A Wicked Halloween Tour and Giveaway: Erzabet Bishop with Malediction

 

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I love spending time with my husband and furry babies, reading, crocheting, watching monster movies with a giant vat of popcorn and going out to dinner at new restaurants. Life is an adventure waiting to be explored.
 
 
Nestled in the shadowy thoroughfares of Salem, Bridget has created a new life for herself. Saved from the noose by the mysterious Mr. Black during the witch trials, she runs Broomstix, a thriving curse worker and hex shop. Dangerous cravings thrust her back in harm’s way as evil stalks the streets. Will the allure of the forbidden be her curse or her salvation?
 
Alistair is a wolf caught between desire and duty to his pack. His Alpha goes missing and evidence of arcane magic and murder come a little too close to home. A chance encounter at a Halloween party brings his beast to the forefront and one night of passion leaves him wanting much, much more.
 
A war is brewing in Salem between the wolves and witch kind. When more deaths are found linked to rogue wolves, the two join forces. But wild magic reigns on Samhain and the moon may just have a mind of her own…
 
 
Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop
 
Alistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and,
when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he’d
taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he
was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore
it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.
 His pack mate had
poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining
to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn’t
quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be
far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned
out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if
they covered more of her body. Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh,
they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to
trace every single one and see where it led.
He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta
brought him here to make sure Jessup didn’t get too out of hand. So far the pup
had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever
concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal
taking control.
Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy
black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding.
Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an
up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth
with his.
Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.
His wolf perked up when she’d come into view and his
instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown.
One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn’t know. He
had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn’t going to fuck up
and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here.
Duncan was still missing and he’d left Laurel in charge in his stead.
But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that
socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet
her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle
with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat
closet.
“Are you here with someone?” He cleared his throat, aware of
the growl threading through his voice.
“No. Are you?”
“Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up
in a compromising situation with a stranger?” He grinned and, seeing Jessup
approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to
himself, at least for a little while.
“Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork,
that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.”
“Hmm.” He swung her into his arms and into the crowd,
relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view
offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his
skin whined with want. “So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would
sink a guy faster than lust? That dress…”
“These shoes.”
“Oh, but those… those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I
could look at them all night long.”
“You could, could you?” The woman laughed, deep and sensual.
Her eyes snapped with amusement. “Then you try wearing them.”
“Maybe I will.” He wanted her, and the closer they got, the
more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her
movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making
it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard
against him, his animal wild in his blood.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Please.”
 “Let’s get some air.”
Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the
grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.
“Who are you?” Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from
her face.
“I’m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about
you?”
“Same here.”
“Just a girl, huh?” The mystery woman smiled.
He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full
force of his arousal. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling much like a girl right
now.”
“No. I didn’t think you were.” She leaned into his embrace,
her lips curving up in an inviting smile.
“What’s your name?”
“Bridget. Yours?”
“Alistair.”
“Well, Alistair. It’s nice to meet you. I have one
question.”
“What’s that?”
“How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?”
“Time me.” Alistair’s mouth covered hers hungrily and he
forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within
his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.
 
 
 
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author
who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow
(Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map
of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set),
The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming
the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box
Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit
Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming),
Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Written on
Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet
Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and
Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She
lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking
in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch
monster movies.
 
Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
 
Links:
 


 
 
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A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a middle and end…no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.
 
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A Wicked Halloween Blog Tour and Giveaway: Linda Thomas-Sundstrom with De-Witched

 

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5 favorite things for Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

1) husbands (mine) 
2) love
3) diamonds (and other things that sparkle)
4) horses
5) castles
 
 

 

 
 
 

In Salem for business, werewolf Kade Willis’s new hostess is an intriguing woman whose species begins with the same letter of the alphabet. She’s a WITCH. The way Loren Beck Broom gets his fur twitchy might be due to the laws of animal attraction. It might be the way she handles her magic when dark forces come calling. Or . . . she might just truly know the ins and outs of a decent lust spell that will require him to be “de-witched.”

 
 

Loren Beck Broom felt a disturbance in the air and exhaled a long, slow breath. It was no meteorological ripple that she noted. Something more out of the ordinary than the usual out-of-the-ordinary stuff was causing a flux in the atmosphere. The back of her neck had chilled up.
She tossed a look to the front door of her establishment, then glanced to the roll-top desk where the few guests that came her way registered. Taking her time, she walked to the door, flipped the switch beside it that turned on a small vacancy sign, and stepped out on the porch.
Eyes closed, she sent her feelers out.
The newcomer was male, she sensed, and around thirty-years old. Strong, in the way he pushed through the dark. Steel-willed, for taking on Salem at this time of year.
More description filled in as if the guy stood right beside her. Tall. Handsome. With the confidence of a physician or an attorney.
She stopped there. If her new visitor was the latter, she could look forward to complaints. Bed was soft. Breakfast took too long. Coffee wasn’t hot enough. The rooms were too frilly for any self-respecting man to make himself at home in. Could he get meals 24/7? Did she have an aspirin for his after-flight hangover?
But that wasn’t quite all. Something else underscored those easier to read things about this customer. What was it?
Raising her right hand, she drew an invisible symbol in the air and opened her eyes to study it, aware of something else woven in the wind blowing through her thick black curls. There was a trace of sulfur in that wind.
Two steps forward took her to the front steps. The presence of sulfur was never good, which made this a bad wind, with trouble written all over it. She was almost sure her new guest wasn’t the cause of this new ripple in the night, per se, though he was likely part of the disturbance. In any case, the three blocks he was hiking to get to her were about to turn into the longest three blocks of his life if he wasn’t careful.
 
 
 
Linda Thomas-Sundstrom is an award-winning author of contemporary and paranormal romance novels and novellas with books published by Kensington Brava, Amazon Montlake, Harlequin Nocturne, Harlequin Desire, and GothicScapes.
 
Linda lives in the west, and is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She loves more than anything to write, and hopes you will come along on the wild, wonderful ride with her.
 
 
 
A Wicked Affair #FREE
 
A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All
Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate
city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and
spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a
middle and end…no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books
in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.
 
