Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest
release, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. Ever since Master Pedro first popped up
in Book One of The Spectrum Auctions, I knew I would have to tell his story and
this is it.
Master Pedro is a complicated man, and writing his story brought
it with some unexpected surprises. I also fell hopelessly in love with him, and
I hope readers will too. He might be a
Sadist, but he’s also a man who falls hard and deep for the right woman—his pequeñita J
Blurb:
[Ménage and
More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M,
flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions
and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish
Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads
in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright
scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a
lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive
responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with
him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has,
and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust
his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
STORY EXCERPT
A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes staring
up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression. She didn’t
probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to ask. No, she
just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious sensation
crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she would also
accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any woman he’d
ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been full of
questions.
Another reason why he kept his encounters these days confined to
the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely that way.
“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we barely
know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps painful, so
let’s just forget it.”
She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the nervous way
she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.
“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the words into
the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.
“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty
wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down, pequeña, and
let’s take this in the living room.”
He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that he
needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather
settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had
seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old
movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.
The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him, and
then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on the
floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her
chin on his knee.
His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub on
her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.
“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so this is
not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold on his
legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.
“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the way you
look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she held his
glance, and he smiled.
“And how do I look at you?” he asked.
That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so that
he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the
dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her
about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he was in this headspace.
The memories hurt less then.
“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze and
seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on her
hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up at
him.
“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened slightly.
Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission he read in
her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of his neck
turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure
possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was
his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked
several times before she answered him.
“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes no
sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he
nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”
Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and petted
her head.
“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing
your submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”
Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed not
to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was no
denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time.
Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at
least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been
at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been intended
to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?
Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family acknowledging
that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After all, he was
used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in life for
some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those feeling for
him.
He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.
“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter by the minute waiting
for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet, will she?” Callused
fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the unmistakable click in her
ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.
Hands from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and
she jumped when the vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers
pulled and kneaded the other one.
Pain followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps
attacked her sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the
pain, as they were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head.
Anything to get away from that overbearing sensation.
“Shhh, take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant
she pulled a deep breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her
exhales.
“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty
breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken
his clothes off and was he completely naked?
Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on
her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator
against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and
settled deep in her clit.
“Oh god, no…yes.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as
her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold
dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to
the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the
fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.
Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas
laughed.
“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”
Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst
into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her
behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her
breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones,
and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.
“I can’t, please, no more…”
Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the
onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because
the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting
away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on
her clamps were far harder.
“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita,
and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t
walk.”
Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or
threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her
senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed
in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and
Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton
went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.
“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”
A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The
cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad
shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating
away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious
oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and
happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs
removed.
Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear
the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in
desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.
“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded
deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he
was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought
brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the
sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her
scream again.”
Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward
him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick
against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.
Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue
between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom
lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.
“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she
makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”
Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind
them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped
at her pussy as though he was drowning.
Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into
her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid
them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and
her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught
up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on
her scalp was any indication.
Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she
heard Jonas’s voice in between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.
“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like
honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my
tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn
fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”
Authors Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris...
at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out
that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives
happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies,
and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working
on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than
usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be
pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the
midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and
besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha
heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary
to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances
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