Sasha's Anal Punishment- A Visit from Darling Adams ~ Casey McKay

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Sasha's Anal Punishment- A Visit from Darling Adams

12:00 AM bare bottom spanking, BDSM, Renee Rose, sex scenes 2 comments

I have Darling Adams on my blog today with an excerpt from her new book Loose Morals. Have you read it yet? It's super hot! Let's see what she has in store for us today, take it away Ms. Adams!

Thank you, Casey for having me today. I know we’re both in the fan camp for anal punishment, so I thought I’d send over the scene of Sasha’s harsh anal punishment. Charlie, the dominant vampire who had fallen in love with Sasha, just found out she is the same woman who betrayed him years ago. In this scene, they are finding their way back to each other through a heavy dose of dominance.

“You will be punished for that.”

She shivered, excitement and fear mingling in anticipation.

He rolled her to her belly. “Bring your knees up under yourself.”

She rose to her hands and knees.

“Did I say you could use your hands?”

His cold, imperial tone made butterflies flutter inside her. She lowered her head and torso back to the carpet, dropping her arms beside her.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open.”

She sucked in her breath, realizing his intention. Reluctantly, she reached back, taking one buttcheek in each hand and pulling them apart to expose her most private of places to him.

She heard a zipper and waited, tensed for his intrusion.

He rubbed the head of cock over her pussy and she relaxed, relieved. But as soon as he’d dipped inside her slick channel, he withdrew and pushed against her back entrance, using her juices as the only lubricant.

Her anus contracted. “You’re too big,” she whined. “It won’t fit.”

He wrapped an arm under her waist and moved her hips forward and began to spank her with sharp, swift slaps. She let go of her cheeks and squeaked, trying to catch herself with her arms. There was no need. Charlie held her easily suspended as he warmed every inch of her backside until her pussy dripped from his dominance and her ass flamed.

He dipped his fingers into her pussy and wiped them on her anus, working a digit into her hole before she’d realized what he meant to do.

She gasped, the sensation more pleasing than she believed it should be.

He lowered her torso. “On your forearms.”

She assumed the position and waited, a rivulet of sweat trickling down her breast.

He removed his finger and brought the head of his cock to her back hole once more. The pressure stretched her and she whimpered.

Charlie reached a hand around and flicked Sasha’s clit. “Open for me.”

Her obedience, even in the face of his coldness, cracked the armor he’d put up, his mistrust of her fading each time she humbled herself to him. Cruel though it was, he was testing her, using sex as punishment, his cock in her ass as dominance, his fangs in her vein as authority.

There she knelt, her ass in the air for him, reddened by his hand, her spirit fearful, but willing.

He circled her clit and she relaxed, arching toward him. He pressed his cock against her anus with more insistence, even when she drew a hissing breath.

“Open, Sasha,” he advised.

She held perfectly still and he continued his pressure forward, easing into her hot, tight tunnel. He gripped her hips and pulled them back, impaling his cock into her ass, then easing her back and repeating the slow movement.

Sasha moaned, a noise somewhere between protest and encouragement.

“Give me your wrist,” he commanded.

She looked over her shoulder, confused as she reached one wrist behind her, leaning on the three points of her shins and one forearm.

He gripped the wrist. “Now the other.”

Her eyes widened as she realized what he wanted. She had to rely on his hold on her captured wrist in order to lift her weight off the other arm. She leaned into it tentatively, lifting her arm reaching it back with a look of slight panic. He held both wrists in one hand, her torso suspended over the floor. If he let go, she would fall on her face. With his other hand, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back. In this position of complete dominance no part of her could resist him without paying a steep price.

Sasha mewled, but the scent of her arousal had grown so strong it filled the room. She wanted this as much as he needed it. He pumped in and out of her, fucking her ass as both punishment and penance, knowing this was the path back to all that had been good between them.

Loose Morals

When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know how to even begin.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.