Showing posts with label taken in hand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taken in hand. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Made it! Her Keeper #1 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books #blushingbooks #bestseller #excerptromance #spankingromance


Made it! Her Keeper #1 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books. Thank you and big BIG hugs to all my wonderful readers who make that possible! Still 40% off! Fantastic to make that #1 Spot! Hoping to see some reviews soon.



        
                                             

Didn't make it in time for satspanks but here's an short excerpt anyway! Sara is telling her best friend Lisa about the incident in college that has made her hold a grudge against Rick.

“Oh, Sara! No wonder he did what he did. Don’t you know anything about men, never mind young, hormonal men? You challenged him in front of his frat buddies about his car!”
“Fine! I get that he acted on impulse. The frat herd mentality even, but he’s never apologized.”
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like apologizing. Maybe he feels you deserved it. Have you ever considered that maybe you did? That’s one fine car you messed with. And it's not a ding, BTW, it's a definite dent!”
“I can’t believe you just said that. How could I deserve it? He beat me, Lisa.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He spanked your drunk, sassy, little ass. He did not assault you. Jeez, spanking is rife at those parties. They have frat paddles for fuck’s sake! You’re lucky he didn’t use one.”
“Someone handed him one. He turned it down.”
“See, you were lucky. He let you off easy.” She looks across the distance between our two properties at the two men standing on the dock. She gives a low, appreciative growl. “That is one gorgeous man. If you don’t want him, be prepared to move over, girlfriend. He can spank my ass, any day.”

         










Monday, 16 January 2017

Only One Spot Away!! Her Keeper #2 in Bestsellers #blushingbooks #bestsellers #romance


Almost There! Her Keeper #2 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books. Thank you and big hugs to all my wonderful readers who make that possible! Still 40% off! Love to make that #1 Spot! How about some reviews guys!




        
                                             

Didn't make it in time for satspanks but here's an short excerpt anyway! Sara is telling her best friend Lisa about the incident in college that has made her hold a grudge against Rick.

“Oh, Sara! No wonder he did what he did. Don’t you know anything about men, never mind young, hormonal men? You challenged him in front of his frat buddies about his car!”
“Fine! I get that he acted on impulse. The frat herd mentality even, but he’s never apologized.”
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like apologizing. Maybe he feels you deserved it. Have you ever considered that maybe you did? That’s one fine car you messed with. And it's not a ding, BTW, it's a definite dent!”
“I can’t believe you just said that. How could I deserve it? He beat me, Lisa.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He spanked your drunk, sassy, little ass. He did not assault you. Jeez, spanking is rife at those parties. They have frat paddles for fuck’s sake! You’re lucky he didn’t use one.”
“Someone handed him one. He turned it down.”
“See, you were lucky. He let you off easy.” She looks across the distance between our two properties at the two men standing on the dock. She gives a low, appreciative growl. “That is one gorgeous man. If you don’t want him, be prepared to move over, girlfriend. He can spank my ass, any day.”

         









Saturday, 2 April 2016

Her Forbidden Spring - You've Been a Very Naughty Girl, Professor.


Hi All!
My teaser today is from  short story I've been working on for a while, Her Forbidden Spring. It's a short story that's evolved from a 2000 word story I penned for The End of Summer Spanks. The story created interest in the couple then with suggestions to expand it. I decided to do that as I think the couple in the story, Marcie and Troy, have a great dynamic with strong chemistry. 

At this point in the story, Marcie is unbalanced by Troy's unexpected presence in her college seminar. She thought she seen the last of him when she gave him the slip at the archaeological dig in Mexico where they worked together over the winter. She's decided that their relationship must remain a fling and is doing her best to resist her deeper feelings.Troy has no intention of permitting that. He's transferred to the college where she teaches and has turned the tables on her by attending as a new student in her seminar class. The teaser begins at the end of the class after the other students have left and Marcie and Troy are alone in her classroom. Leaving Professor  Marcia Reynolds to deal with a lover who has unexpectedly become her student.

Saturday, 12 December 2015

Discipline and Pleasure? Deterrent? HIS By Design. #satspanks #BDSM

Hi All,
Welcome to the  Saturday Spankings Blog Hop.  Today I'm offering an eight sentence teaser from my erotic romance HIS By Design. I've recently made a few additions to the text and this extract is one of them. It's from Julian's POV and he is disciplining Claire for hiding the fact that she has been working alongside her ex-lover for weeks.  After a strapping, he continues the discipline with an anal plug. Despite that fact that the punishment has brought her to tears, Claire is so aroused that she is very close to climax. Julian initially orders her not to come, but he soon finds it very hard to continue denying her.

