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New Release! Bound and Breathless: Passionate Kink by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #kink #bdsm #dominance #submission #bondage #analsex #nippleclamps #buttplug #flogging #femdom #cutting #electricplay #humiliation #cuckold #fantasy #spanking #caning #polyamory

Bound and BreathlessBlurb

For some people, kink is a game, a way to spice up sex by adding a hint of taboo. This book isn’t about those people.

These stories dig deeper, baring souls, exposing the heady thrill of power and surrender, intimacy and complicity. In the passionate dance of dominant and submissive, there is no tomorrow. There is only now, balanced between pleasure and pain, breathless with forbidden possibilities.

Buy Links

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097HJYMFC/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B097HJYMFC/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B097HJYMFC/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B097HJYMFC/

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Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58372150-bound-and-breathless

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R-Rated Excerpt – from Just a Spanking

I am dressed as he requires, short skirt with no panties, silk blouse with no bra, and my favorite lace-up boots. I fidget on the seat as he drives up 101. The plastic is sticky against my bare skin and getting stickier by the minute. He stubbornly keeps his eyes on the road.

I part my thighs. The car fills with the ripe scent of my pussy. His nostrils twitch but otherwise he ignores me. My nipples feel as huge and hungry as they do when he winds them with rubber bands. I try to keep still. Each whisper of silk across my breasts makes my cunt clench and weep.

He opens the car door – a gentleman Dom – and helps me out. The brief contact of palm on palm makes me shudder with want. I follow him up the stairs to his apartment, watching his strong buttocks shift in his trousers as he climbs. I think about how they tense and relax when he fucks me. I’m panting by the time we reach the third floor, but not from exertion.

The door swings open. He steps aside, gesturing for me to enter. Normally he’d have me pressed against the wall, knee in my crotch and hands under my blouse, before the lock clicked shut. Today he simply stands beside me, a half-smile on his full lips, as I survey the familiar room.

He has already set things up. In the dining area, the table has been pushed out of the way. Two of the chairs face us, side by side, flanked on the left by the ottoman that normally sits in front of the armchair. That armchair is the usual location for his spankings, but I can see that tonight will be different. He’s trying to minimize my contact with his body. Clever man.

“Strip,” he orders, as he has so many times before. My heart somersaults in my chest, as it always does. He seats himself in the middle chair to watch me remove the few clothes I’m wearing.

I can feel the weight of his eyes, tracing my curves, lingering on my swelling breasts. I move as slowly and sensuously as I can, working to arouse him, to undermine his resolution not to touch me. His pants are loose. I can’t really tell whether his cock is hard, but his lips are parted and there’s a flush on his cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Becca,” he warns. “No teasing, or you’ll get the cane after I’m finished with your spanking. In fact, you’re guaranteed the cane if you’re not naked in ten seconds.”

His threat has the desired effect. I tear off my blouse and a button goes flying into the corner. I don’t care. I stand naked before him, awaiting his instructions.

He makes me wait. Heat shimmers through me. Blood pounds in my ears. I study my toes and listen to my breath. Fear and excitement co-mingle, until I can’t tell one from the other. My bratty determination to make him touch me fades away, although my clit still throbs and my juices trickle down my thighs. All I want is to please him. I’ll wait forever if that is what it takes. Indeed, a part of me would rather wait than know what comes next.

“All right, Rebecca,” he says finally. “Kneel on the footstool and stretch your body across my legs.”

I look up to find that he has placed one of the throw pillows on his lap. I understand that he wants a barrier between my body and his possible erection. Plus the cushion is too soft to provide much friction. Obviously he has planned this carefully. I would not have expected less from him.

I am awkward as I clamber onto the ottoman and spread my body across his lap. The padded stool is the perfect height. When I bend at the hip, my belly rests on the cushion and my ass is in air, just to the right of his body. I rest my chest on the chair to his left, cradling my head in my crossed arms. I’m not uncomfortable. I feel stable and well-supported.

“Thighs together. That’s right. Bring your knees closer to the chair. Good.” I comply as promptly as I can. The shift raises my butt higher. I’m totally accessible. Completely vulnerable.

It’s delicious.

