Monday, 24 April 2017

My New Website

Hi there

I've been really busy lately working on my new website,, which has all sorts of info about me, my books and even where I'll be signing, among other things. Go take a look if you have a minute, and while you're there feel free to sign up to my newsletter which will be sent out occasionally to keep you updated on what I'm up to and what I'm planning, as well as the odd competition or giveaway.

It took a while to get to grips with building the site, as I'm not much good at technology, but it was an interesting and rewarding experience. I hadn't realized just how many books I'd written until I came to put them on the site, along with covers and blurbs. If you've read any of my stories, and enjoyed them, I'd love it if you could drop a quick review on, it only needs to be one word if that's all you've got time for (and I hope it's a nice word that you choose, lol).

Take care,

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Cavern County News


Hi there,

Just wanted to fill you on the latest news about The Cowboys of Cavern County.

The third book in the series, Two for Trinity, will be released next month. As the title suggests it's a menage story (have you noticed a pattern emerging here?)

And I've also just heard that Totally Bound want to publish the next book in the series, too. Isla's Irish Cowboy is a MF story.

I'll keep you posted :)

Take care

Friday, 25 November 2016

Cowboy Romances? YOU?

Hello again, 

With my new series, The Cowboys of Cavern County, having it's second novel published recently I thought it a good time to explain a few things...

Cowboy Romances? But you’re British!

I’ve heard this so many times I thought it a good idea to address the proclamation head-on.  The thing is I LOVE cowboy romances. Something about the smell of leather and rope, the sight of cowboy in his tight jeans, boots and hat – or even out of them ;) just does it for me.  I enjoy reading about them and I adore inventing my own and writing about them!
Okay, so it might seem a little unusual – we don’t have cowboys in the UK. I’ve been asked many times how I can write about something which is so far removed from our culture.  Here’s what I think – it doesn’t matter. There are millions of stories out there depicting myths, fantasy, the paranormal, Sci-Fi etc. I’ve never seen a dragon, a fairy, a vampire or a werewolf – that I know of – and I’m sure I’d remember if I’d ever been to the moon! I’m confident that the authors who pen those books haven’t either, but it doesn’t stop them writing about them, does it? I admit there are some ‘rules’ when writing about these things – a vampire wouldn’t be a vampire without fangs, for example – but even then rules are often made to be broken.
We’ve all heard the old adage ‘write what you know’ and in a lot of cases that’s pretty sound advice. But it’s also a good idea to write what you want to know. I have learned about everyday life on a ranch, how to lasso an object and how to crack a bullwhip (okay, so that last one may have been more to do with my BDSM novels, but you get the idea ;)). If you have an interest in something – and why would you want to write about it if you didn’t? – you take the time and trouble to find out about it. I worry so much about offending anyone by getting my facts wrong that I have studied hard to make my stories as authentic as possible, while keeping the fun and enjoyment of a fictitious story. I hope I have succeeded and that you enjoy my foray into the wild (west) side of life!

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Thursday, 24 November 2016

More about Maggie's Man...


As promised here are a couple of excerpts from my new novel, Maggie's Man...

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Maggie’s Man – Story Excerpt