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Blurb:
True love awaits. Passion burns bright…
Carrick is an Alpha werewolf preparing for the annual Pack
Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate by his thirty-sixth year or
forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found her and lost her in a swirl of
cinnamon-scented dreams? Can this Alpha brave a sea of single wolfy females to
find the one woman who enchanted his heart?
She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy world…
Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot Whips Café. Bound by pack
law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the Gathering for the Alpha to
select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high on her list of fun
activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a certain amber-eyed wolf
out of her head.
Release date:
February 1, 2016
 
Publisher: All
Romance
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tags:
Shifter, cat shifter, wolf shifter, m/f, abuse recovery,
infamous, monster movies, series, tattoo, coffee shop, cinnamon, erotic
romance, novella, alpha, big beautiful woman, bonding, business owner, cafe,
cats, cisgender, erotic, felines, heterosexual, infamous, mating bond,
paranormal, paranormal romance, rubenesque, shifter romance, shifters, shifters
/ cats, shifters / felines, shifters / wolves, werewolf romance, wolves
Excerpt:
Carrick stood with his back to his second in command, his
wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to break the double doors open and
bound into the woods rather than face the torment waiting for him in the
grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy females. All vying for the
privilege of putting his cock and balls into their handbags like some
godforsaken trophy.
Fuck.
Ever year he’d dodged the bullet, but this year one of the
hungry piranha circling his house would become his mate.
Double fuck. He’d been through this before. He already had
one. He just needed to find her, but the elders wouldn’t listen.
“You have to make a choice, Alpha.” Reid crossed the room
and stood in front of him, blocking his view.
Carrick growled and spun away. “I’ll find her.”
Reid’s lips flattened, his dark eyes flashing in his anger.
“You know the rules. Thirty-six is the last year an Alpha can rule without a
mate by his side. The pack needs an Alpha female to be whole.”
“The pack is stronger than it’s been, or are you forgetting
how I got here?”
Reid swallowed and backed up a step. “No. Justin was a
horrible Alpha. You were right to destroy him. He was wrong for the Westmore
Pack. Evil.”
And the bastard had been. He’d abused his power as Alpha to
enslave his pack rather than uplift it. The amount of victims he’d unearthed in
the days that followed would disturb him for the rest of his days. He could
still see the faces of the women Justin had taken against their will and the
shivering form of his sister and the strange girl who stood up to a monster.
Hers was the face that haunted his dreams. Her need reached
out to him and made him into who he needed to be to overcome a near impossible
situation. He had been up against a being far superior in strength but what he
lacked in brawn, he’d more than made up for in sheer bullheadedness. And the
electricity he felt when he touched her. His wolf recognized his mate and so
did he. Now all that remained was to find her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been
looking. No one knew her name and, with her face partially shifted, her image
was only a fleeting ghost in his mind.
“You’re damned right.” Carrick leaned back against his desk
and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His father would be proud of the work he’d
done. He’d turned the Westmore Estate from a near financial ruin to a lucrative
operation centered on the newly formed security company owned by him and his
second, Reid. Where people had once feared shifters for their propensity for
violence because of Justin and his henchmen, he’d turned the tide and people
paid for their protection. Handsomely. So much so that when the media had heard
about the weekend’s festivities, he’d been dubbed the Ultimate Bachelor.
It made him fucking nauseous.
The one person he needed to find and he couldn’t and it made
him crazy. Now, in a matter of a few days, he would either have to relinquish
his role as Alpha or marry a gold digging piece of arm candy. The closest
person he’d found was a barista at the coffee place he frequented but she
didn’t look anything like the girl in his dreams. And now whenever she saw him
coming, she hightailed it for the hills.
But she had popped a whisker.
Just like his goddess.
Jesus. He was losing his shit. Completely.

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write
naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, The Science of Lust,
Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s
Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s
Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming
2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The
Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection,
Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts:
Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain
Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many
anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015,
winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has been nominated for
the Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry
children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake,
make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing,
she loves to review music and books.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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Secret Hungers Presents: 
Salacious 
A boxset, sure to satisfy contemporary BDSM, ménage and MM lovers, written by eight bestselling and award-winning erotic romance authors. 



Pages: 899

Release date: January 12, 2016

Genre: erotic romance



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Michele Bardsley​ – NY​ Times & USA TODAY Bestselling Author 
Frisky Business (Frisky Romance #1) 
​BDSM Romance 

Cynthia Sax​ -USA​ Today Bestselling Author 
Seducing My Billionaire Boss 
​Contemporary Erotic Romance 

Renee George​ -​​ ​USA Today Bestselling Author 
The Dirty Martini 
​MM Erotic Romance 

Renea Mason​ – Amazon​ Bestselling & Award-winning Author 
Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor, Book #1) 
Winner – Shameless Book Club Awards – Most Original Plot 
​Ménage Erotic Romance 

Erzabet Bishop​ – Amazon​ Bestselling ​& Award-winning ​Author 
Red Hot (A Sapphire Club Masquerade Novella) 
​BDSM Erotic Romance 

Blakely Bennett​ – Amazon​ Bestselling Author 
Stuck In Between (Bound by Your Love) 
​Ménage Erotic Romance 

Emma Nichols​ – Amazon​ Bestselling Author 
Sin At Sea (A Sinful Series Novel) 
​Ménage Erotic Romance 

Anne Lange​ – Amazon​ Bestselling & Award-winning Author 
Blind Taste Test 
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Put Your Ho Ho’s On Pre-Order Blitz and Giveaway

Put Your Ho Ho’s On

Coming November 1st from Yellow Silk Dreams and Muffy Wilson along with 21 of the freshest, most talented bestselling NYT, USA Today and Amazon authors with Sizzling Holiday Stories that’ll light your fireplace and warm your cockles!!

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Muffy Wilson
Christmas Marine
“Carpe Marine Christmas Package.”
Airicka Phoenix
Heads or Tails
“Heads, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.”
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Ashen White
8 Yule Swords
“A coven of skyclad witches initiates a novice on the Longest Night of
Winter.”
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Bernard Tristan Foong
Naughty Bad Boys
“Let’s be naughty and bad. That’ll save Santa the trip.”
 
Blak Rayne
Turkish Delight
“One box of candies, one blindfold, and in one night everything
changed.”


C.P. Mandara
Melting
“She’s waited ten years for one night.”
Erzabet Bishop
Naughty Cookie
“Wooden spoons will fly…”
Gale Stanley
Cry Uncle
“Dumped by her soulmate, Polly is afraid to trust another man—until she embraces a lifestyle where trust is everything.”
Gemma Parkes
Calendar Girl
“The camera never lies, but sometimes it can reveal more than was intended.”
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On Santa’s Naughty List
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“Alpha finds a mate in the most unlikely man and place.”
Ju Ephraime
Pleasure Intense
“This Christmas he plan on taking her in every position possible…
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Kiki Howell
Silent Night
The peace of Christmas Eve eludes a vampire in love.”


Maddie Taylor
His Naughty Christmas Angel
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Pablo Michaels
Little Old St Nick
“Is sex before dinner with Little Ole St. Nick the true meaning of Christmas?”


