Welcome to the twelfth 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!

She heard Jeremy’s retreating footsteps and stayed exactly where she was. It was a lovely place to be, after all. Perhaps not quite as nice as being snuggled up – preferably naked – in bed with him, but still pretty damn fabulous. She let out a happy sigh. Ethan reached up and tugged her hair gently until her face was turned up to his.

‘OK?’ he said, softly.

‘OK.’ She nodded.

‘Good,’ he replied, twisting so they were no longer hugging, but he still had an arm behind her back for support. ‘I’ll take you back upstairs so you can get cleaned up, OK?’

Alice looked at her watch. She had a little over half an hour to compose herself. It would be no easy feat, considering the fact her arse was on fire, and her lips felt so swollen it probably looked as if someone had punched her in the mouth.

‘Come on.’

Alice leant on Ethan more than she strictly needed to, finding comfort in having him so close. She found herself wondering if he was still hard, and what he’d do about it. Would he leave when he’d taken her to her room and go and masturbate? Or would he put up with the frustration until this evening? If it was the latter, she had no idea how he’d have the willpower. Her pussy and clit were still aching for attention, and the moment she was alone she intended to rub herself to a hasty climax before cleaning herself up ready for work.

It soon became clear what Ethan’s intentions were. He followed her into her bedroom and shut the door – which seemed pointless given the only other person currently in the house was Jeremy. Then he twisted her round so she was facing him and leant down to kiss her. His technique was just as delicious as she remembered – passionate, thorough, and perfectly capable of making her knees weak all over again.

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Welcome to the eleventh 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!

But Ethan wasn’t going to fuck her – not then, anyway. He was helping her up. As she straightened, she was grateful for the help as she doubted her shaky legs would hold her. Ethan turned her in his arms and just held her tight. Alice was surprised by the display of care and affection, but she still snuggled happily into his muscular chest, enjoying the warmth and strength of his body, and the mixed scent of washing powder and his body spray. The hard lump she could feel in the front of his trousers was flattering too.

Seconds later, another warm body pressed in close behind her and a voice murmured into her ear. ‘You did brilliantly, my darling. We’re both very proud and pleased. Now I must go and wash up, but I’ll leave you in Ethan’s capable hands for a while until it’s time to open the house.’ Jeremy pressed a kiss to her cheek – the only portion of skin on her face that was exposed between her hair and Ethan’s bulk. ‘Well done. I’ll see you later.’

Want more? Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here.