Saturday Spankings, October 11th

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Hi! Fancy meeting you here. I’m new to Saturday Spankings but once upon a time, many moons ago, on a different blog, I used to participate in Six Sentence Sunday. I enjoyed doing that and missed it when it stopped. The other day, on a wistful whim, I started poking around on Google to see if anyone had put Six Sentence Sunday back into action. I came across a post from another author suggesting for those of us who enjoyed SSS and didn’t mind a little naughty stuff, to hop on over to Saturday Spankings and give it a try. So… here I am.

While I don’t often use spankings in my stories, this sounds like fun so I’m not going to shy away. Here goes…

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Zach pulled me toward the right and I followed willingly. I could feel him sit, presumably on the couch and the butterflies fluttered through my midsection. He forced me down over his lap in a position that I hadn’t expected. My stomach rested against his naked thighs and I could feel his hard length teasing my side. My arms hung over the edge leaving me completely at his mercy.
“What are you doing?”
“Punishing you for being such a naughty girl. I should have done this a long time ago.”

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FIRE AND ICE by Maya DeLeina

 

Fire and Ice

 

Seasons of the Vampire I

 

Title:  Fire
and Ice
Series: Seasons of the Vampire I
Author: Maya DeLeina

 

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Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time
before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow
hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor
visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her
vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.
A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel
has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin
nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson James peaks her curiosity—his
valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.
For three days and nights, passions are
unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks,
Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that
leaves her questioning her sanity.

Fast forward years later and Noel is in the
southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her
husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever
anticipated.

In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s
ecstasy resurrects.
And so does the Vampire.  

 

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was
in me an invincible summer.” 
-Albert Camus 

Story Excerpt:

Dark yet welcoming, the restaurant pulled them in with its
ambiance.
The plastered walls were sponged in color blocks of a deep red and
black. The ceilings were painted in a high polish black and stone black tile
lined the floor. Striking kabuki masks and detailed silk kimono robes lined the
walls.
The women shared the restaurant with no one except the spiciness
of sriracha seasonings and robust scent of the rich soy sauce that filled the
air. They sat on their high top stools at the bar, enjoying the food and the
reprieve from the heat. 
“Air conditioning is nice, huh?” Noel asked.
“Yes, I’ll give you that. I forgot how sticky this weather can be.
I think we have to get used to having bad hair and make up days.”
 
