Welcome to the tenth week of 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. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

As she started to come back to herself, she noticed two things – one, her pussy was saturated and ached to be penetrated, and two, Jeremy was standing right in front of her, his stiff cock in his hand.

Arching her neck to look at him, she opened her mouth when he indicated he wanted to put his prick in it. It was long, thick, and warm. Stinging arse almost forgotten, Alice moved forward to pleasure him. It was the first time she’d seen or touched Jeremy’s cock, and she was determined to make a good first impression. She stuck her tongue into the slit at the top, enjoying the salty taste of his arousal, then took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. She stopped only when his bell-end hit her gag reflex. Deep-throating was not something Alice had ever tried and although she wanted to impress Jeremy, she didn’t want to rush things and end up vomiting. That would definitely not be a good look.

She made up for her relative lack of skill with plenty of enthusiasm. Using her hands to push and pull at the edge of the desk, she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, licking, sucking and slurping. Alice listened to the sounds Jeremy made and used those, the jerks of his hips, and the thickening of his cock to help her gauge her performance. She was no expert, but it seemed she was doing OK. Her hunch was confirmed when he grabbed her head, tangled his fingers into her hair and pushed forcefully between her lips before letting out a growl and spurting come over her tongue and down her throat.

She continued to flick her tongue around the now-sticky shaft in her mouth until he disentangled his fingers and stepped back, pulling his cock out with an audible pop. Almost immediately, Alice felt hands reach under her armpits from behind and wondered if Ethan was going to fuck her. If he was, she hoped he’d be gentle – those marks on her arse were still stinging like mad.

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Welcome to the ninth week of 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. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

‘Probably wise.’

Jeremy stepped back into Alice’s peripheral vision, presumably to give Ethan room for manoeuvre. His expression was perfectly sober, but a glance down told her that he hadn’t been exaggerating about the erection – it tented his smart jeans and made her wish he had just stuck it inside her, like he’d threatened to.

She didn’t have too much time to think about being fucked by Jeremy, though, as she heard a small whooping noise – the sound of the wooden ruler rushing through the air – then the slap of it hitting her arse. Just as the thought that it hadn’t hurt was about to cross her mind, the pain hit. A sharp, stinging sensation raced in a diagonal stripe across her right cheek. Much to her pride, she didn’t yell or scream. She just pulled in a sharp breath and screwed her eyes shut, breathing in and out slowly and steadily, trying to work her way through the pain.

She’d just about dealt with it when the next blow came, this time on her left cheek. Gripping her hands tightly around the edge of the desk she was bent over, she watched as the knuckles turned white, determined to let nothing but the most negligible of noises pass her lips. Again, as the white-hot fire burned through her nerve endings, she sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip. She would not cry out. She would not.

Given her relative silence, it seemed Ethan thought he wasn’t hitting her hard enough. Or fast enough. After the searing agony of the second blow had dulled into a more manageable ache, he started to spank her more rapidly and with increased force. Alice was incredibly glad that neither of the men had asked her to count the strokes, because there was no way she’d have been able to. The pain was just too much.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

By the time the blows ceased, Alice was collapsed onto the desk, her upper body crushed against it, with silent tears running down her face. But she hadn’t screamed, or yelled. Granted, she’d almost clawed holes in the desk, and bitten her lip until it bled, but still, she’d kept quiet. And for that, she was incredibly proud of herself.

Want more? Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here.