UNDERCOVER: EXPOSING THE BAD DOCTOR

Starting a new series now called 'Undercover', where the protagonists undergo all sorts of sexual adventures while attempting to go undercover.

For her rookie assignment as an investigative journalist, Rachel Gardener is determined to expose a gynecologist with sinister ethics.

But she doesn't expect him to be so handsome or soft-spoken. Or that her medical examination would be so bizarre and psychologically invasive.

This erotica novelette at 11,000 words will be a unique take on the doctor/patient fantasy that you've never read before.


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She takes his hand, her heart beating fast, as he assists her to maneuver her body into a squatting position. It's a very revealing pose - legs bent and thighs splayed wide apart. The soles of her feet sink into the leather. Her furred pussy is an open flower in her center.

Dr. Rathbone stares at her pussy with great intensity, as though he is studying a new species of insect.

"You have very nice genitals, Rachel."

Her tongue freezes in her mouth. She can't bring herself to say 'Thank you'.

He says, "Sometimes, failing to achieve orgasm is due to weak pelvic musculature. Have you had any groin injuries?"

"No." Unless you count the time she skidded on her skateboard and landed hard on it when she was a kid.

"I'm going to assess the strength of your pelvic muscles."

He moves close to her once again. She finds herself cringing as his hand shapes itself into a trigger with two pointing fingers. Those fingers probe for her vulva this time, burrowing into her tight nether mouth. She's already quite wet down there and so his fingers slide in easily. Still, she's not prepared for the sudden intrusion and she squeaks - a piteous sound of anxiety and surrender.

His face is very close to hers. The scent of his aftershave is stronger than ever. She finds herself noticing the fine lines of his face and the clean cut of his jaw. The warmth of his body seeps through her flesh. His fingers cleave into her vagina, parting her long dormant walls like a shark's fin slicing the water.

"Very tight," he observes. "Now try to squeeze your muscles as hard as you can around my fingers."

TRAPPED WITH SEX-STARVED ALIENS

OK....how did this erotic piece come about? I was so hung up on Taylor Kitsch's rock solid abs in 'John Carter' that I wanted to write something about it. And so I did a kind of mashup between 'John Carter' and 'Avatar', but this one has its own unique story, of course, and with a female protagonist.

Naturally, there's plenty of normal sex and weird sex with aliens.

Enjoy!

Alicia Conifer is having a hard time with her starcraft pilot, John Hanson. His overwhelming good looks and caustic tongue are distracting. But she has to graciously put up with him anyway for two whole weeks on the planet, Norbu, where she plans to study the flora and fauna.

They are not alone, however.

They are soon kidnapped, stripped and subjected to indignities by the natives - who seem to be partial to her voluptuous body and John's impressive manhood. But Alicia discovers that the Norbuans have two sexual appendages and a mysterious telepathic ability that has far-reaching consequences for all of them.

How much of her body must she give up to learn their secrets?

This is a sci-fi erotica novelette at 14,500 words and is written as an erotic homage to Avatar and John Carter.

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The chieftain crooks a finger and beckons them to come closer. They drag her, tugging her forward by her arms.

She gives a strangled cry as she stares into the eyes of the alien chief.

He's very tall. Taller than the rest of the Norbuans. At least nine feet in her estimate. His eyes are dark pools of obsidian, and his pupils almost take up the entire span of his visible eyeballs. His smooth skin is glowing and orange, and his nostrils are two slits in a high cheek-boned face. His mouth has almost no lips.

Why is he looking at her as though he would like to eat her?

His hand reaches for her left breast. He has a curious expression on his face - as though he has never seen a breast before. He may well not, judging from the flat chests of the Norbuan women. She holds her breath as his three-fingered and one-thumbed hand caresses her flesh. He cups her mound and raises it. His touch is silken and very warm. One of his long tapering three-jointed fingers brushes across her nipple, causing the tip to tense and fill with blood.

She begins to breathe faster.

His other hand does the same to her left breast. Soon, he is feeling her tits all over - prodding them, weighing them, squeezing them in the manner of a scientist studying a genetically-enhanced melon.

She is aware of John's hot gaze upon her.

"Is he hurting you?" he asks between his teeth.

"No," she says truthfully.

The chieftain steps back and makes a gesture. The two Norbuans who are holding her arms bend down to hoist her up by both thighs. She gives a little shriek as they lift her off the ground. They open her thighs wide, holding her by the waist and buttocks.

Her pussy is splayed before the chieftain.

The Royal Captive Vol: 1 to 3 and 4 to 6

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In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro must now become a sex slave in his enemy camp. He will be stripped, bound, punished, humiliated, and used in ways he would never have imagined.

But Prince Miro plans to escape, and in the process, assassinate King Jai. Can he do it?

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The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, Miro makes plans to escape. He embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, Jai’s handsome and innocent younger brother. But Dio has fallen in love with him. When the time comes, can he betray Dio’s trust?


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PUBLICLY DISPLAY YOURSELF FOR ME

Believe it or not, I have to tone down my covers thanks to Amazon's adult filtering. But I certainly haven't toned down my content!

Pretty Gina Wesley has a dilemma. Her boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin, wants her to display herself on a public beach as part of her sexual servitude. But Gina is naturally shy.

Gina has to give in, however, when the Devlin siblings insist on coming along and taking photos of the event. But how soon will it be before the police show up?