Paige Matthews
A Devoured Christmas
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A Bride for Christmas
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P.T. Macias
Blood Moon Mate
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The Bed, the Blindfold and the Belt
“Will Michael allow Natalie to cum home for Christmas?”
Rebecca Lorenson
A Christmas Ornament
“Far from home, Dawn gets a little Christmas spirit.”
Sky Purington
A Christmas Miracle
“Love found across time is put to the test when tragedy separates a Highlander
from his lass.”

Wicked Things Release Day

Authors:
Andi Marquette; Bridget Essex; Catherine Lane; Cori Kane; Elaine Burnes; Erzabet Bishop; Eve Francis; Lois Cloarec Hart; May Dawney; Orhea the dreamer; Q. Kelly;R.G. Emanuelle; S. M. Harding; Steph Gottschalk

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Things-Lesbian-Halloween-Stories-ebook/dp/B00ONQGZEM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1414032763&sr=1-1&keywords=wicked+things+jae
Description:

Fourteen authors of lesbian fiction contributed otherworldly, thrilling and supernatural short stories that will keep you glued to your seat.

Andi Marquette: SpiritQuest, LLC

The ghost hunters of SpiritQuest, LLC are preparing for a visit to the historic Halstead House, where the ghost of 26-year-old Lily Halstead reportedly appears. The crew discovers that Lily left behind a female lover and a bit of a love story, which adds to the mystique of this paranormal case. Is Lily waiting for her lost love? The chance to perhaps find out, plus the mysterious Sky Adams, who volunteers to accompany them to the Halstead House, promises to give the intrepid ghost hunters a Halloween to remember.

Bridget Essex: Moon Dance

A woman on a camping trip believes she’s dreaming about her ex-lover visiting her on Halloween night…but it’s no dream.  And while her love may become rekindled, her lover isn’t exactly how she remembers her.

Catherine Lane: Taylor-Made

Taylor’s ordered, boring world is turned upside down when she impulsively steals a jacket. It’s magic, and now she can’t take it off. Suddenly, she’s taking crazy chances with her future—risks that put her center stage at a première Hollywood Halloween party and into the arms of its lovely hostess. Is it a dream come true, or is Taylor losing herself to the magic?

Cori Kane: A Lesson in Magic

At her best friend’s Halloween party, Erin meets Raymond and finds him strangely attractive. Strangely, because she’s a lesbian and men haven’t been on her radar for some time. But Raymond is not quite the man his costume might suggest.

Elaine Burnes: A Certain Moon

First dates are nerve-racking under the best of circumstances. Ann really likes Erica but is convinced it can’t work out. It never has before. She pleads with her furry companions to behave. Will they? If Ann reveals her secret, can Erica handle it?

Erzabet Bishop: Ghostlight

Melanie reluctantly accompanies her friend Rachel on a ghost walk. She has no way of knowing that she will be in for a ghostly night of pleasure of her own. Exasperated by her friend, Melanie takes off to go home when she decides to stop at a quaint tea room for a bite of supper. Vykky is closing down the tea room but offers her a special brand of hospitality that will leave Melanie questioning her views about the supernatural once and for all. **First published in Coming Together Girl on Girl (Aug 4, 2013)

Eve Francis: Fresh Blood

When cop Allie gets home late from the night shift, she finds her girlfriend, Violet, home early and annoyed. The couple’s squabble turns into an interesting and feisty argument, as Allie—a vampire—must convince Violet—a human—that she has not done anything she shouldn’t while on shift. Allie thinks back on her busy night, which involved a crash, a robbery, and her feeding on fresh blood and must decide what details to reveal and what to keep hidden for later.

Lois Cloarec Hart: Walking after Midnight

Gem has carried a torch for the way-out-of-her-league Kate since they were in high school together.  When she flees a party after fearing her unrequited love has been exposed, she meets a mysterious woman who gives her a whole new perspective on the situation.

May Dawney: The Road Home

Heading home from a crazy Hallow’s Eve shift at the local bar, Rebecca Linder finds herself face-to-face with a ghost story come to life. Things are not always what they appear, however, and sometimes the worst moments in a life can lead to some of the best.

Orhea the dreamer: That Day

Angela White is your average Texan living in a rural community. In great detail she describes the infamous Halloween day when she took a trip into town and met with fate in the form of a hitchhiker, who happens to be a werewolf hunter.

Q. Kelly: Hit and Run

Maxie Douglas’s husband, Zachary, was mowed down by a hit-and-run driver five years ago on Halloween. Far from grieving, Maxie is eternally thankful to the driver for saving her from the monster Zachary had become. She longs to meet her hero or heroine, but there is much she doesn’t know.

R.G. Emanuelle: Strega

In the town of Benevento, Italy, the ancient art of witchcraft was accepted and honored, unlike the rest of the deeply Catholic country, where witches were considered the devil’s minions. Raffaella, escaping an abusive marriage, stumbles upon a witches’ Sabbath near Benevento. Despite her fear, she is drawn to Serafina, a woman participating in the ritual. Serafina shows her compassion and respect and offers her shelter, which Raffaella gladly accepts, and as the days pass, something more blossoms between them as Raffaella learns the healing arts and with the magical powers of il noce, the sacred walnut tree, discovers her own special gifts.

S. M. Harding: A Winter Tale

Epifania Gordy comes home to New Mexico to mourn the death of her lover—or join her. When she uses remembered fragments of an ancient Highland ceremony to summon Sadie, what she conjures isn’t who she expected.

Steph Gottschalk: Object Permanence

In the wake of a tragic accident, a woman suspects that her wife may be haunting the house as a ghost.

The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

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Being a part of a Cleis anthology is a joy and an honor. In this book I have two stories. Cleis has just been nominated Publisher of the Year and there are many reasons for this. They take their time with each and every book they put out and every story is a mini masterpiece. I hope you will check out this collection of 69 kinky tales and find some new authors to love. Happy reading!

Erzabet Bishop

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From The Big Book of Submission:

“I Want to Feel You” by Joy Faolán

It won’t be a courtship. I don’t want you to ask me on a date. I want you to tell me where I’ll meet you, when, and how I will be dressed. I want to feel you inside my head. I want to be confused that you know so much about me when I’ve told you nothing.

“Naughty Prof” by Louisa Bacio

I flipped through the pages, stopping on a blue Post-It note stuck on titillating.

Friday, 7 p.m. Coffee shop on Grand. Wear your black skirt, nothing underneath.

My hands shook. Could I? Would I? The message didn’t ask. It demanded.

