ROCK STAR LOVER, a very erotic novel #interracialromance #erotica #ian1 #asmsg

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In the midst of the rushing moment, someone abruptly came up behind me. As a reflex move, I ran forward to distance myself. A hand forcefully grabbed me by the arm.

Oh, hell! I screamed out as I was yanked from the street and into a narrow alleyway. “Stop! Noo! Let me go!” My last word was muffled when a hand slapped over my mouth. Locked against a hard body, I was forced to face the wall.

I pressed my palms into the wall and shoved back in an attempt to make my captor totter backwards. That way, I could make a break for it.

He didn’t budge. Instead, he wrapped an arm around me, pinning my arms down. The bulge pushing against the small of my back grew stiff.

I became frantic, writhing and bucking violently while muffling out cries.

A heavy grunt filled my ears. “Oh Luv, if you keep moving around like this, I just might do what you’re think I’m going to do to you.” His familiar husky tone sent a shudder blazing through me.

I stopped and gasped. What the hell… Ripp? I tried to turn around.

With his hand still clamped over my mouth, his grip tightened. “Don’t face me. If I look into your eyes, I may do something to you that I can’t take back.”

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My New Rose Collar for the #Dracula Premiere! #Vampires #BDSM #ASMSG #Erotica #FlashFiction

Happy Friday, my lovelies!

DraculaI have a special treat for you today. I’m not sure how many of you follow my posts on Facebook. If you do, you know for the last 3 weeks I’ve been posting about how super excited I am for the new Dracula series, more so since the devilishly sexy actor—Jonathan Rhys Meyers will be portraying our beloved Dracula.

Excuse me while I swoon…

My favorite vampire, Demetri Bithanos, wasn’t too happy to hear about my crush on the new age version of Dracula. Demetri is after all a very jealous demon vampire, though he likes to pretend he doesn’t care. To appease his undead manhood, I promised him the vampire king of all time would only occupy my time for an hour, every Friday. 😀

To celebrate the recreation of the classic monster, Dracula, I penned a flash tale, inspired by the image below.

I hope you enjoy it. 😉

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My New Rose Collar

I’d been staring at the door for what seemed like hours. It hadn’t been very long since he left, but the need to see him again stretched the time and space between us. He was in my system. I could hardly think or breathe without him.

For the fifth time tonight, I approached the wall-length mirror to check my appearance.

I’d chosen the most lavish gown in my closet for this special night. The lace layered my curves like a second skin. It was sexy, yet tasteful, designed in colors that pleased him—red and black.

The door to the room opened and he appeared like a dark fantasy.

My heart fluttered, my body shuddered.

His sterling blue eyes gleamed like diamonds as he ambled into the room. “My, aren’t you radiant.” He eased in behind me and slipped an arm around my waist. His body fit flush against mine. The faint reflection of his beautiful pale face smiled at me through the mirror. “Up. You know I like your hair up.”

“I’m sorry.” I helplessly returned his ghostly smile. “Are you going to punish me now?”

The gown’s soft fabric crawled up my legs as he bunched it in his fist. “Would you like me to punish you?” He cupped my throbbing sex. A single finger speared between my moist folds and brushed over my clit.

My knees buckled. “Please do.”

He held me tighter. “Is it passion and pain you desire?”

“Yes,” I breathed out on a shaky sigh.

“Then I shall punish you severely when we return from the ball…” He pulled my mane back from over my shoulder and pressed his lips to my neck. “And fuck you to tears afterwards.” The gentle prick from his fangs sent a rush of ecstasy soaring through me. His moans mingled with mine as he swept his tongue over the puncture wounds he’d made. “I have something for you.” He presented a long black case on the palm of his hand.

I made no efforts to hide my excitement as I tore off the blood red ribbon and cracked the gift open. A new collar stood out on black velvet padding. Silk roses lined the leather band. In between each rose was a silver spike.

With this gift, he’d made it official. I was his human love slave. “It’s so beautiful.”

“As are you.” He retrieved it from the case and gently latched it around my neck. With a kiss to my cheek, he crooned, “Now, my pet, let’s go show the undead how stunning you are.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

Go ahead. Bare your neck, ladies. You know you want to. 😉

Get to know the dangerously sultry vampire, Demetri Bithanos from the Dragon Queen Series!