This 10800 word BDSM novelette is Volume 3 of the 'Initiation 2' series.

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More than a few females do a double take as the twins and Max come into view. I don't blame them. I would too. In fact, I'm positively glowing with the fact that I have three absolutely drop dead gorgeous men flanking me, as if I'm a supermodel or someone far worthier than what I deem myself. Envious eyes are riveted on me - wondering if a) I'm someone famous, or b) if I'm not, how the hell did I manage to snare this entourage?

Well, everyone will find out soon enough.

The twins and Max choose a spot somewhere in the middle of the beach. There are three empty deck chairs which have just been vacated, evidenced by the empty glasses on the adjoining side table. Sand scours the seats. The twins lay down their backpacks as Max begins to strip off his T-shirt and shorts.

I observe Max. I will never get tired of watching him take his clothes off. Every female around us is watching Max too, as well as the twins as they begin to peel off those Hawaiian shirts from their toned bodies.

As the siblings drop their baggy shorts, gasps burst from red lips all around us. Max is wearing a scarlet G-string. The twins are clad in corresponding blue ones. The G-strings feature a common pearl-shaped front to unsuccessfully cover their bulging genitals, allowing pubic hair to peek above and around the material in suggestive patches. Save for a thin band around their hips, their firm and luscious buttocks are completely exposed because the strings that form the connecting points are nicely and snugly buried within their cracks.

The outlines of their penises and balls contained within their fronts are very, very obvious. A trickle of fluid runs out of my pussy just to look at them.

Max grins at me. "Take it off, doll. Show them what you've got."

I'm only glad for the fact that Alice isn't around to see me. Aware that all eyes are now riveted upon me, I self-consciously shrug away the terrycloth robe.

More gasps of shock puncture the brittle atmosphere, already choked with the rising heat from the hot sands.

HER FIRST CLIT RING

Jenny is terribly afraid. Her control freak of a boyfriend, John, wants her to get a clitoris ring. She wants to please him, and yet she is afraid of the actual piercing and its ramifications. How will she go through this, especially as he wants to film the procedure?

This is an intensely psychological journey of sexual awakening at 6800 words.


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The room possesses a reclining chair with a pair of stirrups – not unlike what you get at a gynecologist’s clinic. There’s also a flat examination bed made from black leather and several comfortable looking chairs.

“I’ll have to examine you first to determine what kind of piercing you can take,” Chad explains. “But first, you may want to wash yourself.”

He gestures to an attached bathroom.

John puts his sling bag down. He carefully removes a video camcorder from it.

“I’m going to be recording every moment of this,” he declares.
Jenny hugs her chest, feeling cold. Chad makes no move to exit the room.

John sets his camcorder up. He depresses a few buttons and a blinking red light comes on. He trains the aperture at Jenny.

“Okay. This is a historic moment called ‘Jenny gets her first clit ring’. Take off your clothes, Jenny.”

She’s suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You mean, with – ” She surreptitiously glances at Chad.

Chad waves his hand. “No worries, I’ll leave the room until you’re ready for me.”

“No. Stay. Sweetheart, Chad’s gonna be doing the procedure anyway. He’s going to see you totally naked. So let’s not make a big deal out of this, OK?”

Here it comes, she thinks. The domineering part that takes over his personality completely.

“OK,” she says in a small voice.

She starts to unzip her dress from the side, very aware that the camcorder lens is upon her. The dress falls off her slim shoulders. She has alabaster skin – delicate and almost transparent with tiny blue veins. It’s fairy skin; the skin of princesses and milk baths. She’s not wearing a brassiere, and so her firm breasts are revealed immediately. Her nipples and areolas are red and inviting.

She lets the dress pool at her ankles. She’s wearing a pair of lacy black panties – sheer and strategically see-through in some places. She steps out of her dress and totters in her high silver heels.

“Look at those tits,” John murmurs. He moves closer, dipping the camcorder to the level of her chest. “What do you think, Chad? Good for a nipple ring later?”

Jenny shivers. She tries to cross her arms around her chest, but John bats her hands impatiently away.

“Don’t cover yourself, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know,” Chad drawls. He has a languorous air about him, as though his presence is an effortless draping cloud. “I’ll have to examine her.”

“Be my guest. Put your hands behind your back, Jenny.”

BEND OVER FOR MY FAMILY

THE BESTSELLING ‘INITIATION’ SERIES CONTINUES!

Pretty Gina Wesley is locked in the passionate embrace of her boyfriend’s brother, when their father suddenly returns. Terrified of this mysterious billionaire, Gina scuttles to dress up for him.

But when Russell Devlin, the patriarch of the house, offers her a contract for her sexual servitude, Gina must decide if she will sell her body to her new ‘Daddy’ – who can be a very stern and demanding master.

This 9800 word BDSM novelette is Volume 2 of the ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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Russell pats Alice’s rump, a gesture that strikes me as unusual. She is after all older than Max. “Off with you now. I want to have a look at Max’s girlfriend.”

Even the way he talks to her is unusual, as if she’s still a little girl. My anxiety intensifies.

“She’s nothing special, Dad,” Alice retorts as she reluctantly slides off his lap.

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, sweetheart. Come here, Gina, and let me have a look at you.”

“Go on.” Max prods me in the back.

