take her fully clothed, while she was naked and open, and just about to drip on the carpet. Somehow, that made it even more exciting, that he would want her so badly that he would not bother with any more disrobing than necessary to—impale her!

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“Legacy of Desire and Blood” is out now on Amazon and other ebook retailers.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Excerpt Three from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. Oh you kids.

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When last we left our lusty duo (Excerpts One and Two), Duncan had just dragged his beloved–and moistening–Kenzi back to the dressing room of the clothing store, calling her bluff on her dare. He had ordered her to keep silent, then tested her obedience by giving her earlobe a nip. Of course she squealed; any Dom worth the title will make sure he finds reasons for “funishment” of his submissive.

And Duncan does. Let’s be voyeurs and watch.

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Corey Harper Books

She was starting to quiver uncontrollably. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the simple act of keeping her amorous sounds locked inside could be so intense, so arousing! It made his control over her that much more complete!

Her every molecule wanted to shriek with arousal, with lust, with desire, but he had told her not to make a peep. Yet the scream bubbling up from deep in her core threatened to engulf her senses. She became ever more lightheaded, the longer his hand pressed closed her mouth.

And more wet, if she could judge by what she felt against her steaming inner thighs, and his increasingly coarse breathing as he drew in her fragrance.

His tongue plunged into her ear at the same moment his free hand found its way to her nether lips and parted them. His finger felt rough against her slick, tender skin, and again she moaned with a month’s worth of desire. A month she couldn’t even remember, but her body sure could!

Her back arched as his tongue played around the opening in her ear, and his finger forced its way between her folds. He was being rough with her, thrusting into her tight pussy with first one finger, then another. His fingers were so long and thick! It felt like he already filled her as much as she could be filled.

He withdrew his hand from inside her, and she whimpered. She needed release! But he wasn’t finished with her. As she watched, wide–eyed over his large hand covering her mouth, he reached down and grabbed the shredded shirt she had been wearing. Tearing a long strip from it that was several inches wide, he wound the strip into a tight cord, then tied a plum–sized knot in the center of its length.

“Open your mouth,” he told her, removing his hand from her lips.

She felt her eyes widen even more as she understood what he was about to do. It sent a quake through her body, and she began to shiver uncontrollably. He was so powerful! There was nothing she could do.

She opened her mouth, her trembling giving him a moving target as he fitted the knot between her lips and teeth, and tied the free ends of the cloth behind her head. The knot was big enough that it forced her mouth to open wide. She bit down on the knot, feeling its hardness against her teeth. She pushed on it with her tongue, and it pushed her tongue right back to the rear of her mouth, where the only way she could hold it was in a curled up position.

“Try to talk,” he ordered her.

She tried, but nothing except grunts came out.

“Scream,” he commanded.

She did that too, but it was a muffled “hunh!”

He looked at her and smiled. The smile was dark, and full of male desire, the kind that made a girl feel like she would be swept away on its tidal intensity. Her quivering shot up another level when he picked up the leather belt.

He caressed her cheek in a sudden, tender way. “Do you consent?”

What? She was whirling. Her inner thighs had become more soaked by the moment as he had fastened the cloth around her head. Now he held up the severed halves of the belt.

“Your wrists,” he said, speaking as if he was talking about the weather. “Do you consent?”

Holy fuck! Here, in the dressing room of a public shop?

Yes! Oh mother of all fucking fuck–gods, yes! But she couldn’t talk. And had apparently forgotten how to send her thoughts to him.

But he read her eyes and chuckled, a deep, dangerous sound that only made her shaking worse. Or better. She was feeling her moisture wetting her knees now. When would he fuck her and put her out of her misery?

“Turn,” he ordered.

She turned, obedient to him, her naked, heavy breasts jiggling a little as she did, and she heard him catch his breath as he stared at her heated flesh. She was so happy he loved her curves and voluptuousness. She put her hands behind her back without being told, crossing her wrists for him.

In a flash he had bound her wrists with the leather belt. The rough underside of the leather scratched the soft skin of her wrists in a way that did nothing to calm her trembling. She flexed and wiggled her fingers against the bond. Without him saying it, she knew she would be in trouble if she broke the leather with her sith strength, and she vowed not to do that.

He spun her around to face him, the sudden movement making her gasp. The knot in her mouth was becoming soaked with her saliva, and some of it began to trickle around the gag and down her chin.