“Strip” by Medea Mor

She sank back into her seat, wondering what he had in mind for her. Was he going to let her sit naked next to him to display her to the world, showing off his devoted toy in all her glory? Or was he going to pull over to the side of the road, slide his seat backward and fuck her while she rode him, the snow-laden trees the only witnesses to her moans and his groping hands?

“Training My Dom” by Tilly Hunter

So there we were, isolated in the middle of nowhere. Where no one could hear me scream, as he put it. I was standing naked on a hard slate floor beneath the mezzanine bedroom, arms high up my back in a box tie, rope wrapping them tight against my torso. More rope strung up from there to the bars of the balcony above, pulling me onto my toes. Ball gag, silk blindfold and silver bar nipple clamps screwed tight—and then screwed some more.

“Dear Sir” by Kay Jaybee

You’ve shared me before. Invited men here, and instructed me to do their bidding as you looked on, your pride in my obedience as intoxicating to me as any of their touches. There have been women here, too. You have carefully placed advertisements for females who have always wanted to be with a woman, but have never dared, have brought strangers to our home to use me in whatever way they want. I love observing you, Sir, as you become voyeur, your strong hand wrapped around cock, wanking in time to these willing amateurs’ laps at my clit.

Yesterday was different. I wonder as I write for you, Sir, if perhaps you saw the uncertain fear in my eyes as I obeyed you. I hope not. Truly, Sir, it never occurred to me not to obey.

“Put Your Hands Up” by Sommer Marsden

I flutter around like a coked-up butterfly, briefly forget- ting what’s going to happen to talk to someone I love or someone I haven’t seen in ages. But then he walks in and I see that chain and my cunt flexes wetly and my mind goes a little fuzzy. His hazel eyes find me, and he grins that grin that turns me to nothing but liquid and hope.

It’s already eleven at night and I wonder if these people will ever, ever leave.

“Crunches” by Annabeth Leong

Sexual fantasies blurred most of our initial consultation. I kept imagining sweat dripping off the ends of her long black hair as she tied me to the suspension training hookups dotting the gym walls and forced me to pull at my restraints until I passed out from the effort. When she asked if I thought she would be a good personal trainer for me, I just stammered.

“Butch Unbound” by Salome Wilde

“Fuck!” I hated this just as much as I needed it. Even though I knew it was coming. Even though I hadn’t given in to the taunting this time. Even though I was bigger, stronger, rougher. None of it did me a bit of good. My cunt was hers because I wanted it to be. I was her bitch and then some.

“The Prodigy” by Valerie Alexander

The way he said parties indicated he knew exactly what kind of parties went on here. My cheeks went hot. It was both arousing and humiliating to think of Alejandro knowing the dirty things I liked: being hand- cuffed, spanked, forced to expose my pussy to interested strangers while Philip grinned.

“So I gotta say, you don’t seem like the rest of the freaks who come here,” he said, as he began to net the insects and fallen leaves off the surface. “All that weird equipment inside—are you really into that kinky shit?”

“Beautiful” by Teresa Noelle Roberts

Alexis understood Jane’s fears without Jane saying anything. “You’re gorgeous,” Alexis whispered, clasping the cuff around her wrist. “You’re strong.” Alexis ran her hand along Jane’s outstretched arm, tracing the muscles Jane had worked so hard to keep in shape before her surgery, muscles that were no longer as defined as they once were. Jane winced, but the sincerity in her domme’s voice cut through her panic. Alexis believed what she was saying. Jane might not, but she trusted Alexis, so she breathed the deep, cleansing breaths she’d mastered during treatment, and tried to accept.

“Lariat” by Michelle Augello-Page

I walked into his room wearing high, high heels and an alarming red dress, cinched at the waist with the rope he had left in my bed. The lasso was knotted tightly, loose threads dangling seductively on my thighs. His eyes narrowed. His rope was around my waist.

“Toasted Marshmallows” by Tilly Hunter

I stare at my best friend’s cock. I’ve never seen it before. But from this position—on my knees—I’m getting a close-up view. It’s around the same erect length as my own, but a little thicker. Its head is darker.

“I said, suck it.” Karen repeats the order. She doesn’t like having to repeat an order and I don’t like letting her down. I stick my tongue out, shape it around Nathan’s head and guide it into my mouth. I’d use my hands, but she’s cuffed them behind me—and linked them to my ankle restraints for good measure.

“The Shoot” by D.L. King  

“Very nice, Jordan, arms in front of you now, on the table,” I said as I patted his bottom, giving him the clue to raise it. “That’s it, now open your legs for me,” I said, gently pushing and prodding him into the position I wanted. I ran my finger up his hard cock and pulled and stretched his balls down in back. An involuntary shudder coursed through his muscles. “Very good, Jordan. Later, Mistress will give you a nice reward,” I whispered, as I smoothed my hands down the backs of his thighs. “Won’t that be something to look forward to?”

“Sunday in the Art Gallery with George” by Elizabeth Coldwell

“God, I’ve been longing to do this to you,” my husband breathes as he guides me onto his lap. I wriggle and pout, trying to stop him flipping up my skirt to reveal my white cotton panties, but it’s a perfunctory effort. I want him to do this to me, to go further and pull down my panties to bare my bum. Even though there’s a possibility some staff member might discover us here, I need the shame of exposure.

“The Third Plug” by Nick Mamatas

The third plug wasn’t the hardest, as you thought it would be. After two weeks of training, it slides in easily…almost. The first plug felt so big. Now, with Sir’s palm warm on your ass, cool lube flowing like a snake down your bottom and the largest plug your man owns wedged tight inside you, you can’t help but giggle, and giggle again at the swat you get for giggling.

“Others” by Jade A. Waters

But now she waited, wanting to scream in embarrassment and longing, unable to see much at this angle except the legs of couples who stopped to stare, some of them silent, others whispering as her legs quaked beneath her. They wouldn’t dare touch her, but as the minutes passed slowly by—an eternity with her naked- ness exposed—her sex pulsed for them to do just that. When Jeremy returned, Carley was well on the path to an orgasm built solely out of desperation.

“Without Question” by Lucy Felthouse

I have the utmost respect for my Mistress and never want to do anything to displease her. Especially since my Mistress is also my wife.

Ever since I got back from Afghanistan and met her in a restaurant, she’s been testing me. Then, it was teasing my cock under the table while she was wearing sharp stilettos, bringing me to the very edge of climax, right there in the restaurant. Now, she occasionally takes over the role of my ex-commanding officer and treats me like some kind of new recruit.

