Review: Dane by Elizabeth Amber

DANE, THE LORDS OF SATYR

Erotic Paranormal Historical Romance
Kensington Aphrodisia
isbn 9780758241283
Release date: JUNE 1, 2010

SYNOPSIS:

DANE begins a new trilogy within The Lords of Satyr series.
It's now 50 years later, in Rome during the forum excavations of 1880. . .

Dane and Eva have secrets.

Because of a mysterious boyhood trauma, he harbors an alternate personality that seeks to protect him from the knowledge of his missing brother's whereabouts. Eva is a matchmaker, whose job it is to find human wives for Dane and his brothers. She's the only female satyr in existence. A fact she must hide, even from Dane.

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Oh my gosh, where do I start... For those of you that come to my Lair enough ~ know that I love Ms. Elizabeth Amber's work. I am in love with Nicholas, the first book in this erotic series. So, I am warning you ~ if you do not want to hear about how amazingly awesome she is... or how amazingly freaking hawt this book is... you can stop reading.

But if I have piqued your interest.... and I hope to the Lords Satyr's olive grove I did... Let's continue...

Just like the one's before, this book is awesome. **cue the angelic music playing cuz the Heavens have opened** I do have to say, Ms. Amber blew me out the water with this one. There were twists and turns in this book that I just did not expect to find. Just when I thought I knew the stories of the Satyr brother's, Ms. Elizabeth threw me for a loop I will not forget. The stories just keep getting better and better!

Dane is a man on a mission. A mission of finding out what happen to a past that he can not remember. A past so terrible that his mind created multiple personalities to help him cope. A past where he lost one of his brothers. How does one cope with that and being the best Elsewhere Tracker... that is being tracked?

***oh and just so you know... Dane is a Sex on a Stick man***

Eva is a woman who has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She is the essential care takers of all that reside under roof with her. Eva does what she has to ~ play matchmaker for Elsewhere creatures to humans in upper society ~ to keep a roof over their head, food on the table and clothes on their back. She crossed over from Elsewhere for her own agenda though ~ to seek out her father. The man that sired her and left her and Maman.

Dane has two other brother's to deal with ~ Bastian and Sevin ~ for they share the family land. Dane feels like the lost of Lucien was his fault and has carried that burden on his shoulders for so long. But he refuses to give up hope. He knows that Luc is out there... some where. The not knowing ~ gnawing at him everyday. Being known as the best Tracker in Elseworld does not help him.... so that pisses him off that he cannot locate his brother. Oh and do not forget the harping of the Council wanting him and his brothers to wed a human in order to bred ~ is always a constant thing.

Eva crossed over from Elsewhere World with one thing on her mind ~ to find her father. But in order to cross over into Earth World, she had to go through an application process. The process was not easy... You see, Eva has a secret that only a few people know about. And if Elsewhere found out what she was..... besides fey (her mother's side of the family...) well, Eva is just scare of what they would do if they found her out.

This whole story intrigued me beyond my beliefs. While this story is about Dane, it is also a story of a broken man. A man with two other personalities living inside of him. One ~ Dante ~ comes out when it is time for carnal pleasures... he is the over bearing one. And the other one ~ Daniel ~ does not come out... he stays hidden in the corner of Dane's mind with secrets that Dane wishes he knew. Ms. Amber weaved the story very carefully that it made perfect sense at what was going on with Dane. You did not feel pity for him... for that is not what he would want from you. You actually feel the devotion Dane has to his family.

Eva will pull at your heart strings. She is a wonderful woman. I loved that she was a woman I could see myself taking under my wing as a best friend. She is a refreshing heroine ~ she tries to do what is expected of her by everyone; but knows in her heart ~ that she must do things for herself. Kinda take life by the horns and shake them up. She lives with her maidservant she has had since she was a baby - Odette, a fey gentlemen -Pinot and two adorable fey girls... who were abandoned at a very young age (they were left on the streets to fend for themselves and being of Elsewhere creatures, you could only imagine their fate if every found by the Humans). Eva has a heart of gold and she wants to see everyone happy. She truly does, but in the process, she wants some of that happiness for herself. Is that too much to ask for?

Oh my gosh... this is one story... that really left me mesmerized. And to think I have not even touched on the villains for this story. And believe me... they have them and they will make you want to take a shower and risen them off. Creepy bad... I could not believe some of things that they did or that were being done. But oh my gosh - they did. But for every villain, there is a hero and heroine and this story does not fall short of them! Big and little, old and young, this story is brimming with "hero of the day!"

Ms. Elizabeth rocked my world. This story wrapped me up and did not let me go. The story line was very well delivered. The pace of the story was also done to a "t." Dane and Eva gave you their stories and their background. I loved learning what made them who they were. But I do have to say that Ms. Amber reallly pushed the envelope with this story ~ in a very delicious, wickedly hot way. We touched on domination and submission... we touched on sexual exploits that I really never saw coming. The heat level in this book was enough to catch a few pages on fire while I was reading. Now I will say this about the story, I never thought I would see Ms. Amber pen such an erotic tale. And I mean... the other brother's are erotic. They all are... But this... Oh man.... This book is very erotic. ((And I have a feeling more is to come)) This book takes a trip on the wild side for the time period this is etched in. Humans and Elseworld creatures. But it is all Dane and Eva ~ they pushed all the right buttons together and made the story come alive with passion, lust, desire, need and a love that was burning deep down.

Ms. Amber did it again and I simply can not wait for Bastian's story.... She has managed to intrigue me, bespell me, make me angry, make me proud, make me want revenge for those that were hurt... but most of all... she made me fall in love.

What would you do to secure your future? What would you do to secure the future of others that depend on you for their future? How dangerous can secrets be - in life, in love and in hate? Can secrets ruin lives? What happens when you remember things your mind was trying to get you to forget? Is there redemption for people that are cruel? What if those people ~ are people you care for? Would you be willing to walk away from love for the sake of someone else or what someone else wanted for you?