They both looked up as the door opened and the local deputy, Dyson Shearer sauntered in.
“Wondered if I might find you here,” he said, nodding at Ben.
“Is everything OK?” The cowboy frowned as Dyson slid onto the stool next to him while Maggie poured another cup of coffee.
Dyson looked around and seemed glad, though not surprised, to see there were no customers about. “I had a tip-off that there was some kind of row between Rossington and Taylor last night,” Dyson told them gravely. “Sounded quite full-on from what the neighbors were saying.”
“What neighbors? Was Robert back in Pelican’s Heath last night?” Maggie felt her heart hammering at the thought that he might have been close by while she was on her own last night.”
“Tell me he wasn’t with Lorraine?” Ben’s face tightened as he fumed.
Dyson shook his head. “It happened over in Almondine.”
They both visibly relaxed a little.
“I thought Robert was meeting up with Taylor the night before?” Maggie frowned.
Dyson pursed his lip. “I guess they could have. They were definitely together last night, though. Witnesses saw them having a good ‘ole fist-fight on some wasteland behind the bank. Taylor hadn’t reported it though.”
“So he’s not claiming it was in the line of duty?” Ben scowled.
Dyson shrugged. “Wasn’t sure if either of you might know anything, that’s all.” He took another sip of his coffee.
“I know he’s planning on weddin’ Lorraine Parry this Saturday,” Ben replied, his lips tight with anger.
Dyson didn’t look surprised as he nodded. “Seems he’s been hoping to get her money out of her without actually marrying the girl, but that ain’t gonna happen. It still doesn’t explain why he’s in such a tearing hurry.”
“I don’t like it, Dyson. That fuckwad’s up to something, I just know it.”
“Something’s sure lit a fire under his ass,” Dyson agreed.
“Do you think maybe he knows Lorraine’s not so keen?” Maggie mused.
“Then surely rushing her into a last-minute arrangement is more likely to have her turn tail and run?” Ben sounded annoyed and it wasn’t hard to see why.
“So he’s taking one hell of a chance on it.” Maggie nodded. “He must be dang desperate to risk losing her all together.”
“Well if it’s just her money he’s after he must be in a real hurry to make some quick cash.” Dyson was already getting up, putting his hat back on. “I’ll do a bit more snooping. See if I can find out just what the heck he’s up to.”
“I’d be obliged if you could keep us in the loop, deputy,” Ben told him with a nod. “If there’s any way I can stop Lorraine from walking up that aisle I intend to do it, you know?”
Dyson nodded. “I know.”
Maggie and Ben stared at each other for a few moments after the deputy left.
“I’m gonna get back over to the ranch, see if I can keep an eye on Rossington,” Ben announced. “I feel happier knowing exactly where he is at all times.”
Maggie nodded as they both stood up. She felt better knowing someone had an eye on her ex, too. There was just no telling what the bastard would do next, left to his own devices.

The rest of the day dragged by for Maggie. Her mind whirled as she tried to imagine what Robert might be planning – and what hold he might have on Lorraine which would make her marry him, even though she clearly didn’t want to. It was very gracious of her to want to expose him for the fraud and cheat that he was, but surely it wasn’t worth marrying the scumbag over?
Her heart leaped a little when Aiden called her a while later. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed him, but since the other night she couldn’t get him out of her mind.
“Maggie are you OK?”
“Yeah, of course.” She slid into the kitchen to take the call.
“Ben was worried he’d upset you earlier. He can be a real dumbass at times.”
She could hear the concern in his voice. “No, I’m fine. Where are you?”
“I’m at the sheriff’s office. What time do you finish work?”
She glanced up at the clock. It had only been a couple of hours since Dyson had left them; had he unearthed something already? “About an hour’s time.”
She heard him muttering something at the other end of the phone and her stomach churned. “Aiden, is everything all right?”
“Try not to worry, darlin’ I’ll pick you up in a while.” His voice didn’t sound happy and she noticed her hand tremble as she clicked off the cell.
Luckily there weren’t many customers today and she felt like she was working on auto-pilot as she wiped down tables and forced herself to smile as she served coffee.
Aiden was true to his word and she was relieved to see his massive truck pull up in the parking lot as she locked up. He took her in his arms and hugged her tight. She could feel the desperation in his body and hoped they were going to spend the night together. The tight furrows on his brow told her it wasn’t the case though; something was very wrong.
“We have to get back to your place,” he told her, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Deputy’s waiting for us with a search warrant.”