“I think you’re right.”
Suzanne finished sipping the last of the broth. “The soup is
amazing. It’s not the kind of cuisine I had in mind for our vacation in Key
West, though.”
“I had no clue this was even here. But, I needed this…helped with
my hangover.”
“Feel better?”
“Absolutely. I think I can tackle a Sandhill Hooker shot or two
today. After all, we are on the infamous Duval Street.”
“Okay, pickle juice that way…now you’re talking.”
She looked around the place and smiled. “It’s pretty cool in
here.”
Suzanne leaned her head back. “And look at how high the ceiling
is. I like all that exposed ductwork. I wonder what this place was before?”
“This used to be a club,” said the waitress as she carried in a
case of liquor from the kitchen to the bar.
“This was a club?” Suzanne asked.
“Yeah. You two new to Key West?”
“First time here.”
Noel sat quietly listening to the conversation unfold between
Suzanne and the waitress.
“You want a little history on this building you won’t hear about
on any tour guide?” The waitress asked as she unpacked the box and carefully
placed the bottles on the lighted shelves behind the bar.
“Sure.”
“This restaurant and the entire vacant spot next door used to be
one big club.” The waitress turned around and pointed towards the ceiling. “There
was an entire second floor up there. The owners of the restaurant demolished it
since the place is small and narrow. The height makes it feel spacious. You can
sorta tell how it looked like the second floor with that small area they kept
above the kitchen. The red spiral staircase you see leading up to that
area…that’s original to the building.”
“Yeah, taking the second floor out does make it feel bigger. So
the club must’ve been packed all the time to have two floors, huh?”
The waitress laughed and leaned against the counter. “They didn’t
advertise.  And you notice it’s off of
Duval right?”
The women nodded.
“Not much foot traffic on this street like Duval. This was the
hush-hush place. You had to get invited. Secret door knock and password would
let you in—extremely private and exclusive.”
“You ever get invited?”
“Oh, God, no. I have no idea who
got invited, but I wasn’t one of them. In fact, I never knew the club existed
until a friend told me that the owners were going to put the building up for
sale a few years ago. I was like, ‘what
club?
’ And the thing was, I walked past the place many times and always
thought it was an abandoned building.”
“So what was the deal? Why was it private? What went on?”
“Rumors claimed it as an adult playground.”
“If the place was still in operation, somehow I know Suzanne would
get an invite,” Noel chimed in.
Suzanne flashed a wicked smile.
“Possibly,” the waitress said. “Get’s your thoughts going, right?
Like, what exactly happened in there? Who went there? But the one thing I was
always curious about was seeing the place. They say it was like being on
another planet.” 
Noel awaited a break in the conversation to jump back in with her
questions. But movement from out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
She snapped her head to look at the loft area and gasped. 
“What?” the waitress asked in a concerning tone.
She scanned the area in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” Suzanne asked.
“I-I thought I saw something up there.”
 The waitress peered into
the kitchen. “Can’t be. No one else is here except Jesse and he’s at sink.”
“What’s that door up there?”
“That’s the access point to the space next door, but its sealed
shut from the other side. Trust me. I’ve tried to see if I could get in to
sneak a peek.” 
“What is it that you think you saw?” Suzanne asked.
She shrugged her shoulders as goose bumps paraded along her skin.
The same feeling stirred again—as if she were being watched. “I thought I saw
someone looking down on us from that railing.”
Suzanne turned to the waitress. “We partied a bit last night.”
“That tends to happen in Key West.”
“I think we’ll take the check and I’ll get this one out for some
much needed fresh air and vitamin D.”
“Sure thing.”
“I’m not crazy, Suzanne,” she whispered as she reached for her
purse.
“I didn’t say you were. I just think you need to get outside.”
“Sammy told you right?”
“What?”
“The boat? Me freaking out that someone was watching me last
night?”
“Yes. But, honey, I think you’re just thinking of Dante being in
this place and visualizing him. That’s all.”
The waitress slid the check across the counter and Suzanne
immediately snatched it up. “My treat. You get drinks tonight.”
“Thanks.”
Suzanne placed the cash on top of counter. “Keep the change,
darling. Thanks for the 411 on this place. Very interesting.”
“No problem. You guys go have fun.”



 About Maya DeLeina:

Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren,  Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Born and raised on the Hawaiian island of Oahu, Maya could be seen at her
favorite beach, Lanikai, performing with an all-girl band where she played
keyboards, guitar and provided vocals, working as editor in her high school’s
yearbook and volunteering her time at a humane society through UH of Manoa
civic groups.
In 2006, Maya relocated to Colorado. Her crystal blue oceans, waterfalls and
eighty-degree year-round weather were traded for four season weather,
enchanting forests and majestic mountains, which led to her rekindled love for
vampires.
In winter of 2010, she penned her first manuscript and by 2011, Flesh Fantasy was
under contract and released by Siren Publishing. To date, Maya’s titles
includes Flesh Fantasy, Veil of Seduction, Blood of Luna, and Dark Companion, with Fire
and Ice
and Crimson Snow being
added to her bookshelf by the end of 2014.
In mid 2014, she banded with other Colorado romance authors to form the group, Mile High
Muses,
in
which Maya serves as “The Vamp”. Catch her Forbidden Fruit Friday blog and guests she hosts
on Sultry Saturdays
Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her sexy vampires to
life, Maya and her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn’s music video “Blessing
Moon”
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WIP Wednesday, October 8th

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Welcome to WIP Wednesday and thank you, Melody, for hosting this fun blog hop. I’m grateful for the opportunity to participate and share my little teasers amongst some very talented authors. For anyone who doesn’t know, WIP Wednesday is an opportunity to share a little sneak peek from our current work-in-progress. They are likely to change as they make their way down the writing path, but it’s still exciting to get that first glimpse into a story as it takes shape.