Will you take this journey with Dane and Eva to find out what the future holds for them? I promise this is one journey you will not want to miss!

On a side note: You are introduced to his brothers (which sets up the stories to come *cough cough*) and their characters edge their way into your heart... and passion... preparing you for what is to come.

And if you simply can not get enough of Dane and Eva.... go here to read an excerpt ->> here.

If you are itching to get to know more about Ms. Amber, please visit her web site --> here.
I know she would love to hear from you!!!!

And ps ~ on a small note... my name is in this book.

Remember... Keep it Dirty, Smutty & Hussy!

Awards ~ You guys Rock Apples!

Oh gosh, thank you guys so much! You guys are awesome!

Before we get too deep in these awards...
if you are reading this...
Then you deserve to takes these awards.
Why because I stalk you guys everyday, whether you know it or not...
I follow a little over 200 of you guys...
In some way or form you have all helped shaped me into the hussy I am today
**tearing up... sniff sniff**
If it were not for you guys... I would not be here! Simply put!
So... These awards are for you my dear friends of blog land.
And it only shows in what comes back around to us...
like these awards gifted to me from fellow blogger friends...
Hugs and Smooches to you all!

I have be awarded this award from Harris Channing... She is such a great friend.

With this award I am to mention seven things about myself... And then award it too others.... Okay, I know you guys are probably sick of hearing about me... is here is some sexy facts about me....

1. Fingernails and toenails painted aid in being sexy! =)
2. So does cute panties and bras!
3. Yeah, I dance around my house in just those things some times.
4. A little black dress does wonder for being sexy.
5. A Smutty Hussy has a very creative mind =)
6. And yeah, what I read is just as smutty and imaginative.
7. Is all the above true, lmbo... hahahahahahahahaha... makes you wonder what this hussy does!

These are the rules:

1. Thank those who loved me enough to bestow this gift.
2. Share seven things about myself.
3. Bestow this honor onto newly discovered or followed bloggers–in no particular order–who are fantastic in some way.
4. Drop by and let my new friends know I love them.

Thank you Ms. Harris Channing, Missy's Book Nook & Houston A W Knight for gifting me with this one!

Okay, you really will get sick of hearing about me... so let me shake things up....
1. I am a car girl ~ I love oldies.... My first car was a 1971 Chevy Malibu. Red exterior, Black interior with no a/c.
2. I collect shot glasses.
3. I have no dining room table.. oh wait... I have no dining room.
4. I love the beach but hate sand.
5. I love fresh baked chocolate chip cookies with a glass of milk. ~Yeah, my inner 4 yr old child comes out~
6. I do not own a facebook or myspace page.
7. I love frappies from Books-A-Million!

Patti at Book Addict gifted me with this one...

1. As with any other blog award, you should post it and mention who presented it to you along with a link to their blog.

2. You must then award it to 2 to 5 other bloggers that you have been following for some time and that you find inspirational to your blog. You may want to mention why you chose them, but it’s not necessary. (Feel free to award it to someone who has already won it. They should know how many people are inspired by their work. If you’ve won it before, you don’t have to pass it on again, but you should still mention who gave it to you.)

3. Contact these 2 to 5 bloggers and let them know that you have granted them the “You’re My Inspiration blog award”. (There may even be tears of joy involved…okay, maybe not.)

***Patti thank you from my heart and soul****

And last by not least.... I am very proud of this award. I mean I am proud of all my awards I have received but you have to understand the who and where this came from.

My friend Hawk ~ some of you know her as Houston AW Knight had this to say about this award: "This is the first AWARD that I made myself...and I honor Cecile with this award because she not only has a very sex blog but she has taken a lot of her time to teach me everything I know about the computer...so this award is in honor of Cecile."

She has truly touched me ~ as you all have.

This is her rules:

Give this award to as many or as few people you'd like, but give it in gratitude of something they've done for you. Be it help with your blog, writing awesome post to entertain you, being a friend, or for just being a kind person. Oh, and of course if they have a sexy blog! ;-) can't forget that, OMG!

Hello... that is all of us!!!! Take these awards!!!!!

You guys are freaking awesome... And as I am known to say... YOU FREAKING ROCK APPLES!

Remember... Keep it Dirty, Smutty & Hussy!

Oh Gosh... I Won... I beat the Bookscase!!!

Do you remember this post.....

Can It Really Be..... Will Cecile get an ACTUAL Bookcase!!

As avid readers... we all know the importance of having the proper lights surround us when reading... Well, over at CSN Lighting Company I stumbled across this little gem.. The perfect lights for me and it matched the nickle plated things in my house! And I say lights because I can imagine two of them on either side of "study chair" while I am reading one of my books!

Now why would I be at CSN Lighting Company and looking at lighting... because Caitlin from CSN Store contacted me to do a review... for a BOOKCASE!!!!!!!!!

Wellllllllll........................... I won............ I beat the bookcase!!!!!!! This is my journey!!!

My UPS driver dropped this off one afternoon... I will say that the shipping was super fast!
See the packaging.... Oh yeah... My fingers were itching...


So, I unwrapped it...
Took all the parts out...
Which were all there...
Yea, I counted.
And I got to work...


Yep, that's my baby...
He wanted to help too...
And yes, that is a meat mallet...
((Thanks Elaine))
**What, like you don't use it?? I can not find my tools**

This is where my books were housed before.....
Triple stacked behind each other...
And a few few row backs....
What.....


Now...... this is what the closet looks like.....

Because this is where the books are now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And yes, they are in alphabetical order...
Trade size and Paperback...
ABC....
Okay a few are by series.....
But I am proud of myself....
Did it all by myself!!
Thanks Caitlin!!!!

Remember... Keep it Dirty, Smutty & Hussy!