“I shouldn’t let you come, Claire - discipline won’t stay a deterrent for long if it always ends with pleasure and orgasms.” His fingers stilled and he bent to lick the shell of her ear. “Still, I figure you've learned your lesson.” He traced the two raised welts left on her flesh by the lochgelly tawse, “You’re not ever likely to risk a full on whipping with the lochgelly now you’ve had a small taste of it. Are you, babe? Tell me you’ve learned your lesson.”
 Claire moaned and he felt her contract even more, “Yes, I’ve learned, Julian, I’ll never risk a proper whipping with that thing and I’m truly sorry for my behavior. Please let me come.” 
Blurb

The year a mutual friend introduces Julian West to Claire Fitzpatrick, they are both grieving the loss of a loved one. Regardless, it is the start of an enduring friendship. A friendship where both comfortably forget the sizzling attraction that flared between them when they first met. Now, six years on, that attraction has re-emerged and they are excited to discover that they share the same passionate needs both erotic and disciplinary. But as their romance blossoms, neither of them is prepared for the deep love they each come to feel, but are unsure the other shares. When Claire's ex-lover reappears on the scene and she comes to suspect that Julian has never stopped loving his late wife, they must risk all to ensure that theirs will be a love designed to last. 

             


Monday, 23 November 2015

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Janey Stakes Her Claim as the Sheriff's Woman in Hope Junction! - Wip It Up Wednesday #wipitup




Welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday. I'm sharing from the final draft of my WIP today A Sure Thing - the second in my western romance series set in beautiful Hope Junction in the Rockie Mountains. The first in the series was my #1 Best Seller Tessa and Chance's story, just re-released as A Done Deal. Lots of readers are asking about Wes and Janey's story so here's a peek. Today's extract is from when Janey finally decides to stake her claim!  She's been in love with Wes Williiams since she was eleven but always thought he'd never notice her. Now, he is Deputy Sheriff of Hope Junction and she has just returned from Cheyenne after two years away training and gaining experience as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician). She is joining the Hope Junction emergency team as their first female member and she is nervous, especially considering the love of her life will be her team leader. We join the story when Janey is discussing this with her childhood friend, Cally. Cally has just insisted that this time Wes will notice her and she will become his woman. It starts out from Janey's POV and then shifts to Wes.