Over the past two weeks, I have been focusing my attention on the Halloween anthology titled Corrupted Desires that I have been fortunate to be a part of. I’m really excited about the upcoming release of this free ebook but I’ve gone back and forth quite a lot in whether I should share another little peek at my story, Come to Me, from that anthology, or if I should switch gears and share something entirely different. Decisions, decisions…

Ultimately, I’ve decided to share something new. #SecretProject is coming soon and I’m honored to be one of the eight authors involved in this awesome project. After you’ve read my little teaser, please, please, please take a moment to join in the thunderclap campaign to help spread the news. It’s greatly appreciated!

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“You have a beautiful home,” she said trying to regain her composure once he’d let go.
“Thank you.” He moved around behind Clara and caressed her breast, squeezing it with warm hands. His other hand stroked her belly and grazed the upper region of her pubic hair.
“Oh!” Clara squealed as he reached down and slipped a finger between the folds of her sex. There was no pretending that his touch did not affect her as he glided easily through the slippery wetness.
“You are lovely.”
Clara tried to pull away from him but he only pulled her closer to his body as his erection pressed into her backside. She closed her eyes waiting for the moment to end, still toggling between uncertainty and incredible desire. Jenna closed in, pressing soft wet lips against Clara’s and parting her mouth with her tongue. Clara had never kissed another woman before and the feeling overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to tell Jenna to stop but the reality was that she’d wanted this from the moment that she saw her friend stretched out naked on the bed. Maybe she’d always wanted it. She couldn’t remember anymore.
Her wildest fantasies, Adam had promised her when they met and although she’d never admitted to having any, this certainly would top that list if she did.
“You like that, don’t you, Clara?” Jenna asked. Jenna caressed Clara’s arms from top to bottom and then back up again, massaging her shoulders, and gliding with purpose toward exposed breasts after Jacob pulled away the cover to reveal Clara’s body. Jenna stooped to take Clara’s nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then slightly harder until Clara moaned. Once she was satisfied with the attention she’d given to one side, she moved to the other breast and repeated the motions. Now Clara needed the support that Jacob offered her so that she did not simply collapse from the pleasure that Jenna offered her body.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into Adam’s eyes who had taken the liberty to join them, positioning himself behind Jenna so that he could kiss and nibble the back of her neck and grasp her nipples, pinching them between his fingers.
Clara tilted her head back until it rested on Jacob’s shoulder and allowed him to begin kissing and manipulating her in a similar fashion while he watched Adam with Jenna mirroring Adam’s movements. Just when Clara believed that they had simply swapped sexual partners, Jenna turned in Adam’s arms and suggested in a loud whisper against his ear that Adam help guide her in teasing and driving Clara wild. Adam agreed readily.

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Cover Reveal – CONCEIVING EVIL By Jenna Fox

JennaFox-ConceivingEvilBCBlurb:

In a World Full of Hopelessness, He Was Her Savior

Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.
But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?
About the Author:
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, author and wife residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss, and a proud world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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WIP IT UP Wednesday, October 1st

WIPimage2Happy October! Welcome to my post in the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog Hop. This is the day when we get to share little snippets of our current work-in-progress. Thank you to Melody for hosting this blog hop. You can find the list of participants on the official WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY blog.

Last week I shared a snippet of a story that I’d been planning to submit to a dark erotic anthology titled Corrupted Desires  set to release on October 13th, just in time for Halloween! I thought it would be fun to revisit that story this week and share the anthology cover and blurb in anticipation of its release. (Check back after the 13th for links to get your copy – it will be free.)

