X is for XXX – Steamy, Hot and Sexy

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Where am I today? Why, I am back at my old house, picking up those last few thousand items that just wouldn’t fit in the first two U-hauls. I swear to God, we got rid of so much stuff.  We made dozens of trips to the Goodwill and Salvation Army. We threw so much crap away, for the two months prior to moving, every week that garbage bin was stuffed as full as it could get. I wasn’t up to a yard sale, so periodically, we put a table out on the curb, loaded it with good stuff I simply didn’t want to keep moving with and put FREE on it. We got rid of 3 filing cabinets, 2 dressers, an armoire, and a big screen TV (not a flat screen and heavy as hell) that way. Our neighbors love us. And now we’re back, ready to move the last of it and I am once more walking the halls and bellowing, “Materialism is wrong! We have too much stuff!”

I don't know what he was doing when he made this meme, but I'm pretty sure it had to be moving.

I don’t know what he was doing when he made this meme, but I’m pretty sure it had to be moving.

sigh…

Okay, where was I?

X is for XXX, of course.

Sadly, the author I had lined up for today wasn’t able to get approval to give me an excerpt for her soon-to-be published new work. So, I’m winging it.

Who here doesn’t want to read about sex, raise your hand. …Nobody?  Nobody, right. Because it’s fun, it feels great, it reboots you after a taxing day, and can bring you and your significant other closer as a couple. If you enjoy one night stands, it can just be hot sweaty sex with a total stranger who’s socks you’ll never have to pick up off the coffee table. And in fiction, it can be anything. Anything at all.

He stopped touching her, and that right there was more of a punishment than anything else he could have done. Her groan came out like a sob, but his hands did not return. He went to his bag instead and pulled out the blindfold.

“What’s that for?” As if she didn’t know. She tried to duck away, but tied as she was, there was no escaping. He put it over her eyes and cut out the light completely. She couldn’t touch him and now she couldn’t see him either. The soft fur on the underside forced her eyes closed. She tried, but no matter how she peeked, she couldn’t find him. Her other senses kicked into overdrive, trying to make up for the lack. She heard him moving around her, heard him pick up a cup off the rolling cart and her skin prickled everywhere, knowing his touch now was eminent.

“Hold still.”

Warm and wet, the brush touched her skin. It wasn’t as ticklish as before, so maybe that had been due more to nerves. It felt good now, like teasing flicks of his tongue, and it went everywhere, moving over her hip and up her side, painting butterflies as it wandered the undercurve of her breast, teasingly drawing closer to her now aching nipples. Was that the brush or was it really his tongue, flicking at each tingling tip, jostling the clamps to make their bite temporarily harder? He blew, his breath at once both heated and cooling the liquid on her skin. She shivered.

“Hold still,” he admonished, and then his mouth found hers. He kissed her, first softly, then plundering when she opened for more. She tried again to chase his lips but he escaped her so easily and she sobbed because she couldn’t find him. The brush tickled the tender flesh between her knees. It must have been an artistic mistake because he immediately sucked it clean and in a strong, sure stroke, his tongue licked up her thigh. She caught her breath, but he stopped short of where she needed his mouth the most.

“Please!” she begged.

He parted the lips of her sex, peeling back the hood of her clit to expose her to the touch he refused to give. He blew instead, soft and torturously sweet. “Please?”

She arched. “Please, oh please, oh please!”

“Please, what?”

She jumped when she felt the caress of the chocolate-coated brush. It circled her clit, direct contact that was at once both heaven and hell.

“Fuck me!” Chelsea had never in her life had to beg for this, but she was begging now. She was shouting for it, sobbing, bucking and writhing. “Fuck me please, Master Kade!”

His fingers pulled her pussy lips apart and his mouth latched on. He lashed her and she shouted again, arching wildly to grind up into his victorious sucking, but her bonds held her back…until all of a sudden, they grew slack.