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   Janey bit her lip, her eyes turning dreamy. The image of her as Wes’s woman blotted out anything else Cally had said. She took a deep breath and gazed at her own reflection longingly.
   “His woman.  Oh Cally, do you really think that’ll ever happen? I’ve dreamed of it for so long, but he’s never saw me that way. Didn’t even show the least bit of jealousy when I flaunted all my bad boy dates in front of him. Not that any of them measured up to him. I…I’d given up hope. Told myself to let it go once I moved to Cheyenne. But now I’m home…”
   “Now you’re home, you’ll get him for sure! Soon as he sees you as a woman all that fondness will morph into love. I just know it. Just stop dreaming and start seeing. Actually see the two of you together. In your mind. Visualization it’s called.”
   Janey grinned. “That right? You look that up on the internet too?”
   Cally stuck out her tongue and pushed Janey, playfully. “Sure did!”
   Despite her teasing, a little less than an hour later, Janey’s mind was full of Cally’s words and the images they provoked as she stood in front of the firehouse door working up the courage to go through it and meet the team. Her feelings were all a jumble. Torn. In one way she wanted to look sexy and hot in her uniform. To raise a tent in the uniform pants of the men and one man in particular. But the other part of her scoffed at that. She wanted them to see her professionally - as a respected member of the team.
   Gathering her courage, she pushed through the door. At that precise moment, only one feeling and one image remained. Janey froze, her heart skipped and her breath held. Her senses filled with the tall, rangy figure of Hope Junction’s deputy sheriff. Dear God, she’d forgotten how much she longed for him. What the sight of him did to her. It was then that she decided. Then that she took Cally’s advice to heart. She looked across the room at the love of her life and saw, truly saw them together.  Visualized herself as Wes Williams’ woman.
***
   Deputy Sheriff Williams looked up at the sound of the door, a smile of welcome on his handsome face. He was looking forward to having Janey on the team. He knew the rest of the men didn’t share his enthusiasm. Never mind the fact that she was the first woman to join them, but her reputation as the town hellion – a well-earned reputation at that – made them doubly uneasy. Wes had no such qualms. He’d worked with a few women in other departments in the territory and was impressed with their abilities. He also knew that, despite her rebellious nature, Janey Wilson was solid. He’d no doubt she’d pull out her best self while on the job.
   When they were kids he’d laughed and indulged her. He admired her tomboy ways, even if he did shake his head at the leniency of parents who never tanned her cute bottom when she needed it. New Age travelers who settled in Hope Junction, her parents believed she should be allowed to express her free spirit. Never mind she might kill herself or others in the process. He never thought of treating her behavior that way himself when they were kids, but come a few years later in high school, when she started arousing a tent in his jeans, his hand started itching to exercise his right arm around her. He even figured she’d benefit from his belt a few times. 
   But he’d no right to discipline her. She wasn’t his and she wasn’t likely to be. It was pretty clear that she’d no interest in him - at least not like that. He knew his responsible, measured ways could never cut any slack with her when she was more interested in bad boys. So he’d convinced himself that his desire for her was just male, teen libido for anything female and focused on his fondness for her instead. It wasn’t long before he’d convinced himself that the reason he was so attached to her was because she was like a kid sister he looked out for.
   She’d surprised most of the town when she’d chosen to train as an EMT in Cheyenne, but not him. He knew she had gumption and was proud that she was turning responsible. Glad that she was showing the town that there was more to her than wild ways and sassy talk. He’d swollen with pride when he read her transfer file. She’d aced training and after a year and a half working in Cheyenne, she’d earned plenty of praise from her superiors.  It wasn’t all plain sailing, mind. There was mention of some insubordination and taking a few too many risks at crime scenes. He’d shrugged when he read those entries. It was hardly surprising given her nature. Still, he’d have to keep an eye out for that, he’d decided, his protective streak rising to the fore.
   Only that wasn’t what was rising now. He’d looked up expecting to see her usual deceptively childlike figure across the room. She’d visited a few times from Cheyenne in the past two years and those times she still looked like a fresh faced, baby blonde teenager even though she was approaching her mid-twenties. 
   Except the vision across from him now didn’t remotely resemble a fresh faced teenager. The uniform gave her a professional appearance that reminded him of the skills she’d gained in her medical technician’s role, but it did nothing to hide her womanly curves. He was glad his own uniform pants were lose enough that his sudden, swollen hard-on wasn’t too obvious. But it was more than how she looked. There was an air about her that shifted their connection in a profound way. She had a stance and a stare that called to him. Almost claimed him. Janey Wilson may have ignored him for bad boys in high school, but she sure as hell seemed to be giving him the eye now.
   He felt his pulse increase rapidly. It pounded in his head as she crossed the space between them. It was crazy. The room felt wired like one of those surreal movies scenes where everything slows down and sound and sight blurs. What the hell was the matter with him? She was just the little hellcat he’d known since he was fourteen. How come her swinging her hips as she walked across the firehouse was making him feel like his whole world had tilted? It wasn’t until she was standing close beside him that he remembered just how tiny she was. His endearment over her size slipped from his lips with a husky, sensual sound.
   “Hey, little bit.”
   Wes drew in his breath when Janey looked up at him with rounded, azure sky eyes and tremulous lips. Fuck! He wasn’t imagining it. The chemistry between them was invading the space around them. And she was feeling it as much as he was. Her breath was ragged and her breasts moved in a slow, sexy rhythm under the khaki shirt. She bit her lip turning them red before speaking in a tone as husky and sensual as his.
   “Officer Wilson reporting for duty,” she paused ever so slightly, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. “…sir.”
   Wes couldn't help himself. He groaned.
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Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Wip It Up Wednesday - Back to an Old Favorite - Her Keeper 2 - In HIs Custody Episode 3 #wipitup