First, a brief teaser from my story Come to Me

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“Come to me,” Laura begged the night, “Are you there?”
Her fingers rested on the edge of the planchette. “Are you with me?” she asked again. At first nothing happened but she persisted. Desperation had brought her this far and she was too close to feeling him around her to give up now. Deep within, a desire burned. It traveled down her arms, into her hands, and settled at her fingertips. The planchette glided slowly toward yes and stopped. Laura sucked in a gulp of air and tried to steady her nerves.
“I miss you so much,” she whispered to the board. She looked around at the darkness that flickered in the glow of the candlelight and brushed off the anxiety gnawing at the pit of her stomach. This is what she’d wanted all along, wasn’t it? She returned her attention to the board where her fingers still rested on the planchette and whispered, “Mike, you can’t leave me here alone.”
This time the planchette moved with purpose, darting across the board, pausing only long enough for her to acknowledge one letter before it moved to the next as it spelled out its message. The heat at her fingertips grew with such intensity that she almost let go. Laura’s heart pounded in her chest. He was truly here with her now. She longed to feel his arms around her.
He needs you.
“He? Who is he? Who are you?” she muttered in confusion. Panic filled her veins. If she wasn’t talking to Mike then who was she talking to?
“I’m going to join you,” she said in a hushed voiced. It was the first time she’d said the words out loud even though she’d been planning this moment from the time she’d lost him. “Wherever you are, stay there because I’m coming. Don’t leave me. We’re going to be together again.”
The planchette flew out from under her fingertips and raced to the other end of the board where it settled.
No.
Laura couldn’t move it. She sat back in her chair with wide eyes. In the far corner of the room, she saw a long, dark shadow stretch across the floor. She sank into her chair as the shadow inched closer, reaching out and taking the form of a hand as it brushed across her ankle.

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corrupted

**** WARNING! ****
DARK EROTICA.
This book contains extreme BDSM, violence, graphic sexual situations, and dark supernatural and paranormal scenes. This book is only for those aged 18+. It is for those with an open mind and for those who ARE NOT easily offended.

This Halloween there will be no treats, only tricks. Tricks on your blackened mind, that is.

Corrupted Desires is not the sort of book that will have you skipping amongst the daisies and leaves you with that feel good feeling. This jaw dropping, dark erotic book will give you that prickly feeling on the back of your neck. It will send a chill right to your bones and it will most definitely mess with you head.

Allow these nine authors to show you what their definition of corruption is, as they take you down an intensely dark path to the unknown and the unfamiliar on All Hallows’ Eve. Let them bring a whole new meaning to the words “bump in the night.”

****SET TO RELEASE 13TH OCTOBER****

WIP Wednesday, Sept 24th

WIPimage2Welcome to WIP Wednesday! Each Wednesday a group of authors get together to share teasers from their current works-in-progress. I’m excited to say that this week I’m joining the fun!

This week’s teaser comes from a short story that I wrote for an upcoming anthology. If you like it, and I hope you do, check back soon for the details on where you can find not only this story but several others because those details are soon to follow…

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“Hello?” he repeated but there was no one there. He looked at the display of incoming calls but according to his phone, the last call he’d received was at seven that evening. “Well, isn’t that just great,” he muttered to himself, “Now my phone is fucked too. Just what I need.”
Just as he leaned back against his pillow to stare at the ceiling, the phone buzzed again. He turned his head to watch the phone dance across the bedside table with the vibrations, moving dangerously close to falling over the edge. He reached over and picked it up, looking at the display before answering it.
Unknown.
“Shit,” he whispered before accepting the call and bringing the phone to his ear.
Come to me.
“Hello? Hello? Who is this?” He tossed the phone aside in frustration. Someone was playing tricks on him, he decided. Probably one of his asshole friends from the party who decided that he would be the perfect recipient of their little Halloween prank. Poor, desperate Alex that can’t keep a girl in his life. Damn it, he thought again. Had he really become that pathetic? He reached over and powered off his cell phone and made his way to the shower. Although the phone call had helped to distract him, the images from his dream still lingered. Funny thing was, this time it wasn’t Michelle and her new lover he was dreaming about. It was someone else, some beautiful vixen, and she’d been in danger. In danger of what? He wasn’t certain. He didn’t know why a stranger in a dream would affect him so much but he realized as he stripped his boxers and turned on the hot water in the shower that he was still shaking. In danger of my hard on, he muttered under his breath.
She needs me.
In response, his cock twitched and stiffened to the point of discomfort. He tried to ignore it but as the warm water poured down around him, he could feel her hands grip him. He could see her mouth open in invitation and he was powerless to do anything except give in to the control that she held over him. She needed him and so help him god, if this was how she needed him, who was he to complain? It had been so long since anyone had touched him this way. Maybe forever.
He watched entranced as the water flowed down, soaking her dark hair and plastering it to her face. He moaned as she worked him, so soft, so insistent. She slid her ample breasts against his body as she rose to her feet and claimed his mouth. So soft, so wet, so inviting. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him.
Mine.
His hands glided effortlessly against wet skin until he cupped her ass in his hands and sank deep into her core. She threw her head back in ecstasy. Water continued to pour down around them. He turned her until her back was against the wall of the shower, bracing her there so that he could fill her over and over. Relentless. Madness would claim him if he didn’t have all of her.