I go around the large desk, which is cluttered with documents and bric-bracs, including a table photo of a little girl in pigtails whom I recognize as a childhood version of Alice. Surprise, surprise, she’s actually smiling in her photo – something I haven’t seen much evidence of since I arrived.

Russell is seated on his high-back leather chair, whose reclining back squeaks as he leans back to view me in all my party frock glory. He’s a giant of a man, with long limbs and a waist that resembles Max’s tapering one.

“Very, very pretty.” He holds out his large hands. “Come here, Gina.”

I’m not really sure what to do, but I do know that as a guest, I cannot rudely decline. But just gazing at this magnificent specimen of a man – a man in every sense – makes me go weak in my knees. More so than his sons, he gives off the impression of instant and absolute command. His eyes are crinkled at the edges with laugh lines and his skin is weathered. I suspect he is a man much used to being outdoors.

I take two tentative steps towards him. He reaches out and grasps my hand.
“Sit here, Gina.” He pats his lap, recently warmed by Alice.

Alice hisses with exasperation.

I place my buttocks on his lap. My hands tremble a little. I can smell his aftershave – a musky scent that sends shivers through my body. His skin is very warm through his shirt and pants, and I am very aware of his overwhelming maleness, and of his hand on my back as I snuggle closer to his torso in a bid to maintain my balance.

He adjusts my body orientation so that I’m sitting partially sideways, with my legs dangling off his right thigh. The armrest prevents me from totally being sideways. His hand on my back slides up and down my bodice, stopping just above my buttocks. My skirt is flouncy and very much in the way of more contact.

My pulse is fluttering at my throat. I swallow a hard lump.

Max clears his throat and remarks, “Gina has very nicely agreed to submit – ” he pauses at the significance of the word “ – to the whole family.”

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense)

Newly divorced Jean Mansfield can’t take her eyes off the intruder in her storm shelter. He’s amazingly gorgeous, and every inch of him is as naked as the raging elements outside. Just like her, he came to seek refuge from the tornadoes.

There are two catches. He doesn’t remember who he is and where he came from. And he possesses an unusual and surprising sexual ability that elevates him above all men.

So why is a mysterious government agency which is headed by a beautiful, redheaded woman after him? And why do they declare him psychologically damaged and extremely dangerous?

This is an Erotic/Romantic Suspense novella at 29,300 words.

Open Your Legs for My Family

THE BESTSELLING ‘INITIATION’ SERIES CONTINUES!

Shy freshman Gina Wesley is desperately in love with her new boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin. She’s both elated and scared when he takes her home to meet his super-rich family.

Max’s sister hates her on sight, but his strikingly handsome twin brothers think Gina has a lot to offer. They invite her to a beach barbecue that involves a whole lot of creative swimwear, public exhibition and juicy meat sausages of a different variety.

Has Gina bitten off more than she can chew?

This 12,300 word BDSM novelette is Volume 1 of the ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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He makes me face the mirror in the dresser. I’m naked, with just the loop end of the silken thread peeping from my pussy. My eyes are wide in my innocent-looking face and I realize how young I seem. My breasts are high in my chest. My nipples are large and red. My pussy is shaven clean and devoid of pubic hair bristles, the way Max likes it.

“You’re so beautiful, babe,” Max says, nuzzling my neck. His hands grope my tits. In the mirror, he’s a blond Adonis, more splendid than anything I have ever seen.

He helps me put on my beachwear. It’s a yellow sling bikini. The significance of that color is not lost on me. The sling is looped behind my neck, and the two slender ribbons of material are strung tightly down my torso, revealing three quarters of my areolas. My erect nipples strain prominently against the synthetic fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. My red areolas flower around their barely-there casings.

Further downward, the yellow ribbons taper to a narrow common point which shields only the bottom half of my clitoris. The top halves of my clit and pussy lips are bared in pretty much the way a chest cleavage is revealed. Behind, the ribbons gather in a string that buries itself snugly in between my jostling buttock cheeks. This is connected to a horizontal string that straddles my hips.

When the entire ensemble is complete, the crotch of Max’s jeans is tented. His hand fumbles at his zipper. With the Ben Wa balls squishing in my pussy juices and my own stark image in the mirror, I’m pretty stimulated myself.

“Oh Max, please fuck me,” I plead, leaning against the mirror,

He presses his mouth to mine. A long-drawn, intimate, tongue-filled kiss.

“Later,” he says in a throaty voice. He grabs my arm. “Come on. Let’s go down to the beach.”

I hesitate. “Wait. You mean you want me to go down to meet your family . . . wearing this?”

I had thought this outfit was for our private sexual play in the bedroom.

His expression is stoic, although the corners of his mouth threaten to curl. “Yes.”

“Won’t they be . . . shocked?” I can already picture the stoniness on Alice’s perfect features.

The blood is rushing to my cheeks.

“Of course they would. That’s exactly the effect we’re aiming for.”

His hand squeezes my right buttock. “Come on, Gina. It’ll be fun, I promise you. You’re going to love every minute of it.”

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

18-year-old Mika Jamison is in serious trouble. Her orphanage mistress has found out what she has done and throws her out into the streets. Mika goes to the only foster parents who will take her - deep in corn country where there is scarcely a soul around.

When a prison chain gang comes around to dig the trenches, the horny Mika hatches a devious plan - involving a sponge, a bucket and a hose - to get the able-bodied and very attractive men to fuck her. She has her eye especially on the towering Sully, a black prisoner with the largest cock she has ever seen.