 Hi Guys,

Well finally back on wipitup.  My main WIP is the second in my Hope Junction series, Wes and Janey's story, but I've had a number of readers ask about my Her Keeper e-serial, lately. It made me realize that I've neglected it shamefully, especially considering how popular it is.  So I decided to leave Hope Junction for a visit to Lake Andrews and write Episode 3 of In His Custody (Her Keeper 2).  My latest email from a reader reminded me that I did leave it with a bit of a cliffhanger. "The last book I read she was given over to his custody and we learn her life is in danger. That was where it ended."  OOPs.  Now that really is not playing fair considering it was almost a year ago.  So new resolve.  I will write an episode of Her Keeper along with writing my novels.  I promise to keep them coming. Here's an extract from the end of the last episode, followed by a short extract from my WIP of the next episode. It is written in alternating first person present tense. The end of the last episode is from Ricks POV and the WIP is from Sara's POV



  
Next my cell lights up with Luke’s tone.  “Hey, buddy.   You okay?”
“What’d you think?”
“She’ll get over it.”
“The hell she will, but she’ll learn to put up with it.  Hopefully, once she knows why, she’ll reconsider castrating me.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Worse.”
“We didn’t have a choice, Rick”
I nod, travelling back to only a couple of hours ago as I took in the sight of Luke and Aaron’s faces as they sat me down in chambers.

Luke pulls out his laptop.  He nods and motions me to come over to look at what he’s brought up on to the screen. 
"These are all Sara's cases she worked on the year she took over her grandfather's practice.  See a pattern?"
"Other than at least half are pro bono and the rest will be legal aid?"  I offer this connection with a puzzled look.   "That’s no big deal, Luke.  Harmon didn't care about money and he managed well enough, living frugally, to take care of his family.  When he died a lot of people lost out on affordable counsel.  I know that’s why he left Sara his practice, along with enough of an inheritance to keep her in reasonable comfort if she’s careful.  Her taking up where Harmon left off meant a lot to the people of this town.  I've told her that already.  She left a void when she took the prosecutor's job."
"Yeah, so why did she?  Did she apply?"
I shake my head wondering where this is headed.  "No.  They approached her.  I tried to talk her out of it, but it made her even more determined to take it."
Luke sighs.  "Yeah, she sure likes to do the opposite of what you tell her.  Knee jerk reaction every time."
I scowl at him before demanding.  "Just cut to the chase, Luke.  What’ve you figured out?  You’re on to something.  Right?"
"Right."  He presses a key and the screen methodically changes to reveal a pattern that makes me give a long, low whistle.  “Is this solid or just a theory?"  I shift in my seat and look at him, worriedly. 
"Nothing solid, yet, but enough to make me worry and you should be worried too.  Very worried.  You need to keep Sara close to you and protected until I figure this out for sure.”
“How long will it take you?”
Luke shrugs.  “Hard to tell.  Days, weeks, maybe months.  Sooner than later, I hope, but I can’t guarantee anything.  Meanwhile you need to be able to keep a close eye on Sara.  Especially around her practice.  Do you think she’ll cooperate?”
This is when Aaron chimes in. 
“In a pig’s eye.  You know she won’t, Rick.  Luke and I’ve talked this over and we reckon you should just make good on the sentence you set down in the first place.  I’m going to court order her into your custody.  It’s the best way.  Given her bull headed nature, I'd say don’t give her a choice."
"In to my custody.  Are you nuts?  Aaron you can't arrange the law to do that, even if it is in Sara's best interests."
“Sure, I can.  There’s precedent.  This bylaw her friend Lisa has unearthed was designed to deal with wayward women back in colonial times.  Hell, under it, I could order her to marry you. It’s still on the statute.”

Thank fuck I persuaded him out of that.  So here I am with my Sara love stomping about my house.  Back to hating me.  I can hardly blame her for feeling betrayed, but I can’t tell her what’s at stake.  I can’t tell her that I need to keep her close, not just so I can keep her under my control, but so I can keep her alive.



