I love the look of this man. He’s exactly what I envision as the perfect Dom for my next story, Binding Brinley. He’s been my muse, and I guess it’s been working because I’m 49k words into a novel that was only supposed to be around 30k to start with. Help! I’m writing and I can’t shut up!
Oh, what the hell, right? So long as it makes for a better story. What do you think? Do you want to see more of this story, or less? lol
“Take my offer,” he cajoled.
He shrugged with his expression alone. “Then you don’t. There will be no punishment. For that.”
Something in his tone caught her ear. “For that?”
“After supper,” Rowth promised. “After Rog has settled for the night, then you and I will take our first trip down into the cellar together. I told you what would happen if you misbehaved. Actions have consequences, Brinley. Tonight, you will learn exactly what my consequences entail.”
Her sex convulsed, quivering under the shuddering strains of yet another orgasm. First with stripes of my belt and then with a hard, disciplinary fuck. That was what he had threatened. That was what he was going to do to her and, God help her, just the thought of it was enough to make her want to come all over again.
Let’s keep the coffee and the momentum flowing! If I keep going like this, I should hopefully be ready to send this to the editors and the beta readers in two more weeks. Tentative publishing schedule is for this to go live somewhere around the end of March, and will be the first in a set of 5 books by fellow authors Dinah McLeod
, Renee Rose
, Megan Michaels
and Kate Richards
And just FYI, this post would not have taken anywhere near as long to write, nor would it have been even half this frustrating, had I not been non-consensually forced to the bottom of a rambunctious kitten pile. Seriously, I’ve thrown Danny off my chest no less than 20 times. I’m shoving kittens back with one hand and stealing sips of my coffee with the other. If either one would just lie here quietly by or on me, I could still get some work done, but no. I’ve got two hands and two kittens, so get to petting, lazy human.
If baleful glares could write a book, this story would be finished by the end of the day.