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Thanks for reading my little snippet! If you enjoyed it, be sure to drop me a comment and let me know. Then, be sure to hop on over to read more spicy tidbits from my fellow authors. You won’t be disappointed. 😉 Since I can’t get the code to work, here’s the link to the blog list —> CLICK HERE!

Friday Fiesta Author Feature – Carrie Anne Ward

Carrie Anne WardWelcome to the Friday Fiesta! Today my author feature is the very lovely and talented Carrie Anne Ward, the author of A Taylor Made Student (The Taylor Made Series) Book 1.

About Carrie:

Carrie Anne Ward grew up in the seaside resort Clacton on sea in Essex, England, with her mum and two brothers until she was 16 years old. She then moved with her mother to Colchester (where she still lives to this day) and went on to study Art and Design at the Colchester institute. However, after recovering from the illness glandular fever, which meant she couldn’t finish her degree, she went out into the world to become a working class citizen and a glamour model on the side.

For many years she wrote stories in her spare time, mostly horrors or supernatural, but never felt the passion to take it further. Her love for literature at school didn’t, at that point, over take her love of Art, but as she grew older her passion in writing surpass any other desire she ever had.

Her passion for writing over the years grew excessively (mostly erotica) and when BDSM erotic books took the world by storm, she finally found the genre in which she wanted to write about. So being a real submissive, Carrie decided to take the experiences she has had and combined them with her imagination, to create a story. So at the age of 33 she fulfilled her dream to become a writer by releasing her debut novel A Taylor Made Student, the first book of 3 from The Taylor Made Series.

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The Interview:

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Well, I use it from my real life. I am actually a real life submissive (well switch actually. That’s someone who likes to play as both a submissive and a Dom, or should I say Domme, that’s the female name.) Although deep down I am a true submissive. I’ve used my experiences to create scenes, and I think this makes the kinky sex scenes more realistic. People can do research on what it is like to be a sub and write it, but I personally feel you can’t write a great story with BDSM in based on research alone, I personally feel you have to live that life style to be able to write it, or at least experience it a few times physically. The feelings you experience when you are playing is not something you can imagine. It’s a deep route desire that only being a submissive, you can express it.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

How much hard work goes in to writing and creating a book! Never in a million years would I have realised what goes into creating a book and the ups and down you take to get it finished. It’s not as simple as everyone seems to think it is.
I’ve also learnt that I am capable of finishing a project when I start it. So many times had I started a story but never finished it, for a lot or reasons, but I am proud of myself for doing it. It’s such a great sense of accomplishment when you do.

If Hollywood made a movie about your life, whom would you like to see play the lead role?

When I read this I was like, who the hell would I have, but then I was like “of course, there is no one else” – I am going to be sooooo big headed – Megan Fox. Not because I think I look like her – I wish – but because she is so beautiful and sexy, and I think she could play my role well. I’ve had a very naughty life lol 😉

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets, because it signifies the end of that day, time to wind down and relax, and watch the sun disappear for the night to then come forth. I am a total night owl.

As a kid, were you ever afraid of a monster under the bed or in a cupboard?

Under the bed! Nightmare on elm street and poltergeist totally scared the s*** out of me enough to not look underneath my bed. Yet when I was in trouble I would always hide under there. Work that one out lol

margarita01As a special treat, Carrie has agreed to share a little about her book, A Taylor Made Student (The Taylor Made Series) and I’m sure you’ll agree this is one that you simply cannot miss reading!

taylormadeseriesBlurb:

A tutor that desperately wants to teach and a student that eagerly wants to learn. Off into the shadows she follows…

After 2 years of running from her brutal past, Kiera Fox is now ready to start her life over. When she decides to finish her degree at the Essex University, the last thing she was expecting was to meet the handsome and intimidating Taylor Holloway.