Review: The Master & The Muse by Amanda McIntyre

THE MASTER AND THE MUSES

ISBN-13: 978-0-373-60544-6
Harlequin Spice-Books
www.Spice-Books.com
June 2010

Features: Thomas Rodin, Helen, Sara, Grace

Icon, rebel, unabashed romantic… with a single look painter Thomas Rodin conveys the ecstasy of creativity—the pleasures awaiting the woman who can fuel his artistry.

the Innocent

What did this master artist see in me? Genius abided in his soul, rapture in his flesh—I doubted not. To refuse him…my folly. To surrender…my sensual salvation.

the Upstart

I chafed at the bonds of servitude until he set me free. I turned my back on all that I knew to follow him and found myself between two men—master and student—one whom I loved with my heart...the other with my body.

the Courtesan

I understood, perhaps better than any, his needs.
I stoked the fires of his soul, the spark of his creativity— he made me a legend. But never could I forget his searing touch.…

Three transcendent tales of women bewitched by a master of seduction— a slave as much to his art as to his boundless passion.

To read an excerpt of this book, please go -->> here (after you read the review of course)!

I obtained the above information from: Ms. Amanda's Web Site!

This book is uniquely separated into three parts. Done so for you to understand the man behind the brush. Just the cover alone you will stare at for minutes on end before you read it. The strange thing was, I found myself going back to the cover after I would read something arresting about this enigma. I would look into his eyes to see the story that I read unfold around me. I would look at his clothing and match it to a tee to the words used in the book... I would look at his lips... his fingers... and remember that part in the book where he....

What you thought I was going to tell you.. Not on your life. You have to read this book.

The first book is Helen....
Oh wow.... This would be the first peek into the man behind the canvas. And let me tell you... this is an emotional read. Ms. Amanda has such a way with her writing that you feel as though you are behind the curtain, behind the door... As if you are watching the things unfold right in front of your eyes...

Helen is a young woman working at a hat shop. A daughter, a sister but most importantly ~ a woman. A woman who dared to venture outsides the ways of her "families" world. A woman who wanted to feel life, grab life and shake it and make herself known in the world.

This part of the book it titled Helen... but it is just as important to say that you meet William, Thomas' brother and Thomas himself. But believe me, once you meet William, you will not forget him. However, Thomas will captivate you, intrigue you, make you blush, make you lust, make you angry, make you feel alive... but William will make you love.

Helen meets William ~ Thomas' brother. William has a proposition for Helen... Get your mind out the gutter... William sees something in Helen that he knows the brotherhood and Thomas would just love.

Have you ever had a little treasure, something no one knew about... Something you kinda harbored only to yourself? But you knew that someone else might need it more than you, would love it more than you... would just simply want it more than you... How does knowing that make you feel? Do you want to give up your treasure to that person... Ohh and the person you want to share your gift with is a person you utterly love without question?

Did I set the mood for you... Now imagine if that person just squander that gift away... wasted it... drowned it... just simply could not give it all the love, attention and affection you could give it - to nurture it... to see it thrive... to see it live and to see it love....??

A love of a brother is a very strong bond. William's love for Thomas is very evident in this book. There is nothing short of giving his own life for Thomas that William would not do for his brother.
Life and death... but would William give up love for Thomas to have what he wants. Because if you learn something, you learn that Thomas always gets what he wants.

Thomas is a man of passion, of desire, of true "when the mood strikes"... His appetite for life, for art, for his own love is what consumes him. Day and night... Thomas knows love, but love of one woman just is not in Thomas. His love of his muses and what could be done with them is what proves to push Thomas. The man could love, you have to give him that.... His passion runs as deep as his glass of port. Is always getting what you want a good thing?

I absolutely fell in love with each of these characters. Ms. Amanda set this story up wonderful. To met Helen... quiet, shy and kinda mousy if you must say. But to watch her grow and blossom into a strong and sure of herself woman was breathtaking. The book is about Thomas, make no doubt about that... but to hold hands with Helen as she went through life, was just... spell-bounding. I admire Helen for her independence and back bone. And I even got teary eyed as well. The three of them push and pulled each other through things that life dealt them. Some times you will shake your head and shout, "you ass," and there are other times... that you will close your eyes and wish to be transported to that spot, that day.. that time. Ms. Amanda did an outstanding job with introducing the characters to us.

It is not the love of one woman Thomas may be seeking... but the love of what they bring to him.

Grace to Helen..."To be utterly worshipped, treated like a goddess for a few moments with no strings, no false promises. Who would want more than that?"

This story tugged at every level of emotion I have as a woman, a lover, a mother, a wife and a friend. These three embark on a journey that touched each one in a different way and isn't that what life is about... leaving your mark behind... We watch Helen go from daughter... to full blown woman making decisions that a woman back them would dare not make. I loved watching Helen become empowered. A breathtaking story....

And now I dare go to Sara's story....

Sara's story was just as moving, just with a different angle. We start the book knowing that her parents pass away and she moved in her uncle and aunt. Sara is wonderful spirited woman. I love her sense of adventure. I love that at the time period Sara lived it... she lived outside the box. She went after things she wanted, she dreamed of things she could have, she wanted more out of life than just to marry the farmer's son and live to have babies. She wanted to travel the world, she wanted to do more and see more.

Sara was loved by her family and her cousin who would do anything she asked. The stable guy was in love with her and life could not have been any sweeter... Except that ~ remember ~ Sara wanted more out of life...

Thomas saw Sara that the theater one night and knew when his eyes took her in like he does his port, he had to have her. Her inner beauty spoke volumes to him. He made a proposition to her... again with your mind in the gutter... He wanted her to pose for him. And that is what she did... at first.... **Evil grin** Thomas showed Sara things in life that a woman deserves to see, to feel, to breath, to live... and Thomas gave her those things.

But through these stories.. I realize a pattern... Thomas is the medium like the paints he uses on his canvas. He is the paint that gives these woman what they truly want from life, the painting they chose to paint, with the colors of Thomas' touch. Thomas does love Sara, but not the way she needs to be loved by a man. He adores her, her body and her mind, but her heart... Thomas would not hold a candle to it.

But Thomas would open her world in more than one way... And this is an amazing story of a woman's journey through the world of self discoveries. A world of seeking what you want and not stopping till you obtain what you truly want.

