A different type of book
I was touching in with BRs this morning and I thought to share the new thing I added the warning/context/to the reader type page I have at the beginning of my serial. Since a simple paragraph listing the types of sex by far isn't enough for my writing. And so I share a paragraph that talks about my writing, especially in the Vala's Story serial, and how extreme it is.
Writing in community. Well that bit of writing, warning, trigger, what-have-you... it got moved to "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" and so I have to mention it again now or before in the publishing scheme of things. Delia Grace and the two books she's published through Blushing Books inspired this bit of writing. She has books with various warnings too; I especially appreciated the warnings of her darling Nettie (from her book "Affirming Antoinette") felt like a sister I'd always wanted. But so her warnings... lead me to thinking about how much I push and prod and provoke in the Vala's Story serial. I'm not sure I could ever give adequate warnings. In rewriting the books, I've explored things that enrich the plot line that I simply didn't have enough lived experience and thought time to be able to write. So yes, please, be ready when you sit to read my writing. You might find intense BDSM activity. You might find social justice discussion. You might find my characters discussing the intricacies of their many relationships, childhood abuse histories, domestic abuse that they've endured as adults, and a number of potentially triggering things. I will still try to put trigger warnings, content warnings, context explanations as I can in front of each book, but I might not catch everything; I'm a survivor of much myself and my perception of what is traumatic can be quite different from others.
Author silliness in Wingdings
Hm, we'll see, author silliness of Facebook encouraged me to write a short snippet of sex in Wingdings. So it won't copy/paste the Wingdings in so I'll share what I wrote not knowing what I wrote...
She watches from the bondage chair as he approaches me where I lay bound in the middle of the bed. Our bed.
I pull down on the cuffs that hold my hands above my head; my fingers pushing into the pillows. "I love you," I whisper.
He brushes his fingers up my legs, fingertips going to nail edges as he pulls closer to my cunt.
She moans; his touh on me is as good as him tormetning her. "Come," he says and we both tremble.
Daddy Tucks Us In
When i looked at the picture that Kayla had picked, I giggled. I awwww'd at the line she wrote about me. I was pondering before church what I'd write since I had to write after missing last week from being too depressed, with Kayla having picked my picture. As amusingly happens, I did some of my best writing during church- thank goodness I'm a Unitarian Universalist :D. I started from the little bits of interaction that happened between my Master and I the night I took the picture and The Queen turned it into full out ageplay.
"Are you trying to take a picture of your pussy?" Master asks.
"No, Master." I giggle. "Daddy, I'm trying to take a picture of my fun, new socks!" I grin as His wrinkled nose; no Daddy during sex, but He's never quite said it squicks Him enough I should never say. I mean. He jokes and calls me Mommy.
He's at the door, leaving for work.
I dance, run toward Him, hopping and yelling, "Dangly bits! Dangly bits!"
"I'll give you dangly bits," He mutters as He grabs me around the waist for a hug. He kisses my forehead before leaning over further to kiss to my lips.
"Are you going to be good and write instead of playing games?"
I wanna see how far I an push ageplay, But no. I don't want more lines. "Yes, Master. Masturbation Monday needs written."
"Do we need to discuss when you can masturbate again?"
I pout. "Um, maybe, not really, Master."
"Okay, after you write a good bit."
"Yes, Master. Love You, Master." I watch Him walk out the screen door before shutting the storm door.
Spell check completed. Word count- 900 words. Post setting up tomorrow; I'm pretending I have a bed time.
"Lay down, little boy," The Queen coos at Gaelan.
He looks so good on my Master's side of the bed. I turn on my side, my greedy fingers between my thighs, wanting to watch.
"I think you need your Daddy tonight," The Queen continues. He brushes his finger down Gaelan's jaw, his fingers moving slowly through the thick beard.
"Daddy?" Gaelan echoes.
"Yes, your Daddy."
My middle finger slides into my moist twinkle cave as The Queen tenderly rubs Gaelan's chest, up and down strokes that encourage my finger's movements.