Maggie’s Man – Adult Excerpt

“You’ve got this all worked out, haven’t you?” Maggie smirked, enjoying the fire in his eyes as he told her his news.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured, wrapping both arms around her before taking her lips in a lingering kiss which she felt right down to her private regions.
The inferno inside her was instantly stoked by her passion and she flushed.
“You getting warmer, darlin’?” He must have noticed her face.
“Yup.” She nodded.
He peeled off her cardigan before slowly unbuttoning her blouse. His hands felt warm against her skin which tingled beneath his touch. His soft lips continued their careful assault on hers and she gasped as she ran her hands through his silken hair.
“Think I’m getting a little warm in here, too,” he hinted and she giggled before carefully unfastening his shirt.
She kicked off her boots as he pulled at the zipper of her jeans, and relished the slightly cooler air on her overheated body as she stood before him in just her bra and panties.
He quirked an eyebrow at her questioningly after heeling off his own boots and her hands trembled as she reached for his tented Levi’s. Sliding a hand behind the zipper to ease it open, she felt the warm velvet of his naked cock which dripped enticingly over her fingers. She blushed at the realization that he had gone commando today and smiled at the thought. Despite the softness of his skin, his member was rock-hard, hindering her efforts to pull the zipper over it.
Aiden chuckled from deep within his throat, clearly recognizing her plight, and slowly rocked back on his heels, clenching his muscles to allow her a little room to maneuver. Maggie grinned as she managed, at last, to free his huge cock. This was certainly a problem she had never had with anyone before – and definitely not with Robert Rossington!
She knelt in front of the handsome cowboy as she peeled his Levi’s from his damp flesh, yanking them over his feet with aplomb. Looking up at him she suddenly felt a little shy. He was so gorgeous and his body was completely naked as he stood before her. She breathed him in; a heady mixture of sweat and sex and raw sensuality, the like of which she had never encountered in her life.
Licking her lips she was delighted to notice that her mouth was directly in line with his inviting member, which twitched in front of her face, beckoning her to take a taste. Her eyes momentarily flitted to where it pointed – Aiden’s handsome face which was shining down at her encouragingly.
Leaning forward very slightly she held his hips in her quivering hands and wrapped her wet lips over his helmet, marveling at how perfectly it filled her mouth. She heard a moan emanate from him, and echoed it with one of her own, feeling the vibration of her lips against his sumptuous skin. Aiden must have felt the reverberation too as he immediately ran his hands roughly through her hair with a gasp.
Empowered by his reaction she hummed one more time before pulling her mouth from the end of his cock. He jerked as though in disappointment and she quickly licked the salty length of his shaft. He seemed satisfied and continued to run his long fingers through her waves, a little more gently, as she laved his boiling member, sucking at the delicious juices which escaped its dripping slit.
“Christ, Maggie,” he whispered as her tongue rasped at his flesh, and she took his balls, one at a time, into her hot mouth.
She felt his whole body stiffen and quickly cupped her lips around the top of his cock, kneeling higher so she could feed it right down her throat.
“I’m gonna come!” Aiden flinched and loosened his grip on her scalp even more, enabling her to pull her face out of the way if she wanted to. She didn’t.
He roared his release as his boiling seed gushed down the back of her throat, thick and creamy, soothing her from the inside out, coating her innards in his nectar, his passion. Maggie had never felt so connected to anyone and she relished the feeling of being so close to Aiden. She wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time as she sensed every nuance of his reactions to her. A gush from her pussy reminded her that their actions also had ramifications on her own body, and she clenched her thighs together tightly as she felt a hot trickle run down her leg.
Eventually she felt his stiff organ become flaccid on her tongue as it shrank back a little, and she slurped the last of his juices, taking his member in her hands as she licked off the last few drops.
“That was incredible,” he whispered, his eyes still closed as he ran his finger down her cheek.
She turned her head to kiss his hand and he helped her to her feet as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled down at her. His lips crashed down over hers and he held her tight, his hot, sweaty body pressed up close to hers. His cock felt impenetrable against the softness of her pussy and she was sure he could tell just how wet her panties had become.
With one hand he unfastened the back of her bra and she gasped into his mouth at the relief as her flesh flopped free of its confines. Aiden tugged at the fabric, only allowing a tiny gap of air between them as he whipped away the offending item, before her soft skin was pressed hard up against his ripped chest.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She nodded, unable to speak. It was enough.
With one arm he swept Dyson’s notepad and pen from the desk and leaned her back over the polished wood.
Maggie balked as she leaned right back and was relieved, although a little embarrassed when she felt his fingers yank the panties from her clammy skin. As she spread her legs she could feel the slightly cooler air as it wafted over her sticky flesh and she gasped as she felt the velvet of his head as Aiden lined his member up to her welcoming hole.
“Hang on.”
She felt bereft as he quickly moved away from her and she frowned up as she watched him take a step toward his Levi’s. Thank goodness he had remembered! He was already opening the foil packet with his teeth when he returned to his position, and swiftly rolled the thin rubber over his cock before throwing her a salacious wink.
Maggie smiled at him, her chest panting hard with anticipation. She nodded to his questioning look, indicating that she was ready and he groaned as he slid his humungous member into her dripping channel. She forced herself not to tense up as she felt herself being stretched beyond belief. The pain morphed into exquisite pleasure as Aiden allowed her time to adjust to his size before slipping into a natural rhythm as he pumped harder and harder into her. She was sure she could feel him right up to her womb and she clung to his biceps, riveted firmly in position, not that she would want to move even if she could – ever.
His gorgeous face shone down at her, studying her every expression, and she occasionally lifted a hand from one of his arms to stroke his face or his hair. Keeping his weight off her body he pounded harder and deeper into her until she screamed her delight as a million stars exploded in front of her eyes. He let out a deafening roar and she felt his seed burning her womb from the confines of the rubber sack. In that moment she wouldn’t have minded if he had forgotten about the condom all together; there was nothing she would like more than to have his baby. The thought invaded her mind and she realized that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Aiden Fielding.
“I love you,” she screeched over the sound of his groan.
He was silenced in an instant as he stared down at her. “Oh my God! I love you too!” Aiden breathed the words as though his life depended on it and his expression was a mixture of wonder and relief. “I really love you, Maggie.” He whispered the words slowly and purposefully, as though willing her to understand, to believe what he was telling her.


