Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a snippet from SHARED, my hot menage a trois story that has just been re-released with a sexy new cover! Grab it now at just 99c/99p!
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Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.
She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.
She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.
I squirmed as the need to feel him kissing me there became overwhelming. I jerked my shoulders and the headboard rattled.
He let out a small chuckle. “Okay, you asked for it.” He moved down my body. I was very near the edge of the bed and as he settled between my legs, my left foot landed on the floor with a soft bang.
“Good girl,” he said. “Nice and wide.” He pushed at my right leg so I was completely open. My bare pussy, I knew, would be shining with my lust for him, I could feel how wet I was, I could smell how turned-on I was.
As I waited for the first touch, I arched my back, my stomach tensed and my breasts jiggled. And then very gently he blew on me. I moaned, a deep gurgling sound that came right up from my throat. “Quinn,” I groaned. “Please...” I needed so much more.
And then the taut tip of his tongue was at the tight hole of my entrance. He circled and dipped, then worked his way up through all my folds until he reached my clit. He pressed his flattened tongue against my nub and I whimpered with delight at the delicious pressure.
He began to swirl around, lapping at my juices. His chin, his nose, his lips were all on me. I pressed my face into my inner arm and tugged at my bottom lip. This was the first time Quinn had loved me with his mouth, it felt amazing but I was twitching for him to up the pace and treat me to an orgasm.
His fingers joined in, he separated my folds and gently pushed back the hood of my clit. He spread my moisture around as his tongue circled and then I felt him penetrate me, first with one and then two long, beautiful fingers.
I clasped him with my internal muscles. The soft pads of his fingers went straight to my G-spot with devastating accuracy. He built up a strong, steady pressure against the walls of my vagina. The glorious sensation spread around my pelvis and up to my chest. I groaned and, longing to put my hands on his head, rattled at my cuffs. His treatment of my special, internal place was so good, so exquisite.
“Ah, don’t stop,” I begged, thrashing my head as his tongue thrashed my clit. “Quinn, it’s so near.”
He stopped. I couldn’t believe it. He pulled out his fingers and lifted his tongue. “Turn over,” he said in a deep, stern voice. “Get your pretty little ass in the air for me.”
I jerked my hips searching for his face and yanked at my cuffs, furious. I’d been ready to come, just about to explode, and it would have been delicious, my G-spot was in perfect tune with my clit, it would have been double the pleasure, double the intensity. “No,” I wailed like an aggrieved child. “Quinn, I was just about to, that’s cruel. Please.”
“Turn the hell over.” He scooped me up and I yelped in surprise. The next thing I knew my wrists had crossed as my belly hit the mattress. My forehead sank into the pillow as he dragged me onto my knees. Again one leg, my right this time, slipped to the floor so I was half on, half off the bed with my behind in the air. “Do as I say, Ariane, remember this is me in charge and every time you don’t do as I say I will spank you all the harder.”
I pushed to my elbows. The word spank had been used, again. My clit quivered, the exposed flesh on my behind tingled. Every time Quinn just uttered the word spank I got a thrill in a new, uncharted part of my being.
I heard a rustle in the box as Quinn swept one hand over the orbs of my buttocks. “I love your ass,” he said in a tender voice. “So pale and creamy, so round and soft.”
“And here was me thinking you were a tit man,” I said, with a healthy portion of irritation.
“With you I’m both,” he said.
And then it hit down. A whack from something hard and solid landed on my right butt cheek. I jerked forward and cried out, surprised by the sheer force. There was nothing gentle about the way Quinn had hit me, he’d put pure male strength behind it.
Suddenly my whole buttock was ablaze, as though it had been pierced by a thousand needles, even the air in the room felt hot against it. Then he stroked over the seared skin and soothing noises escaped his lips. “So pretty,” he said. “You’re flushing pink already, I can’t wait to see you red, red and hot.”
I let out a quiet moan. The pain was starting to ease.
Another blow hit down. On my left buttock this time. I bit my lip, tears sprang in my eyes. But this time the pain, the burn, radiated outward and settled its intensity in my pussy. It was as though the heat, all those needles, were darting pleasure and stimulation to where I needed it most.
I found myself squirming, wanting more. I groaned. Bemused at the conflict between my physical and sensual being.
“You need to say anything?” Quinn asked from behind me. “You need to use any words, Ariane?”
“No, no,” I said, shaking my head against the pillow.
He slid his fingers down the crack of my butt cheeks and over my anus. I felt so hot, so wet, so supersensitive. He found my pussy and pushed in two fingers and began to fret at my G-spot again.
I moaned and arched to his touch even as I was thinking I wouldn’t survive this. It was so concentrated, so intense.
Another slap rained down. It definitely felt like wood hitting me, something round, like a table tennis paddle perhaps.
And then the blows poured down fast and steady, alternating cheeks as Quinn’s wicked fingers pumped inside me. I was getting ready to climax, how could a spanking be bringing me so close to tumbling over the edge? My clit was humming but it didn’t need attention, I was going to come anyway.
I could hear Quinn’s breaths harsh and ragged behind me. Each time a blow hit I could sense the change in air pressure just before the connection. “So red now,” he said hoarsely. “You’re so red, Ariane, not much more, not much more, come for me now, come.”
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