Dec 10, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. I decided to keep going on the scenes from the previous #SatSpanks and #WIPWednesday because it’s just too hot to leave you wanting more. Will Rapunzel give in?
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“Rapunzel, Rapunzel…” He nipped at her breast. “Say it or I’ll leave you high and dry. Well, high and very, very wet anyway.”
“I can’t.” The words were a whine, and he laughed softly as his tongue traced her skin, his hips starting to pick up a grinding rhythm that was more torment than pleasure.
“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make you come, princess?” It was exactly what she could have never said aloud and even though she cursed herself, hated her weakness, wished she could be noble and fierce like Judith – she nodded. A satisfied groan escaped his lips as he propped himself on an elbow to shove his boxers out of the way. She caught one glimpse of his hard shaft before she forced her eyes back towards the ceiling, not even fighting as he lined up and thrust hard.
Instantly, achingly full.
The gasp was half shame and half satisfaction, but he wasn’t waiting for a second invitation. He swung his hips back and slammed into her again, and again, and her hips met him every time. Low grunts of effort left his parted lips, but he nuzzled against her neck like a lover. His mouth tracing firebrands of kisses over her skin, damning her with each thrilling pulse of pleasure from between her thighs.
“Why?” she whispered, biting back the moans as he groaned above her.
“Just accept it, accept that this is what you were always meant for. This is what you’ve always needed.”
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This scene will continue on #WIP Wednesday so don’t miss it! What secrets has her captor been hiding? Will Rapunzel change her mind on this dark prince? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait until January to find out, won’t you, lovelies? We are SO CLOSE to this devious little anthology going live, and I hope you’re as ready as I am. In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Dec 7, 2016 | Bloghop
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This wicked little scene continues from the #SatSpanks post over here, and you’ll definitely want to read that to see how Rapunzel finally unmasks her captor. But, of course, there are consequences…
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“No more hiding,” she hissed at him, and his eyes danced over her face.
“That’s what you want? You want to see me?” Releasing her throat he pulled her away from the wall, grabbing her hips, and he almost stumbled as he walked them both towards the mattress. Dropping her onto it he followed and stayed between her thighs, miming a thrust. “You want this?”
“No! I’ve never –”
“Are you really going to try and lie to me right now?” His hand slipped between them, and an instant later he swept up her cleft. Soaking wet. Slick with the damning evidence of her twisted urges, and she cursed herself. Damaged, broken, wired wrong. Catching her legs he pushed her knees towards her chest and then spread her wide, sliding down until his shoulders held her open – and then he dragged his tongue through her wetness in a confident swipe.
Oh God.
The pure shock of it made her lift her hips. It had nothing to do with the tingling buzz at the base of her spine, or the way his thumbs dug into the tender flesh of her thighs to bare her completely for him. “Yes…” he groaned against her, the low vibration of his voice making her shiver, but all she could see was the tousle of dark hair atop his head as he started to devour her.
“Please, stop!” Rebecca begged, because no matter what her mind thought, she knew what her body was already thinking. Pleasure stormed through her like an invading army, pushing its way past her borders, starting a war inside that she was ill-equipped to win.
“So. Many. Lies.” Each word was punctuated by a deviously long trace of his tongue that ended with a torturous flick over her clit. Just as she opened her mouth to plead for him to stop, he focused in on that bundle of nerves, sending her into gasping moans that cleared the words from her mind.
When she tried to arch her back, to lift her hips against him, he simply pressed her flat with the strength in his arms, pinning her exactly where he wanted her.
Why had she ever thought she could win?
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We’re getting so close to the end of these little sneak peeks, and then the book will be live in January!! I know that I can’t wait, and I hope you’re salivating along with me.
NOTE: I do have some sad news, lovelies. While I’ve got some stellar snippets set up to post on Wednesdays for a few weeks, our wonderful #WIP Wednesday bloghop has come to an end. Melody Parks ran it like a fearless champion for a long time, and we are all grateful for the avenue she gave us to share our work. I’ll keep my posts going for a bit, because they’re all ready, but then we shall say farewell to #WIP Wednesdays. <3
Dec 3, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This snippet has Rapunzel and her captor clashing on almost even-footing, because he’s drunk in celebration that the blackmailing of her father is working – but then Rapunzel does something neither of them would have expected.
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In an instant he cupped her ass and lifted her from the floor, his hips splitting her legs until she had no choice but to wrap them around his waist. The tingling hum at the base of her spine ushered a surge of shame through her system. She was not enjoying this, didn’t want this, she was not –
“Tell me… if I touch you right now, will you be wet?” His voice was a low purr that amplified the sparkling heat inside her and she hated it, hated him, and hated most that it was true.
