Sanjay’s Confession #YNWrites #Cyberpunk #Dystopian #ASMSG #AlexisMoonlight

Yvonne Nicolas had the nerve to ask me if I was in love with Alexis Moonlight.

I hadn’t thought about it until she asked. I found myself stumbling on the notion. Me, in love with Moonlight? I can’t say it isn’t a possibility. To be honest, I’m not supposed to feel anything for her, given the fact that she’s my ward, more or less the core of my mission. I may be a superior knight who gets off on killing vampires, but I’m still human. That means every now and then I fall prey to my emotions.

Alexis is an extraordinary woman. She’s unruly, foul-mouthed, short-tempered and she never submits to anyone. I happen to find those characteristics attractive in a woman.

We’ve been lovers for… let’s see… three years, I think. When we jumped headfirst into our aggressive sexual relationship, we agreed it would be just sex. Nothing more. I tried hard not to get sucked in too deep with her, but after a while, something unexpected happened. I started to have feelings.

I remember the moment I found myself at a standoff with her. We’d had an argument earlier that day. It served as foreplay for me, but not so much for her. She was infuriated with me. In hindsight, she had good reason to be.

She wanted to leave the mission site and I wanted her to stay. As always when I’m around her, I let my emotions to get the best of me. I grabbed her in a not so gentle manner. She responded the only way she knew how to, with lethal force. I hadn’t drawn my weapon, but that didn’t stop her from shoving the barrel of her pistol into my stomach.

It was a snap move, one I hadn’t foreseen. It both pissed me off and aroused me at the same time. My cock was so hard, it hurt.

I knew there were eyes on us. The mission site was littered with knights. At the time, I didn’t know what to do. If I didn’t release her, she would shoot me. I knew that for sure because she was crazy like that. However, if I did let her go, that would be another stab at my ego. I didn’t mind giving her a little power over me, but a man of my caliber could only take so much.

Her friend, Cole, wedged his body between us and pushed us apart. He said something about having a problem for our solution. Or maybe it was the other way around. I don’t know.

My first thought was to tune him out and deal with her properly, but I couldn’t. Not when there were so many fellow knights watching us. I held onto her scowl, gifting her with my own narrow-eyed glower. I heard myself grumble, “Listening.”

“We can run a perimeter sweep,” Cole said.

I cut my eyes at him for a split second. “What?” Then I whipped them back on her furious face. Goddammit, she’s so beautiful when she’s enraged.

“Some of the hostiles are liable to get past this sector, like earlier. With me and Alex running the perimeter…”

I don’t remember what he said because the rest of his words faded out. All I could see was her. All I could hear was her. Her angry panting washed across my mind. It mingled with the memory of her breathy moans and sensual cries. My whole body hardened. Fuck! I wanted her, right then and there! I almost shoved Cole aside and made a go for her.

Cole’s voice came back in and rushed my erotic thoughts away. He glanced over his shoulder at Alexis. “Good idea? Right, Alex?”

Sneering at me, she clucked her tongue and turned her back to us. “I don’t care. I just don’t wanna be here.”

She huffed out a groan of frustration and stalked away. Her hips swayed with her demanding strut, making her armored tasset and shoulder cape flare. She not once cast those pretty eyes back at me.

That’s the thing. I always like to see her storm away, but I never like to let her go. “Stay on her,” I ordered Cole without taking my eyes off her sexy ass retreat.

He snorted then countered, “I always do.”

I pinned him with a wide glare only to get a teasing grin in return. I knew his comment was meant as an underhanded quip, but that shit rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t care how gay he was, I didn’t like his relationship with Alexis. Not one bit. Teeth clenching, I growled, “Watch yourself, Officer Davis.”

Cole laughed and jogged after her. From the day he’d been appointed to train her, they’d been inseparable. Their friendship was instantaneous, which was unnerving to me. He didn’t show it much, but I knew he had a thing for her. Gay or straight, it was impossible for any man to be in her presence for an extended amount of time and not feel some kind of way about her.

Someone walked up behind me. “Oye, looks like you haven’t quite figured out how to keep that sassy-bit in line, Vice-Commander Sanjay Rahim.”

I had to take a deep calming breath before turning to face the owner of the annoying voice—JR. “Come again?” I would’ve responded with my fist, but striking the Chief Commander’s son would offer trouble I didn’t need. So, I kept my cool. For the time being.

A smug grin crossed his face. “She drew a pistol on you, in front of the other squads, and you did nothing. What kind of example does that set?” A chuckle carried his snobbish tone. “I told father you couldn’t handle her. Should’ve let Lopez spearhead that disobedient piece of ass.”

Heat rushed to my head and exploded behind my eyes. Despite my anger, I managed a smile. I wrapped my hand around the handle of my sword and nodded past him. “Better go catch up with your squad before you get left behind.”

“You’re falling for her, aren’t you?”