Usually he warms me up when he’s about to spank me. He will stroke and knead my buttocks, then pinch me hard just as I am starting to relax. More often than not he’ll slip a blunt finger between my cheeks and swirl it around in my pussy. He’ll tell me what a pervert I am, to be so wet at the mere thought of being beaten. I’ll be torn between embarrassment and pride. I know that this is one reason why he wants me.

Tonight, though, the only warm up is more waiting. He doesn’t touch me, though I can feel his eyes like ghostly fingers on my exposed flesh. My cunt feels heavy and swollen, pressed against the cushion. I shift my position the tiniest bit and pleasure sparks from my clit to my nipples and back again in a maddening cycle.

“Be still,” he orders. “No squirming around. No humping the pillow. This is a spanking, pure and simple. You may yell or cry as much as you want. But I don’t want you to move. That will spoil it.”

There’s menace in his voice, and promise. We are about to embark on a new adventure together.

“Do you understand?”

I’m sure he feels me tremble as I nod, but he doesn’t chide me. Instead he brings the flat of his hand down hard on my ass.

“Ow!” I’m startled more than hurt. The sting races like a wildfire from my cheek to my clit. The swollen nub compressed between my thighs is a red hot coal. “Ouch!” Before the echoes die he lands another blow, sharp and precise, on the opposite mound. Brief pain flares before pleasure drowns it.

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

New Release! Mastering Maya: A BDSM Erotic Romance by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #BDSM #Dominance #Submission #Bondage #Discipline #KinkCommunity #Dominatrix #Femdom #Switch #Safeword #Consent #Boston

Mastering MayaBlurb

Mistress Maya’s precise discipline and unshakable self-possession are legendary in the Boston kink community. Newcomer Dom Shark is fascinated by her beauty and power from the moment he sees her flogging a sub at Club Inferno. Behind the Ice Queen’s mask of perfect control, he senses a spirit aching to submit. He’s determined to break through her defenses and bring her the same release she grants to the lucky slaves she tops.

When Maya dismisses Master Shark as young and inexperienced, he offers her a challenge: a night together, during which he’ll show her what it means to be mastered. If he fails to bring her to new heights of bliss, he agrees to become her slave.

Can he make Maya trust him enough to surrender? Or will the flawless, untouchable dominatrix take possession of his body as well as his heart?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/8574-mastering-maya-a-bdsm-erotic-romance/

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08SKJQFZ8

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08SKJQFZ8

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063272

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mastering-maya-lisabet-sarai/1138601539?ean=2940164780654

Kobo –  https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/mastering-maya-a-bdsm-erotic-romance

Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56610584-mastering-maya

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Excerpt

While washing the stickiness from her hands, she surveyed herself in the mirror. Milk-white skin and ebony hair from her Black Irish father, cut severely to the level of her jaw; high cheekbones and plump lips from her Lebanese mother. Her nose was a bit prominent, and a few tiny lines decorated the corners of her green eyes, but, all in all, she approved. Not too bad for a thirty-six-year-old broad. Most of all, she liked the strength she saw in her expression. She lived her own life. She made her own decisions. She controlled herself. No one else could step in and take that control away.

But that strange Dom…

She’d felt oddly transparent under his scrutiny. It had been unsettling, but exciting, too. The challenge in his eyes had been too blatant to miss. He wanted her. He wanted to play.

A vision seized her—the nameless stranger bent naked over the foot board of her bed, with his arms spread wide and his wrists roped to the bedposts. Tattoos would wind around his biceps—barbed wire, or perhaps Celtic patterns. His taut, round butt elevated by pillows, he’d beg her to fuck him. She’d beat him first, though, marking his long thighs with her crop, paddling his butt cheeks to the color of raw hamburger. Maybe she’d clip weights to his scrotum and nipples, or trap his swollen prick in a tight leather cage.

And he’d plead for more—more pain, more humiliation, more proof of her power. She’d never head his voice but she imagined it, deep and a bit gravelly, a contrast with his James Dean bad-boy appearance. It would be so sweet, finally giving him what he craved, donning her harness and driving her prick into his ass.

The image was so vivid! She dimly realized that she’d sunk to her haunches, her thighs splayed open, just inside the ladies’ room door. Three fingers of one hand were buried in her cunt. With her other, she plucked at her nipples through her bra, twisting them almost as hard as she imagined doing to the stranger.