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“The prince of darkness is a gentleman.” ~ William Shakespeare

In the Mind of a Dom

Hello, my lovelies. Happy Hump Day!

Today, I want to step into the world of submission. The wonderful thing about being a Dom is manipulating the power of mental foreplay. As many of you already know, or I hope you know, the brain is the strongest sexual organ there is. Once you captivate the mind, the body automatically falls into the seduction.

This passage I’m about to share with you was brought to my attention by a fellow Tumblr blogger. I read it with an open mind and when I got to the end of it, I was beyond hot and bothered. *blush* This Dom knows how to manipulate the mind, leaving his submissive wallowing in needy anticipation. This is probably one of the sexiest passages I have ever read. I’m not sure who wrote it. I wish I knew because I would commend them on their seductive methods.

Enjoy!

For The Love of a Submissive

One of the great joys I experience as a Dom is the ability to control the tempo and intensity with which my submissive’s imagination travels and at what point her anticipation overwhelms her, sending her spiraling into a mental and emotional orgasm long before the physical ones ever manifests themselves.

Mental foreplay long precedes the physical as our respective roles are established and positions cemented. This may involve low soft talk and the subtle giving of direction in both sexual and non-sexual contexts. One of my favorite methods is to quietly ask provoking and embarrassing questions or give soft subtle commands that elicit responses clearly delineating our positions; my dominance, your submission.

In a restaurant for example, I may ask the server if he thinks you look hot in your new evening dress. Naturally he will agree to which I may “suggest” that you stand up and show it to him, commending you to turn around and let him see the back while I comment on how it makes your ass look completely irresistible. Naturally, ever the gentleman, I would then thank you and hold your chair as your return to your seat.

DinnerI may ask you softly if you are wearing panties under your dress (you should know better) and if so suggest that you excuse yourself to the ladies room to remove them. Naturally I will insist that you hand them to me (over the table) when you return to your seat making sure that others can see the transaction. In a low husky voice I may ask if it worries you that you might leave a spot on your new dress since you will be soaked knowing that I intend to blindfold you when we return to the room and slowly tease you into a frenzy, depriving you of your orgasms for hours as I turn your entire body into my playground. I may ask if it worries you that you that I may command you to please yourself, right here in the restaurant, under the table while I watch the expressions on your face. I may tell you that if you fail to reach an orgasm right here at the table, I will be forced to take you over my lap and alternately spank and finger you relentlessly to painful orgasm after painful orgasm back in the room.

Then, having set your mind reeling with a combination of dread and anticipation, I may do none of it at all; suggesting only that you finish your dinner, leaving you wondering what might be coming next and when.

By now, if you are not wet and mentally squirming with anticipation, I have sorely misjudged you. But then, I know you well…I know how to press your buttons.

Back in the room, you are all aflame and desirous and eager to be taken. But not so fast. First, the blindfold. I have you present yourself to me on the bed, head down, ass up. I move around the room making small noises, leaving you to wonder what is going to happen next, when, where, and how. Now is the time when I can truly set your mind whirling in spasms of anticipation. I may brush back a whisp of hair from your face, the smallest touch magnified to outrageous intensity in your heightened state of sight-deprived arousal and awareness. I may trace a fingertip down your spine to your tail bone, leaving a trail of fire and cold shivers in its wake. I may slowly lift the hem of your dress, dragging the fabric tantilyzingly over your bare ass until it rests upon your back, leaving you exposed to my sight and whim. I may make you wait like that for a long, long time as I just sit back taking in the glorious submissive sight of you.

But when the first touch comes. No matter where it is or what its intensity. You melt. All of the pent up anticipation releases like a raging river from a bursting dam. Whatever tiny shards of self-will that might have remained abandon you. You are mine. Given. Taken. Owned.

This is the nature of the mental foreplay of which I speak and so enjoy as your Dom. This absolute control without the need for restraint. You submit utterly and completely to my will and in so doing grant me absolute power over your heart and mind; long before I ever touch your body.

This is the essence of D/s. This is the essence of us.

Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday #21 ~ Arrested Passion

Happy Friday friends!