But I have a question for you... do you know what you truly want? What would do to obtain it? How many rules would you be willing to break to get it? What would do when you got what you truly thought what you wanted to find out.. there is more out there... a lot more? What do you do when presented with your ultimate dream and it is not as it seems? What happens if your dream involves love.. Is love enough to pull you through your times?

Allow Sara to take you on a world wind expedition of one woman determine to leave her mark on the world... One woman who is set on fulfilling her dreams and making them come true. Allow Sara to show you yet another side of Thomas....

Now I move onto the last chapter of Thomas' book.... Grace...
A book I am sure will be quiet moving... She has seem to grace the pages of each story told. And the glimpses you get of this woman, well let's just say that I think she has forever etched a place in Thomas' heart where he knew no place could exist.

OMG.............. Grace's story blew me away! I think that is all I can say. Her story runs the same length of the other two stories. And I am quiet sure if I even tell you a little about Grace's story I would not do it justice. Grace is a woman after my own heart. She is about as real as real can get ~ even for that time period. I mean, Ms. Amanda nailed Grace's character sooo well, I had to check to make sure that she did not find a journal of a real woman of today's world. Grace + patience + love + heartbreak + life = Thomas.

Just simply awesome... The twist and turns of Grace's life was just spell binding. This woman went through hell and back... Did she get what she deserves, I truly hope so. Does the man of her heart wake up to see her and what she is to him? I hope he does... if not... He will lose the best thing that was ever in his life.....
Would you go through hell and back to have the man you wanted?? Is love worth that much??

Ms Amanda blew me away with this three part story. It was an amazing journey to take with three different women. To watch their lives grow in front of our eyes. Watching heart ache and hearts heal. To watch love at it is best, worst and back again at its best. What's love worth to you? Another awesome story by Ms. Amanda!!!!!

**Cecile raises her port to Ms. Amanda and Thomas!**
**Awesome job**

If you are so inclined, I did an interview with Mr. Thomas - before I read his stories of course... if you would like to get to this man a little better... Please go check out the interview -> here.

Please make sure to visit Ms. Amanda at her web site -->> here and her blog place -->> here.
I know she would love the visitors! Thank you for coming over today! I hope you enjoy Thomas (and William) as much I have!!!

Remember... Keep it Dirty, Smutty & Hussy!

Let's Get Personal With Kitty Thomas!

Ladies and gents, I would love for you to put a warm welcome to a new author to the Lair. Please raise your glasses to Ms. Kitty Thomas ~ author of the Comfort Food.

I recently reviewed her book (my link) and was deeply touched by it. I invited Ms. Kitty here to tell us more about whatever she wanted to... Her book, her life, her dreams and kinks!
Let's see if she has in her to get smutty with us!

Now before I allow her the floor, I found out these little details about her from Amazon.....

Kitty Thomas is the author of dark erotic tales which challenge the reader to look at things from a different perspective, leaving "right and wrong" at the door in the interest of exploring the psychology of ownership.

Her writing could be classed as "literary erotica," "dark erotica," or "psychological erotic thrillers." Those used to reading BDSM erotica with "safewords" may not be comfortable with the subject matter of this fiction.

Now that we have formal introductions out the way... Welcome to the Hussy Lair Ms. Kitty!


I trust you are doing well. Would you care for something to drink?

**Nathan, can you please get Ms Kitty her choice of beverage**

He is a charmer Kitty... watch yourself...

*Kitty... Here.. **Snap Snap** Focus.. Here...*

K:hehe. I'm not scared of him. He has a blindfold on. Though he is rather pretty. He's kind of got a submissive look to him though, and I really don't like that in a man.

Besides the little info we got from Amazon, why don't you tell us a little about yourself.


Kitty, if we googled you whats the weirdest thing we'd find?
K: There is nothing weird to find on Google. I was careful. And I had people whacked. :P

Oh wow... making notes... Don't get whacked once I reveal all I know, lol!
Some of my fellow readers read my review of your new book; but for those that may be new here today, would you like to tell us about Comfort Food?

K: Sure! Comfort Food is about a woman who has some repressed kink who is kidnapped by a man who in another set of circumstances would be her every fantasy. The problem is that he's kidnapped her and locked her in this cell and she has no idea what he's about. Obviously there is a very strong chance he's a psycho, given that he's locked her in what is basically a sensory deprivation tank.

At first her biggest fears are that he'll torture her, kill her, rape her. But then that doesn't happen. What happens instead is that he uses her deep need for social interaction to get her to consent to everything he wants to do to her. And he refuses to speak to her, so the only way she can truly communicate with him is through touch. She does consent to everything since punishment is being left alone in the cell without his presence, something that becomes increasingly upsetting to her. I still definitely don't consider it a consensual story. She didn't consent to being there in the first place.

The book is basically about this emotional journey she takes and who she becomes as a result. One of the key questions beyond the sexual parts, is "Who is your Master?" In my opinion we are all owned by someone or something. And Emily's decision comes down to, "Do I want to be owned by the whole fucking world, or by just one man". Personal ownership or impersonal? The book also expresses some things about the modern therapy culture that I think are worth taking a look at.

One of the things that a lot of readers have been afraid of is that the book would be too "brutal" or too much for them to handle. Any readers who are expecting a lot of physical violence or some type of brutal rape ... that doesn't happen here. Comfort Food was a hard book to write. It drained the fuck out of me writing it, but it was worth it. I think it may be a hard book for some people to read, but if you can trust me, I'll take you for a ride you won't forget.

First tell us if you had any say in the cover choice?

K: Actually, I'm an independent author, so I had full control over the cover. I designed it, in fact. I've got a pro artist who'll be coming in to design the cover for the print release, though. It'll be this same basic look with the same image, but it'll pop a little more.

I thought it was very striking and fit the story well, what do you think?

K: I agree, I designed it. :P I couldn't believe my luck when I found that image (yes I used it legally). I think it really expresses Emily's predicament and just her utter despair at the situation she's faced with.

