Welcome to the third week of the brand new blog hop – Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

‘Yes,’ she said quickly, desperate to avoid another slap. ‘Ethan got me very excited.’

‘How?’

‘W-what?’ He couldn’t seriously expect her to describe exactly what had happened in the kitchen, could he? Especially since he’d no doubt already heard it all from Ethan.

‘You heard. I want to know how Ethan got you excited.’

She racked her brains, trying to recall the exact order of events so she could relate it back without a mistake. She had no doubt that she’d earn another slap on her bum if she got it wrong.

Once she figured it out, she recounted the story. When she’d finished, there was silence for a few seconds, then Jeremy spoke. ‘Well, it seems there’s nothing wrong with your memory. Shall we see if mentally reliving the experience has had an identical physical response to when it actually happened?’

Suddenly there were fingers probing at her pussy. They parted her labia – which, she realised to her horror, were swelling again – and dipped into the warm, wet crevice within. And she was wet. Not quite as much as she’d been before Ethan had screwed her on the worktop, but certainly more so than the normal amount of natural lubricant a woman produces during day-to-day activity. She couldn’t be sure if it was down to the fact they were both staring at her naked crack, because he’d spanked her, or because she was anticipating what was going to happen next. Or all of the above. Her inexperience made her somewhat clueless, so she had no choice but to go with the flow.

The fingers – she couldn’t be sure to which man they belonged – started to stroke up and down her vulva, stopping short of her clit each time until she wanted to grab the hand and guide it to where it was needed, humping it until she climaxed, if necessary.

She didn’t, of course. She knew that would get her nowhere, and would probably result in her having to wait even longer to be touched there, if at all. Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited impatiently.

Her clit and pussy lips engorged further as the teasing continued. As a fingertip brushed against the sensitive bud at the apex of her vulva, she let out an involuntary whimper.

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Welcome to the second week of the brand new blog hop – Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

Alice was both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Going without knickers would not be pleasant, but at least no one except the three of them would know. If she went without a bra, it would be obvious to everyone. Jeremy was right; her breasts would not behave without one.

‘So, shall we get started?’

It was a question Jeremy clearly wanted answered, but Alice said nothing. She didn’t know what he meant. Get what started? The challenges? Something else?

She heard him sigh. ‘I suppose I’ll have to do it myself, won’t I?’

Hands dragged at the waistband of her thong – for the second time that day – and pulled them down until they hit the floor.

‘Step out of them.’

She did as she was told, knowing it was pointless delaying the inevitable. Whatever Jeremy and Ethan had planned was going to happen, and soon. The anticipation made her shiver with delight.

Jeremy bent down and scooped up the flimsy piece of material. Straining her eyes until it hurt, she could see him hold the knickers up and inspect them. A smile crept onto his face.

‘Well, these have seen an exciting day. They’re much damper than you’d expect from a normal day, anyway. Ethan get you all turned on before he fucked you, did he?’

He’s not the only one who got me hot, she thought. It’s just he’s the only one who did anything about it.

She heard the loud noise before the rest of her senses caught up. Then red-hot pain bloomed across her arse – he’d spanked her!

‘Well,’ Jeremy said, haughtily. ‘Did he?’

She’d almost forgotten the question, but managed to bite back the scream that she wanted to let rip and gave him what he wanted.

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