“In the Darkness” by Regina Lafayette

My whole body is alert, lying exposed and at her disposal. Suddenly, I feel her swing a leg over to straddle me. The soft touch of her leather crop kisses my neck, the flat tip dragging agonizingly slowly over my breasts and down the center of my belly. With a sure and quick motion she flicks the sensitive flesh of my clit, making me cry out. I tense, unable to see where she’s aiming her next blow.

“The Test” by Kristina Wright

I’m trembling, overwhelmed with emotions. Excited. Nervous. Terrified.

I do not like anything around my neck, not even a necklace. It was the one thing I would not allow you. Anything else, you could have. Anything else, I would do. But not my neck. Not until now. And you have worked very hard to get to this point. You have earned my devotion. My love.

“Patiently Waiting” by Alyssa Morris

Her nostrils fill with the scents of leather and the vanilla candle that she knows is lit on the table. On her knees, leaning over the ottoman next to the couch, her breasts rub on the cold leather as her nipples harden and try to push deeper into the material. The added stimulation is welcome, especially since she has been tightly blindfolded and had earplugs put in. She can’t hear anything, and even if she got the blindfold to come off she wouldn’t be able to look behind her due to being bound in her current position. Her hands are tied tightly behind her back, forcing her to use her chest to keep herself balanced. She can only imagine how she looks, chocolate skin draped over the smooth cream-colored leather.

“Brunch” by L.C. Spoering

“Panties off,” she breathed out, her bag sliding off her shoulder and to the floor. They were both wearing skirts, Lizzie’s shorter, a stretch of pale skin visible between the hem and the cuffs of her kneesocks.

Lizzie’s bag was already on the floor, and she rose up on the toes of her sneakers as her fingers went under her skirt to tug her underwear off—a black lace thong, the same as she always wore, damp in the middle. She blushed as she untangled the garment from her shoes and held it out to Nina, who draped it by the cell phone.

“Love and Salt” by Erzabet Bishop

“Hmmm. Very sweet. Caramel suits you, my dear.”

She squeezed out some more over my breasts and reached for the salt, shaking it over me. Starting at my breasts, she roamed her way just upward of the apex of my thighs and licked at the sticky caramel and chocolate she had poured across my needful flesh.

“Now, I wonder. Are you ready for more?”

“Brazen” by Kathleen Delaney-Adams

Your face looks more than slightly dangerous with need, and relief washes over me when I see the smile lurking behind your eyes. That mix of dark and sweet in you had me, claws in deep, from the moment we met. Bad boy with brutal hands or irresistibly charming butch—no matter, I was a goner. Still am. You cup my head tenderly in one hand and unzip your jeans slowly with the other, savoring the sudden gleam in my eye. How I love the sound of your zipper. I tremble as much from anticipation of what is coming next as from the sharp pain in my knees and legs.

“Story Time” by Inara Serene

“You know the more you tell me how much you hate the idea, the more I want to make you do it.”

My gaze dropped to my folded hands, and I examined the ring on my left index finger with undue attention. Even the barest hint of suggestion of the threat rendered me pliant and demure. His words traced over the outline of the tattoo he had imprinted on my psyche, making me visibly shake with the knowledge that I was his, and he could do as he wished with me.

“Princess” by Amelia June

Plucking a wooden spoon out of a kitchen drawer, I go back to the bedroom. I give an extra swing to my hips so my high heels click on the tile.

When I get into the room, he’s eager. His breath comes quickly, his body shaking with the stress of being on his knees. I hold the spoon in both hands, tapping the bowl of it against my palm. For a moment I’m the evil queen to his princess. “Knees hurt?” I ask, arching one eyebrow.

“Contact” by Shenoa Carroll-Bradd

Clare strode into the hotel bar without glancing to either side, as instructed.

No eye contact, he’d said.

She ordered a sidecar, tugging down the hem of the skirt he’d picked out. It wasn’t her favorite, but of the six potential outfits she’d sent, this was the one he wanted. While she waited for her drink, Clare slid a compact mirror from her purse and used it to scope out the other patrons. She wasn’t sure what to look for; he hadn’t sent a picture of his face, just his hands, crossed over one knee.

“For Her Art” by Elise Hepner

Our eyes locked. Her tongue slicked across her lips, making me wet. Her irises were wide with need, and I imagined mine mirrored her lust. The scatter of voices and peals of laughter died away. And as some expensive perfume prickled up inside my nostrils, her small manicured hand flitted through the air, as if she intended to touch me. But only the tight caress of air licked against my belly. My intent, voyeuristic friend took three short steps to the right—and pressed the button to the side of me with the heel of her palm.

“Working It Out” by Roger Markson

No sooner had my mind drifted than her boot was right under my nose. “Clearly, your mind is elsewhere. Helen, please go fetch the whip.” For a second, I was scared, but when I saw the smile on pretty Helen’s face, I let myself go with the moment. “I’m turning you over to Helen for the moment—I can’t waste the whole class on you, Kyle.” Hearing my name from Lucille’s mouth, uttered as both a warning and a promise, it seemed, made me even more aroused. I was pulsing with energy. Was this the famed endorphin rush I’d been searching for? I wasn’t sure, but I followed Helen to a far corner.

“Control” by Cate Ellink

The leather against my hips and stomach is cool. The burn in the back of my legs increases as I lower my head. A cascade of hair smothers the wooden boards. Heavy breasts strain as I swing forward, dropping toward my lowered head, stretching the flesh across my ribs. My nipples squeeze. Blood rushes to my brain in a pounding rush. When I first tried this, I orgasmed from the rush of blood, but I’ve learned control. I wonder if Dashiell remembers.

His cane was so quick back then. I earned it often. An orgasm followed by the cane equaled a double coming. Punishment and reward.

“Unanchored” by Corrine Arundo

For the twenty-seventh night in a row now, I will get my vibrator out, buzz against my clit, building the tingling and the hurricane of sensation. Building up to the edge—then stopping because you aren’t here and it doesn’t feel as good without you. I miss you. And I’m mad at you. The tears come, not surprisingly, like they have for twenty-seven nights now. I am empty, wanting you to make me full again. I am aching and waiting. I am unanchored without you to pull me back to earth, back to where I belong, back under you. Missing you and missing my pleasure is too much. I can’t do it. Not anymore.

“Fucktoy” by Lady Lucretia

Now stay in that position and don’t you move,” she instructed him in a firm voice. He nodded while looking up at her and gave some kind of garbled response. She wasn’t sure what he said because of the ball gag in his mouth. No matter. There was a chance that even without the ball gag he wouldn’t be forming coherent sentences. She’d just given him a punishment like he’d never had before—but he did have it coming. Rules were made for a reason, and if they weren’t enforced, what was the point of having them?