I’ve written a flash fiction from the image below, which was chosen by one of my FFF comrades. Exactly 100 words, no more, no less.

(This image was chosen by Sharita Lira)

Flash Fiction Friday #21 ~ Arrested Passion

As he recited the Miranda rights, his hand lingered between my thighs and his fingers slid over my clit.

Mm, yes.

Boldly, I grinded my moist sex on his hand, displaying how badly I needed to fuck.

While in the backseat of the police car, I splayed my legs wide so he could smell my ripe arousal draining over the seat.

Twenty minutes later, on top of the urine stained cot, he fisted my hair and plunged into my pussy with savage passion.

Soon after, he shuddered and filled me with his hot cum.

Until the next time, Officer Yashiro.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012

Come get me Mr. Officer! ;o)

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to swing by my FFF friends’ blog spots and check out their spicy flash tales.

Bonni Sansom ~ http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

Lee Brazil ~ http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Benjamin Russell ~ http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows ~ http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com

Kendel Davi ~ http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com

SLira as BLMorticia ~ http://blrawiyaerotica.blogspot.com

Sherri Hayes ~ http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Jp Archer ~ http://jp-archer.blogspot.com

Davee Jones ~ http://finless.blogspot.com

Cassandre Dayne ~ http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/

DH Black ~ http://dhblack.wordpress.com/

Venus Cahill ~ http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca/

ER Pierce ~ http://www.erpierce.com

Gemma Parkes ~ http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Sherry Palmer ~ http://michellechatton.blogspot.com

Cyril J. Michael ~ http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/

Lani Rhea ~ http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/

Muffy Wilson ~ http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Tie You Down

Let’s do something different. You up for it? Good.

Today, I feel like a dominatrix. I want to subjugate you. I’ve donned my leather corset and fishnet thigh highs. My leather wrapped whip is in my right hand and my binding rope is in my left hand.

Call me Mistress Yvonne. 😉

Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. Sit your sexy ass down and let’s have some fun.

Imagine me tying you down and pulling the rope tight until it’s biting into your skin. If you show any signs of pain, I’ll pull it tighter.

Now, I’ll blindfold you. No peeking.

I want to leave you vulnerable.

I drag the whip across your bare chest as I circle you. You anticipate feeling it lash at your flesh, but what you expect never happens. My hand grabs your cock and the leather rod wraps around your neck, slowly restricting your airflow.

I tug the whip tighter as I repeatedly stroke you from base to tip. Then when you’re desperately gasping for air, I’ll release the whip.

After you fill your starved lungs with air, whisper my name.

Next, I drag my tongue across your nipple, flick it and taste it. While I pinch your other nipple, I’ll catch it between my teeth and nibble. Hard, then gentle. Gentle, then hard. I want you panting. I want you needy.

Say my name… I won’t continue unless you do.

Now I’ll stand back and watch you. You hear that sound? That wet juicy sound? Yes, that’s my hungry pussy kissing my finger as I plunge deep into my valley. I’ll finger myself until my nectar is free flowing then rub it across your lips.

That’s right, suck it all off. You like the way I taste. Good. I can hardly wait to taste you back.

I won’t take you in my mouth right away. I want you screaming for it. I’ll lower between your legs. I’ll nibble and lick on the tender spots along your inner thighs as I make my way toward your sac.

But I don’t rush. I take it slow. The harder your heart pounds and the heavier you breathe, I move even slower.

If you say anything other than my name, I’ll stop.

My tongue dances over your balls before I pull one into my mouth. Slowly. Tortuous. Going from one to the other, I suck and lick, and suck, and suck and lick…until your hips are levitating.

You want your cock in my mouth? Do you really, really want it?

I wrap my hand around the base. You feel my breath flutter over the crown…then I’ll step away.

My muse is calling, so I have some writing to do.

 If you’re a good boy, I’ll come back and finish what I started.

😉

Blinded Pleasure

Happy Hump Day friends! 🙂

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I know I did! And my birthday…wowsers! I had so much love passed my way, it brought tears to my eyes. Man, I have the greatest set of friends on the planet.