What made you decide to write about this topic?

K: Story of O is a book that really moved me. It's another erotic story of nonconsent. It was a book that made me angry initially when I read it, but I kept going back to it. Then I read some other books that were more like erotic thrillers and I just really wanted to write something like that. Something dark and maybe outside of people's comfort zones, that made people think, maybe made them angry. I wanted to engage reader's brains as well as their nether regions. I wanted to write something that was more literary and less about "just" being spank material


Are you currently working on anything now?

K: Yes, I'm working on my next book, Guilty Pleasures. It's twisted as well and deals with ownership yet again in a morally bankrupt way, LOL. I'm worried some who love Comfort Food may hate Guilty Pleasures, but I'm really hoping that I can pull it off in the execution so I can get people to trust me and go along for the ride. It is, after all, fiction. No actual women were harmed in the making of the book. And again, it won't be "brutal" in the way some might expect. The intention is to seduce the reader to go along for the ride, not appall and horrify them so much they won't get me a chance to tell the story. :)

Anything you can tell us about??

K: About Guilty Pleasures? Well, let's put it this way... Comfort Food makes it hard to look at Chicken Noodle Soup the same way again... Guilty Pleasures does that with massage. :)

If I was go in house, to the side of your bed.... on your night stand... What would I find?

K: I don't actually have a night stand. Which is kind of weird, probably. I never really thought about it until just this moment.

My favorite time... You wanna...
You know you do... Quickie time... Think fast....
Are you a quickie kind girl? Yes
Dark or Milk Chocolate? Dark, especially melted.
Straight up or with a twist - sex? Twisted
What's ur fave drink - in a glass or on him? haha No comment. ;)
Spank or Flogger? Flogger
Junk or Health Food? Health (or at least that's what's on the menu currently.)
Ties or Chains? Neither. Leather cuffs with the fleece lining.
Soft or Hard... Bed, where was your mind? *HA* I was going to say "It only works when it's hard" but ... soft if it's a bed. Though hard is really better for your back.
Control or Be Controlled? Be controlled. But only by the right person. I'm most definitely not a "submit to just anyone" type of girl.
Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Wax

I have to applaud you Ms. Kitty, you seem to have made it through the day in the hussy lair without blushing too much, lol!

K: How do you know I didn't blush? Do you have cameras in here? :P

I have eyes every where Ms. Kitty... That is a hussy's job!

To visit her blog, please go -> here
To visit her web site, please go -> here!
Thanks for coming!!

Remember... Keep it Dirty, Smutty & Hussy!

Leontine's Smutty Research At Play!

Leontine is hosting this awesome event at her place...
12 days of pure smutty playtime and this is what is in store for you all:

July 19th: Column - A gal and her smut + 'Research the Smut' giveaway, a 30 dollar Gift Certificate to any e-book store I can buy a GC.
July 20th: Guestblog - Smutty approved book characters by KC from Smokinhotbooks
July 21st: My first time story & an excerpt + giveaway of a novel from Joey W Hill's backlist
July 22nd: Review - Joey W Hill, The Mark Of A Vampire Queen
July 23rd: guestblog - Hunk Challenge by Cecile from All I Want And More
July 24th: Review - Chris Owen, 911
July 25th: *Surprise* post
July 26th: Guestblog - A Yaoi lesson with Kris from Kris 'n' Good Books
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Sexy Adds to Cecile Smutty Hussy's Story

This is Sexy's version of what happened...... Iffff you missed it.. This is the link for Cecile's story...

The author of this story is unknown... for now... They will decide when they want to be known. As for now... this person had quiet a time with me.... **Wicked laughter**

The Bartender’s Story

‘I think we’ve found our contest winner,’ said my employer Ms. Sweet.

I looked up from behind the bar, and saw her talking to her friend Ms. Cecile. Both were smiling and looking my way.

‘He sure is begging for something,’ said Ms. Sweet. They laughed. A private joke, I guessed, as I dimmed the lights, and came out from behind the bar.

Ms. Sweet swooped before I could put my jacket on, and told me I still had other duties to perform. She loosened my tie and slowly undid my shirt buttons, as she outlined her expectations. ‘I’ll make it worth your while. And I’ll see you are well-rewarded’ she said, in a voice full of promise. ‘Just do exactly as you are told, and speak only when you are spoken to.’ I nodded respectfully. Ms. Sweet can be very persuasive.

After removing my shirt, Ms. Sweet bound my hands behind my back, and led me by the tie to the open floor. I obeyed her order to kneel, and waited for her next command. But then she walked away, and left me wondering what I’d let myself in for. A minute or so passed before the measured click of stilettos in the corridor gave me a clue. As the footsteps grew louder, I held my breath in anticipation.

Ms. Cecile swept into the room and strode across the floor with the panache of a ring master. She strutted and postured. She smiled and she snarled. And when barely a few paces in front of me, she tossed her head back and froze on the spot. With her hands on hips, she stared somewhere behind me. I guessed she was demanding the approval of Mistress Sweet, who was watching the performance from the bar.

As I waited, my eyes devoured every inch of Ms. Cecile.

Shiny black Stilettos; black fishnets; garters; pale white thighs; a short skirt, stretched tight; generous hips; a neat waist; a white blouse – unbuttoned at the top; and the smile of a lady who knows what she wants. And so do I. Come and get it, honey.

With a wiggle in her walk, Ms. Cecile moved in. I gasped as she leaned in close and tugged hard on my tie, bringing us face to face. ‘Get up and follow if you dare to surrender to me,’ she snapped.

Glad to take the pressure off my knees, I stood up. ‘I surrender myself to your pleasure, Ms. Cecile,’ I said, the words rasping from my dry throat.

Ms. Cecile played with my tie until she’d completed another silent exchange with Ms. Sweet.

‘I am glad to see that you surrender,’ Ms. Cecile announced loudly, for the benefit of Ms. Sweet. ‘The things to come will be sheer delight to you. I promise you that. We will make a better use of this tie though.’