“Let go of me.”
“You’re wet. I know it. You always are for me.” The man leaned forward, brushing the mask across her shoulder as he nuzzled her neck. He took a deep breath against her skin, a groan escaping his lips as he pressed his hips forward, the growing hardness unmistakable. “I’m so glad you’re not empty, Rapunzel.”
For a moment her hands were still braced against his chest, trying uselessly to push him away, to ignore his words, but then a thought struck like lightning. Before the fear could stop her, she reached up and ripped the mask over his head in a single, fluid motion. Tawny brown eyes immediately went wide beneath sculpted dark brows. He had the features of an angel, too beautiful to be so evil. A seraph with high cheekbones, the faintest shadow of a beard covering his cheeks sloping towards lips that parted in shock. The mask hung at her side, gripped white-knuckle tight in shaking fingers, as his beautiful face contorted with rage.
He caught her by the throat, slamming her head back against the wall as he snarled. “What the fuck have you done?”
“No more hiding,” she hissed at him, and his eyes danced over her face.
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EEEEKK!!! I remember my heart racing as I wrote this scene, and I love it so much that it’s going to continue on #WIP Wednesday, so don’t miss it! In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Nov 30, 2016 | Bloghop
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This scene is actually continuing from the #SatSpanks post, so you might want to read that one first if you want to catch up, because Rapunzel’s captor is finally talking, and he has secrets that she wants to know.
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“Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel…” For a moment she couldn’t tell if he was quoting the witch or the prince, and when he twisted to look at her again the hunger in his eyes seemed to be a mix of both. “You don’t want to know what I know.”
“Don’t tell me what I want or don’t want, because trust me you don’t know.” Their gazes locked for a moment, and she didn’t budge, didn’t back down, even when he faced her and slid his palm up her leg to cup her mound.
“I think I know what you want more than you want to admit, and you have no idea what you’re asking for, princess.”
“Try me.”
He shook his head slowly, one finger dipping between her lips to tease the liquid heat that seemed to be a constant companion. “Did daddy dearest ever touch you, Rapunzel? Is that why he’s kept you with him in The Tower all these years?”
“No!” The recoil from his words was immediate, but when she struggled he just pushed inside her. Teasing her with torturously tender touches.
“Are you sure? Not once?” He shifted until he was looking down at her, his hand still buried between her thighs, a crook of his finger sending a tremor through her muscles. “He never snuck into your room to have a taste?”
“You’re sick!” She screamed at him, but he just rolled his eyes and pulled away from her, leaving the stoked heat at her core untended.
“And you’re blind, princess, but that’s why you’re chained to the floor while he walks free, isn’t it?” There was a poisonous edge to his tone as he stared at her. Her lips parted to respond, but her mind froze. It was something in his eyes, those tawny pools filled with some kind of knowledge, and for a flash there was no anger – just pity.
For himself? For her?
He broke their gaze then, facing the wall he’d pinned her against before. The memories were bitter fire, twisting and winding their way through her. Urging her to fight, to scream, to demand he answer her. But then, without another word, he stood and walked to the door. Leaving before she could rally her thoughts enough to respond.
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Curious? I know I was interested while I was writing it, because I’m a total pantser and sometimes these characters just have a mind of their own. What secret is her masked captor keeping? What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies?
NOTE: I do have some sad news, lovelies. While I’ve got some stellar snippets set up to post on Wednesdays for a few weeks, our wonderful #WIP Wednesday bloghop has come to an end. Melody Parks ran it like a fearless champion for a long time, and we are all grateful for the avenue she gave us to share our work. I’ll keep my posts going for a bit, because they’re all ready, but then we shall say farewell to #WIP Wednesdays. <3
Nov 26, 2016 | Bloghop |
It sounds like your Rapunzel story is a modern and erotic twist on the classic fairy tale. The protagonist, Rebecca Sinclair, wants to be known for more than just her long blonde hair, which is a common characteristic of the original Rapunzel story. It suggests that the character’s hair may play a significant role in the story and could be styled after knowing about curling iron vs hot rollers and which is the best that suits the script’s description. It’s a creative take on a well-known tale and I’m excited to read it when it comes out in January 2017.
In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene he’s chained her down on the floor, and graciously provided her a mattress to lay on, and she’s not quite sure what’s going to happen next…
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“You know, Rapunzel, daddy’s nickname for you actually fits very well. Your hair… so long, so blonde. No one has hair like this anymore.” His voice was a rumbling murmur as he talked over her, twirling a section of her hair around one finger, white gold against his tan skin. “Do you keep it long for him? Does it make him happy?”