Though we’re in the midst of the holidays, I’m still hard at work and writing up a storm. In between my projects, you know I like to write a little something each week to get the juices flowing. *grin* 😉

Every now and then, I come across a photo that inspires a story. I wrote this scene from an image I got from my amazing supportive friend, Benjamin Russell. Thanks for finding this pic Benji!

One of my favorite characters from The Dragon Queen Series is the sexy Priestess Indigo. Because she’s a wicked little thing who loves to torment her sex slaves, I enjoy writing about her.

Enjoy the read folks, and be sure to leave a comment at the end of the story.

 

Blinded Pleasure

“Mistress, are you there? I need to feel you. Please…” I whined.

“Silence.”

Darkness covered my eyes and unseen hands tightened the restraints on my wrists, drawing them to the base of my back.

Yearning for Mistress Indigo’s touch, I trembled and whimpered.

How long had I been bound? It seemed like hours had passed. Hours I had been tied here, without and physical contact, forced to listen to the sexual symphony surrounding me.

Moans and cries mingled with the raw scent of sex. Flesh smacked flesh. Mouths slurped on body parts. The juicy sound of wet pussies consuming thick shafts reverberated off the concrete walls.

I tried to block it out, but couldn’t.

I rolled onto my back. My weight pressed onto my bound hands. I splayed my legs and jutted my hips in the air, hoping she would climb between my thighs and suck on my aching clit. But no. Nothing but hot, sex laced air filled my void.

I wanted to fucking scream. If I did, she would only extend my punishment. I could hear her wickedly sexy chortle and feel her enjoyment in my suffering.

Wanna fuck, Jezebel?” Her soft voice sailed across my mind, awakening the image of her wet pussy hovering over my face. 

“Yes, please, Mistress…” I extended my tongue, desperately needing to taste her, seeking the slightest physical contact, but was once again tortured by emptiness. “I won’t do it anymore. I promise. I beg your forgiveness, please!”

She pushed out a heavy sigh. “I suppose I could grant you a little reprieve. Tariq, calm her suffering,” Mistress Indigo ordered someone in the room. “But do not release her just yet.”

“As you wish,” a deep, baritone voice answered.

The bed depressed as a hard, cool body eased up behind me.

I smelled her on him. Her scent layered him like a second skin. He’d fucked her, my mistress.

This fact only made me hornier.

“Jezebel, oh Jezebel,” he crooned, melding his body to mine. Teasing fingers grazed across my belly. “Your blood smells so sweet when you need release.”

Engulfed by need, I undulated and writhed, grounding my ass against his super-sized cock. “Fuck me, please.”

“In due time, my dear.”

Inches shy of my slit, he played along my abdomen with soft, tantalizing caresses. Tremors rushed through me. At a leisure pace, his hand journeyed lower… and lower.

My thighs shook and my breath came out in shaky pants.

I felt her eyes on me, watching in anticipation.

“Tell me what she’s doing,” I whispered to the vampire, who continued to skillfully heighten my arousal. “It’s killing me not to see her.”

His hand dove beneath my panties and his fingers slid between my folds to glide over my peak. My bra was pulled down to expose a breast.

“She’s right next to the bed. Her eyes are fixed on you.”

His breath fluttered over my hardened nipple before his tongue took a swipe at it. I gasped and my back arched.

“She’s sitting in a red velvet chair, with a leg looped over the arm rest and her fingers buried deep within her slick sheath, like this…”

The bonds around my neck and wrists were yanked back as three long fingers plunged into me. I let out a strangled howl. He drove into me over and over again, quickening his pace with each thrust. My body shook and my hips rolled.

I could hear her moaning with me, urging him to go faster.

For a second my mind went blank and my body went still. A flood of pleasure washed through my straining frame. I cried out and so did she.

He extracted his fingers and nuzzled my neck. His middle finger circled my clit, prolonging the aftermath spiraling through me. It was a sweet release, but hardly enough to satisfy me.

A hand fisted my hair and a pair of familiar lips pressed into mine. “Have we learned our lesson, Jezebel?”

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed out in a rush.

“Good. But be warned, the next time I send you to the store and you return with regular vanilla ice cream when I specifically asked for Chunky Monkey, your punishment will be much worse than this.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2011

Thanks for reading! 😀