A brief encounter in the court yard ignites a searing desire inside of Kiera which she longs to act upon. When she takes that plunge she is surprised to learn that Taylor is her Art tutor.

Giving in to the overwhelming longing for one another, Kiera embarks on a dark journey of submission to Taylor, guiding her into a world beyond just sex. He teachers her about dominance and submission, control and discipline, pain and pleasure, but this path is a little too familiar for Kiera. Bringing up too many raw memories she’s isn’t quite ready to face, but she can no longer run as her past has now found her.

Whilst struggling to come to terms with her past, a new threat is boiling in the background. Dragging up old war wounds and dangerous secrets, Kiera soon learns she isn’t the only one hiding secrets. Although the threats warn about revealing the affair, Kiera feels it’s not just about exposing them, this is personal.

Can their relationship remain in the shadows along with their secrets? And how far will Taylor push Kiera in surrendering her will to his dark world, without breaking her?

Snippet:

      It was about 10 minutes before the end of class, and I had managed to put the basic outline of my design together. The class was oddly quiet, when I decided to take a break, noticing that everyone had their heads buried in their sketch pads. I don’t know why my eyes flicked quickly in the direction of Taylors desk, but when they did, I saw those insanely smoldering brown eyes staring at me. He had a wolfish grin on his face as he looked directly towards me, as if he was up to something sinister.
      I raised one eyebrow at him, as if to say “what you up to?” That wolf-like grin grew a little wider when he placed both of his hands, palms down, flat on his desk next to each other. He slid them forward across the work surface of his desk at the same time, and lifted each index finger upwards, off the desk. I noticed his eyes move from mine and down towards my skirt, and he moved each index finger apart in the opposite directions to one another. Motioning for me to open my legs and provide him with proof that I was naked down there. My eyes grew wide with shock, and my body tensed instantaneously. NO FUCKING WAY! I shook my head slightly at him. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to show him I wasn’t wearing any underwear in the middle of class. That was taking a huge risk, and that was exactly why he was doing it. Getting off on the thought of being caught turned him on, and having the control over me to make me do so, and, if I was honest with myself, it turned me on, too. When I denied to open my legs to him, his eyes grew narrow. Oh fuck! I know that look! I was in trouble if I didn’t obey his command. He was already punishing me for not doing what he asked; did I really want to add to that?
       I nervously searched the classroom to make sure no one was paying any attention to our little game, but everyone was either facing the opposite direction or too busy sketching. Once everyone seemed preoccupied, I slowly opened my legs. I felt the cold rush of air flow freely between my thighs and onto my bare pussy. Taylor’s mischievous grin grew slowly on his face, his eyes turned clouded. He sat back in his chair and crossed his muscular arms over his chest, as he took in the site before him. My heart was racing fast and I could feel the blood pump profusely through my body. My hands tightened into fists as the adrenaline coursed through my arteries, and I shivered to control myself.
       “Kiera!” SHIT! Locked in my naughty game with Taylor, I jumped right out of my skin when Melinda called my name, and in all my haste, I ended up smacking my knee against the table as I closed my legs as quick as I possibly could, which then caused the whole class to turn and look in my direction. I felt my face burn red and my body went numb. Fuck fuck fuck! Not only was I completely mortified, I then had a blaze of pain in my knee cap.
       “Oh God! Sorry, Kiera I didn’t mean to make you jump. Are you okay?” Melinda said with concern. I nodded shyly. “I was just going to ask if I could borrow your pencil sharpener.” I passed her my sharpener and hid my mortified face with my hands.
       After my heart had slowed a little, I decided to take a look in Taylor’s direction, to notice his shoulders shuffling as he quietly chuckled to himself, with one hand discreetly placed over his mouth to hide his amusement. Yeah, I’m glad my pain and humiliation amuses you Mr. Holloway! I thought as I narrow my eyes at him, shook my head and then went back to sketching.

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