With my eyes were glued to her sassy ass, Ms. Cecile dragged me by the tie to a room of rich, dark overtones. By flickering candlelight I saw strewn blankets and scattered pillows on a large bed in the middle of the room. ‘One minute,’ she said.

I watched as she made the bed and tidied the pillows.

Sexy as hell, but definitely OCD.

Beside the foot of the bed, Ms Cecile removed my tie and tossed it over her shoulder. ‘For later,’ she purred.

I was ready for action, but Miss Cecile had other ideas. She eased me backwards, and kept backing me up until she’d pinned me to the wall. At arms length, she traced her fingertips across my chest. ‘You sure you can submit, to me?’

You’d better believe it.

If my smile didn’t speak loud enough, I looked her up and down, and allowed my gaze to linger where it counted most. ‘Yes Ma'am, I can submit to you. I said I would surrender to you and I meant it.’

From the sparkle in her eyes, I knew I’d rung her bell. Ms. Cecile stroked the side of my face as she pressed her warm body to mine. With the intoxicating scent of woman in my nostrils, and maybe a little Herbal Essence, my pulse raced. Responding to Ms. Cecile’s gentle, rhythmic motions, I felt a stirring in my loins. Ms. Cecile cupped the back of my head, and with gentle pressure, guided my face down to hers. I expected a kiss. Instead, she whispered in my ear. ‘There is no going back. You understand this?’

Going back? You’ve got to be kidding.

I nodded.

‘You will have your time to play, but right now you are mine to play with,’ she said, before spinning on her heel and walking away. I tried to follow, but she stopped me dead. ‘Stay!’ she snapped, like I was a wayward dog.

She turned to admonish me. ‘I gave you an order. I did not tell you to move. You will do as you’re told, or you will be punished for it. Do you understand?’

Again I nodded, though I silently cursed the bossy bitch – a Scorpio, if ever I saw one.

‘I will reward you when you are good. To show my word...’

Miss Cecile tugged her blouse from her skirt and began undoing one button at a time. I licked my lips.

Come on baby, all the way, come on.

She undid every button, but though I caught a glimpse of her soft belly and black lace bra, she left the blouse hanging loose. ‘That is for starters, you have to earn more of me,’ she said.

Have it your way baby, but we’ll see who’s in control when it’s time for action.

High on power, she sauntered over and placed a hand on my chest. My muscles swelled, as my body tensed with frustration. I could so easily have broken free from the token binding on my wrists, but I remembered I was a toy in someone else’s game, and I clung to the promise I’d made to Ms. Sweet.

A gentle hand touched my face, soft lips met mine. Release at last, surely, for the tide swelling inside. In this woman’s soft lips, I tasted ecstasy, and my breathing deepened as Ms. Cecile groped at my pants and felt my erection. I let out a groan, but she released her grip and slipped her hands behind me, pulling me tightly against her.

And then, with a backward step, she broke the spell. ‘Go to the bed and sit,’ she said.

Scarcely believing she could take me so far, and then stop, I hesitated. For a moment I stared at her, but her expression challenged my defiance. I did as I was told, sitting submissively on the edge of the bed. Ms. Cecile followed. Standing before me, she leaned in and rested her hands upon her knees. Softly, she whispered in my ear. ‘You are a delicious treat from Ms. Sweet. I must remember to thank her.’

Gentle caresses, whispered promises, and warming breath had sent a surge of wanting through my body. Though I heard her words, they were fused into the sound of my deep breathing.

‘I want to taste you – all of you,’ she said, as her gaze wandered to the bulge in my pants. ‘Before the night is over.’ Her voice trailed away to a seductive purr, as she nibbled my ear. And then she knelt in front of me.

Come on baby, do it. I’m ready. I want you.

She lowered her head to my chest. I felt her warm mouth on my nipples. She sucked me, licked me, bit me, and trailed the soft wet tip of her tongue down my stomach.

‘I want to watch you squirm under my touch,’ she said. ‘I want to hear you beg for mercy,’ she said.

And then she pulled away.

I groaned. More torment. But with a little shimmy of her shoulders, her unbuttoned blouse opened and slipped off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra, and the tantalizing swell of her breasts.

Beautiful, just beautiful.

Ms. Cecile watched me closely, studying my reaction, reading my mind, anticipating my thoughts.

‘You will watch while I strip in front of you. You will not touch.’

Didn’t your mother ever warn you against playing with matches?

She rose to her feet. ‘I will unbind your hands and you will not touch until told.’

Because you’re playing with fire now.

She reached down to untie me. Those beautiful breasts were right in front of my mouth. The temptation was too much. I took a lick.

‘I said no touching!’ Ms. Cecile didn’t sound too unhappy, but she reprimanded me anyway. ‘Stand!’ she ordered, with renewed belligerence.

Meekly, I obeyed, and dropped my head.

‘Your punishment will be to simply watch while I pleasure myself. No touching, me or you.’

Bitch!

‘You will stand and watch from the foot of the bed. You will not move one muscle.’

I’ll try, but one muscle has a mind of its own, and I wouldn’t bet on it keeping still.

A knock at the door – an interruption neither of us needed. Ms. Cecile strode to open it, her blouse open and flowing. I strained my ears, and though I heard the voice of Mistress Sweet, I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Ms. Cecile closed the door. Surprise, surprise, we had company – a cute little thing with big eyes, small breasts and short blonde hair. Ms. Cecile put an arm around her new playmate.

She’s delicious, but what’s she doing here?

‘Sexy here has been a bad boy,’ said Ms. Cecile, throwing an open hand in my direction. ‘He disobeyed orders and therefore he is fixing to be punished.’

Ms. Cecile’s eyes and hands were all over the girl, who seemed shy and uncertain.

‘Would you care to stay Pixie?" asked Ms. Cecile. ‘Would you like to bear witness to his punishment?’

The girl she called Pixie found her voice, and said she had no wish to intrude.

