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.

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.

Definitely not for the fainthearted!


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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)
THE FINAL INITIATION (Amazon US Top 35 Erotica)


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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 CAPTURE

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

Prince Miro is stripped, cruelly bound, and publicly humiliated in ways he would never have imagined. But what mysterious ‘decorations’ and fate does the King have in store for the prince’s hard cock, firm balls and tight, virginal passages?

This is Book One of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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“Come,” he says, tugging me away by my cock. It is like a new toy he cannot bear to part with.

He leads me to a clearing between the tents. A wooden structure has been erected there, consisting of two vertical beams struck into the ground and a horizontal one connecting their tops. Ropes trail from the opposing ends of the horizontal beam.

Spirus and two other soldiers seize me and drag me to the structure. I gaze at the ropes in dismay as they bind my wrists to them. The soldiers haul the ropes higher so that I’m hanging from my straining arms, and my bare feet are hoisted above the ground. My abdomen contorts as they grab my legs and similarly tie my ankles to the opposing vertical beams. My body is viciously pulled into a taut ‘X’, with my only weight support coming from my bruised and chafed wrists.

Soldiers around us laugh and point at my dangling genitals. I’m beyond caring now. I rest my tired head against the bulging muscles of my right biceps. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see several boys setting up a palatial dais in front of me, and covering it with a tasseled woven carpet that must have hailed from the lands of Araby. They place a broad chair on top of the dais and scatter luxurious cushions upon its seat. A few semi-nude slave girls set a low table before the dais. Silver plates of sweetmeats and goblets of wine are laid upon the table.

Spirus twiddles my cock. In my tethered position, my genitals are at the level of his chest.

“Still limp,” he says with a frown. “King Jai would not like this.”
I’m not surprised. I’m exhausted and my body is wracked with little pains.
My survival is paramount. Sex is the last thing on my mind.

“Maybe he needs some help from your hand, Spirus,” says another soldier with a grin.

Spirus begins to massage my cock. His rough palm squeezes and slides down my shaft and head with hard, rapid strokes. I draw in a sharp breath as blood begins to fill my cock.

The soldiers laugh as Spirus continues to pump my penis with the alacrity of an ironmonger stoking a bellows. Finally, my cock stands erect in all its tumescent glory.

“Beautiful,” Spirus breathes, slapping it so that it bounces several times.

“How long do you reckon it is?” asks a soldier.

An industrious boy servant comes up with a measuring instrument. Spirus holds it against my cock.

“Easily a foot long,” he declares proudly, as though he has grown it himself. “Lovely and thick.”

“Then bind it quickly before it deflates.”

Spirus produces a thin leather strap and circles the base of my cock with it, squeezing it so that my shaft becomes further engorged. He wraps the rest of the strap around my testicles. My genitals are now very prominent, bulging from my groin like swollen fruits.

TEACHER, PLEASE SPREAD MY PUSSY

Shy freshman Gina Wesley crashes Dean Whitehouse's biology class with a schoolgirl outfit and a plea: "Please 'initiate' me, teacher."

But the handsome Dean Whitehouse is deliciously cruel, and he shows Gina exactly what he would do to her . . . involving a long pointer, a dangling metal ball, a birch cane, and the largest dildo Gina has ever seen.

Now Gina must be the main exhibit of a mysterious class, attended by three of the dean's special students.

This is Book Four of the Initiation series.

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The desk is quite high, and so I have to clamber on a chair to vault myself onto its top.

"Squat facing me with your legs open and your hands squeezing your teats."

I obey. I'm nervous of my glistening pussy lips - and what he would perceive of me when he sees how wet I am. From a drawer, Dean Whitehouse removes a long contraption made from metal and tiny chains. It's shaped in a Y. All three of its ends flare into crocodile-like clamps.

"See these?" He demonstrates how tight the clamps are - like clothespins - by clicking them softly. I begin to tremble.

He places two clamps on both my protruding nipples. Unlike the ones that Devlin has clipped me with before, the blunted teeth on these ones bite down on my skin so that it actually hurts.

I whimper.

"Now, now, surely you're not a soft girl. You'll be able to take a little pain."

He moves the third crocodile clamp to my pussy. He regards my terrified face as, with his huge thumb and index finger, he seizes my moist clit.

"Please, sir, no!" I cry.

The clamp snares almost the entire flesh of my sensitive hood and nips down on it firmly. Tears of pain flood my eyes. A stinging sensation of deep, intimate pain immediately flares in my clitoris.

My trapped nipples and clit are now connected to one another by the Y filigree chain.

Dean Whitehouse grabs my chin. "Do not call me 'sir'. From now on, you'll refer to me as 'teacher', understand?"

He makes me nod. "Yes, teacher."

"Good. Now I want you to stand up on the table with your legs apart."

Uncurling my knees, I attempt to straighten myself. The chains of the clamps become taut, pulling my nipples downward and lifting my clit painfully.

"Now pinch both your earlobes with your fingers. I want you to pull yourself down by the ears into a squat. Then stand up again. Do this fifty times."

The tears are running down my cheeks. Fifty times! Surely he does not mean to humiliate me thus!

I seize my earlobes and pull myself down, bending my legs at the knees.

"Count," Dean Whitehouse commands me.

"One." As I descend into a squat, the tension of the clamps on my nipples and clit lessens. But when I raise myself again, the tautness returns, and my intimate parts are once again cruelly tugged together. My embarrassment is extreme.

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.

Open Your Legs For Me (Initiation Book One)

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.

But Max has an interesting ‘initiation’ method . . . involving metal clamps, a hard shaft, some mysterious nozzles, and the most creative double penetration Gina will ever scream to. That is . . . until she progresses to Level Two.


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He is standing very close to me, so close that if I take one step forward, I would slam against his chest. His arm muscles are magnificently contoured and his bronzed skin is silky smooth and tight. I wonder how he would look like oiled. I can smell the sweet scent of his aftershave, mingled with sweat. Goose bumps gather on the backs of my thighs.

He seizes my right wrist and holds it up. “Would you do everything I tell you to?”

“Yes, master.”

His grasp on my flesh is tight. I feel tears springing to my eyes.

“Good,” he says.

My knees are starting to buckle. He jerks his sculptured chin to the direction of the bidet.

“Now go over there and squat on the rim.”

He lets go of me as abruptly as he has seized me. I almost fall backward, but regain my balance in time. My thumping heart is in my throat. It would not do to appear graceless in front of Max Devlin.
I trot to the bidet, studying the bewildering array of taps and nozzles circling its perimeter and dotting the generous bowl. It is complex, I decide, more torture instrument than sanitary device. The rim is fairly wide with the seat down; through it would be precarious to balance upon it on my heels.

Devlin rasps, “What are you waiting for, freshman?”

Warmth floods my cheeks as I climb onto the bidet. It is easier to sit upon it first, my bare buttocks circling its oval aperture, and then to gingerly hoist my slipper-shod feet onto its broad seat. I’m terrified of appearing clumsy. Devlin never takes his eyes off my crotch, revealed now and then – I’m sure – by the betraying hem of my short, short dress. A flush suffuses my breasts and spreads all the way down to my belly.

I finally face him – eyes downcast and cheeks aflame – in my squatting position. My legs are wide apart. My dress has ridden up my thighs to reveal the shaven area between them. My wet pussy lips are finally exposed to Devlin’s hot gaze. My slender nub throbs and quivers in cool air of the bathroom. The moist hole of my vulva gapes above the deep basin of the bidet, and just behind it, separated by only a thin sliver of flesh, my anus puckers wide open.