She settled the pad of her thumb against her clit, while her fingers delved deeper. She was already close to the edge, self-stimulation combining with fantasy to ramp her back to the brink where James had left her, only ten minutes before.

Someone will see…

She arched her back, screwing the stranger Dom for all she was worth. The knob near the base of her dildo rubbed over her clit as she rammed into him, giving him what they both craved. He whimpered with pleasure, his strong body totally open to her power.

You’re losing control…

Doubts buzzed like mosquitoes, distracting her from her pleasure. She focused on her fantasy sub, reading his body language, sure that he wanted more. He tightened his butt around her silicone cock, transmitting the pressure to her sensitized tissues. “You’re mine,” she cried in her daydream, drilling into his ass as though to tear him open.

You’re mine.

The thought intruded. It was Roger’s voice at first, warm and cultured, seductive and treacherous. Then it deepened and grew rougher. All at once, her fantasy shifted.

She was the one tied spread-eagled with her ass in the air, not just her wrists but her ankles too, the ropes so tight she could scarcely move. Her shoulders ached with the pull of the bonds. Her cunt dripped onto the carpet. A blindfold hid her tormentor but she couldn’t ignore his fingers, poking into her to gather her pussy juice then smearing it over her anus. The rude fingers probed, loosening her, triggering sharp stabs of delight. She contracted her muscles, trying futilely to keep him out, but the fingers dancing in her cunt melted any determination to resist. “You’re mine,” he repeated, whoever he was, rubbing the knob of his huge-seeming cock against her back entrance. “Let me in.”

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Christmas Break and Various Book News #reverseharem #christmas #holiday #pnr #femdom #bdsm

Hey lovelies,

I’ve been super busy in this lead up to the Christmas break, so I’m now enjoying a well-earned rest! 🙂

But it’s been worthwhile, because it means I have a couple of pieces of bookish news for you:

  • Moonstone and Snowbound have now left Kindle Unlimited and are available at most retailers
  • I received the rights back to my older titles, Cupid and Testing Tom, and have re-edited and made them available with luscious new covers and lower prices

I hope you have a safe and restful festive period, and here’s to a better 2021 for all of us.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Le Buzz Du Moment Has Had a Price Reduction! #french #francais #romance #femdom #ku #kindleunlimited

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce that the French version of my femdom short story, The Next Big Thing, has now been reduced in price – to just 99c/p. So, if you prefer to read in French, or know someone who does, now’s the time! Please do share with anyone you think might be interested.

Blurb:

La vie de Catriona part en vrille. Banquière d’investissement prospère avec un appartement qui donne sur la Tamise et un compte en banque bien garni, elle se retrouve la seconde d’après un auteur célèbre. Enfin, plus ou moins célèbre : elle a bel et bien écrit un roman érotique penchant sur le femdom…mais sous un pseudonyme, donc personne ne sait réellement que c’est elle. Son éditeur a un peu abusé du marketing, louant son livre comme étant Le Buzz Du Moment, à son grand désarroi. Surtout parce qu’elle n’a aucune expérience de ce qu’elle a écrit.

Le jour du lancement, la curiosité l’emporte et elle se rend dans une librairie très fréquentée de Londres, faisant la queue pour obtenir son exemplaire, en dépit de la boîte de copies d’auteur fourrée au fond de sa garde-robe.

Là, elle rencontre Elijah. Lors de leur bavardage anodin, ce jeune homme lui admet qu’il s’intéresse à la domination par une femme…et là, tout change et leur rencontre fortuite leur ouvre la voie à bien plus encore, donnant à Catriona l’occasion de faire l’expérience de choses qui ne furent que fantasmes par le passé—sans parler de l’inspiration dont elle a besoin pour écrire la suite que son éditeur lui réclame de vive voix.

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Happy Reading!

Lucy x

La novedad más esperada Has Had a Price Reduction! #spanish #espanol #romance #femdom #ku #kindleunlimited

Hi everyone,

I hope you are all keeping safe and well in these horrible and worrying times.