I hope you enjoyed it - let me know what you think! Tomorrow I'll be talking about how -  and why  - a Brit like me writes Cowboy Romance. See you then...

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

New Release: Maggie's Man by Bella Settarra

Hi there,

So excited to share with you my latest release! Maggie's Man is the second in The Cowboys of Cavern County series.
Maggie’s Man
The Cowboys of Cavern County Book Two
Bella Settarra

Looks can be deceptive—but a deceitful ex with a grudge can be downright dangerous.

Maggie Welch lives in a crummy apartment while working in a run-down café in Bracken Ridge, Cavern County. Her days have recently been brightened by the handsome cowboy who has started to frequent her workplace. Unfortunately, Aiden Fielding, the wealthy rancher, can’t be anything more than a friend, though, as her demise in social standing has robbed her of the confidence and money she once had.
Aiden Fielding is smitten with Maggie and enjoys her company at the café, which has recently become his regular haunt. When he finally plucks up the courage to ask her out, they have a wonderful evening, and he is impressed that, despite her current job, she is clearly much more socially adept than he had imagined. He suspects there is more to Maggie Welch than meets the eye. A crass remark, however, seems to ruin their chances of a future together and he ends up being thrown out of her apartment.  A later attempt to help Maggie ends in disaster when she is humiliated in front of his family and dinner-party guests.
Just when things had seemed to be looking up for Maggie, it has all come crashing down again. She realizes that Aiden doesn’t see her in the way she had hoped, and when she finds him entertaining her ex-fiancé, Robert Rossington, she feels that he is certainly not the gentleman she had perceived.
She knows that Rossington is a cheat and thief – the trouble is that’s only the half of it…

Tomorrow I will be sharing an excerpt or two - stay tuned...

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

NaNoWriMo 2016 and Me

 Hi there,

National Novel Writing Month, NaNoWriMo, is held in November every year and provides a massive incentive for writers  and would-be writers  to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard).

Last year I took part for the first time and managed to pen a little over 53,000 words (the aim is to reach 50,000 words by the end of the month with any more being a bonus). The work was a Cowboy Romance which has since been added to and improved and will be published as the first of a series, hopefully at the beginning of next year.

This year I'm writing another book in my 'The Cowboys of Cavern County' series (Totally Bound Publishing) and using NaNoWriMo as an opportunity to lay down at least the first 50,000 words of a story I've been itching to write.

Unfortunately, my first day hasn't quite gone to plan, as ill  health prevented me from writing for most of the day. I did, however, manage to lay down 1,289 words which I'm really pleased with and looking forward to adding to tomorrow.

Wish me luck....


Wednesday, 31 August 2016

'In the Beginning' by Flora McGregor

Hi there,

Today it's my great pleasure to welcome the very talented Flora McGregor/Clair de Lune, who has a new release out TODAY! First let's find out a little about her...

Q: How did you come to write this story?
A: I was talking to Sage Marlowe about wolf shifters when the idea for this series came to me. I sat down to plot it, and then it took over and I began to write.

Q: What do you like most about the new series?
A: I have read a lot of Sci-fi and Fantasy, and I loved creating the new world. I had a lot of fun thinking about the characters and their roles, and researching the names.  

Q: Why do you have a new pen name?
A: This is a new genre for me, unlike most of my other books, so I decided it would be appropriate to let Flora McGregor do the writing. She will handle the Highland Wolves Series, but Clair de Lune will carry on writing.

Q: So what’s next ?
A: Prometheus in Chains will soon have another story, and Angel in Hell has a second book, at present with Siren. Highland Wolves has a second story, also plotted.