But things take an unexpected turn - something even Mika can't predict.

This novelette (13,400 words) is Volume THREE of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.

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I guess I didn't know what I was getting into.

No, I mean I really didn't, and what ultimately happened thereafter is not what you think either.

We are in the barn. Like I said, I know the Cantwells are going to be away practically the whole day. Karen's psychiatrist apparently doesn't keep to his appointment times, and there's a long wait even if you get there before your appointment time. Sucks for Karen and Bert. Good for me.

This is the scenario.

The guards have decided that the prisoners are too dangerous to let loose, even when they are standing watch over them with cocked rifles. So there will be some compromises.

The whole barn atmosphere reeks of forbidden danger and tenseness, or maybe it's just the brittle iron smell of old farm machinery.

The barn has a high vaulted ceiling with plenty of loft space. There are no bales of hay, seeing as we have no livestock. The wooden floor is old and planked. There's a musty tarpaulin stacked away in a corner, and I drag this out and unroll it on the floor.

The prisoners all look as if parole and Thanksgiving and Christmas all bunched up into one has arrived early for them in a veritable goodie bag. They are all grinning from ear to ear as they shrug off their orange jumpsuits and tear off their briefs. Toned and scorching hot bodies are revealed one by one, and those who are already in their boxers strip those off as well.

Ten rock hard cocks of varying sizes all spring to attention.

I have my eye on several. Big Black's cock is a cannon. I swear it's the largest and longest cock I have ever laid eyes on. It rises from his tuft of black wiry hair like a monolith. Its smooth mushroom head is surprisingly circumcised. His shaft is as sweetly chocolate-colored as the rest of his powerfully muscled skin.

Oh my.

Albino's schlong is thinner, but it spans a good eight inches long. In fact, I haven't seen a cock amongst the bunch that I don't like.
My clothes are literally screaming to fall off me. I undress quickly, peeling off my wet blouse and skirt. As I busy myself, two of the guards put the wrist shackles back on the prisoners. That's the deal, you see. They get me, but only if they are nicely bound in irons. For my safety as much as the guards'.

I unhook my bra from behind and my breasts pop out in all their naked and lush glory. I swear I can see the drool spilling out of the men's mouths. I strip off my thong. There, I'm naked now but for my high heels, and these I will keep.

I wonder if someone will offer to cuff me. Since my stint in the jail cell, I've developed nightly fantasies of being handcuffed to the bars and taken from behind.

You can light the air with a match from the scorching gazes that my naked body has generated. The prisoners look hungry enough to run to me, club me over the head, caveman-style, and take me then and there.

But the guards have other plans.

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

When her gorgeous boyfriend invites Mika Jamison to a sex session in the woods, little does she know what awaits her.

Two police officers find her in a very compromising position in the car, involving the hood, the trunk and a gearbox. They haul her, naked, to the police station, where they subject her to a body search she will never forget.

Handcuffed and vulnerable, Mika is given a choice. Say “yes” to whatever mysterious things they will do to her, and they’ll drop all charges.

Will the scared but horny Mika take the bait?

This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Volume TWO of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.

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After we are fingerprinted, we are taken – still naked – to be photographed. Sam positions the camera to include my tits in their entirety. I can’t help but feel that something is amiss, and I’m being violated more than the usual person. It is only because I am so used to exhibitionism that I’m not kicking up a fuss.

They handcuff us again after the mug shots and lead us into a small interrogation room. A table with a couple of chairs makes up the only furniture. A box of latex gloves is placed suggestively in the middle of the table.

Officer Pat Granger pushes Jake down on the table, abdomen first, so that his butt juts out.

“You can’t do this,” Jake yells. “I have rights! You haven’t read me my rights.”

Pat replies smoothly, “You’re a drug mule and you have no rights in here where we’re concerned. You want your phone call? Who you’re gonna call? Your rich Daddy? How’s he gonna react when you tell him you’ve been hauled up for drug possession? You’re seeing five years in the slammer, at least.”

Jake’s blood drains out of his face.

I guess that’s why he didn’t protest too much when Pat straps on a pair of latex gloves and inserts two fingers rudely up his anus. Jake grunts as the fingers make a thorough sweep of his asshole. I know the last thing Jake wants is for his Dad to find out . . . and find out he definitely will. Jake’s college degree is already being threatened, but now he’s looking at the deep black hole of being completely cut out from his family.

I don’t know if Jake’s asshole has ever been violated before, but he grits his teeth and bears it like a man. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it though, but maybe that’s because Pat’s fingers are so forceful.

Then it’s my turn.

Officer Sam Hanson, who seems to have taken a shine to me, bends me over the table. He starts with my asshole first – two fingers in, as deep as they can go. He makes several thorough rotations. I close my eyes, guilty that I’m actually relishing the feel of having something in my ass again.

Then he pulls me up and makes me lie on the table, legs apart. All three officers close in, their attention rapt on my exposed pussy.

“Never seen something like that in all my life,” says Officer Albin.

I guess he’s referring to my elongated inner pussy lips.

I tense, waiting for the inevitable vaginal inspection. I am not disappointed. Sam peels open my pussy lips, all four of them, and holds them wide apart. My wrists have been cuffed behind my back and I’m now lying on my affixed arms. The other policemen crowd in for the view while Jake – standing across the table –looks on in despair.