“Caramel” by Kathleen Tudor

One of the party hosts was circulating with a challenge: name the reindeer in alphabetical order and win a prize. And he was taking on the challenge. Thomas. A big man, muscled all over, with arms like a superhero, and those tight leather pants showed something else at heroic proportions as well.

“Blitzen, Comet, Cupid…”

I set down my paper cup full of punch and moved behind him as he went through the list, breathing deeply enough to make my breasts swell over the top of my corset, even though the effect was wasted for the moment.

“The Bulldog Breed” by Lisette Ashton

She’d opened her mouth to ask if anyone was about when she heard someone moan.

It was an exclamation of obvious pain.

But there was something else in the sound: something needy, obvious and sexual. It was a sound Dani knew well, a sound that often reverberated from the walls of her own bedroom.

She stiffened.

She glanced back toward the door, planning to make an escape before she was discovered. She turned and caught her hip against a corner of the reception desk. The collision caused a small thud.

“Mistress Raven” by Olivia Archer

She is always magnificent in her black thigh-high boots, sporting one of her array of leather dresses. Her simple makeup is set off by deep-red lipstick; her dark hair is secured in a single band. No further embellishments are needed. At times she carries a whip, but often her words are her only tools. They cut as sharply as any implement.

“Following Orders” by Jade Melisande

Except that at this party there was a woman dressed in a latex catsuit, stroking the head of a naked man at her feet; two men stood by the fireplace discussing the merits of jute rope versus hemp while one of them tied a woman’s wrists; and elsewhere a man traced a knife slowly down the arm of the woman standing next to him without breaking her skin.

Yep, just another kinky party at the Pleasure Dome, as their hosts liked to refer to the house where they held weekly play parties for the local BDSM crowd.

“Writer’s Block” by Kitten Boheme

“Follow,” Alex ordered. She followed, surrendering to him. When they reached her table, she sat. “No!” Pulling her up by her hair, he swept the chair away deftly with his foot.

“Bend over, put these on the table,” he said, slapping her forearms.

Claire obeyed. She turned to watch Alex remove his apron. He put a hand on either side of her face, directing her gaze straight ahead; he positioned the makeshift blindfold over her eyes, tying it tight. Taking her hands, he guided her fingers to the home row of the keyboard.

“Help! My Wife’s a Former Dominatrix!” by Angela R. Sargenti

Well, this was something new. She normally starts my spankings over the top of them, and once I’m warmed up, she pulls them down for the real thing.

The most she’s ever done before is make me take them down at the same time as my pants.

My heart pounded fiercely as I watched her spread a clean towel across her lap. When she glanced up at me again, her eyes bored into me.

“That Moment When” by Martha Davis

That was my WTF moment. Yes, I wanted exotic and hot sex of the extreme sport variety, but tossed on the floor and forgotten? I struggled in my bonds and my tummy fluttered with the thrill of my complete helpless- ness. My pussy grew even wetter. The passing time only let me meditate and mentally masturbate on my predicament.

“You really need to delete your browser history. The things you’ve been studying? Good for me to know, but makes me wonder about the educators of our impressionable teenagers.”

He reached in the box and pulled out a black leather paddle. “How does it feel to be tied up like that little computer glossy you gave me? You like it?”

“The Dinner” by Erzabet Bishop

Trying to control my breathing, I reached for the glass of wine in an effort to calm myself. His touch was making me into a puddle of want. Picking up my fork, I stabbed some lettuce absently, preparing for what was to come next.

I paused with the fork in midair; it quivered in my hand as I met his eyes. “Yes, Sir.” His finger edged inside of me once again, one finger becoming two, and I gave up all pretense of trying to eat. When he turned up the control on the egg, my fork clattered to the plate. Sucking in my breath, I looked up in alarm as a warning cloud settled on his features.

“Room with a View” by Rose de Fer

It sat in the center of the room, dominating the space like a stage. They made it up with satin sheets and a silk duvet all in red and black, topping it with a scattering of pillows. And when they were done they did what all loving couples do on their first night in their new home: they fucked.

At first I felt guilty, and I put the binoculars down. But even without them my eye was drawn back to the naked window and the nakedness I could see through it. The man was slightly older. Older than her and older than me. Handsome and athletic. I couldn’t have appreciated that piercing gaze without the binoculars. It was little wonder his lovely wife had fallen under his spell.

“Fitting Assignment” by Marie Rebelle

With a nervous glance at the curtain, she double- checked that no one could see her from the other side. Claire pulled her skirt up as she looked back at the screen of the phone. Image by image, she appeared on the telephone screen: her stockings, the garter belt, her naked pussy. Claire had one more thing to check before she could continue with her task. She took a small step closer to the phone and put her left foot on the bench. Yes! The image on the screen was what she had in mind. The lighting in the cubicle was perfect. Light from the ceiling reflected in the mirror and back at her. The image was without shadows. Every detail of the folds of her pussy was visible on the screen.

“Spider” by Valerie Alexander

I kept a cool face as we passed a caged girl, a shirt- less man with red welts crisscrossing his back, and another girl bridled like a pony. We were here because the host made bondage furniture, and Devon and I were commissioning him to build us a St. Andrew’s cross—if we could afford it, that was. Bondage furniture tended to be expensive.

I ignored the doms eyeing me and smirking. Though I’d been sexually submitting to Devon in private for eight months now, I’d never had the desire—or the guts—to take part in the scene, as people called it. Somehow I didn’t think I could get turned on by a spanking or whipping here the way I did in private.

“The Chrome Plated Connection” by Ginger F.

He’s lying down, and I straddle him. His hands clasp my hips, still toying with the line of my panties, and make me squirm. I let my nail drag over his nipple, and with a deep breath and a smile, I begin to play.

I start by pressing the clover clamp to his nipple. I can hear him suck in a breath. I use my other hand to start toying with the other nipple as I tease my Master with the lightest pressure from the clamp, opening and closing it at intervals. His eyes are shut and he’s pressing his head back, but his hands remain firm and unyielding on my hips. When his fingers dig in I know it’s time, and I let the first clamp establish itself on his flush flesh.

“How to Fail” by Laurel Isaac

All I could think was how I must be doing something wrong. I must have forgotten some technique I usually use, or there must be something wrong with my body that the feeling good wasn’t kicking in. Maybe if I waited a little longer it would start to. Maybe this was how it always was in the beginning? If only he’d slow down I might be able to figure it out, but the paddle abruptly landed squarely in the middle of my right cheek. The throbbing felt like it had shocked me right in half. I let out a sob. And there it was again, and again. If only I had a minute, I might be able to…but the strokes kept landing, bludgeoning, deafening.

