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Hello Readers! Thank you for being so diligent in following these last few days of us showing off the Mastered set! Today we’re going to tie it off with the final story in the set, Bondage on 34th Street by the Emily Ryan-Davis & Jennifer Leeland! Now there’s a christmas special I’d love to see.
In knots over love
What do you do when your Master is someone else’s Sub? It seems the chain of command continues to go down and Tasha has an ever more commanding master. Will his chains bind the three together, or tear them apart?
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Excerpt from Bondage on 34th Street by Emily Ryan-Davis & Jennifer Leeland
“Have you ever been naked in public, Natasha? Ever put your beautiful little body on display?”
The low, rough words rasped along her nerve endings, dark with arousal and challenge.
Not trusting herself to speak coherently, she bit her lip and shook her head. Or tried to.
Noah held her immobile, his forearm flexed against the side of her neck.
“Answer me with words.”
“No, Sir.” The immediacy with which she responded, not even stopping to think before
obeying him–and using that word–set off all her inner alarms.
This time it was Noah’s turn to shudder. He sucked in a breath and his abs flexed against
her hands, reminding her how close she was to touching his cock.
How close she was to asking him for so much more than permission to touch.
“You will be.” He punctuated his whispered promise by pressing his fingertips into her
ass cheek and tilting her pelvis to meet his. The tight, confined thrust of hardness against her
core scattered her thoughts all over again. Noah bucked between her legs, abs and thighs
bunching as he ground the long ridge of his arousal against her, and the way he held her spread
open left zero protection.
Her breath came in short, harsh bursts. Every muscle inside her tensed, trembling and
seeking, straining toward Noah’s mastery. Footsteps and wheeled luggage somewhere in the
parking garage reminded her they weren’t alone, and that made her more desperate. She
squirmed against him, trying to gain leverage to push him away with her knees even as her arms
pulled him closer. Her mind and body fought against each other, and her body was winning. She
felt herself climbing higher and higher until he closed his teeth around a tender part of her neck
and pushed her over the edge.
It didn’t matter that they were out in the open, that Noah was her enemy, not her lover.
Reason didn’t matter. Somehow, Noah knew her body, and he used it as a weapon against her.
She came hard, with frightening suddenness, and for a moment, guilt beat back the pleasure. But
the moment was lost, and nobody existed except Noah.
As the shock softened, Noah’s hold on her hair gentled and his pumping hips slowed. She
wished he would let her go and turn away, but he stayed with her, reminding her in unnecessary
ways–because how could she forget?–that he was still there.
While she shivered and clung, trying to sort through her jumbled emotions, he soothed
the sting of a bite mark with his tongue and cooled the damp spot with his breath.
“I’m in control here, Natasha, and I don’t surrender it lightly. Remember that when
you’re aiming your luscious mouth at my lover. Remember this.” He pulsed against her one
more time, triggering a new wave of aftershocks, and didn’t let her go until she sagged limp in
When he lowered her feet to the ground, the chill of cold concrete under her one bare foot
barely registered. Noah drew her away from the car door and imprisoned her against his chest,
his forearm hard below her shoulder blades, as he opened the door and installed her into the
passenger seat. After she was settled, he scooped her errant shoe from beneath the car and bent to
slide it over her foot.
His words finally registered and took on meaning as he walked to the driver’s side and
slide into the seat. Noah jabbed the key into the ignition and fired the engine, staring straight
ahead as if she no longer existed for him.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispered.
He flexed his hands on the steering wheel. “Doesn’t it?”
Tasha shivered. She turned her face away from the stark, white outline of his knuckles.
Noah reached out and cupped her chin, pulling her head back around to hold her gaze.
His lips twisted in a parody of a smile. “Ty is mine, Natasha. You want to touch him, fuck him,
get on your knees and lick his impressive dick? You’ll have to beg me for permission.”
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Hello Readers! Ever feel like you fit in too well? Like you’re just one of the furnishings, or worse, just one of “The guys”? That’s the feeling that drives Ronnie Lang to seek out the private Overwatch BDSM club in Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White. The best way to being noticed is to get yourself out there… just be careful who finds you.
You never forget your first love
Tired of being treated as “one of the guys”, mechanic Ronnie Lang wants to explore her own sexuality more. She gets wind of Overwatch, a private BDSM club and she applies herself for membership. Behind those closed doors lies a lifestyle she never imagined… and the man she could never forget.
