First, I want to thank everyone that’s reviewed the last anthology with “The Invitation”, or commented on my story Striking a Balance that is wrapping up on literotica, everyone that has talked with me on Facebook and Twitter, and everyone who has sent me emails! It’s still a bit unreal to me that anyone likes this crazy stuff that I’ve had in my head all of these years. Finally putting it down on paper, and beyond all hope having people enjoy it? There aren’t words for how grateful I am for each and every one of you. You are lovely!

Second, one of the main reasons I haven’t been flooding this blog with posts is because we have another anthology coming! This coincided with the wrapping of Striking a Balance, and has meant I’ve been writing like a crazy person late into the evenings. THE BEST PART OF THE WRITING LATELY? This upcoming anthology is dark. Ohhhhh, yes, my lovelies. It is dark.

Can you imagine the little dance I did when the group selected it as the theme? I’ve had the privilege of reading a few of the stories coming out with this anthology in February, and I will say I am in fantastic company on the dark side.

I had meant to post up a little teaser of my story “The Rite” which will appear in February’s anthology before now, but I am terrible and I am just now getting around to it. Without further ado, let’s meet Heather, and see what happens she knocks on Rick’s door in the middle of the night.

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“Hi.” He let the door fall open and leaned against the door frame. He was shirtless, and his tanned skin caught the light from the street. Hello, six pack. This was exactly what she needed. “What brings you here in the middle of the night?”

“I thought you might want company.” Heather was suddenly aware that her outfit wasn’t exactly what she would normally show up at Rick’s door in. A big coat over a plain top, jeans and boots. Her hair was probably a mess, and she’d been crying off and on for the last several hours. Rick’s laugh sent a buzz over her skin anyway.

“Your company? You know I’m always open to that.” His dark eyes were trailing down her and she wished it was spring so she could have at least been in a dress. “But I thought you couldn’t see me anymore.” Rick’s voice was lower, and her decision solidified in her brain.

“I need a distraction. Are you going to invite me in?” She matched his cocky tone and was rewarded with another low chuckle as he backed away from the door and waved an arm towards the dark interior.

“You seem to be feeling a little bossy to be standing at my door, Heather.” He shut it behind her and a thrill ran down her spine.

“Maybe you should punish me then.” She dropped her messenger bag on the table by his door and started to pull off her coat and scarf. Rick just crossed his arms to watch.

“Is that what you want, pretty girl? You came here to be punished?” He was waking up fast. Nothing like a willing woman delivering herself to your doorstep to smooth over a late night wake-up call.

“I came here to be distracted. Think you could help me out?” Heather just dropped the coat and scarf on the floor and was about to kick off her boots when Rick leaned forward to grab her shoulders lightly.

“You already said that. Tell me what you’re distracting yourself from. Is it another guy?” Rick’s eyebrow ticked up and she fought the urge to roll her eyes at the irony of his jealousy. He really didn’t want to be in Mr. Yet-To-Be-Named’s shoes.

“Kind of. I have something to do in a couple of days, and I’m not going to be the same after. I just want a dose of normalcy before then.” Heather reached for his flannel pajama pants, tugging at the waist before he grabbed her hands to stop her.

“You came to me for normalcy?” He laughed, “What on earth do you have planned with this other guy?”

“Do you want to talk, or do you want to go to your room?” Heather pulled her hands back from his and tore her top off over her head. His eyes dropped to her bra and the groan that slipped out of him was answer enough.

“You want to play, pretty girl?” Rick’s thumbs traced the waist of her jeans until they found the button and he popped it open, lowering the zipper.

“Yes, sir.” Just fucking distract me already. Heather matched his hands and in moments she’d kicked her boots off, and he’d yanked her jeans down. She tugged at his pajamas until they slid off his hips and pooled on the floor. Then his mouth was on hers and it was good. His lips were warm, the scrape of his stubble against her face was a welcome texture. Real, and male, and safe. She’d known calling him ‘sir’ would kick the night off. Rick was perfectly uncomplicated. He’d never wanted something serious, hadn’t freaked out when she’d told him she was done, and wasn’t holding it over her head for showing up again two months later. His hands were behind her thighs as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Heather pushed her hands into his hair, holding on to the kiss, pouring herself into every distraction his firm body against hers could provide.

“Remember your safe word, Heather?” Rick pressed her against the wall of his bedroom, his hands finally free to run down her sides and back up to unhook her bra and toss it somewhere.

“Are you still using yellow and red?” Her voice was breathy as his lips traced across her collarbone, his hands cupping and molding her breasts against his palms.

“Yes. Good girl for remembering.” Rick’s hands came up to hold her face, his mouth a mischievous grin. “Are you sure you want to be here?” Why was he such a good guy? She didn’t deserve him. She didn’t deserve his concern. But she was going to take advantage of his willingness anyway. His cock was hard against the core of her, the thin fabric of her panties the last infuriating barrier between them.

“Yes, Rick, sir, I’m sure.” To make her point she rolled her hips against him and their mutual moans finally sealed the deal. He slid her down his front and kissed her again, pressing her back hard against the wall until she felt every inch of him.

“Get on the bed. Face down. And take off the underwear unless you want me cutting them off you.” Rick was smiling as he said it, but his voice was pure Dominant.

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Want more? Want to find out what Heather has to do?

You’ll have to wait for the anthology! *cackles* I know, I’m evil. Stay tuned for more updates, and more snippets. I just agreed to be a part of  the Taboo Tuesday bloghop, and who knows what twisted little snippets you might catch every Tuesday!