Author bio:                   
I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine. My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. I don't think it was quite the sort of book he had in mind, but all my family have been very supportive and encouraged me to carry on writing. Writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.

 In the Beginning. Highland Wolves series no 1
Erotic romance or erotica with explicit sex scenes containing adult language leaving little or nothing to the imagination. Sex in wolf form, public exhibition
   In the beginning the Goddess, Luna, honoured four wolf shifter packs with her favour. To protect them against the hunters, Luna moved her four packs deeper into the Cairngorm range. There the settlements flourished.
Balvaird leads the Brodie pack, and he's worked hard to re-establish order since he took over. Now it's time for him to find a mate. When Morag wanders onto his territory she leads him a dance and sparks fly, but it's clear they are destined for each other.
 So what can possibly go wrong? One rogue shifter is determined to have Morag for himself, but can he succeed against the will of the Goddess?

She’d better get back now. Her shift at the cookhouse started later tonight and she had chores to do before then. She turned to set off and found herself surrounded by four huge black wolves. How did they get there? I’ve never been taken unawares before. I can’t fight four of them, and they are depute law-keepers, so no point in trying to charm them. They are bi-sexual, but they can’t mate with females unless they become the LawKeeper. I wonder which territory they are from. How did I manage to stray so far?
One of them advanced toward her slowly, and then he gave the “yip” that meant “submit.” She had no choice. She couldn’t outrun them, so she dropped to her haunches and waited. He advanced toward her, circled her, sniffing her fur, and then he nipped her right ear twice,"Shift."
When she’d shifted into human form, the four did the same. She drew in a breath. Four tall, bronzed males stood before her. They were just like the depute law-keepers in her settlement. Wide, muscled chests, narrow hips, powerful thighs, and so well endowed. She lowered her eyes. It wasn’t polite to stare at a man’s private parts, but that had never stopped her and her friends from glancing and speculating.
“What are you doing in our territory, little one?” he asked. He towered over her. Six feet, eleven inches of delicious male flesh. Down, girl. He’s a depute law-keeper. One of those four is his mate. He’s not interested in me in that way. I suppose the gift of bi-sexuality and those gorgeous bodies are some compensation for the renunciation of home and family. It doesn’t stop me looking and longing, though. Auntie May’s right. I need a mate and soon.
“Who are you? I didn’t know it was your territory.” Attack is the best form of defence, after all.
“I’ll ask the questions, and, if I’m satisfied with your answers, I may well give you the information you want.”
Typical, arrogant depute law-keepers. This lot was just like the ones in Brora.
“My name is Morag of Brora.”
“My, my, you are far from home. Are there no rules in Brora about lone females straying so far from your home settlement?”
Sarcastic depute law-keeper. He knows damn well that there are. The Goddess gave the same rules to all four packs, after all. She thought about lying, but somehow she didn’t think that would be a good idea. So she fell back on what usually worked with the depute law-keepers in Brora.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said in her best girly voice. "I was so carried away by the spring and the beautiful wood that I just ran and ran without thinking.” Let’s see if that gets me anywhere.
“Did you now? Were you going anywhere in particular, or do you make a habit of this?”
“Oh no! I’m usually a good girl, but it’s spring and I needed the exercise.” She stretched and wiggled her arse, then giggled to herself. Waste of time, but it was worth a try.
“Well, Morag of Brora, there are penalties for trespassing on our lands. Come with us!”
“But, sir, I have a shift in the cookhouse tonight, and my chores to do first,” she pleaded in a breathy little voice.
“You should have thought about that earlier and returned to your settlement.” No cajoling this one.
“Yes, I know I was very foolish, sir. I won’t do it again, but it’s spring. After all that snow we had this winter, I was just aching to run the fidgets out of my hide. Don’t you ever get that urge?” she asked, dimpling up at him.
There was a snort of laughter from the other three.
“It seems we have a handful here!” one of them said.
“This one is tying you up in knots, Alex. What say we take her to DunBrodie and let the Darach deal with her? It will be amusing to see her try her tricks on him,” another suggested. Morag pouted and flounced, but it did no good. She was obliged to shift. Then the four of them, Alex in front, another behind, and the other two on either side of her, herded her through the beech woods and up into the mountains. They followed a narrow, tortuous track. Although they were forced to go in single file, there was no opportunity for her to escape. The sheer rock on one side and the steep drop on the other took care of that. She was left with no option but to keep moving forward, receiving the occasional encouraging nip if she slowed.