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WIP Extract!
    Straightening, I stare him down, accusing him. “You’re complicit in this, aren’t you? You didn’t fight it. You betrayed our agreement. You’ve got what you wanted without my consent.” The last sentences are statements. I’ve no doubt of his guilt.
    He doesn’t even bother to contradict my assessment of Judge Matthews’ court order relegating me to his custody for the next twelve months. Of course not.  Why should he?  It’s exactly the sentence he pronounced in Ginny’s diner, yesterday. It’s a total betrayal because I’ve done precisely as he demanded and yet he’s still robbed me of my freedom.
  He just looks at me with his resolute mocha stare and opens the courthouse door, making it clear he expects me to go through it. Tilting his head, he motions me into action with a curt order. “The car’s out front. Get in.” 
    I hide my own betraying emotions at his consideration in bringing the car round.  Through the open door, the heavens start to pelt it down, consolidating my mood. Before I can make a dash for the car, he stops me, slips out of his jacket and covers me with it. Then he lets me go with a nod. I struggle not to draw its soft, worn leather and its now familiar comfort around me. No way am I letting my guard down and softening enough to trust him again.
   We reach his house after a heavy, silent ride in the Mustang. My misery deepens when I think of how I’d felt all kinds of excitement about finally being able to enact all my girly fantasies about Rick and me in that car.
   Zero chance of that, now.
   I run from the rain onto the covered deck porch. He unlocks the back door and I hand him his jacket right after. The action reminds me of handing it back to him on my own wraparound porch this time last week. I can hardly believe the shift in our lives since then.  In just under seven days, we’ve declared and consummated our love. I even trusted him enough to surrender to his rough and tender possession and submit willingly to his discipline and domination. Our session in the interrogation room was so sexy and thrilling.  It felt so profound what we shared at the end. I felt so close to him. I was sure he felt it too. Yet, less than an hour later, he let Judge Matthews’ custodial sentence destroy everything.
   I walk down the hall and push open the door to the second bedroom. Crossing my arms over my body, I turn and square up to him. "I’m not sharing a room with you.”

                                                                   

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Thursday, 1 October 2015

Chance & Tessa are Back in the Top 100! -The Rancher's Woman.

                                                                        


                                                                  

Friday, 21 August 2015

Rewards after A Spanking - Chance makes good on a promise #SatSpanks Saturday Spankings


Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  My teaser today is from my western romance A Done Deal. Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, A Done Deal was previously published as The Rancher's Woman. Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her.  After Chance takes Tessa across his knee for the first time, even though they were both aroused, he tells her the rule is no satisfaction right after a punishment.  However, he promises to pleasure her some later.  Later that night after some sexy dancing, he takes her down by the river to make good on his promise. When he firmly caresses her still tender bottom it is a total turn on for Tessa.


     Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze. 
     “Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear, “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. 

Tessa doesn't feel abandoned for long as you can read in the extended extract below the links list

Blurb

"Way I see it, you and me... we're a done deal."

Chance Williams determination is more than Tessa Anderson bargains for when she moves to Hope Junction, Wyoming. Sure, she's attracted to the tall handsome rancher, but she's thinking just some romance and a bit of sexy fun. She isn't looking to fall in love.  She's especially not looking to fall in love with a man who has ideas as old fashioned as Chance's.  Ideas that include a protective streak a mile long. Not to mention a firm hand he's not afraid to use. And, oh yeah - a ring on her finger.

Tessa's firmly fixed on launching her new herb and seed business. The little bungalow she rents from Chance is perfect for her new venture. When an unexplained fire and strange goings on at the property start to threaten her success and maybe even her safety, Tessa has to come to terms with her wayward desires and her hesitant heart.

She might just have to accept that Chance is right about them.

They're a done deal.

   

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Extended Extract


The owner of the bar, the actual Jolene, picked up the microphone and asked for everyone’s attention. “Howdy, folks. Hope you’re all having your usual good time here at my little place. Tonight I’ve somethin’ a little different for you. Friend of mine’s visiting from Casper and she convinced me that you good people of Hope Junction would just love Latin dancing. She and her partner are kind enough to offer us a demonstration and a quick intro lesson. Now, I’m not stupid. I know most of you men are just holdin’ your tongues on account of she’s my guest, but you keep an open mind, now.”
There was a ripple of laughter and a few hoots as Jolene plugged an iPod into the sound system and the room filled with the sizzle and sway of Latin dance music.

“Oh, salsa. I love Latin dancing and music.” Tessa looked up at Chance with a beaming glow as she began to keep time with the rhythm and move her feet in a few steps.


“Well. Lookie here. We got ourselves a little lady who knows the steps already. That right, Tessa?” Tessa stopped moving and colored as all the attention of the bar turned to her after Jolene’s observation.

“Um, yeah a little, I guess.” She looked up at Chance pleadingly, her natural shyness overtaking her.
“Hey there, Jolene. Quit picking on my girl and just get this demonstration up and runnin’.” Chance laughed good-naturedly.

