A Naughty Elf
A little elf whispered in my ear, “Don’t hang your stockings
by the chimney with care. Put them on, along with those red stilettos, the matching
bustier and mini-skirt. Go be naughty!”
I frowned. Me? Wearing an outfit like that? Ha! He must have
been drinking too much hot chocolate! I had, which is why that skirt didn’t fit
anymore. But wait, that was reality!
Quick, quick, oh, hurry! I dash across the room and grab the nearest
vehicle of fantasy!
Yes! I’m off now. And I’m sleek and long and dressed in red
leather!
And hells to the yes! The elf is no longer the same elf whispering in my ear. He’s taller, leaner, a pillar of strength and power. And he's dressed in full Dom gear, a flogger in his large, strong sexy hand.
And hells to the yes! The elf is no longer the same elf whispering in my ear. He’s taller, leaner, a pillar of strength and power. And he's dressed in full Dom gear, a flogger in his large, strong sexy hand.
“You’ve been very naughty.” His voice is deep, lusty. His
dark gaze strays from the tippy-toe of my red heels to the polished red tip of my
fingernails high above my head. My wrists are bound to the wall, the
cold metal biting deliciously into my flesh. I’m helpless…his to do with as he wishes.
I lower my head to hide my smile. I know he likes it when I’m
bad.
And that’s how easy it is to be naughty, to get lost in a
book, a fantasy. I do it whenever I can, whether I’m reading or writing. In my
latest release, Tara must let go of the world she knows and submit to the
unknown world of BDSM. She’s very, very naughty and loves every minute of it!
Tara Sherwood never dreamed she’d
let a man put her in chains, call her pet and spank her into submission, or
that she’d derive pleasure from punishment. But her future hangs in the balance
and the choice is simple—walk away, or kneel at the Master’s feet.
A morsel of decadence that will whet
your appetite for whips, bondage and a Master of your own.
Excerpt:
A loud pop across the room snapped
her head up. The rest of her body jerked but remained immobile, proving the
restraints worked and just how vulnerable she was. Oh god, what had she been
thinking? She’d never even been spanked before much less whipped.
He was beside her again, a warm hand
on her back, smoothing the length of her spine. “Shh, shh, shh.” His palm slid
along her hip and over the curve of ass. “It sounds worse than it feels.”
Tara sucked in a deep breath and
exhaled slowly. She trusted him. She had to, had to do this.
Something tickled the opposite
buttock. It felt like dozens of velvety fingers. No, not fingers. Strands of
soft leather. She trembled as it shadowed the path of his hand down one thigh,
over her calf and back up again then along her back. The tickling continued
down her arms until he finally held it for her to see. And seeing the
instrument he planned to use on her helped ease the panic.
Funny, she should have been more
afraid, not less. Maybe she wanted this more than she thought.
See, Tara is enjoying herself,
living a fantasy. I encourage you—no, I dare you—to find your own little elf, let him whisper in your ear. Then go,
be naughty!
Darah (always on The Naughty List)
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