He tilted her face up so she could look him in the eyes. He looked so fierce, she almost couldn’t do it, but he held her fast.

“I am going to take you,” he said, his voice so low it vibrated in her chest, in her pussy.

You are…? Wait, her thoughts couldn’t get through to his mind. She probed, and realized he was blocking her from sending. It took her a moment, but all of a sudden she realized he wanted her to communicate only with her eyes, with her trembling, with her wetness. He was giving her a taste of their lovemaking as if she was a human girl.

The thought of being human with him, with no shortcuts, mind tricks, or sith strength, almost sent her over the edge with crazed lust. To be completely helpless with this man—not just pretending—would take her to heaven every day of her life!

She nodded, telling him with her lidded eyes to please, please, take her now! But he wasn’t quite finished torturing her, and that only made her want him more frantically.

“I am going to take you,” he said again. “I will take you, and it will be hard, and rough. I will do it because I can.” Then, his eyes softened for just a moment as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I will do it because I need you so much. You are my world.”

Oh my fucking goodness! She came right to the edge, her pussy throbbing so hard it felt afire.

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We’ll finish this sweet little scene next week. And if you need to change your panties, go ahead. We’ll wait. Oh, you aren’t wearing any?

If you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

Be sure to Subscribe to my blog to be notified of new posts and books news.

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Safe words: Who needs them? Maybe you.

Copyright (c) 2014 Corey Harper

 

 

Safe words.

Old hat for experienced subs. Newbies and the spanking virgins may not be certain what those are, so I’m going to give a quick briefing here.

There can be some controversy about safe words, but I really think there shouldn’t be. I’ll define “safe word” for the purposes of this post as: any indicator–verbal or otherwise–communicated from the sub to the Dom, for the purpose of altering, or encouraging, the current activity.

What is the point of a safe word? Well, imagine you are bent over the bed, couch arm, or the horse, and your loving Dom is wailing away on your fine ass with your favorite paddle. It’s all going great, you feel warm and loved, and you are drifting away into subspace.

Then he alters his stroke for whatever reason–maybe he feels particularly sadistic that day–and you come lurching back to your brain. It hurts! And not in a good way.

What to do? You scream, “Stop!” But you screamed “Stop!” earlier, as part of your roleplay, because you really wanted him to overpower you–which he agreeably did. So screaming “Stop!” now will more than likely cause him to paddle you harder.

So what do you do? You agree–BEFOREHAND–on your safe words. The two of you will know which words mean stop, slow down, or Wow that feels good–keep going.

The three most simple, generic words are:

RED: Stop immediately! I’m freaking out!
YELLOW: What you’re doing is making me feel overwhelmed–please dial it back.
GREEN: Oh yes! Don’t stop! I will come soon!

You can also come up with your own safe words, as long as all parties in the scene know, and have agreed to, them.

But what happens when little subbie is ball-gagged, blindfolded, hooded, and upside down in some rope contraption the evil bastard concocted? Speaking isn’t an option. And there’s the additional hindrance of her possibly being waaaay out in subspace, and not being able to speak.

A quick digression: it’s my sense–not backed up by any scientific evidence I’ve ever seen–that a sub loses her power of speech in subspace, because her feelings and sensations take her so far into her right brain, that she simply cannot access anything in her left brain. Just my guess.

Okay, so subbie is mute, and so high you could use her as a speed bump and she wouldn’t complain. Now what?

Every scene is as unique as a fingerprint, so I can’t give a definitive answer that will cover all situations. It’s the evil bastard’s job to make sure it’s all worked out beforehand.

Some options: a bell in her hand, though that could jingle as she is whacked. A bike bell might work, one that has a button to press. She can hold a rubber ball, and drop it for “Red”. If she’s on a flat surface, she could slap her hand or foot on it to stop the action.

You begin to see that it can get complicated, but less so when everyone knows going in how control of the scene works. And the sub ALWAYS has control of the scene, something outsiders don’t realize.

The point is, it’s always the Dom’s or the top’s job to make sure the sub is okay AT ALL TIMES. If she can’t talk, dropped the ball two hours ago because she was on her fifteenth orgasm, and she’s forgotten she has hands and feet, it’s up to the evil bastard to keep checking in with her to make sure she’s breathing properly, that her color is good, and that none of her bound parts are turning dark purple, or worse.

Because really, we want to use her again. So don’t break her.

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