“Crush” by Giselle Renarde

He doesn’t hesitate long before biting her cunt, right through the tight layer of black lace. She hisses. It’s better than good. His nibbles send shock waves down her legs and up to the nipples hardening inside her black bra. She likes to coordinate. “I wish I could fuck you with my clit.” He glances up at her. “Fuck me where?”

“Your throat,” she says. “Your ass. If my clit grew big and hard, I’d slap it across your bratty little face. I’d smack your cheeks. I’d spank your ass.”

“Housebroken” by Laila Blake

Softly, like the kiss of a butterfly she ran the tip of a peacock’s feather over her kitten’s stomach, smiling at the little movements that showed her pleasure, the tingling of the bell and the tiny whimpers. She found the arch of her rib cage and traced along its path. Her kitten flexed her stomach and released again. Imani ticked her belly button, trying to drill the feather into the small, tight hole to make her do it again. She was rewarded with a tiny squeal and little kicks into the air.

“Stronger Than Steel” by Alva Rose

Even when he’s on the edge, even when he finally breaks and his hands grip me a little tighter, he’s quiet, strong, restrained. Always the picture of control.

Tonight, when he comes home from his week on a remote construction site, I’m going to take that away.

He is always rewarded by the sound of his name coming breathless and distorted from my mouth, by the hard upward curve of my spine and the bucking of my hips, the slickness that spreads pale, wet butterfly wings on my thighs, and tonight I will get mine.

“Student Becomes Master” by Rob Rosen

My cock throbbed. He smacked that next. Ass to cock, cock to ass. “Mister Matthews,” I reiterated. “Please untie me.” Even to my own ears my plea came off sounding rather weak.

He crouched down, our faces barely an inch apart. “Funny, your voice says one thing, but your prick says something else.” He got on his knees and rubbed his dickhead against my lips before smacking my cheek with it. Again I moaned, body quaking in rapt anticipation. “You were a fucking sadist in my youth, Mister Jones. What’s happened to you?”

“Where the Sun Don’t Shine” by Corvidae

The phone buzzed again a few minutes later. I don’t like the look of that suit. You’re going to get tan lines. You know I don’t like anyone but me marking your skin, Pet.

A thrill shot through her. He wouldn’t have called her “Pet” unless he had some sort of game in mind. She hesitated, then replied. What would you have me do…Sir?

There was a longer delay this time, but when his reply came it was short. Take it off. Now.

“Object” by Regina Kammer

“Take off your clothes.” “Sorry?” This was most irregular. “Take off your clothes,” Shorn said pointedly. “Give ’em to me. Jen’ll take it from there.” And when he was completely nude, Jen took it from there. She was over six feet, with a weightlifter’s body and a smoker’s voice. He felt compelled to do whatever Jen said and to keep quiet about it.

“Against the wall.” She provided an encouraging shove.

“The Control Tower” by Olivia Summersweet

“United 830, cleared for takeoff, contact Norcal departure,” I told a pilot through my headset, getting him off the runway just seconds before a landing plane set down.

Another close call. These fantasies about Brad had to stop. This month I’d already created a “golden towbar,” two planes nose to nose that had to be towed apart because airplanes can’t back up. I’d been the laughing- stock of the tower. I’d been mentally sucking Brad’s cock at the time. I’d never actually seen Brad’s cock, but I imagined it as just a bit longer and thicker than average, with a large, shapely, purple head. Perfect for sucking. My mouth watered again just thinking about it. Please let me suck it, please. I closed my eyes.

“Long Skirt” by Gigi Frost

I stand, alone, in the center of the room. There is only an inch of leg showing between the hem of my long skirt and the ankle straps of my shoes. You walk around me, appraising. I duck my head and look up into your eyes, then away again. Then you are behind me. I grip the sides of the skirt in each hand and lift it, ever so slightly. I am going to give myself to you, expose my flesh for you, one inch at a time. I practiced in the mirror this afternoon, trying to learn by muscle memory what an inch feels like so I could do this accurately, the same way I use a mirror in rehearsal to learn what height

to raise my leg, where to place my hands.

“Breathless Obedience” by Cèsar Sanchez Zapata

I didn’t notice the leather collar in her hand until she clasped it around my throat then took a step back, admiring her handiwork with a wicked grin. She pulled a two-tailed tawse—how perfectly old school—from beneath the mattress, and crawled on, drawing her exquisite legs on either side of my waist, nestling my cock between her thighs.

Leaning forward, crushing her breasts against me, she hooked the belt behind my head to lift up my face. I parted my lips for a kiss, but she merely licked and bit, teasing my tongue until I was positively frantic. As if from a far distance, I heard my own pleas. Whimpering! The anticipation always got to me. She knew that, and relished it, I’m certain, more than anything else.

“Mine” by Roxanna Cross

“You’d rub that pussy of yours over that glass, beg him to come closer and lick you through the thin barrier. You’d grind your pussy on my cock and come in long trembling gushes.” Of course he knew. He always knew. “I should be angry with you for wanting another man to give you pleasure.” He slapped his open palm across my derrière. “But I’m not.” Another slap. “I love that you’re such a slut,” And another. “My slut.” His next slap reverberated all the way to my clit. “Mine,” he said savagely.

His words got to me.

“Second Date” by Alice Gauntley

Do you own any strap-ons?” Jamie asks, her engineer boots playing footsie with my worn Chuck Taylors. I shake my head. “I’m more of a bottom. As I’m sure you know.” This is only our second date, but our first was at a play party, so I feel like the normal rules of propriety don’t really apply.

“A bottom in the kink sense, sure,” says Jamie, her leather-clad heel pressing so hard on my toe all of a sudden that I almost let out a whimper in the middle of this hipster-student café. “But I didn’t see you complaining when I shoved your fingers into my cunt last weekend. I seem to remember you were very…enthusiastic about it. Or were you just being obedient?”

“Table Manners” by M. Marie

Her order was emphasized by a hard smack against my upper left thigh. I dropped my gaze immediately, but that didn’t seem sufficient assurance for her that I wouldn’t sneak another peek. Her hands pulled away and there was a rustle of fabric, before a strip of dark satin was slipped over my eyes and tied behind my head.

A whine escaped my throat. I hated being blindfolded, and she was well aware of that fact. My complaint fell on deaf ears, though; her hands had already abandoned the tight knot and were sliding back down my spine and over the round curve of my ass. As her fingers found my wet pussy and slipped between the lips, I forgot all grievances.

