Saturday 5 March 2016

Our Night of Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS131 - Switching Up - Alpha Fever #bdsm #Brat

For our night of sexy, I'm posting seven paragraphs from my upcoming contribution to the Alpha Fever box set. If you haven't checked it out yet, don't miss out! This is a scorching set of 22 stories for a mere $0.99!

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Here's the start of Patty's sexy night with the strange, new Dom, Brent.

Patty rang the bell and waited. She tapped her foot when Brent didn’t open the door right away. Her impatience melted when he opened the door. He was naked and holding a forked goad in one hand.
“Get in here,” he ordered, his voice rough. “And get those clothes off.” He brought the prod close to her cheek. “Or I’ll cut them off.”
Her breath caught, waiting for the purple lightning to arc and touch her skin. While she hesitated, heat built in her middle and started to spread down into her thighs.
“Cutting it is,” he said, reaching for the chain around his neck and tugging. The pendent flipped open to reveal a blade.
Patty gasped, dampness filling her panties. The bag she carried slipped from her shoulder to the floor. “No, no sir, I can undress.” He closed the door as she did. Shedding coat and outerwear, her breasts burned as the fabric rubbed over her pert nipples. She stood in undies, goosebumps popping out over her body.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked, gesturing to her panties and bra. His expression was hard, probing.
The inner brat instinctively pushed against the assumption of control. She was about to say something when the goad touched her breast just above the bra’s cup.