I have such good news, I am in the full swing of authorland. I am finally done with my story for Black Light: Celebrity Roulette and it am deep in edits of the other stories in the anthology. It releases on Feb 7 and I am super excited for everyone to read it because I am really happy with it so far.
For now though, I couldn’t let the day pass without bringing you an excerpt of the new release by my Nighthawk, Sara Fields. Take a peek at the finale of the Vakarran series which is STILL burning up the Amazon charts!
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They hunted her. They caught her. Now they will subdue her.
The resistance sent them, but that’s not really why these four battle-hardened Vakarrans are here.
They came for me. To conquer me. To master me. To ravage me. To strip me bare, punish me for the slightest hint of defiance, and use my quivering virgin body in ways far beyond anything in even the very darkest of my dreams, until I’ve been utterly, completely, and shamefully subdued.
I vow never to beg for mercy, but I can’t help wondering how long it will be until I beg for more.
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“Bare yourself for me, now,” Zane said softly, the command in his voice ringing deep in my bones. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed softly, allowing my hands to drift down. I opened them again and gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up. Zane was there with me, helping to guide the fabric over my head. He didn’t rush me, only calmly assisted as I stripped before him.
He gently pulled off my boots and then my socks, leaving me standing on the soft mossy underbrush beneath my feet. Next, we took off my pants together. Standing in only my bra and panties, I shivered. I saw a look of appreciation cross his features. He wanted me too.
His thumb drifted across my skin then.
“Your skin is so pale and beautiful. I bet it’ll bear the mark of my lash beautifully,” he mused and the dark seduction in his voice left me breathless with need.
I reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, and my breasts felt heavy as I pulled it away from my body. Zane gripped the hem of my underwear and knelt before me, dragging them down my hips and revealing the last of my secrets to his view. His breath was warm against the wetness of my pussy and I breathed shakily in response.
“Zane, please,” I begged.
The tip of his tongue reached for my wet folds, dragging up across my clit. I squeaked with both surprise and pleasure, and he chuckled quietly at his conquest.
“Your cunt tastes the sweetest when you know you’re about to be punished, little human,” he said, and all the breath left my lungs in a single gasp. There was no fighting him then, I knew that. He could whip me, spank me, fuck me, I didn’t care, but I would do anything to feel that tongue between my legs once more. He met my gaze and I knew he knew it too.
He stood back up and I watched as he uncoiled some rope from his belt. He curled one loop around my wrist and tied it to a nearby tree. He did the same with the other. After I was stretched outward like I was mounted on a cross, he moved behind me and allowed his fingers to touch the vulnerable skin of my back. I sighed and then he dragged them down until he cupped my ass with them. Clutching my nervous cheeks, he dug his fingers into my flesh and I moaned softly, unsure if I should be feeling pleasure, pain, or even both.
When he released my ass, I sighed, with relief or disappointment, I didn’t know.
Behind me, I heard his belt jingle quietly and I tried to swallow my rising anxiety. I’d never felt the fire of a man’s belt before and as much as I wanted to escape right now, I wondered just how it might feel. If I might like it. I knew it would hurt, but my body was doing curious things in response. My nipples were harder than ever, begging to be touched. My legs rubbed against each other and I knew I was much wetter than before. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. My body wanted to feel the leather against my bare skin.
I should be ashamed. I shouldn’t be reacting like this.
But still, my pussy clenched with desire. Zane’s arm reached around my hip, reaching between my legs and I shook with pleasure. He cupped my pussy in his palm stroking one finger up and down my wet folds.
He chuckled softly, and I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping my lips. It took tremendous effort to draw in one breath after another. I tried to control the nervous anxiety and developing excitement in my body, but I was quickly losing it. Zane took his other hand and dragged it up my back. Gooseflesh erupted all over my skin and I sighed with delight, only for him to reach up behind my head. In a rush of movement, he gripped the hair at the base of my skull, pulling my head backwards.
I cried out at the sudden pain, but I did not protest. I knew begging for mercy would accomplish nothing. Zane was going to punish me, and he wouldn’t stop until he wanted to, until I learned my lesson and my entire body was good and sore. As much as I was afraid of what was about to happen, I couldn’t deny that I wanted it too. The hand cupping my pussy fell away from my skin.
A slapping sound echoed throughout the woods and at once, I realized that he smacked my pussy. Delicious pain consumed me for a long moment, but then, my pussy began to throb with pleasure. I breathed heavily, drawing in air as my desire began to grow.
“After I whip this naughty ass, I’m going to make sure to punish that wet little cunt of yours, good and hard,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched in excitement.
Zane’s hold on my hair fell away next and then, a piece of fabric drifted over my eyes. Deprived of my vision and swallowed up by darkness, my other senses grew stronger. I heard the crackle of leaves behind me, the sound of Zane’s bated breath, the sway of the trees in the wind and I found it hard to quell the rising desire in my body.
I heard many footsteps in the leaves and then, someone moved in front of me, but I couldn’t figure out who. All I knew was that Zane was no longer the only one taking part in my punishment. My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and my pussy clenched and I couldn’t deny that I wanted to know what was going to happen next. A pair of fingers reached out and caressed my nipple, before pinching it hard enough to make me cry out.
Another hand reached between my legs, exploring my rampant arousal and I shivered with my shame. I felt a smooth surface rub against my cheek and the scent of leather drifted to my nose. Trembling, I tried to pull in a breath but then, the fingers between my legs began to circle my throbbing clit.
“About to get the belt, and still, she’s as wet as ever,” Valdus said nonchalantly and my shame washed over me.
Another pair of fingers joined his, before they left my pussy and immediately thrust into my mouth.
“Taste how wet you are,” Zane mused. All four of them knew it. I felt humiliated, but also incredibly turned on.
Trying to be as obedient as I could, I swirled my tongue around his thick digits, tasting the sweetness of my arousal. I whimpered softly with my shame, before he dragged his fingers from my lips. Gently, he cuffed my cheek and I could feel my own wetness on my skin.
“She’s beautiful,” Caleb muttered under his breath and his voice was like a light in the darkness for me.
Next to me, Zane pressed his lips to my shoulder.
Devoid of sight, I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but when I heard something swish through the air, I stiffened. A fiery lash burst across my ass then and I cried out with surprise. If I had thought Tavik’s palm had been painful, it was nothing compared to Zane’s belt. The lash fell again as Zane began to fall into a steady rhythm. I twisted and turned in my bonds, but the belt met the curves of my ass, as well as my thighs each and every time.
I cried out. I begged, but nothing I could do stopped the leather’s assault.
It burned hot and with my sight taken away from me, it was the only thing I could focus on. Hands grasped at my breasts and my pussy, pinching me, teasing me and forcing me to feel pleasure even as the belt whipped against my skin. With the men touching me, it was hard to keep my body’s reactions at bay. The whip of the belt caused an initial burst of pain, but then, with the men’s touch and knowing how I’d lost complete control, pleasure soon followed. Fingers pinched at my wet folds, and I couldn’t stop them, bound as I was. They were going to give me pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
I had to take it. All of it.
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With all of the work on the next Black Light book, I am super excited to start bringing you excerpts of stories from Celebrity Roulette! Keep an eye on my blog because these are going to be never-before-shared excerpts and you are going to love them. Until then, grab Subdued and find out what happens in this amazing finale of the Vakarrans series.
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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.
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