Rebecca dropped her head back and clenched her eyes tight, refusing to answer. Why was he even talking to her like he thought she was a person? He’d made it more than clear what he thought of her. Nothing more than a tool to use as he pleased.
Despite her silence, he continued in that strangely calm monotone. “It’s long. Must have taken a long time to get it down to your hips like that.”
“Why the fuck do you care?” she snapped.
He spanked her inner thigh, the fiery shock making her hips lift involuntarily. “You will speak respectfully or you will be gagged. Understand?”
When she stayed silent he pinched the delicate skin again and twisted, sharpening the pain to a pinpoint of lightning. Her yelp made her gasp before she clenched her teeth tight. “Fine! Yes!”
“Good girl.” The man smoothed his hand over the sore spot, petting her like she was an animal, and she hated that some level of her found it soothing. “So, have you ever cut it?”
“Of course I have.” Rebecca forced the words through gritted teeth, and he tilted his head as he started to trace his fingers up to her lower belly, down across her waist, and then over her hip to return to her thigh.
“Just the ends, or -”
“I had a few inches cut off last year, my hair just grows fast. Okay?” With a jerk at the cuffs she muttered curses under her breath. The dull ache in her wrists reminded her that she wasn’t healed, and that this momentarily calm behavior was nothing more than a fleeting respite.
“Like Rapunzel,” he mused.
“Yes.”
“And you’re a natural blonde.” His fingers stroked up until he brushed the trim curls at the apex of her thighs, and she pulled hard at the cuffs binding her ankles in an effort to close her legs.
“Yes,” she hissed, digging her nails into her palms.
“Like Rapunzel.” There was a dreamy quality to his voice, something strange inside it that belied the anger she’d normally heard from him.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Rebecca swallowed hard when he raised his eyes to her, the only expressive part he allowed with the rest of his features covered in that thin cloth.
“Because he calls you that.”
“My father?”
“Yes, that asshole.” His hand stilled on her skin, ceasing the endless circles he’d been making.
“Why do you hate him, us, so much?”
A low chuckle left his lips and he lifted his touch from her completely, giving her his back as he turned away. “You have no idea.”
“What? Tell me what I don’t know.” She rattled the chains at her hands and feet. “It’s not like I can do anything, so why not just tell me what the hell we’ve done to deserve this before you decide to torture me again?”
“Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel…” For a moment she couldn’t tell if he was quoting the witch or the prince, and when he twisted to look at her again the hunger in his eyes seemed to be a mix of both. “You don’t want to know what I know.”
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Curious? I hope you are! This scene will continue on #WIP Wednesday so don’t miss it! What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Nov 23, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene he has her trapped in a pitch black room, and she tried to run, but he caught her.
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In a moment she was pinned between his hard body and the wall, and she screamed again, desperate to break away, but he ignored her struggles. “Do you like running from me, princess?” He nudged her hair out of the way as his lips ran down her neck. “Do you like it when I catch you? Is that why you shouted at me earlier?”
“No,” she whined and tried to break his grip, but he tightened his hold until the fine bones of her wrists creaked and he pulled them high above her head.
“Oh, I think you do like it.” He adjusted until both her hands were captured in one of his, and the chain dropped loudly to the floor beside her. His touch was like a live wire over her skin, making her muscles jump as he traced a path down her neck, over the swell of her breast, and down her waist. “Does it make you wet knowing I can do anything I want with you right now?”
“NO!” She shouted at him, but he growled and forced a knee between her thighs, spreading her until he could press her legs wide.
“Really, princess? Let’s see.” He swiped at her pussy, dragging damning moisture towards her clit just before he shoved two fingers inside her roughly. Struggling, she screamed through clenched teeth because she was wet. She knew it before he even started to laugh, his breath brushing over her cheek. “Desperate little whore, I know you better than you know yourself.”
You are a whore.
You should be terrified, not turned on.
There’s something broken in you, damaged, fucked up. Her own mind turned against her, a vicious little voice that was worse than the steady, sharp thrusts of his fingers.
Her pussy ached when he finally slid his fingers from her and then caught her chin, tracing her juices blindly over her lips. “Open up.”
With a violent twist Rebecca tried to break free, but his hips pinned her back to the wall as he dug his nails into the skin of her wrist. The hard press of his cock behind his pants was impossible to ignore and she whined, hating him, hating her body for betraying her like this.
He slapped her, the sting making her gasp before she clamped her jaw shut as he grabbed her chin again. “I said open up, slut. I want you to taste just how wet you are.”
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Unf. He’s just delightfully evil. I promised you a twisted fairy tale, didn’t I? ^_^ Well, if you’re curious what happens next, I accidentally used these scenes out of order and the next piece went live last Saturday (over here). Until the next snippet, check out these other authors below!