With wicked eyes, Ms. Cecile assured her. ‘You are not intruding. You have done me a favour. Allow me to return the pleasure.’ She slipped an arm around the girl’s waist, and stroked her cheek. The girl’s big eyes widened.

‘Do you want to play Pixie?’ asked Ms. Cecile.

Whatever the girl wanted, she was too shy to come right out and say it. Ms. Cecile turned the screw. ‘Pixie... tell me... tell me those words you want to release,’ she said.

‘Smutty, I want to... watch,’ said the girl.

What a disappointment. The girl wants more, but she’s scared to admit it. Ms. Cecile knows it too.

Ms. Cecile placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders and steered her backwards to the side of the bed. She nuzzled her head under the girl’s chin and planted a soft kiss on her neck.

‘You want to watch,’ whispered Ms Cecile. Again she kissed the girl’s neck, lingering a little longer. The girl whimpered.

Ms. Cecile’s intentions were clear when she coaxed the girl into sitting on the side of the bed. The prospect of some girl on girl action had my pants straining, and my heart started thumping when Ms. Cecile straddled the girl and her skirt rode up, revealing even more of her creamy white thighs.

Ms Cecile leaned over the girl. Almost breast to breast, she licked the girl’s neck and collarbone. ‘I want you at the top of the bed,’ she said, her voice filled with unbridled lust. The girl obeyed and wriggled up to the pillow, with Ms. Cecile riding on top of her.

From my position at the foot of the bed I could no longer see what was happening – just the back of Ms. Cecile, and the girl’s legs. ‘You want to watch,’ I heard Ms. Cecile whisper. ‘But I want to play. Will you let me play? Will you allow me to play—with you?’

Jesus Christ

A kiss, a low moan. Someone gave a little gasp of pleasure – the girl I guessed, by the quiver in her legs. More whispers, and then a little squeal. Maybe I made a noise, too. Because the next thing I knew Ms. Cecile was looking over her shoulder at me.

‘Do not think I have forgotten about you, my dear naughty Sexy,’ she said. ‘Your punishment still stands. You will watch while I pleasure myself.’

Ms. Cecile got off the bed and headed for the nightstand, leaving me to get a good look at Pixie. Pink-cheeked and arms spread, she was lying submissively with her blouse open.

Wondering what Ms. Cecile was doing, I turned my head just in time to catch a flash of her pink Victoria Secret’s as she bent down to pick up an overnight bag.

Ms. Cecile hurried back, talking to me as she put her bag on the side of the bed.

‘Sexy,’ she said. ‘Do not think I have forgotten about the strip tease.’

Ms. Cecile circled behind me. From the corner of my eye, I saw her blouse fall to the floor. Then I felt her delicate touch on my upper arms, a moment before the sensation of her body on my back sent the heat radiating between us. She wrapped a leg around me, and began moving up and down. She was using me – rubbing herself off where a girl loves to be rubbed. Up and down, up and down. And all the while she was trailing her nails across my shoulders.

And yet again, she stopped suddenly.

Ms. Cecile pushed in front of me and sat on the end of the bed.

‘Take my shoes off,’ she demanded.

Resigned to more frustration, I removed her stiletto heels.

She rolled back on the bed, away from me yet again. But as she did so, she raised her legs and peeled off her pink panties.

Whoa!

Wearing nothing but her bra, raised skirt and thigh highs, she stretched across the bed for her bag.

Ms. Cecile pulled a pink vibrator from her bag, and with a Crest 3D smile, the minx lay back and opened her legs, exposing the glistening sweetness of her succulent peach.

A click, followed by a low, steady drone.

I watched mesmerized as Ms Cecile teased the vibrator up and down her groins, and across her moist, fleshy mound. At the head on the bed, Pixie raised herself on her elbows to get a better look.

I had the perfect view. Ms. Cecile brought herself to the brink by stimulating her love button, before slipping the bulbous head of the vibrator between her petals. Slowly but surely, she eased the vibrator’s full length deep into her pussy.

Beautiful

As spasms became ripples, Ms. Cecile lay panting. When she got her breath back, she opened her eyes and smiled at Pixie and me.

‘Now, it is your turn to come lay down my naughty Sexy,’ she said, in a mellowed tone. ‘You accepted your discipline very well. You did not touch and you did not come. Your obedience will now be rewarded.’

Good – about fucking time, too.

Ms. Cecile patted the space beside her, inviting me onto the bed, but even as I accepted, she’d crawled over Pixie and straddled her again.

From over Ms. Cecile’s shoulder, I looked into Pixie’s eyes. Although bright with arousal, I saw the helpless fear of someone pinned down by the predatory Ms. Cecile.

Ms. Cecile lowered her head to the girl’s, until their lips were almost touching. ‘Do not take your eyes off me,’ she said.

Pixie opened her mouth to speak, but the words went unspoken. Ms. Cecile kissed her fully on the lips, and then lifted her head to give the girl an approving smile, before lowering her head for another kiss. When Pixie opened her mouth this time, it was in submission.

Ms. Cecile broke off from kissing Pixie, to kiss me. Then she rolled onto her back and lay between us. She smiled, and gave a wink as she stared high above. I followed her gaze, and guessed that beyond the mirrored ceiling, Mistress Sweet was more than satisfied.

As Pixie cuddled up to Ms. Cecile and kissed her, I got off the bed and unzipped my pants. Ms. Cecile let out a gasp as the eighth wonder of the world sprang free.

Now it’s my turn to put on a show. I’m in control now. The final act will be played out on my terms. Ms. Cecile is getting what’s coming to her, hard and brutal.

Taking Ms. Cecile by the ankles, I threw her legs up over my shoulders, and rode her to glory.

Short Story by Cecile Smutty Hussy....

This is a story I wrote and Sweet polished up....
Please enjoy.....
Cuz Sexy has his own story coming up in the next few days.......


Sexy was tending to our lush literary needs at Sweet's Titillating Tuesday Contest Bar
when Mistress Sweet innocently contemplated, "He sure is begging for something..."Photographed by nDVS

With that one thought, our Sexy Bartender was led on a merry adventure by Ms. Cecile Smutty Hussy—with Mistress Sweet's permission, of course. Originally broken into four parts and published as a weekly serial, below is the complete short.