When they reached the settlement, the layout was exactly the same as DunBrora, so she knew where the Darach would be. This is going to take forever, and Auntie May is going to have my hide if I’m late. This stuffy old man is going to be slower than a snail. I bet he’s on his last legs. He’s going to want to know all about me, and I don’t have the time. How am I going to get out of this?
© Flora McGregor, Siren publishing 2016
“Because I’m your mate and I can read your emotions.”
Auntie May told me this would happen when I found my mate, but boy is it inconvenient.
“Does it work both ways?" She inquired, striving for a nonchalant tone.
“Oh, yes, of course it does. You just have to get used to it. Look at me and tell me what I’m feeling.”
She looked into his eyes and felt the colour flood her face, again.
“Oh,” she breathed.
“Just so. I’m well pleased with my mate, our love-making, and I’m aching to take you again. Did I say I love the way you colour up?”
She swatted him playfully, and he caught her arm, swinging her round into his embrace.
“Careful, little one. I’m horny and if you get too playful, I shall find a quiet spot and demonstrate what else I can do,” he warned her.
She felt excitement flood her body and she shivered in anticipation. Her legs trembled, but she took long, deep breaths to calm herself. This will never do. He’s not getting it all his own way, if I have anything to do with it.
“Will you now? Well, we’d better get along and bathe. It’s time for the pack run, soon,” she said. Why on earth did I say that?
“Oh, I know that, little one.”
She tossed her head, flicked her hair back over her shoulders, and stalked ahead of him. She heard his amused chuckle, and she vowed he’d pay.
When they reached the bath-house, the black wolf shifted to human form, fully intending, it seemed, to watch over his Darach. Balvaird smiled at the woman in charge and whispered in her ear. She directed a startled glance in Morag’s direction, but she said nothing. What’s he plotting now?
She soon found out. The woman attendant led them to an area of the bath-house that Morag had never visited. There were cubicles with large tubs and curtains to ensure privacy. Morag’s eyes grew round. Balvaird selected one and stood back to allow Morag to precede him. He followed her in and, nodding to his depute law-keeper who remained outside, drew the curtain across the entrance.
He turned on the taps and then, taking off his clothes, placed them on the bench. He leaned over to test the water. He displayed a muscular backside and round, heavy balls as he bent much further over than was necessary, in her opinion. She sucked in a breath and ground her teeth. He’s messing with me. Drat him. I’ll give him some of his own medicine.
Balvaird settled in the bath and watched her. He looked supremely at his ease with a satisfied smirk on his face. She’d soon change that. Slowly, she started to undo the buttons on her shirt, starting to pull it off, but then stopped. Changing her mind, she pretended to arrange her towel on the bench and look for a peg on which to hang her clothes. Finding none, she’d be obliged to fold them, and a wicked thought occurred to her. She turned her back on Balvaird. As she slowly pushed her skirt down over her hips, she removed her knickers stepping daintily out of them both. Letting fall her skirt and knickers, she bent from the waist to pick them up and heard Balvaird draw in a breath. She well knew what was on display to tempt him. She folded her skirt and placed it on the bench, and then she repeated the pantomime with her knickers. She heard him growl a warning.
“Be careful what you are about, little one.”
She shrugged her shoulders, turned toward him, and oh so slowly removed her blouse. She folded it and placed it on the bench with her skirt and knickers. She turned to face him and stretched her arms way above her head. Before she realized what he was about, he’d leaped out of the bath and seized her. He threw her over his shoulder and returned to the water, allowing her to slide down his length as he stood in the hot, soapy suds. As she slid down his lean, wet body, she met his cock, which was fully erect, and she gasped.
“Now you’re going to relieve the pain you’ve caused,” he said gruffly. He turned her and placed her on her knees in the water. She grasped the sides of the tub. He knelt behind her, his cock demanding entrance, but he wasn’t quite ready. He bent over and bit her shoulder. He found her breasts with his hands, and pinching, pulling, and tweaking, he drove her so wild that she pushed her hips into him and he chuckled.
“Teasing is a two-edged sword, as you are about to find out, little one.”
He grasped her hips and pushed his cock between her swollen pussy lips. She was wet and slick, and he entered her easily. She felt so full. When he withdrew, his dick slid over some part of her and the sensation of pleasure was heightened.
© Flora McGregor, Siren Publishing 2016

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