“Fucking fantastic cunt,” says Pat.

“Wet as a leaky hose. See all that cum coming out of her twat?” Sam runs his gloved finger up and down my clit, stimulating my sensitive nerve fibers.

He shoves two fingers up my vulva. I gasp at the roughness of his invasion. The fingers are merciless, going up as far as they would go – exploring the oblong boxlike confines of my vagina. A spool of pleasure uncurls within me as they rub against my G-spot.

“There might be drugs up that snatch, ya never know. Looks deep enough,” Dan drawls. “What do you say to a little further probing?”

I’m apprehensive as to what this means. Sam spreads my legs farther apart. Grinning, he says to me, “Take a deep breath.”

I have been warned, I suppose. Sam shapes his gloved hand into a beak. Then he shoves his entire hand into my pussy.

Prince Miro's Final Confrontation

Having escaped from his captor’s palace, the strikingly handsome Prince Miro must now make his way to his father’s lands. But first, he must fulfill his promise to the wine merchant who has secreted him out . . . a promise that entails a strange and unusual sexual practice that is foreign to Miro’s sensibilities.

But all hell breaks loose as Miro is found and caught. Now Miro will be executed in a manner befitting an enemy of the state. Is he doomed to die tragically or will he find a way to survive?

This BDSM novelette (15,000 words) is the final book in ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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They haul me out into the sunshine, where a soft breeze cools my naked body and caresses the tendrils of my hair. The town square is not far from the inn. Soldiers and curious townsfolk pack the area, and the air is filled with chatter, birdsong and freshly baked bread.

A forbidding iron structure has already been erected in the middle of the square. Unlike the previous ones I had been tethered to, this one has a horizontal beam that is much lower, and two vertical beams that support it from the ground. A tortuous-looking iron circle forms the center of the horizontal beam.

My heart sinks.

They place my neck into this iron collar and fasten the clasps. The metal is cold against my skin, and tight – so that I am constantly able to feel the merciless circlet around every part of my flesh. It is not tight enough to choke me, however. My wrists are strapped by leather bonds to the vertical beams, as are my ankles.

My final position is one that requires me to stand with my legs apart. I am still unable to see Tia or Dio anywhere amongst the crowd.

Spirus notices me worriedly scanning the faces.

“No doubt you are wondering about the fates of your friends. All will be revealed shortly.”

“If you’re going to whip me, why don’t you just get it over with?” I snap.

“Whip you?” Spirus laughs. “Oh no. You don’t get off that easily. From what I saw last, you quite enjoyed your little public flagellation, especially when it’s done in the expert hands of a master such as I.”

I glower at him. What he says has truth, but I’m not going to admit it to someone as despicable as him.

Spirus continues, “No, no. What I will suggest to Queen Ariya when she gets here will be quite, quite different. And dangerous. I daresay you will not come out of it alive. The whole thing will be over before King Jai hears of it and even he won’t be able to save you by then.”

I can’t help but feel a frisson of fear run down my spine, no matter how much I braved myself for this. I’ve always told myself, as a soldier and commander of men, that I am prepared for death any time in battle.

But execution is something different. Execution is timed – you will know the exact moment of your death.

Why shouldn’t they execute me? My father is already rampaging at their doorstep, whether or not I am dead. Why not deal a blow to the old man that might finish him off once and for all?

“If you plan to kill me, at least let my friends go,” I say, gritting my teeth. “They had no part in this. I planned and carried out the whole thing. Tia was an unwilling participant. Dio was my hostage . . . I threatened to kill him if he so much as screamed.”

My chest is reverberating with the forceful thuds of my betraying heart. I can only hope Spirus will believe me. If anyone is to die, I should be the only one.

For answer, Spirus merely smiles. His hand dips down and seizes my strapped cock. It is semi-limp for now, but under Spirus’s ministrations, it becomes hard. His other hand pinches my right buttock – so painfully that I have to steel myself not to wince.

“You never could lie well, Prince Miro. Your friends have confessed to aiding and abetting you in their futile attempts to save your life. They will be dealt with in their own way – severely.”

I swallow. “But Dio is a prince! Your prince!”

“Indeed. I’ll leave it to his mother to handle him. But you are mine until her arrival. Mine to use in any which way I choose. I hope you have the stomach for what is about to happen to you.”

Prince Miro's Escape

The escape plan is in its final stage. Shackled to the dungeon walls, the naked and vulnerable Prince Miro has to find a way to get to the wine cellars by nightfall. To do this, he embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, the handsome brother of his enemy, King Jai.

Miro must now use his beautiful face and considerable charms to tempt Dio into letting him escape. But in doing so, he must physically and emotionally wound the innocent Dio, who has fallen in love with him.

Can he do it?

This BDSM novelette (11,400 words) is Book Five of 'The Royal Captive' series.

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"But I am in love with you," Dio insists, his eyes shining as he gets onto the bed beside my bound body. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I have thought of no one else. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking of you."

I desperately want to tell him what I have told Tia - that to love me is great folly. I will only hurt you or betray your trust.

But I don't.

I don't because there's more here at stake that the fragile heart of this trembling youth, who is now laying a gentle hand on my chest and stroking the muscles there.

So I swallow the hard lump in my throat, and say, "Thank you for telling me. I don't know if I can prove myself to be worthy of your love. I am now but a lowly slave."