“Sure thing, Chance, but I reckon you and Tessa’ll be one of the first couples up for the intro lesson.” She winked and then added to Tessa, “Get working on him, girl. If you can persuade Chance Williams to move to Latin, we can get the rest of the men up here. That right, boys?”

There were more catcalls, hoots, and grumbling from the men with laughter from the women and then the lights were dimmed. A showy couple in a bright Latin dancing outfit paraded onto the floor. They were a splendid sight blazing into the little saloon, causing a hush to fall over the room. The couple created such an exciting spectacle of color and movement that Chance found himself swaying a little. A fact he didn’t cotton on to until Tessa bumped hips with him saucily. He looked down to see her eyes alight with teasing and excitement. Guess her enjoyment of the dance was chasing away her shyness. He liked that, the way she lost her reserve and was caught up in the action of the moment.
The dance ended and there was an outburst of applause. The couple bowed showily, the man twirling the woman from side to side as they acknowledged the crowd’s praise. 

The lights went up and Jolene stepped forward. “Alright then, who’s up for givin’ it a try? Tessa? Chance? What do ya say?”
Chance took in Tessa’s look mixed with pleading and challenge. Groaning, he listened to the Saturday night crowd’s hoots and hollers. Damn! He was screwed.


 Tessa listened to the crowd egging Chance on and gave him her best come-on stare. Her heart and pulse thrummed excitedly as she watched him lose the battle with his reluctance. Shaking his head in capitulation, he offered her his hand. She took it as he led her out to the dance floor. At that, a mixture of shouts and groans went up from the room as a number of women dragged their men out to follow Chance and Tessa’s example.

Once they got into the lesson, Tessa was pleased, but not surprised to learn that Chance was an excellent lead and picked up the instructions easily. Dancing with him was far more enjoyable and exciting than when she took lessons before. It was only a few simple moves, but Tessa could feel her whole body heat as he held her close in the Latin dance clinch. Every time they went from open to closed hold, the more apparent it became that he was finding the moves just as arousing as she was. By the time the lesson came to an end, Tessa was in a high state of sexual tension.

“Well, folks, hope you enjoyed that enough to sign up for lessons. If we get enough takers, Ricardo and Gena will come up from Casper a couple of times a week. We’ll have Hope Junction swayin’ to the Latin rhythm in no time. Signup’s over there.”

Tessa stood a little dazedly watching as a number of couples crowded round the signup table. Not surprising. The instructors were good. They’d cleverly demonstrated all the sexy but easy parts of the dance as a great introduction.

“What’d you say, hon? Reckon you can handle me steppin’ on your feet twice a week? Will we sign up?”
Trying to snap out of the erotic haze induced by the aftermath of the arousing dance in his arms, she nodded. “I’d love that, Chance.” Her breath came out in a breathy, husky whisper and she couldn’t help shamelessly rubbing against him.

Not missing the desire behind her movements, Chance drew her closer, murmuring in her hair. “We can sign up later. Let’s you and me take a breath of air, Therese Marie. Reckon I owe you somethin’. Got a promise to make good on.”

Tessa’s heart hammered, her stomach flipping; the desire in the look he threw her was unmistakable as he put his hand at the small of her back to usher her outside. Leading her out through the crush of the crowd, he told her in a husky, desire-laden drawl, “Let’s head to the river. It’s real pretty at night.”
Jolene’s place sat on a lot not far from the swift running water and they made their way in promise-laden silence along the path beside it. Fed by the distant mountains, its soft, rushing sound echoed through the thick of the night. The dark velvet sky was speckled with luminous points of radiance while the crescent moon cast a tender glow. Tessa bit her lip and swallowed when Chance headed for a secluded spot. Further into the trees past the initial trail, it was deserted and inviting.

Easing her against a wide-trunked tree, he pressed his aroused body sweetly into her. “Mmm, you feel so soft and hot, sweetheart.” Both his hands slid round to cup her buttocks as he asked her in soft, low growl, “How’s your bottom, hon? Still sore?”

Tessa moaned in a mix of hot passion and mortification. “Chance, how can you ask that! It’s too embarrassing. Besides, you know it must be.”

Chance chuckled. “Good. Reckon you’ll think twice before you push me again now you know how I’ll deal with your misbehavin’ streak.”

He massaged her cheeks the whole time he said this, making Tessa squirm and slowly hump brazenly against him in an unbearably hot arousal. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever push you like that again. No way am I giving you a reason to dish out another spanking!”