"Good boy. Relax into the rubbing." The Queen leans over to kiss Gaelan's forehead. "Should I make Joelle tell you a story as I rub you or would you like a Daddy story?"
"I think Joelle needys a story too, Daddy," Gaelan murmurs.
Needys? Beyond needys.
"A little boy grew up in a house without enough love. Still a little boy on the inside, he crossed a great big pond. Sad and big tears followed him to his bed. Then he meet his Daddy. His Daddy was always ready to give kisses and cuddles because he loves his little boy to the moon and back. Daddy didn't have a Mommy to give his little boy, but he did have a sissy to share."
My orgasm explodes around my stilled finger; The Queen's parted but unspeaking lips tell me he knows. I kiss Gaelan's cheek and close my eyes.
"Sissy loved Bubby as Daddy loved her. She loved watching Daddy help Bubby feel better."
I cuddle up to Gaelan's side, my arm over his broad chest; The Queen begins to rub Bubby's belly.
"Daddy's Gods say we should love each other, that we are all family. My sweetie boy, my loving girl. Daddy is here, no matter what. Daddy does not ask you to be anything, but your cute selves."
I swallow as the wonky, not physically encouraged orgasm kisses me, like The Queen's lips moving from Gaelan's forehead to my own.
"Are you read for sleepies, little loves?"
"Yes, Daddy," Gaelan and I answer together.
He's here to tuck me in like Master does on His nights off when He sees I need it.
The Queen places Ostara puppy against my back as the virtual realness of Gaelan's sweetness warms my front. He takes my sticky fingers from between my thighs and likes them clean. "Good night, little loves."
Watch for links in this one- I'm sharing a bunch today...
I'm writing in my blog creator today. Yeah, after everything went so wrong on my previous blog and I lost anything that wasn't on my computer, I've certainly pondered doing this. You see me fresh out of the shower after I overdid physically activity outside and didn't drink enough; thankfully my sun block clothes from Coolibar protected me and I was just dehydrated.
I won't lie- I've been struggling. Various things have been hard. I'm feeling a super lack of socializing, which seems paradoxical given the fact that I have had "chat" back off on Facebook because someone got bent out of shape when I felt the need to speak a part of my truth. I just turned "chat" back on because I needed to PM an author friend after I won an ebook in a Facebook group "takeover."
This week, I've missed both Masturbation Monday and WipItUpWednesday blog hops. I hop to manage Masturbation Monday next week, especially since it's the final Monday during National Masturbation Month. Of course, WIP was its own issue this week because last week I finished sharing a big sex/BDSM scene from "Out of the Night: Book One" from the Vala's Story-verse; I'm not sure what I want to share there as I've finished "Night" and have it with beta readers, finished "Gates of the Garden: Book Two," and am currently working in "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three."
I've been doing pretty good with my vlog. I just finished a script about the idea of "Mx. Right" and I started working on something about my thoughts that Vala's Story is a serial, not a series, and how I've stopped using the word around of "series/serial." So I've been trying not to stalk my view statistics, although I can't deny that I look maybe once a day or so because I did look up the rules about monetization on YouTube and while I don't expect to be the next big YouTuber, my family's finances are such that any small bit of money helps. Right now I have 7 vlogs up.
I'm thinking to get posts up maybe today (Friday, when this will post), Saturday, and Sunday. I hope to. I have one vlog almost ready to upload. However, I also have an 18 year old who didn't go off to college and she wants to go to the mall etc. I just want to make it to the mall without her and have maybe an hour or two of writing without the constant interruptions that writing in the living room and being the fixer of everything (or so it seems) is warrant to.
Who comes when and where
Who comes when and where... yes, that title played in my mind as I was reading this final bit of Vala's first power exchange session with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon. Months of vanilla togetherness led up to this. The rest of the book, its pacing, makes me ponder what to share next. By the time this goes live, I may try doing my own Kickstarter to see if I can save up the money for a copy and sensitivity edit on this book.
"Yeah. You will need to do more of the moving," The Queen replied.
Tommy slid a second finger into Vala's ass; she leaned harder into The Queen, moaning against his skin. He pumped his fingers into her as he cupped her asscheek with his other hand.
"Is it that much better knowing I am making you my slave tomorrow?" The Queen taunted.
"Yes, my Queen. Please, my Queen," Vala cried.
"Please, what?" he demanded.
"Come. Tommy's cock. Please. Fuck," Vala babbled.
The Queen clicked his tongue. "You missed an awful lot of title use in that."
"Sorry, my Queen. Sorry. Unh. My Queen!" Vala trembled against The Queen as Tommy's fingers were replaced by his hard cock.
"You don't have permission to come yet, girl," Tommy barked.
"Please, my Lord," Vala begged. "You feel so good in my ass, my Lord."
"I wonder if that begging'll sound even prettier once she wears your collar, my Queen," Simon commented as he traced his fingers over Vala's shoulder. "That said, by your leave, I'd rather wait to sample the girl once she is your slave. I've had enough vanilla from her."
"Sure. Sit beside us, love?" The Queen replied.
"Sure, my Queen." Simon moved where Vala could see him out of the corner of her eye.
Tommy started pumping into Vala's ass, fucking her with increasing speed.
Her bound hands pressing into Tommy's stomach, Vala basked in the double penetration. "Please, my Queen. Need to come so bad, my Queen," she whimpered.
The Queen brushed Vala's hair back from her face. "You do, my baby girl?"
Orgasm trying to break through at his word choice, Vala moaned, "Yes, please, my Queen. I beg to come, my Queen." She gazed into his eyes, feeling lost in their icy blue depths. "Beg, my Queen. Beg, my Lord."
"Come for us," The Queen said before capturing Vala's lips and kissing her hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, seeming timed with Tommy's cock.
Vala pushed herself into the kiss as she pushed back with her hips against Tommy. She tightened her thighs against The Queen. Yours. Theirs. My Queen. Thank. Thank.
"Gonna fill you with my cum, girlie. You want my cum?" Tommy pulled on Vala's earlobe with his teeth.
Grunting into The Queen's mouth, Vala practically screamed her begging.
"That's my girl." Tommy thrust deep into Vala's ass and stilled. "Thanks, my Queen. Love you, Simon, Vala." His weight pressed down on her and The Queen.
"I beg to swallow your cum, my Queen," Vala whimpered.
Tommy laughed. "My Queen?"
Tommy's cock pulled from Vala's ass and his arms slipped under her bound ones. Feeling weightless in his arms, she nonetheless held in a shriek when he lifted her off The Queen. Trust. The tang of her arousal and The Queen's pre-cum filled her nose as her face and hair fell toward him. She struggled to wrap her mouth around his cock even with her hair in the way. She sucked him in, including her curls, and sucked as her orgasm continued to pump in her body. His cum filled her mouth and then her throat as she shuddered in Tommy's grasp.
"My girl," The Queen groaned as he grasped Vala's head and eased her hair back. "My sweet, baby girl."
Trust their care and love. Vala groaned as Tommy led her body across the couch, across The Queen's and Simon's laps. She turned her head and looked up at Simon's face through her hair. "Love you, my Lord."
"Love you, sweet girl." Simon brushed Vala's hair back from her face.
Vala trembled against the men.
"Here's a blanket, sweet," Tommy said before the welcome weight and warmth of the afghan covered Vala. He lifted her legs and joined them on the couch.
Moaning, Vala relaxed against them. The orgasm continued to play in her body in relaxing waves that made her tremble.
"Such a good girl," The Queen murmured as he rubbed her arm through the blanket.
"Thanks, my Queen. Love you, my Queen. Love you, my Lords." Vala shuddered with delight and closed her eyes.
Everyone knows the old saying “you can’t judge a book by its cover” isn’t true anymore. Not with the fast-paced world of digital publishing where every time you turn around there’s a new, interesting book release.
In this world, readers have to judge a book by its cover. Which means you need a kickass cover.
So what makes a kickass cover?
1. It has to look professional.
There are a lot of authors making their own book covers, which is super cool IF they know what they’re doing. But graphic design takes a lot of skill and training most authors haven’t put the time and effort into. And believe me, readers can tell. This is also true for cheap pre-made covers. There’s nothing wrong with grabbing up a pre-made cover that matches the book IF it’s professionally done. But I’ve seen a lot of amateur book covers being sold for $30 and the images are stretched, the font is plain and doesn’t stand out, and the resolution is terrible. Remember, you get what you pay for.
If you want to be taken seriously as an author, you have to come right out of the gate looking like a professional. You have to compete with thousands of traditionally published authors who have covers made by industry professionals with the help of a sales team. That means putting the time and/or money into a cover. It’s the very first thing readers see when they browse books.
2. It has to stand out.
Thousands of books are being published every single day. The market is flooded now more than ever. It’s awesome so many people are getting their stories out there into the world, but it also means there’s a lot of competition for yours to stand out. So how do you stand out in the crazy world of digital publishing?
Do something unexpected. Use a bright color for a horror novel. Or a dark color for a sweet romance. Stay away from trends. Or if you want to go with a trend, put your own twist on it. Or be a minimalist and make good use of dead space. Look at what’s flooding the market and avoid it. Change the angle, desaturate the photo, use a funky font, just do something different.
3. It has to project the right tone.
One of the biggest mistakes I’ve seen authors make with their covers is trying to do too much at once. Your book cover doesn’t need to tell exactly what it’s about. If it’s a paranormal romance about a single mom who falls in love with a werewolf on vacation in Hawaii, you don’t need a wolf, a palm tree, a child, and a couple kissing on the cover. There IS such thing as too much of a good thing.
Think about the tone you want readers to pick up on. Prioritize. Remember, standing out is important but in a way that makes sense for the book. What’s the mood? What’s the genre? Is it funny and flirty? Is it dark and horrific? Is it a deep, emotional memoir? Each of these would use a completely different set of colors, fonts, and effects to create a tone that will give readers an idea of what they’ll experience when they open the book.
When you hire a cover artist, make sure you communicate clearly how you want readers to feel when they look at your book cover. And how they will feel when reading your book. A good cover artist should be able to match the inside to the outside and combine that with standing out and looking professional. With this formula, you should be well on your way to a successful career (in whatever way you define it).
Thank you for having me and I hope these points help you design (or choose a designer) the perfect cover for your book! Remember, pay for a professional (or take a class!), keep it simple but unique, and communicate clearly with your designer.
Justice is the lead designer at Rebel Book Design. After spending 6 years as a hybrid author and learning photoshop to make marketing graphics, she took a formal course on graphic design and realized, as much as she likes creating what’s inside the book, she likes creating the outside even more.
To see her portfolio, services, and prices, check out her website at www.rebelbookdesign.com or email her at rebelbookdesign at gmail dot com. You can also like my facebook page at www.facebook.com/rebelbookdesign to stay in touch.
How Prisca Enjoys Abrecan
I didn't do anything to make Kayla blush this week :D
The picture got me thinking of some work I just did in my WIP. In the spirit of Kayla's rule of "original content, please" and the fact that I generally use #MasturbationMonday to explore scenes with characters doing stuff that doesn't always fit into the serialized novel I'm working on, I'm thinking on a snippet of action between Prisca and Abrecan after they're newly paired within The Queen's hierarchy and what it might lead to a few days after their pairing...
"Come now, my boy. You may have enjoyed this position to tease me when I was yours, but I still like the position so now you'll please me in it." Prisca grinned as she settled her ass between Abrecan's legs and then tossed her right leg up on his shoulder.
Abrecan gazed down at Prisca's naked cunt spread wide open in front of him, desire and confusion warring on his gorgeous face.
"Touch me, little boy. Keep touching me until I say stop," Prisca ordered.
His thumb skittered over her clit as his fingers came to rest on her lower belly. He gave his thumb a quick lick before starting to rub her again. Pressing his lips to her calf, he let his finger glide over the opening of her cunt.
"More." She pushed against him, angling so his thumb slid into her. "Good boy, good boy." Relaxing her torso down to her bed, she led his other hand to her breast. "Don't be afraid to pinch a little. I'll say if I don't like it."
"Yes, my Lady," he choked out. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my clit. Make me come, boy." Fuck! I love his strong arms, hands. How'd I ever get so lucky to have him as mine? "Hmm, that's good, my good sweet boy. You like pleasing me?"
"Yes, I love pleasing you, my Lady," he whimpered, his cock jumping in his g-string against her ass in agreement.
"Both breasts need your attention, boy. Sweet boy." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his thick fingers. Can I have him penetrate my ass and keep control? Maybe it's too soon? She reached under her, her fingers moving over his wrist as her pinkie slipped into her asshole, moistened by her cunt. After he gave her other breast a hard squeeze, she gasped in pleasure and led his hand to her mouth. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, sliding down his skin until her lip wrapped around the bottom of his finger.
"My Lady," he pleaded.
She released his finger long enough to ask, "Does my sucking make you wonder when you might get to ejaculate, boy?"
Moaning at Prisca swallowing his finger again, Abrecan nodded his head.
Licking the soft pad of his fingertip, she asked, "But the wonder of maybe being allowed to come is so much you can't even imagine where I'd let you come?"
"My Lady?" he whimpered.
"Gods, I love hearing you say my title, ask my title, moan my title." She pulled down her leg and pushed him onto his back before surging forward to straddle his cock. "Let me know when you're very close, when you need to come, little boy."
"Yes, my Lady."
She snatched his fists from where they pressed against her thighs and lead them to her breasts. "You remember how I like my breasts touched, right? Me being on top doesn't change that." Moans and whimpers slipped from her lips when he obeyed her guidance. Her back arched even as she moved her hips faster and faster. She rocked her way into her first orgasm as she led one of his hands down, pressing his finger against her clit. "Keep stroking!"
"My Lady," he gasped. "Yes, please, my Lady. Oh!" His throat worked with his anxious swallowing. "You feel so good, my Lady."
"Yes, little boy!" She clamped her thighs against his hips for a moment before spinning around on his cock, her feet and arms coming to rest before she started riding him again. Before she could say something, his hand returned to her clit and she went rigid as the best orgasm filled her.
"Please, please, my Lady," he whimpered.
Prisca tilted her head to look at Abrecan's pinched face. "Do you need to come, my little boy?"
"Please, my Lady. Please, I need to ejaculate, to come, whatever word you prefer, my Lady. Please, I beg for release, my Lady."
"Good boy." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling off him and flipping around so she knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started roughly jacking him off, his cock pointed at her chest.
"My Lady?" he pleaded.
She stroked faster.
"Don't... know... I can--"
"Come for me," she interrupted him. She gasped through another orgasm as his warm cum splashed over her breasts and stomach. "My good boy." When the cum stopped, she grabbed him by his hair and led his mouth to clean her. "Good boy. You pleased me so much, good boy." She pushed him back on the pillows again and straddled his hips again, his soft cock pressing against her stomach. "Good boy." This will be enough, some day, I hope.
Moving Vala into position
I teased Meredith on Facebook with how much I should post today- but I'd already decided to keep being a tease :D . So You get a little less than half this week and the rest of the scene next week. Then I'm left with "what next?" I'm not sure if I'll continue with "Out of the Night: Book One." I'm waiting on my BRs' thoughts and saving up the money for editing- I want to do a copy edit and a sensitivity edit so that makes it even harder to consider "how much I need to save up."
Now we continue with Vala's first power exchange sexual/BDSM experience with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon...
"She does look real good like that, my Queen. The tape is a nice touch," Simon commented with his voice growing louder in Vala's hearing.
Vala startled and tightened her jaw when the first lash fell across her back. How do I beg to come with his cock in my mouth? I'm not going to last.
"That's a girl," Tommy cooed as he used one hand to stroke Vala's cheek. "Are you trying to make me come fast so you don't have so much to worry about your own orgasm?"
Trembling as The Queen slowly applied lashes up and down her back, Vala lifted her gaze to Tommy's face; his grin encouraged her eyelashes to flutter as her eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"It seems we have the makings of a pain slut, my Queen. I believe your sweet Vala is fighting not to come without permission from the flogging," Tommy drawled.
A second hand joined Tommy's in Vala's hair and The Queen growled, "Is that right, my little slut? Gonna come from being whipped?" He dragged the flogger over her genitals, yanking loud moans from her. "I think after me and my boys get our enjoyment from you, I might just have to tie you down to the bed and flog you until my arm tires. I wonder how many orgasms I could get out of you."
Want to be yours, my Queen. Tears sprung to Vala's eyes when Tommy pulled her down hard onto his cock, forcing her to deepthroat him. She pushed down with her knees so she wouldn't kick out and lose her balance. With churning hips, she struggled with her readiness to orgasm.
"She has a lot of orgasm training ahead of her," Simon joked as his fingers slipped between Vala's labia and over her clit. Two of his fingers slid into her cunt as her hands were pulled to the small of her back. "Wonderful touch, my Queen."
Tape started around Vala's wrists. A whole bunch of movement happened fast, leaving her wondering. Her head was yanked away from Tommy's cock.
"Gimme her cunt," The Queen barked as one of the boys lifted Vala by her arms.
Vala bent her legs at the knees as she was lowered over The Queen's hard cock. "My Queen," she whimpered as he penetrated her cunt. She pressed her face against his shoulder as she started to move her hips.
With his thumb, Tommy traced Vala's asscrack. "Look at you moving against The Queen. Are you turned on enough that I can take your ass without lube?"
Vala grunted, "Huh?"
"I do so love to fuck a little sub with The Queen," Tommy growled.
"Sub? My Lord?" Vala echoed.
"The Queen and I don't discriminate. Man, woman, a submissive of an indeterminate gender identity. You'll do just fine." Tommy pushed apart Vala's asscheeks, his fingers pressing into tender spots from the spanking and flogging.
"Please, my Lord, please," Vala begged. She gasped to feel his fingers move between her lips and The Queen's cock.
"I think that should be enough." Tommy slipped one finger into Vala's asshole.
"Please, please, please, my Lord," Vala whined.
"Is my guess at your plan correct, my Queen?" Tommy asked.
(Next week, you'll get to enjoy The Queen's answer.)
What I see and hear
So I admit that this doesn't feel as good as I'd normally give yall. But arguing two mornings in a row with my Master and it being sadly too close to my bedtime (evil day job tomorrow) has me pushing to finish. Hoping to manage writing and vlogging tomorrow. But for this evening, before going to bed with my Kindle, I leave you in Audrey and Kayla's capable hands; hopefully Kayla will add the link to buy her book "Madame Gretchen" in the comments :D
I turn on my Kindle and smile to see the reduced items, the painfully cishet books and other awful memories purged. I go to the "BDSM and spanking" collection. That's right "Madame Gretchen." I reach between my legs- no need to wait for Audrey. Such a cast of characters. It feels good to imagine them, naked, sighing, writhing, fucking.
I hurry ahead to Ivory's chapter. This simplicity of her loving memories encourages faster fingers. The rope, the rope... and Audrey arrives but she's not alone; Pekka struggles after her with his wrists tied together, his fingers folded into each other. I press my left hand against my thigh, dropping my Kindle. The rope plays in my mind.
"That's my girl. Restrain yourself since I can't." Audrey laughs as Pekka's head drops forward. "Well, have my hands full." She kisses his neck. "Do you like Kayla's Bella? I do. She makes me wanna do things to you."
"Yes, my Lady," Pekka groans; my fingers leave my clit as I reach forward to squeeze his balls. "You don't have to. I know how you feel about men."
"But now you're ready for pleasure, whatever your Lady, my love, decides to give you." My fingers return to my body, my lips, my clit, my cunt.
"And you do look so good hard, little boy. Even if I don't decide to do anything with your cock," Audrey purrs. She licks her hand, her raspberry tongue holding my gaze. Her hand drops to her cock and my finger slips into my cunt. Her cock slides into his ass and I moan aloud; she smiles at my sound not restrained in just my mind for her and Pekka to enjoy.
My head falls to the side as she continues to love her submissive with her body and me with her gaze. The first small orgasm comes and I close my eyes for a moment. But just a moment because there is more for me to watch.
Remember not to bite...
I'm grateful I noticed Meredith sharing this hop's sign up; I'd forgotten about it with my preoccupation with "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"s rewrite. If you'd like to enjoy a little fun with a vlog, I talk about the rewrite and other stuff in this vlog. But back to "Out of the Night: Book One," I'm actually looking for another person or two to BR. It's a short novel (not much over 50K) and I have the software to make PDFs, MOBIs, and ePUBS. Polyamorous, pansexual, and at times most hard core. Let me know in the comments if you're interested.
And with that, here is this week's continuation of Vala's first serious power exchange scene with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon...
"Hold back from orgasm, no matter how good her mouth feels, as I have a plan for enjoying Vala further that includes both of us."
"Yes, my Queen." Tommy stood and pulled his silk lounge pants off. "Did your plan include moving to the bed?"
"Not yet." The Queen arched an eyebrow.
Before Vala could grasp what The Queen's motion meant, Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her down to the couch. Her stomach hit the surface warmed by her thighs and her breasts pressed against his thighs as she groaned to feel his semi-hard cock slip between her lips.
Grunting with Tommy's hand still in her hair, Vala tongued his cock as it grew harder in her mouth. She rubbed her legs together to get some relief. At the heat of The Queen's hand on her ass, she arched her back to push back into it.
"On your knees, little girl, and let Tommy lead you into the facefucking he wants to give you," The Queen ordered.
Tommy yanked Vala's head up, pulling her off his cock. "Whatever The Queen does to you, remember not to bite me."
"Yes, my Lord," Vala whimpered. She hungrily sucked his cock back into her mouth when he lowered her head.
"Get all her hair out of the way, around your hand if you like," The Queen ordered.
His hand winding up all of her hair, Vala sensed the yanking both in her scalp and cunt. Her eyelids fluttered shut when the tape touched her neck.
"I almost forgot to mark this pretty neck," The Queen teased.
Yes, please, my Queen. Vala pushed her tongue against the underside of Tommy's cock as she struggled to be light in his grasp. The tape and the heat of The Queen's fingers pressed against her skin all the way to the nape of her neck. A pulse of pleasure filled her cunt and she fought it down so she didn't disobey.
"Do you like wearing my mark?" The Queen brushed his fingers over Vala's skin just below the tape.
Vala moaned as loud as she could muster around Tommy's cock.
"Of course you do. You have put such pretty words into your begging." The Queen chuckled. "Now I have her back as a canvass. How should I decorate it, Tommy?"
"Did you want to see how she would respond to a flogging, my Queen? Some reddening of her skin might be lovely."
"Well maybe just a little. Maybe if Simon gets home in time he can give her more." The Queen traced Vala's asscrack. "Would you like Simon to play with you too?"
"Hm hm," Vala grunted. She grabbed Tommy's thighs when The Queen landed a spank on her ass, his hand cupping the right cheek. She tightened her lower body, feeling the pleasure run through her. Her wordless moans returned, her mouth clutching Tommy, when The Queen smacked her ass several more times.
"Simon, good, grab me that mini suede flogger Raanan just made for me? And come join us enjoying Vala when you can?" The Queen called out, alerting Vala to Simon's arrival.
This isn't over my head. It's just the power exchange that's new. And oh, Simon. Maybe I'll end up with triple penetration!
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