"No," he says in anguish, "you are not a lowly slave to me. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are like a god come down from the heavens."

His fingers move to caress my right nipple.

"You are like the best friend I can only long to have," he adds. "I desire you more than anything. It hurts me how much I desire you."

My abdomen caves in as I suck in a deep breath.

I say hoarsely, "Then touch me. Touch my cock."

Dio's hand shakes as it moves down to grasp my shaft. His mouth half opens as he palms the rigid flesh, and fingers the light blue vein that snakes down its top. His thumb and index finger circles the thin ridge of flesh around my penile head.

"It's so beautiful," he whispers.

He bends his head down to kiss the tip. Tentacles of sensuous pleasure creeps from my groin into my belly.

"Take it in your mouth," I say.

He kisses my glans again, and then takes my head into his soft, warm mouth. The sensations immediately assail me, and I grip the taut rope of my bonds as Dio applies his cheek pressure to my cock. His tongue is oh-so-gentle, like a butterfly's wings as it delves into the formations of my flesh. My breathing quickens as I let out a soft moan - which is not completely a pretense.

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Shy freshman Gina Wesley wants desperately to get into the greatest club her college has ever known. Standing in her way is the gorgeous Max Devlin.

She will now be subjected to five different levels of initiation . . . involving metal clamps, mysterious bondage contraptions, huge dildos, exhibitionism, and more rock hard cocks than she has ever experienced.

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OPEN YOUR LEGS FOR ME (Amazon US Top 2 Erotica, Amazon US Top 40 Romance, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebook Bestseller)
BLINDFOLDED AND SPREAD-EAGLED (Amazon US Top 20 Erotica, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebook Bestseller)
THIGHS WIDE APART (Amazon US Top 15 Erotica, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebook Bestseller)
TEACHER, PLEASE SPREAD MY PUSSY (Amazon US Top 15 Erotica, Bookstrand Top 75 Bestseller)
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Prince Miro's Punishment

For some reason, this book is still only on PRE-ORDER on Bookstrand. This means they might find the image objectionable. Sigh, this is my second book in a row where retailers have found something wrong with either the description or image.


WARNING: Contains bondage, submission and domination themes that may be offensive to some.

The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, the staggeringly handsome Miro is stripped, bound and exhibited throughout his enemy’s capital. He is brought to Jai’s mother, the beauteous Queen Ariya, who introduces Miro’s long, hard cock and tight asshole to further sinful delights.

But Jai’s quiet brother lurks in the shadows, watching Miro from wounded eyes. What role will Miro play in his enemy’s strange family?


This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Book Four of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.

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The Queen gets up from her throne. She waves a diffident hand. “He will not be out of my sight, I assure you, good general. Does King Jai prohibit the sharing of his new plaything with his mother?”

The general smiles as he glances at me. “I’m sure His Majesty would not deny his own mother her little pleasures, my Queen.”

“Excellent.” The Queen descends onto the floor where I am set upon in my bonds. She studies the beams that are used to support me, as well as the little U-shaped stick holding my cock upright.

Her lily white hand darts out to stroke my shaft and penile head.

“Lovely, simply lovely,” she breathes. “I honestly don’t think I have seen anything so spectacular in a long time.”

She toggles the slim rod inside my penis.

“How firm and long it is,” she gushes.

I’m not sure she’s referring to the rod or my cock. She caresses my balls and tugs at the weights holding them down, and then goes behind me to observe the way the axe handle spears my anus.

“What a beautiful pattern the lash marks make,” she murmurs, her fingers pressing against my newly made strokes.

I steal a glance at my back and buttocks. They are striped with red crisscrosses, but there is not an open wound in sight. Spirus has whipped me well without causing me injury.

The Queen returns to my front again. Lightly flicking my nipple weights back and forth, she says to me, smiling, “I’ll take good care of you in my son’s absence, little pet. Just as you’ll take good care of me.”

My breath stills. Up close, she is even more beautiful than I have been led to believe. Her skin is alabaster, and her eyes deep wells of blue.

She turns to the youth in the white cape and beckons. “Come, Dio.”

The young man hesitates.

“Don’t be a rabbit. Come see the young prince from the enemy camp. It could be you in this state if you’d been caught by that awful King Aeschylus, my son.”

I bridle. My father would never mete out such treatment to his royal prisoners. He may torture them physically in the dungeons, of course, but never would he sexually toy with them. At least, not to my knowledge.

Prince Dio reluctantly rises from his chair. He gathers his white cape around him and takes small steps down the dais where the throne is situated. He joins his mother meekly.

His mother grasps his hand and makes him touch my tumescent shaft, as though he is a child who must be taught to milk his first cow.

“Feel it. Close your hands around it,” she orders.

MY STEPSON IS A NAUGHTY STRIPPER

OK, a new one from me that straddles BDSM and erotic romance. This is the first novella I've opted in for Amazon Prime.

23-year-old blonde and beautiful Maxi Pryde is newly wed to Dan Foley, an insurance salesman almost twenty years her senior.

Enter Connor Foley, Dan's staggeringly handsome 21-year-old son. He secretly works as a stripper with 'extras' on the side. After an initially awkward relationship, Maxi can't help but fall for Connor's rippled six-pack and firmly muscled butt - despite her true affection for his father.