“They’re getting further and further away.” Squeezing the hilt, I stepped in closer. “Not good to get separated from your pack during a mission of this magnitude. Unfortunate things can happen.”

He backpedaled, seeming agitated. His bright green eyes danced then his smugness reappeared. He puffed his chest out and pulled his shoulders back as if to stand his ground.

I found it amusing that he thought he was untouchable. I had been dying to prove him wrong. Sure, he was bigger than me, but I was faster. I could’ve disembodied that fool in the blink of an eye and no one would’ve been the wiser.

“While you’re getting all cozy between her dark legs, remember she’s your mission,” he had dared to say. “Keep her in line or—”

I snatched my blade halfway from its casing, allowing him to see the silvery gleam.

Emerald eyes stretched wide, he leaped back and made a late grab for his sword. “I see you’ve misplaced your mind, Vice-Commander,” he gritted out. “You’re actually going to draw on me, while my father, your commanding officer is on site?”

“From this day forward, I suggest that you say nothing else to me. That is, if you’d like to keep your tongue.”

He took a few unsteady steps back, his face stained in shock. “You’re a madman.”

“Yes.” Slowly, I slid my blade back into its sheath. “That means I won’t be responsible for my actions if you don’t heed my warning.”

He blinked rapidly. He opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something. Then without another word, he turned and rushed off to join his squadron.

As I think back on that moment, I can’t help but smile. I did a lot of things out of my nature. You see, I’m the perfect knight in this Blood War. I always follow orders and I get the job done, no matter how many obstacles stand in my way, but that day I was ready to break protocol. That day, I wanted to kill that motherfucker from the bottom of my heart! But I restrained myself. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do that a second time.

So back to the question Yvonne asked me. Do I love Alexis Moonlight?

Hmm… It’s clear I will kill for her and I wouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt afterwards.

So, guess that means my answer is yes.

~ Vice Commander Sanjay Rahim (Alexis Moonlight – Book 1)

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018  |  All Rights Reserved

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Psychedelic Current #YNWrites #amwriting #ASMSG #flashfiction

Psychedelic Current

Random Flash Fiction

The sky bled into the horizon as the night chased the sun away. It bathed the lake in pretty colors. Reds, blues, oranges and yellows… As I watched them twist and shift with the breeze, I moved with them, ascending and descending, rising and falling. It was a heavenly journey, one that took me higher each time I rose.

“Look. Isn’t the sky beautiful?”

He responded with a grunt and a moan.

I smiled and took another slow puff from the magic stick. “We should do this again tomorrow.” I may not reach the plateau of mindless completion on this journey, but at least I had the psychedelic current riding with me.

Yvonne Nicolas © 2017 │ All Right Reserved

Some days I find it hard to get into a steady writing groove. On days like these, I type out random flash fictions about nothing and everything. I usually don’t save them, but today I decided to share it with you. I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading!

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Put Your Mouth on Me #Poetry #Erotica #EroticRomance #Romance #IAN1 #ASMSG

MouthIt’s impossible to breathe until you put your mouth on me

I’m suffocating in sheer lust

Every inch of my body throbs…

Aching…

Needing…

An unbearable heat builds within my core

You rest those seductive dark eyes on me…

Looking oh-so-fine as your chocolate tone glistens under the artificial light…

Thick ribbons of ecstasy dance between us

I don’t need to say it, because you already know

You sense it…

Taste it…

The arousal soaking into my panties…

Sliding down between my thighs…

You lick your lips, giving me but a glimpse of your pink tongue…

I want it, exploring the most intimate regions of my body…

I want it, inside of me…

Save me from this torturous need

Baby, can’t you see…

I can’t breathe until you put your mouth on me

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2014

Happy Hump Day!

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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 giveaway is over on Halloween, so don’t miss out on your chance to win a massive amount of prizes and books, including the new Kindle Paperwhite Ereader!

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

Flee From Love #ASMSG #FlashFiction

It’s been a while since I wrote a flash fiction. I’ve been really busy with a lot of upcoming events and novels. *grin* I know that’s no excuse though.

My girl, and fabulous author Stephanie Burke challenges me every now and then by posting a picture on FB and asking me to ‘write it’. *grin*

For her, I’m compelled to comply. 😉

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“You thought you could get away from me?” he whispered as he tongued the shell of my ear and tweaked my nipple. “Flee from the love we shared? I thought I made myself clear last night. You are mine, sweet lover.”

I could hardly breathe. The sheer arousal he emitted cast a spell over my body. He’d branded my very soul, weakened me. I know he’s dangerous, something more than human, but I can’t bring myself to leave, when I know I should. “I can’t sta-”

“Shhh… What you can’t do is leave me needing you. Lay back, lover. Allow me to shake your world once more.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

Breathe Her In

Feverish

I can’t help it

I can’t help but breathe her in

Consume her on every inhale

Swallow her moans

With the breath of her soul, she tempts me

Compels me

Seduces me

And leaves the taste of her passion on my tongue

 

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

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