Just a note to let you know I’ve reduced the price on my Spanish translation of The Next Big Thing – my femdom short story. It’s also in Kindle Unlimited. So if you, or someone you know, prefers to read in Spanish, it’s now much cheaper. Please do spread the word, if you can. Thank you!

Blurb:

La vida de Catriona está descontrolada. Un instante es una exitosa banquera de inversiones con un piso a orillas del Támesis y una cuenta bancaria saneada, y al siguiente se ha convertido en una famosa autora. Bueno, más o menos. Ha escrito una novela de dominación femenina usando un pseudónimo, así que nadie sabe que fue ella. Su editorial se ha volcado en la campaña publicitaria, proclamando que su libro es “la novedad más esperada” y Catriona no consigue salir de su asombro. Especialmente porque ella no ha hecho ninguna de las cosas que ha descrito en su libro.

El día del lanzamiento del libro la puede la curiosidad, se va a una concurrida librería londinense y hace cola para comprarse un ejemplar, a pesar de tener una caja llena de copias de autor metida en el fondo de su armario. Allí conoce a Elijah. Todo cambia cuando durante su charla anodina él admite que está interesado en la dominación femenina, y su encuentro casual lleva a mucho más, ofreciéndole a Catriona la oportunidad de experimentar cosas sobre las que hasta entonces solo había fantaseado, además de la inspiración que necesita para escribir la secuela que su editor le está reclamando a voces.

Buy here, or read in Kindle Unlimited: http://mybook.to/lanovedadmasesperada

Happy Reading, and Stay Safe!

Lucy x

D&S Duos Book 5 by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Femdom #BDSM #Spanking #Flogging #Bondage #Prostitution #Amsterdam #Mistress

Blurb

Powerful women take control in this fifth volume of Lisabet Sarai’s D&S Duos series. In “Shades of Red”, a young woman vacationing in Amsterdam rents a room in the fabled red light district and discovers the thrill of dominating a willing male. In “Poker Night”, a God-fearing, working class guy visits his Mistress to satisfy his secret, shameful needs. Also includes a sizzling F/m excerpt from The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/6852-ds-duos-book-5-/

Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086LCM1W9

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B086LCM1W9

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1012222

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/d-s-duos-book-5-lisabet-sarai/1136765078?ean=2940164018559

Kobo –  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/d-s-duos-book-5

Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/52907498-d-s-duos-book-5

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X-rated Excerpt

She retrieved the cane from the wall. “This should do the trick.” The flexible rattan rod whistled through the air as she warmed up. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end at the sound. His balls tightened into aching knots.

“Open your thighs wider. And bend over so the fabric’s stretched tight across your butt. That’s good.”

Jack trembled, off-balance, waiting for the first stroke. Leaning forward, he found that the padded cuffs around his wrists supported most of his weight. Then again, he felt as though the lump of granite jutting from his crotch would be heavy enough to drag him to the floor.

He had been hard half an hour before he left the poker game, knowing that this would be his final destination. He hoped nobody had noticed his boner when he got up to leave. Early delivery at the store, he’d told them. Need to get my sleep.

All the last week he’d been harried by anxious dreams, but he’d sleep soundly tonight. He always did, after a session.

“Ready, baby?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured. Still the pain surprised, biting into his flesh as though his ass was totally bare.

“Ow!” he yelled. He had time for two deep breaths before she slashed at him again. His cock jerked against the cotton that bound it against his belly, threatening to explode. The cane left tracks of fire burning across his buttocks. The agony spread and mutated, merging with the awful pressure in his bladder.

Each searing stroke hurt more than the last. He was shaking, near tears, from the excruciating pain and the effort of staying in control. Yet, when she paused to get her breath, he craved another stroke. The pain was almost unbearable, but its loss was worse still.

She might have read his mind.

“Enough, baby?”

Jack was silent, overwhelmed with shame. He didn’t want to admit it, his weakness, his sickness.

“Answer me, boy. Have you had enough of my cane? Or do you want more?”

The authority in her voice sent a delicious chill up his spine. Did it even matter what he wanted? He was in her power. Everything was up to her.

“No answer. I guess that means you’re done, that you can’t take anymore—”

“No…more…” The croaking voice seemed to belong to someone else.

“What was that?”

“More. Please, Ma’am. Give me more.”

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh