Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Wicked Women Wednesday Post - Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne

     I seem to be doing not only a lot of stories about BDSM but also about alternative lifestyles. It’s Wicked Women Wednesday and today I thought I’d bring you a taste of something that’s coming up with Rebel Ink Press in January. No cover yet as this one has been tough to tackle. Why? I think because it has lots of scenarios. It’s about a girl just getting out of a difficult relationship – abusive and she’s always hungered for BDSM and a very different relationship. Hence her three best guy friends who also happen to be lovers. Well…  You know I tend to write about ménage quite a bit and I love same sex relationships so for me a polyamory situation would be perfect. Is it traditional? Of course not and of course my personal choice is to have more than one man but that’s a difficult situation to be in if you’re a heterosexual man. I have talked to in truth NONE who would go for it – shame.

     Does it really threaten your masculinity? I think for some maybe and then there’s the control issue. In this situation it’s tackled because there is truly one Master and he rules the household. Could you even engage in a situation and try it? I’ve talked to only a few and sadly many feel they need to be relegated to their own society of sorts where polyamory relationships outnumber traditional ones.  I suppose if there are children involved this might come to pass but I’m not sure its better for them. Again I think we all have some erotic desires we’re terrified to tell even our partner or our best friend. So I ask you – could you unleash the demon inside of you and allow him or her to play? See what you think…

Ariana Tempest’s divorce from her abusive husband wasn’t even final but Randi knew that she had to bring her best friend out of her depression. Stealing her diary, Randi learned about her cravings for kinky acts and her lust for three men. Chaz, Shane and Galen had been their friends for years. They were professionals, roommates and secret lovers. Determined to make Ariana’s fantasies come true, she enlisted the help of the men through blackmail. Unfortunately she had no idea how many demons she unleashed.

Galen Patterson hid from the man he used to be, a past so horrendous he was unable to admit the truth. When faced with the game and Ariana’s need to become a submissive, controlled by a Master, he wasn’t certain he could handle returning to his private hell. After being convinced by his lovers that this would help in the healing process they entered into a single night of sexual exploration and a beginning. But was it the beginning of the end?

Ariana allowed herself to explore his most hidden desires, hungering for more. That is until the nefarious game was revealed. Hurt at their betrayal, she raced home only to find her soon to be ex, Nick waiting inside, begging for forgiveness but his beast hid just below the surface. Little did she know that dark secrets threatened all of them in ways that could haunt her for the rest of her life. Would she believe Nick or the man she’d fallen in love with?

EXCERPT - unedited
     For the second time in one day, Ariana stood staring at herself dressed in the most seductive clothing that she had ever seen let alone worn. “I can’t do this.” Yes, you can. She shivered as she gazed down the length of the sexy scarlet outfit that was complete with filmy panties and a see through bodice. The scandalous costume could quite possibly send any man into a rage of hunger and need. Diego had brought the slinky piece from his club. This is what his dancers wear? Holy shit! Oh, there was nothing like owning a strip club to have access to the kinkiest props. Props, yeah, that’s exactly what the outfit was. She nibbled her lip and turned around, her eyes settling on what she normally considered imperfections. “Hmmm…” The saucy little number somehow fit her perfectly. However, the activity they had mentioned somehow frazzled her last nerve.
     She was supposed to dance with this on and strip while they took pictures? This is insane. Okay, so the entire event she had even laid out in her diary. Damn, it was like they knew. Never in a million years would she have honestly thought about doing something, at least in real life. Ariana sighed and brushed her hands down from the nape of her neck to the swell of her breasts. Slipping her hand inside she pinched her nipple as a simple reminder that she craved this. “You can do this girl. It’s just the boys. It’ll be fun.” Just the boys? How and when did they suddenly decide they wanted to fuck her?
     Granted, the delicious concept was her inner most burning desire but God oh mighty. Talk about going from the slow lane to the Indianapolis 500 in the blink of an eye. She sniffled, raised the crinkled ruffles and turned to catch a glimpse of her fiery red ass. Man, Galen knew how to spank. She tingled just remembering the power of his hand. Okay, so the stunning creatures knew more about her than she realized. Were her wild fantasies written all over her face? Were they really going to seduce her? Mmmm...the wicked and scintillating thought made her nipples rock hard. Lordy, this was nothing but sin. Pure sin. She grinned. Why lie to the sinful girl side of her persona any longer? Ariana wanted to be naughty and no longer nice. She wanted to be wicked as sin. Be the fantasy girl.
     The tap on the door dragged her attention back into reality and her legs quaked.
     “Come in,” she said quietly.
     Diego walked in and the second he saw her in the outfit, the bulge in his pants pressed against his tight jeans. Wincing, he shifted his weight and shook his head. “Shit girl! You look incredible. Hot! Wow! I mean...Jesus Christ. You can dance at my club any time, sweetie.” Taking his time as he licked his lips, he gazed down the length of her to the tips of her painted toes and very slowly back up, swallowing hard.
     Ariana glanced down and back up. Feeling a trickle of juice ooze into her tiny thong as his cock throbbed and a single bead of perspiration trickled down his cheek, she pursed her lips. She garnered just enough control of her nerves that when she spoke, her voice was lilted with a husky desire. “Can I ask you something?” In that blazing moment of seeing the feral and wolf like look on his face, she knew what she wanted to do. There was some delightful reason she had been called into their den of lust. It was as if she was finally throwing all inhibitions to the wind or perhaps the costume allowed her to be the wild, wicked girl that she was not. On that night, Ariana planned on having each man fulfill her kinkiest sexual fantasies and she was going to do her best to devour them. Now or never.
     “Sure.” He set the glass of wine down and coughed. A flush rose across his cheeks, yet his eyes remained on her breasts. “Anything.”
     “Do you want to fuck me?”
     “I asked do you, Diego Cartera, do…you…want to fuck me?” She had to admit she loved the stunned look on his face. Sauntering closer to him she feathered a single finger down his chest very slowly. “Or maybe I should ask, would you like for me to ease your pain just a little? You know, as only a real woman could do?” Deliberately she pushed her finger past her swollen lips, suckling the lithe digit for long and dangerous moments making it good and slippery. Finally sliding the tip down to the waistband of his jeans, she purred, kitten-in-a-bowl-of-milk style, hovering just for a second until she allowed it to travel down further. “As in, would you like for me to wrap my hot mouth over your big juicy dick and suck?” Ariana reached his throbbing cock and grazed her hand back and forth across the dense material of his jeans until he moaned.
     Diego sputtered. “I...I...”
     Ariana unfastened his button and unzipped his jeans with methodical little fingers. God, she loved the look of the man. He was gorgeous with a dark and hungry sex appeal. Every part of his body from his long midnight locks to his carved body was sultry. Every time they were in public together, Diego had every woman swooning with just a single flash of his sensuous eyes and the swing of his shining jet-black hair. Yet, she was making him come undone with her nefarious little actions. “Do you want me to suck you until you cum into my hot...wet...mouth?” Reaching her hand inside she cooed as she grasped his hard cock, releasing it from its tight binds. She knew he hated underwear and the thought had always made her wet. At that moment, she was drenched. Slicing her gaze into his eyes she waited until he finally spoke.
     Diego shivered and looked down at her as he inhaled deeply. “You want this? I mean...I... Sweet Jesus.”
     As if to answer, Ariana dropped to her knees, tugging his jeans down to his thighs and taking his thick shaft into one hand while she cupped his balls in the other. “Does that answer the question?” She purred, eased all the way between his legs and darted her tongue out for one sensuous, fiery swipe.
      “Dear God. Please sugar, suck my cock,” he mumbled and closed his eyes, tipping his head back.
     Needing no further encouragement, she puffed a single breath of wet heat against his swollen tip and took one long languishing lick across his sensitive slit. He panted as she squeezed his balls and giving him a sultry look, she took the entire head into her mouth, sucking and glazing her tongue around the tangy treat in slow and deliberate circles. It had been so long since she had suckled a man that she was afraid she had forgotten how, but the way Diego moaned and his legs quivered, she knew better. Her naughty girl actions were already forcing the man to pant. Stealing a glance, Ariana relished the flush on his face.
     Diego stared down at her, his eyes glassy. “Oh baby, you’re so very naughty.” He threw his head back and laughed, a clear look of embarrassment and titillation riding his face.
     Ariana giggled and slid her tongue down the length of him, savoring his woodsy scent and musky taste. He was salty and sweet, just like a frozen treat on summer day. Yummy goodness. She licked and nibbled down to the base. His soft fur tickled her nose. Darting her tongue out she traced a circle around each swollen ball, finally taking one into her mouth. She whimpered and sucked him gently, rolling her tongue around his tender flesh. Laving the taste that only a man can give, a treat meant for a feast, she cooed, every part of her body tingling with desire.
     He groaned and grabbed for the door jam, almost losing his balance. “Jesus, you are……crazy,” he stuttered as he gripped the frame tightly, clawing the wood. “Ariana...shit. I won’t...last long.”



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