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Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White
Overwatch, Ronnie kept her head down and didn’t
volunteer for anything. It was all she could do to make it
through the rest of the class without snapping at people
to leave her alone. She just wanted to sit in the corner
and think, to sort through her emotions and try to make
sense of what was happening to her.
only to be pulled up short when Ian called her name.
walked toward her.
clear blue eyes.
careless shrug of her shoulders. “Just didn’t see a reason
to hang around.”
out the first set of doors before she had a grip on herself again. “Is that allowed, you being a trainer
“There’s no rule against it. It’s the first time I’ve done it, but it’s also the first time I’ve
known a trainee from outside the club.” He pushed through the last set of doors and turned left.
“The coffee shop just up the road is still open.”
“Hey,” she said, stopping dead and tugging her hand from his. “Enough. What’s going on
He stood stock still in front of her, expression blank. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that you’ve pretty much pretended I don’t exist since that little negotiation
demonstration last week and now you want to take me for coffee? What’s up with that?”
He stared at her, silent and inscrutable. When the others started coming out the doors he
raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you. I didn’t
intend to make you feel that way.”
“Well, you did.”
His mouth titled up at the corner. “Yeah, so you just told me.”
The pressure in her chest lessened and she smiled back at him. “Okay. Just so you got the
His smile grew. “We okay?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Let’s go get that coffee.”
They didn’t talk as they walked down the street. Once they got their drinks, they found an
empty corner table and sat down. Ian didn’t make her wait.
“So, what do you think so far?”
“To be honest I’m loving it. It’s a lot different than I imagined it would be, but that isn’t
“What did you imagine?”
“That everyone involved would either be a sexy model in fetish wear or a dark and
handsome Dom wearing leather pants and a sleeveless vest. You know, with maybe a whip or a
flogger tied to their hip, and always demanding you drop to your knees.” She laughed softly. “Okay,
so maybe I exaggerated that a little bit, but you know what I mean? I worried it would be the
stereotype of a cross between a porn movie set and a nightclub.”
He laughed. “Well, you’re actually not that far off. When you come to the club and it’s open
you’ll see it is a lot like a regular nightclub — except, yes, some people are wearing fetish wear and
some people are wearing nothing at all. Not everyone will have a perfect body, but everyone’s pretty
damn comfortable in their skin, if you get what I mean. You might even see a Dom in leather pants,
although I’m not too sure about the sleeveless vests. Many of us do take off our shirts, though,
especially when we scene.” He met her gaze head on. “It can get pretty hot in there.”
She fanned herself with her hand at the thought of him with no shirt, paddle in hand, and
her awaiting his ppleasure. “Shit, it’s getting pretty hot in here.”
He laughed and pleasure burst through her. It was nice just sitting with him.
“So, is that what you found on the internet? Men who wore leather pants and demanded you
kneel at all times?”
She sighed. “Yeah. It was real letdown. A lot of puffed up idiots who thought that calling
themselves dominant made them dominant. That somehow that gave them the right to make it all
about them. It was all about blowjobs and booty calls, but not about dominance or submission.
Except for the ones who seemed to think that being the dominant gave them the right to smack you
Something deadly flared in his eyes. “Did somebody smack you around?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Do you really think I would let somebody smack me around?”
“Damn it. It’s a dangerous fucking world out there, Ronnie. What made you put that ad on
“Look at me,” she said. “I’m a thirty-four year old tomboy who would rather clean an
engine than get my hair done and it shows. Sure, I’ve had sex, even good sex, but I’ve never had a
relationship before. I’ve never been in love, and I thought if internet dating could work for other
people why not me?”
He visibly calmed himself, taking a deep breath before nodding at her. “I get it. It can be
tough to find someone. What made you realize you were submissive?”
She blushed, but remembering how they met up again, she pushed past any nerves at
speaking so freely. “I thought about the men I had been with, and which ones I thought were good
sex, and which were just … exercise, and realized that the good sex had always been with a guy who
took charge. Those guys who took charge were also the ones I’d wanted to spend more time with if
given the chance. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head, and once I realized that was what did it
for me, I didn’t look back.”
When he nodded, she kept talking. The words just tumbling from her lips without thought.
“I did internet searches, read some blogs and some books. The more I read, the more I wanted
to do and explore. Then I found the adult dating site, and thought it was perfect. Put up a profile
and—bam!—I had men emailing and asking to meet.” She stopped suddenly. Not sure she wanted
to share the rest.
Blue eyes soft with concern, Ian reached across the table, putting both his hands over both
of hers. “It’s okay, Ronnie. Nothing you can say will change the way I see you.”
Relief flowed through her. How had he known exactly what she needed to hear?
“At first I was like a kid in a candy store,” she admitted. “I met with too many men, and tried
too many things. I look back now and think I’m lucky I didn’t get killed. I mean, I’m not an idiot,
and I have good instincts. I never let any of them tie me up, or restrain me in any way, no matter
how much I craved it. But I did let them do things like spank me, or fuck my face.” She shook her
head and laughed softly. “I have to admit to having a bit of an oral fixation.”
He sat back in his chair, and folded his arms across his broad chest. “Oral fixation, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.” She flashed him a naughty smile and leaned forward staring deep into his eyes.
“I came to the realization that I really love sucking cock. There’s just something about being on my
knees in front of a man, serving him that way. The smell, the taste, the feel. Oh, god, the feel of a
hard cock stroking against my tongue as he grips my hair and thrusts deep enough to hit the back of
my throat so hard my eyes start to water and I fight to breathe. I just love it.”
By the time she was done talking, Ian’s eyes blazed with a heat that damn near melted her
“You,” he said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. “Deserve to be punished for that.”
Her nipples hardened to the brink of pain, and she wiggled in her seat, but she raised her
eyebrows and tried to look innocent. “For what?”
He leaned forward. “For making my cock so hard all I want to do is bend you over and sink
in so deep that I feel your soul surrounding me.”
Her eyes widened and Ian’s heart pounded as they sat there, just looking at each other and
breathing the same air.
She was beautiful. Beautiful in her honesty, in her desire, and in her eagerness. Ian had to
remind himself that they were in a public coffee shop and it would be wrong to reach over the table
and drag her into his arms.
Sucking in a deep breath, he shifted back in his chair again to try and ease the erotic tension
that had flared between them so quickly. Before he could say anything and change the topic, she
straightened up and spoke again.
“That’s exactly what I came to Overwatch looking for,” she said.
She wasn’t making sense. “What?”
“You,” she replied, looking right at him. “You’re not acting, or pretending. You and Simon
and Adam and Conner, you’re all for real. Dominance isn’t something that can be faked, and I
was tired of meeting men who considered it a game. Men who played at it because they saw it as
a way to have sex any way they wanted without really caring about what their partner needed. I
want a real man, one who knows that true dominance is mental before it ever comes close to being
physical. That my submission cannot be demanded—it has to be earned—and when I give it, I give
Fuck. She made total sense.
A loud burst of laughter from the table next to them made her start. Red started creeping up
her chest and neck and Ian gave himself a mental kick in the ass. “Thank you,” he said. “For sharing
so much with me.”
“You’re welcome.” Ronnie smiled. “Now, I should go. It’s almost twelve.”
“Why do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”
She laughed, taking the hand he extended and letting him pull her to her feet.
“No, but it’s past my bedtime, and if I don’t get at least six hours of sleep I turn into a
raging bitch the next day. The guys at the shop will not thank you.”
They walked back to the club, and he wasn’t surprised to see that she drove a pumped up
muscle car painted in very pretty purple. It was just like her. Strong, but feminine, and very, very sexy.
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Welcome back readers! Take a load off with us today as we look at the hectic life of Solia Shaw, the brilliant self-made woman and star of multi-award winning author T.J. Michael’s Juicy. Everyone needs a break, even fictional characters, and we all know the best way to blow off steam… by getting steamy!
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Twilight Teahouse ~ Choose something decadent from our menu…
Solie Shaw is a brilliant self-made woman, running a massive corporation. At the end of the day, all she wants to do is not be in charge. Her heart’s jaded after a cruel incident with a former lover. Now comes another chance to get exactly what she needs. All she needs to do is… choose.
Excerpt From Juicy by the Multi-Award Winning bestseller T.J. Michaels
He was in no way asking for all of her—not her heart, and perhaps not even her
body. She knew that BDSM play wasn’t all about sex with Burton. Sure, he enjoyed
impact play with floggers, crops, rope and cuffs; however, what he loved most was
getting into his play partner’s head. And still, he hadn’t even asked for that.
He’d only asked to give her what she needed…and she would be the one to decide
what that was. And later, if she wanted to, he was open to moving into something a bit
Slipping her hand into Burton’s, Solie said exactly what was on her mind.
“Burt, I don’t need to think about it.”
“What are you saying, Solie,” he asked with quiet surety. “No beating around the
bush. Just let me have it.”
“I want to explore this zing between us, B. And I’m ready to explore it now. Yes, I
will admit I’m on the rebound, but we both know that. And right now, I want you more
than anything or anyone else I can think of.”
“More than a new souped-up gaming computer?” he teased, poking at her nerdy
“That’s kind of pushing it, but yes, more than a new gaming computer. And more
than World of WarCraft. And more than non-burnt English muffins. I want to be with you
more than I want a bare handed, over the knee spanking.”
“Now that’s hard to believe,” he quipped back. “But I think we can do something
about that. Last I heard, there was nothing like a spanking from Mr. Big Thuddy Paddle
Solie’s mouth fell open. “Mac told you about that?”
“Of course she did. And she had no shame in admitting that she’s the one who
came up with that loving little title for me while you wholeheartedly agreed. So I’ll take
that as a compliment.”
Solie fell backwards onto her pillow laughing like she hadn’t in weeks…hell, months
even. She could tell Burton was seriously restraining himself from tickling her. When
she caught her breath, she sat back up and smiled as he fed her more bacon.
“So what’s the next step, Burt?”
“That depends. What do you want? I may be a Dominant, but I’m not a bully. You
set the tone and the pace here, Sols. After that last D.I.N.O.—”
“D.I.N.O.? What’s a D.I.N.O.?”
“Oh.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes. Didn’t that about sum it up?
Today we will be continuing our coverage of The Mastered BDSM box set with His Secret, a brand-spankin’ new story by International & UK Bestseller, Portia Da Costa!
Ben Chambers is the perfect, handsome boyfriend. Sarah adores him, but she suspects he has a secret. While away on a luxury vacation, a simple act of cheeky affection unravels Ben’s wicked ways. And she’s more than willing to see how deep they go.
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Excerpt from HIS SECRET by International and UK Sunday Times bestseller, Portia Da Costa
Sarah’s insides fluttered. Not just her sex, but in her heart, her chest. She felt
as if she were on a precipice above some great, secret valley. Ready to fling herself
When Ben released her sex, it was as much of a shock as if he’d suddenly begun
the spanking already. The lack of his fingers against her was like a gouging void that
she’d do anything to fill.
“Lie across the bed,” he said quietly. “ Facedown, with your hands stretched out
in front of you… You may look in my direction or away… that’s your choice.”
Almost unable to move properly from excitement, she obeyed him. Her limbs
seemed to be made of rubber and uncontrollable, but she managed to assume the pose
he’d specified. She was afraid to look at him, so turned her face away, even though in
her mind she could still see him perfectly.
“Good. That’s very good. You’re doing well.”
Am I? I don’t think so… I’m all over the place.
She felt the mattress dip and imagined Ben inclining toward her, his weight on
one hand while with the other he reached out toward her exposed bottom.
Expecting a spank and braced for it, she gasped when the first touch was light
It won’t be so bad. It’s my first time. I bet he barely does anything at all.
And indeed, the second touch was nothing at all. Just a tap on her left buttock,
barely more than the light touch that had started all this, close to an hour ago, yet in
Then… more taps. A little harder. Definitely making an impact, but still fine.
I’m okay. I can take this. It’s all right.
In fact, it was more than all right. Her sex was glowing, becoming soft and
pouched and wetter than ever. The slight impact of the little smacks was gently
knocking her core where she was pressed against the mattress.
How had that happened? One minute, soft taps, and then, suddenly, with no
discernable increase in effort, the taps weren’t taps any more but full-blown spanks.
And they were hard. They hurt. They really hurt.
“Oh!” she cried again when Ben’s hand seemed to catch a particularly tender
spot on the under-hang of her cheek. Her whole bottom was glowing now, drenched
in heat. It was uncomfortable, unsettling, quite painful, and yet the shivering warmth
in her flesh was sinking down into her sex and firing it up in a way she’d never yet
experienced. Her whole pussy seemed to be fizzing like the champagne had done.
Effervescing with a delicious yet forbidden pleasure.
How? Oh, how is this happening? He’s hurting me, yet… yet… Oh God, I want
him to hurt me more!
To her astonishment, Sarah realized she was lifting her bottom in syncopation
with the slaps, raising the target up to improve Ben’s aim and to invite and seduce
more blows. She was simmering on the edge of orgasm, and every time he hit her, he
pushed her ever closer to the longed-for implosion of pleasure.
She cried out keenly when he stopped, and she turned her face to implore him
with her eyes. To beg him to grant her more pain, more pleasure… Oh, dear Lord, she
hardly knew the difference.
Ben’s eyes were beautiful, wise, and kind. Despite the fact that he was denying
her what she wanted. But he seemed to understand as he leaned forward to press a
kiss to her tearful cheek and whisper in her ear.
“You’re doing beautifully, Sarah, my love… Better than I could ever have
wished. But you must wait a little for your prize. The waiting will make it all the more
Even though she was sobbing with need, with frustration, and from the now
extreme soreness in the flesh of her bottom, she believed him. She believed him
He was Ben. He knew all. He was her sweet master.
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