Connor, on the other hand, is determined to introduce Maxi to the joys of bondage, food play and deep anal sex. But Connor harbors another secret - a dangerous one that will have far-reaching repercussions for the increasingly guilty Maxi.


This is a BDSM novella with a heavy emphasis on bondage and insertion play at 23,500 words.

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With his magnificent cock bouncing up and down, Connor walks to the woman seated at the right upper end of the 'U'. Squealing, she inserts a fifty dollar bill into his leather pouch. He stands still as she grabs his cock and caresses his shaft. Goggle-eyed with desire, she rubs his penile head, until he pulls away, but not before bending his head down to give her a kiss on the lips.

He moves to the woman next to her. She tugs at the clamps around his nipples. She slips another fifty into his pouch and starts to pump his cock with one hand while the other massages his scrotum. Laughing lightly and saying, "You're going to make me come, ma'am', and we can't have that yet," Connor pulls away . . . with mild difficulty. The woman's eyes are glazed with obvious desire.

Connor repeats this by going down the line, so that his pouch continues to be filled to the brim, and his nipples, chest, cock, ass and balls have been probed, squeezed, prodded, tugged and (wo)manhandled every which way they can. Some of the women even try to go as far as inserting their fingers up his ass hole, but he laughingly squirms away from that.

He's two women away from me. He hasn't seen me yet, and I turn my head and flip my long blonde hair over the side of my face. Every rational instinct is telling me to leave now, and yet, I can no more uncurl my legs than get up to walk.

He notices me only when he's being fondled by the woman beside me. He freezes, as I expect. The woman eagerly presses her lips onto his tumescent cock before he can say anything.

Alicia barges in like a schoolmarm. "No, no, no, you can't do that here, ma'am. If you get lucky, you'll get to do it later."

I'm not even going to mull over what she means by that.

Connor doesn't seem to be physically affected by what my neighbor is trying to do to him. He pulls away, and she grabs his cock hard. He finally notices this and gently unclasps her fingers from his iron hard shaft.

"Maybe later, ma'am," he whispers as he bends down to kiss her. She seizes his lips hungrily and squeezes his balls as she responds to his proffered mouth by French kissing him.

With difficulty again, Connor pulls away.

He only has eyes for me as he moves towards me, his penis standing like a sentinel before my breasts. They seem to point straight at my cleavage, revealed like a hidden valley by my woolen blouse.

I'm the only one in the room, aside Alicia, who does not have a fifty waving in her hand. I'm transfixed by Connor's cock before me. He is so close to me that his legs are literally several inches away from my bent knees. His cock is enormous before me, literally begging to be grabbed, squeezed and kissed. I understand why those women didn't want to let him go now. His balls are virtually hairless, and the skin on them is smooth. I can smell the raw sex that he exudes - primal and wanton and ravenous.

I have never seen anything so splendid in all my life. My pussy is a veritable waterfall, and I can feel my fluids trickling down my thighs.

Prince Miro's Enslavement

The stunningly beautiful Prince Miro is conflicted. His captor, King Jai, has become extremely enamored of him. His best friend – fellow sex slave Tia, who is in love with him – wants him to escape.

When his father negotiates a prisoner exchange, Prince Miro is made to go through several challenges. He must simultaneously best ten men by sword, and then put on a sexual exhibition for revelers in a pavilion of earthly delights.

But Prince Miro plans to assassinate King Jai. When the hour is ripe, will he do it?

This BDSM novelette (11,200 words) is Book Three of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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The party continues below the dais. More guests approach the throne to offer trinkets. The mound of treasures and glittering objects before the dais turns into a small hillock. Laughter tinkles everywhere.

Some of the guests grab the semi-naked slaves to fondle their breasts and genitals. The aroma of roasting meat wafts around the billowing curtains and silken sheets. A minstrel plays merry music, and several nude dancing girls frolic in the middle of the floor.

I spy Tia being groped by a red-cheeked guest, who probably has had too much to drink. I bridle with anger. The guest inserts two of his fingers into her exposed vagina, and she tries to fend him off while holding on to a decanter of wine.

Spirus observes me from the other side of the pavilion. He flashes me an evil grin.

King Jai’s voice is smoky with drink and desire as he says to me, “I wish to taste your lips around my cock.”

I am slightly alarmed, because there are guests everywhere, watching our every move. Does he wish to display my sexual slavery in front of so many people?

King Jai smiles as he lifts the front of his robe.

“Come,” he beckons.

Aware of Dimetryon and my father’s other bannermen watching me, I shift my position so that my head is poised at King Jai’s half-hidden cock. Its massive girth rears like a flagpole before my face, obscured from the crowd by my body.

I take it into my mouth. Or at least, I attempt to. It is so huge that I have to stretch my mouth to its maximal capacity to take it in. From my experience in the orgy with King Jai’s generals, I am now quite adept at sucking cock.

I slide the gargantuan cock in and out of my mouth. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as hot eyes rake my back and buttocks, with the beads smacking the carpeted floor of the dais as I rock my body back and forth. My own penis has not lost its tensile turgor.

What does it mean? That I am aroused by all this?

King Jai’s large hands clasp the back of my head, guiding my mouth to take in his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

“Faster,” he says.

I increase the rhythm of my bobbing head. My teeth graze his salty flesh. A soft moan of pleasure uncurls from King Jai’s throat as I continue to pump his cock with my wet mouth. Behind me, the party scales into a frenzy, with laughter and gaiety filling the erotically charged atmosphere.