Kade ripped at the ribbons, first one knee and then the other, not bothering with her wrists before flipping her onto her wet and squirming belly. He heaved her hips, pulling her those last few inches off the end of the counter. Her arms strained, but his heat was at her back, the rough scrape of his denim jeans scouring her ass that last instant before she heard the zip that freed him. His cock between her cheeks was heavy and hot. The rip of the condom packet heralded that heady pressure as the full thickness of him burrowed slick into the valley of her folds, parting and stretching her as he searched for entry. Finding it, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head all the way back and freeing the way for that first lusty shout when he shoved into her, so hard and fierce and wonderfully, aggressively deep. He was all she could feel—on her, around her, in her. She’d begged him to fuck her, but this wasn’t fucking. It was taking, conquering, claiming. Every inch of her pussy, her body and soul—she was his. His. HIS!

It hurt, but it didn’t. This felt too good to be pain. It was ecstasy in its rawest form. Overwhelming, and with every pounding thrust, it left her shaken. Every nerve raced for more and more and when ‘more’ at last became too impossible to be achieved, that’s when he ripped the nipple clamps away.

For the first time since he’d put them on her, Chelsea knew real pain. She shouted even as she came, the most soul-shattering punishment she’d ever endured. The waves went on and on, crashing inside her, driven relentlessly deeper by the friction of his pounding cock, until at last he slammed in one final time, growling as he ground his pleasure into her.

This was from my latest Masters of the Castle series, Chasing Chelsea. It was one of my favorite scenes because when I first thought about doing that story, what I thought about specifically was doing a food scene. So having him paint her in chocolate butterflies was pure sensuality for me. 🙂 Sorry that the article is so short. It’s right now literally one minute before it’s due to post and I still have two fish tanks to set up before I go to bed or there are going to be some pissed off glo fish in a temporary bowl begging for air come morning.

Sooo pretty! I've told you guys I like color, right?

Sooo pretty! I’ve told you guys I like color, right?

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Chelsea is out of work, between homes and nearly out of money when, while filling out job applications at a busy bus depot, she find the opportunity of a lifetime simply lying in the trash. It’s a prepaid vacation voucher—room, meals and clothing all included. All she has to do is get on a bus and for the next ten days she’d be sleeping in a bed instead of her car. Unfortunately, the voucher is for a place called The Castle and no one lives in Granger for long without hearing one or two things about that very adult resort. Still, prepaid is prepaid, and just because she goes to the resort doesn’t mean she has to participate, right?

Then she meets Selena, and suddenly Chelsea’s a slavegirl in a BDSM wedding, an unwilling confidant in a secret Sara can’t bear to tell Jackson, the enigma Master Marshall just can’t figure out…and then there’s Kade. The big bad wolf, Selena calls him. The biggest and baddest the Castle has ever known. Everyone warns her to steer clear of the playboy Master, but right from the very start steering clear is the one thing Chelsea can’t bring herself to do. From the moment he smiles at her – the moment his experienced touch burns into her skin – she’s drawn.

Poor Little Red, she never had a chance.

“Chasing Chelsea” is the fifth book in Maren Smith’s Masters of the Castle series.

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5 thoughts on “X is for XXX – Steamy, Hot and Sexy

  1. Hi Mrs Smith, i loved this book & this scene! i love the sensual side of BDSM, did not think i would like Master Kade, he was too much of shall we say a ladies man. But you proved me wrong like the other Masters he had a certain something i found irresistable.
    i am sorry the moving back & forth is taking you so long & i hope you can soon rest & enjoy your new home! Look at it this way now you can have fun giving each item a new home 🙂 in your new home.

  2. LOL, I was reading the excerpt, going “Mmm, this is good.”
    followed by,
    “hey this sounds familiar.”
    followed by ”
    Chelsea? Kade? Oh! I know why I recognized it! The chocolate painting scene!”

    I loved this scene!

    I’m afraid to think of what will happen when we finally move.
    too much stuff.
    happy moving!
    🙂

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