“Teddy, Bare” by Jere Haken

Now, Theodore!”

The formality of my given name rings in my ears and prompts me to obey. Adam has always been gentle, but tonight his first responsibility as my new husband will be to punish me.

My fingers are cold and clumsy as I shove my pants to my knees. As instructed, I didn’t bother with briefs when I changed out of the tuxedo. Adam liked me in my fancy clothes, but he loves me in my normal, comfort- able wardrobe. Plain T-shirt and plain jeans for a plain boy.

“The Problem is, I’m a Bitch” by Corrine Arundo

It was sometime in college when I realized I liked a certain kind of pain. I’d get a rush from a paper cut or a good pinch. And when my coaches would smack my wet ass after a swim, I’d always wish they’d done it harder, with more bite. That was when I first tried out some BDSM. But it does tend to raise some eyebrows, coming to swim practice all bruised up. And that shit is year round.

The problem is, I’m a bitch. I have friends who play the brat game; I’m so much more than that. I want to make my dominant really hurt me.

“The Lost Suitcase” by Tamsin Flowers

He left me standing in position and I heard a clatter as he emptied the carrier bags onto the small table by the window. He seemed to be sorting through multiple items. After a minute or so he came back to me. Again he stood behind me but this time his hands went to my neck. He pulled my hair to one side and slipped a collar around my neck. It felt rough and hard compared to the soft leather collar I normally wore. He caressed my neck as he fastened it, and his touch sent a flutter to my loins. Had Target started selling bondage gear?

“It’s from the pet department,” he said, reading my mind.

“The Rhino C.” by Margery Kempe

The fireplace crackled, casting warmth and light across the room.

“We’ll soon have you comfortable.” He slipped her jacket off and threw it over the back of the comfy chair. Then he reached up to unbutton her blouse, keeping his gaze locked on hers. They had the same smile on their faces. When he slipped off her blouse, he leaned forward to bite her nipple through her bra.

Sheila whimpered.

“Marni’s Working Area” by Dominic Santi

Marni used to make me masturbate until I climaxed before she paddled me. Then she discovered that fucking cock-milking toy. Her new routine gave a whole new meaning to the worddread when I fucked up. She walked over to the side of the bed, her hips swaying and her boobs jiggling, frowning so hard my balls wanted to climb inside and hide. She picked up the lubricant and squeezed a long, slick stream over her middle finger.

“Pull your legs up and back.”

“Lost in the Feeling” by Nicole Gestalt

He leads me away from the rug and the throw to an area that at first appears free of fur and pulls me down onto a seat. It’s an oddly shaped seat; the front part is wider than the back, meaning to sit on it comfortably you have to do so with legs open wide. Upon the sides are wide cuffs designed for my thighs whilst upon the back of the chair is a cuff large enough to hold both my wrists together firmly. With a practiced hand, he does them up so I am held helpless on the chair, spread wide, knowing full well in this position he could do absolutely anything to me. My enforced confinement from the fur-lined cuffs makes my submission that much sweeter. By wriggling and straining against the cuffs, I can get the fur to move against my skin, sending arcs of pleasure through me.

“Choker” by Sean Finn

Instead, Tyler pulled me close for a rough kiss that bruised my lips, his hand on the back of my neck speaking volumes. He was in charge, and he wasn’t just going to “let me do the honors.” He was going to fuck my mouth, just like his tongue was probing its depths.

I whimpered when he finally pulled away, utterly shaken—in the best possible way. I was more nervous than I’d been with my very first blow job, my confidence knocked to the ground. I followed Tyler, in awe of how he’d gotten me to give up any semblance of control or confidence in mere seconds.

“Reverse Psychology” by Rachel Kramer Bussel

“Now the other one,” Sasha grunted, and I transferred my lips to her right nipple while she tugged at my hair. I dared to brush my cock against her leg to show her how hard I was. I’m grateful that she likes to get fucked; I’ve been with women who loved nothing more than to tease me, to have me watch them with other men’s dicks in their mouths and pussies, to tie me up and let me see a vibrator do the work I longed to do. With Sasha, as long as I get her primed with her favorite kind of pain, she is more than ready for my cock.

“Aftermath” by Michael in Texas

He once suggested that after a spanking, whenever I’m sitting down, I pull up my skirt so my bottom—at least the part below the panties—is bare on the seat. It was a suggestion, not an order—he knows better than that. On the drive to work, I try it. The upholstery is scratchy against my thighs; it tingles and itches. I become aroused. I feel ridiculous, so at the first stoplight, I pull my skirt back down. My ass muscles burn when I raise my hips.

“Take Down” by Marievie

The body above me is too heavy, the grass too slippery, his grip too tight. Instead, he turns me back over, grabs my wrists right above my head. I feel bondage tape being wrapped around first my wrists, then my legs. I struggle in horror, groaning. Both of us are covered in sweat by now, so the tape keeps slipping and my hands and legs stay free. As he leans over to reach into his bag, I grab anything within reach, clawing the grass, his shirt, his chest, until my hands get hold of his kilt and I tear it off, leaving him naked but for boots and socks.

“Hard Things” by Joy Faolán

I said I’ve never let anyone do that before. I said I was scared. I said I didn’t know what to expect. I said I knew it would make her happy. I said I knew this was my Hard Thing. And then…

Then I said yes.

I knew that this would be intense. I knew it would not be easy. I knew, actually, that it would be thehardest thing I have done for her…for anyone.

“Breathless” by Dorla Moorehouse

I focus on your hands, meditating on your skin and the pressure it provides. You’ll leave a few marks on me, two purple thumbprints in the gap between my collarbones, and from the correct angle, they’ll look like a heart. I love the way those marks linger, the way I get to wear the evidence, even though I’ll have to spend the better part of a week being careful with my wardrobe. I don’t want to deal with questions—or worse, assumptions.

Trying to zero in on the feeling of your fingertips, on the bruise forming beneath my skin, I close my eyes, yearning to become pure sensation.

“Perfect Gentleman” by Donna George Storey

She narrows her eyes, cat-like. “Aren’t you going to try to kiss me again?”

“May I?”

She giggles, but opens her mouth to him easily enough. Their tongues dance. She makes mewing noises, like she always does when she’s ready to go at it. Yet whenever he tries to touch her breast, she twists away. She’s not wearing a bra, either, but some weird, rigid undergarment—a corset? His penis throbs in his pants, oozing precome.

“Control yourself, please. Remember that I’m a lady.”