Then, just as fast as he has pulled me towards him, he pushes my head away from his penis. I am bewildered and dazed, my lips dripping with his pre-cum.

Prince Miro's Submission

The strikingly beautiful Prince Miro has become a sex slave in his enemy's camp. He is publicly displayed and degraded. His lush, firm buttocks are beaten repeatedly with a riding crop.

But the night awaits him with further torments. Prince Miro must now pleasure six battle-hardened generals . . . who will use him in ways he has never imagined possible.

This is Book Two of 'The Royal Captive' series.


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Spirus makes a face at her. He produces a fat wooden rod from behind his back. It is attached to a tail made from real chestnut horsehair. Several leather straps trail from its base. I gaze at it in wonder.

Spirus turns me around. "Bend over."

With mounting dread, I obey. Spirus parts my buttock cheeks and feels for my asshole.

"No." Tia stays his hand. "He is hurt enough already. He needs to heal. If you must do it, he needs lubrication."

Gratefully, I observe Tia as she covers the rod with a generous coating of unguent.

Spirus forces my upper body down on the bed as he prizes my anus open. I close my eyes as the cold, sticky rod slides into my numbed rectum, filling it. It's not as large as King Jai's cock, thank goodness, but it is extremely solid and hard. If I try to move, I can feel its ramrod presence within me, causing me to straighten my pelvic region.

Spirus secures its leather straps around my hips and waist. The horsetail sprouts from between my buttocks in a lavish plume.

I am now a beast of burden. Embarrassment washes in tides from my cheeks to my chest. Surely he does not mean to make me walk amongst the soldiers like this?

But Spirus has not finished humiliating me.

Massaging my cock back and forth in front of the watchful Tia, he ensures that it is firmly tumescent. He then reveals a thin black leather strap with several metal hooks. He ties this around the base of my penis, restricting my circulation so that my shaft is further engorged.

Spirus proceeds to clasp more thin black straps around my shaft - four in succession - as though my cock is a skein of hair that must be braided. My raised cock is now studded with these straps. The final one encircles my bulging purple glans tightly.

"Beautiful," Spirus breathes, admiring his handiwork.

He proceeds to clamp my nipples with two metal clips that bite down hard on my quivering, sensitive flesh. The clips are attached to two thin metal chains. He fastens these to the hooks on the black strap around my penis base so that I can barely stand straight.

My nipples are pulling my cock up in a contest of tightness. Or maybe my cock is pulling my nipples down.

Spirus goes to the entrance of the tent and lifts a flap.

"Bring it in," he orders.

Two guards enter, carrying a medium-sized wooden stock - the kind used to display prisoners at a marketplace to make them objects of ridicule and scorn. The stock has three holes - a large one in the middle and two smaller ones at the sides. A foot long wooden appendage juts out from the thin side of the stock at the level of the central hole.

Releasing several clasps, the guards part the stock longitudinally.

"Stand straight and lift your arms," Spirus commands me.

Tia looks away.

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Shy freshman Gina Wesley has passed Level One of her initiation. Now gorgeous Max Devlin is passing her through the hoops . . . and clitoris clamps . . . of Level Two.

Gina must now play a guessing game with her mouth and other lovely holes . . . involving a blindfold, a salami and the three very huge and rock-hard cocks of Max’s friends.


This is Book Two of the Initiation series.


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“Who do we have here?” the black youth growls softly.

All three roam their eyes over my protuberant nipples and the lines of my tight skirt.

“A freshman in need of initiation.” Devlin grins, squeezing my right buttock underneath the slithery material of my skirt. “Her name is Gina but

I prefer to call her Gia. Gia, meet Thomas . . . ”

The goateed man nods, smiling lasciviously.

“ . . . Santos . . . and Grady.”

Thomas scoots into the far end of his berth while Santos and Grady continue to lounge on the other side, grinning.

“Surely you don’t need an invitation.” Thomas pats the empty seat beside him.

Devlin motions at me to sit. My pulse hammers my throat as I slide my buttocks across the hard seat. Devlin gets in after me. I’m hemmed in by Thomas on my right and Devlin on the other. The beads of my clit clamp clicks softly like miniature castanets.

“That’s not how you sit, freshman.” Devlin’s voice is suddenly hard.

He makes me raise my buttocks. Then he lifts the back of my skirt and makes me sit down again. This time, my entire ass and pussy are in contact with the torn and dirty seat. A particularly sharp edge of a peeling hole, sprouting old and yellowed foam, digs into the skin of my anus.

“Open your legs,” Devlin commands.

I hasten to obey. The grins on the faces of the youths spread wider. Thomas grabs my right thigh as it brushes against him.

“Put it right here, baby,” he whispers. He vaults my right leg across his lap so that it is hooked around his left knee. His hand rests on the soft underside of my right thigh.

“So smooth,” he murmurs, stroking my silky, milk-white skin, “so virginal.”

A shudder ripples through me.

Devlin repeats this with my left leg, so that I’m spread-eagled in the middle between them. The berth is placed a fair distance from the table, so that whatever wares I’m displaying can be clearly seen by Santos and Grady from across. The overhead lamp is yellow and stark. The light throws my mount into stark relief. My pussy – soaking in its own juices – is once again exposed . . . to three strangers this time, not just Devlin.