“That so? Guess you’re plannin’ on being real good then, ‘cause believe you me, missy, you act up and you’ll get your sweet butt roasted and I won’t be so lenient next time. Understood?”

Tessa could hardly believe that his disciplinary talk was making her nipples peak like hard little pebbles. What about her independent woman, feminist card, damn it! Tessa was too far gone to care. She pushed her buttocks into his hands, murmuring and moaning, rotating her body in frustrated need, taking a perverse pleasure in the fiery feeling in her still warm backside that was spreading between her thighs.

“Oh, God, Chance, please!”

“Please? Oh, yeah, I’m gonna please. I promised you I would. So you just lean back and let me do that.”

Chance took her chin gently in his large hand and turned her face up to his. Beginning at her hairline, he slowly trailed his lips and tongue down one side of her face to her ear. Inserting his tongue, he circled it in a wet full claiming. Tessa groaned into him. Her ears were particularly sensitive erogenous zones and his expert tasting made her knees buckle. Catching her, he supported her, slipping both hands back under her ass cheeks to lift her and fit her snugly against his hard, hot erection.

Shifting his attention to her other ear, he filled it with wet tongue and then growled into it. “See what you do to me, babe? I reckon you’re gonna drive me crazy with frustration while we’re courting. I won’t be so cruel to you. If I recall rightly, I promised you some pleasuring if you were good. I reckon you’ve been real good. You want me to pleasure you, Therese Marie?”

Tessa whimpered and moaned desperately, “God, yes, Chance. You know I do.”

Chance slipped her slowly back down to stand her on wobbly legs. Holding her steady, he eased his knee between her thighs, supporting her with his own. Sliding his hands up, he took both breasts, squeezing and fondling them exquisitely, his thumbs teasing her nipples to fullness. While his hands worked her roundness, his lips paid attention to her mouth. Taking one lip at time, he nibbled each in turn to a wet plumpness before easing his tongue slowly and sensually between them.

Meeting his tongue, Tessa eased into the kiss while squirming in delight at his caresses to her upper body. He slowly drew his mouth from her own, his lips traveling to nibble her neck, pushing aside her collar to suck at her shoulder seductively.

“Hmmm… Oh, that’s lovely, Chance,” Tessa muttered her appreciation, squirming in sensual delight at the feel of his mouth on her skin and his hands on her breasts through her soft cotton blouse and silky bra. His touch sent her aflame even through the material. God, how amazing was it going to feel when his hands were caressing her bare flesh. Tessa squirmed even more at the thought, her pelvis clenching, her clit swelling in eagerness at his sensual stroking of her womanly breasts. Shamelessly, she arched into his hands, desperate for his touch in other places as well. Chance responded to her need, trailing his hand down her belly, lingering to knead her mound forcefully with his large palm before expertly locating her clit area with his fingers through her jeans.

Tessa gasped, amazed that her nub could feel so good from his caresses through the thick material. Waves of pleasure weakened her. His other hand left her breast to cup her bottom, pulling her hard against him, the friction of his broad chest stimulating her nipples and burgeoning breasts. His hands worked their magic on her lower half while his mouth moved higher to nip and suck her neck just behind her ear. His hand on her bottom was forceful and firm, reviving the burn and throb from his vigorous chastisement. Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze.

“Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear. “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. Rotating firmly against her, his movements brought them both erotic pleasure, as he molded her to him, easing her gently against the tree.

Through the haze of desire, Tessa became acutely aware of the scent and sounds around her. The thick aroma of the pine tree at her back, the sound of the rushing water, and the muted movements and calls of the wild creatures in the semi-wilderness just beyond. She clutched at Chance, one hand gripping his hair, the other seizing the material of his shirt at his broad shoulder. The feel of his hands on the bare flesh of her backside along with the throbbing of his hard-on against her thickly clothed clit was sweetly intense. She rotated against him rhythmically, her breath coming in gasps. “Oh, God, Chance. I’m going to come just like this. Oh, oh, oh…”

Chance matched her movements, his voice a deep, sexual sound washing over her. “I hope so, babe, that’s the plan. Let yourself go and come real nice for me.”

At his coaxing command, Tessa’s body clutched and convulsed, her body swept up in waves of long, slow, climatic pleasure. Gripping his hair and digging her nails in his shoulder, she heard her own voice moan deeply in release as her body surrendered to orgasm.

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