I step into the room wearing my mile high stilettos. Black thigh highs caress my calves with a sleek line up the back, leading your eyes to my garter as it peeks out at the top of my thigh.
Crossing the room, I see Sexy sitting on his knees, neck bent back, tie around his neck. It is a invitation of wicked sorts.

Bending straight down, I grab his tie and tell him in a husky voice, "Get up and follow if you dare to surrender to me." There is no mistaking what I want from my voice, or the things my tone promises.

His head snaps up and he dares to make eye contact with me. Mistress Sweet observes from behind the polished bar.

A furtive glance to the right reveals his silent request and with a small nod of her head, Mistress Sweet gives her consent for his pleasure.

He rises to his feet keeping his head bowed as he responds to Cecile in a quiet voice, slightly husky from disuse, "I surrender myself to your pleasure, Ms. Cecile."

I pass a look of wicked delight to Sweet behind the bar with a nod. "I will take good care of him," I whisper over my shoulder in the most wicked of voices.

Turing back to Sexy I murmur, "I am glad to see that you surrender. The things to come will be sheer delight to you. I promise you that." Fingering the loose satin, I add thoughtfully "We will make a better use of this tie though."

I pull him slowly by the tie, making sure his eyes are on all of me as I lead the way. I open the door to a room of rich, dark overtones. Candles are lit highlighting the room with pillows everywhere, blankets here and there.

I lead him to the middle of the room by his tie, his back to the door. I take the tie off—toss it on the bed "for later", and turn to him so he has a full frontal view.
I walk him backwards till he hits the wall.

"You sure you can submit, to me?" my voice drops down to a seductive purr as I trace my fingers up and down his chest, watching goosebumps form on his skin.

He looks down to my toes and slowly, lazily makes his way to my belly... then to my breast... then to my face. He gives me this grin of promises to delight me with. Hoarsely he says, "Yes ma'am, I can submit to you. I said I would surrender to you and I meant it." My eyes greedily take all of him in.

Up against the wall like that, he is a delightful vision of naughty thoughts.
I place one hand on the side of his face and slowly lean into him. Sliding my body up his, as he is a little taller than me, I whisper in his ear. "There is no going back. You understand this?" He nods in agreement with me. I can feel his arousal through his slacks.

"You will have your time to play... but right now you are mine to play with." I walk away. He starts to follow. "Stay," I say without looking over my shoulder. It was an order. "I did not tell you to move," I add seductively.

I turn around to face him."You will do as you're told or you will be punished for it. Do you understand?" he nods again.

"I will reward you when you are good. To show my word..." I start to remove my blouse from my skirt, undoing one button at a time. His eyes widen as he see part of my black lace bra flirting with him. I leave the shirt on, just unbuttoned. "That is for starters, you have to earn more of me."

I walked over to him very slowly in my heels and short skirt. With the heels we are eye level, which means when they come off we will match up perfectly.

I place one hand on his chest and feel the muscles tighten in response to my touch. With his hands tied behind him, he is defenseless—not that he would have done anything without being told to do so. He is such a handsome, well trained sub.

I took the liberty of cupping his face with one hand and allowing my other hand to roam lower. With his face in my hand I slowly place my lips on his and our eyes close at the same time.

My other hand wanders below his belt and cups his growing erection. He lets out a moan in my mouth as we taste each other. Moving my hand to roam over his rear, I clutch tighter and pull him closer to me.

Taking my lips away from his, I look him in the eyes. Lust swirls behind those chocolate depths. "Go to the bed and sit."

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed. I place both hands on his knees and bring my face down to his. As my lips trace his face, I slowly whisper, "You are a delicious treat from Ms. Sweet. I must remember to thank her."

Goosebumps rise on his shoulders where my breath warms his skin. As I lower my lips to his ear a chill rips through his body. Ah, apparently a sensitive spot for his cock responds as well. Through his slacks I can see his hard erection pressing against the fly. His breathing has become ragged, yet he retains his control. The time will come to test that strength of will.

"I want to taste you...," I allow my words to linger, slow and methodical. "All of you before the night is over."

My voice roughens to a seductive purr as I nibble on his ear. Lowering myself down to kneel in front of him, I also lower my mouth to one of his nipples. Licking, biting, blowing... I make them stand at attention for me.

Licking my way down his chest and biting my way down his stomach I demand, "I want to watch you squirm under my touch. I want to hear you beg for mercy." He gives me no response but the slight increase in his heart beat, faster and faster as he visualizes the lengths I will go to get what I want.

I pull myself away... just enough for him to see me wet my lips with the tip of my tongue. I settle back on my heels within the confines of his legs. With a calculated push one shoulder of my blouse slips off, then the other revealing black lace against white.

His low moan encourages me in my taunting as his eyes tract my every move.

"You will watch while I strip in front of you. You will not touch." Testing him.

I rise again, standing directly in front of him. "I will unbind your hands and you will not touch until told." I state softly.

Reaching down to untie him, my breasts are a mere lick away from his wicked mouth. Still testing him.

He fails.

His tongue flicks out and tastes the swell of my breast and my breath hitches at the rebellion.

"I said no touching." I turn my back to him and ignore the seductive shadow of his lashes against his cheeks as he casts his eyes to the floor in immediate submission.

"You shall be reprimanded." I walk away deciding the course of punishment for him while also striving to regain a firm grip on my own control. This one, he will be a challenge to master...

Or maybe it will take two...

"Stand," I bark out the order. My tone is a little harsh, even to my own ears. Not my initial intention, but it will do.

He obeys and lowers his gaze. "Your punishment will be to simply watch while I pleasure myself. No touching, me or you." I watch his cheeks redden in acknowledgement of his guilt.

"Stand facing the foot of the bed. You will not move one muscle." The anticipation of my sexy crawl onto the bed is broken with a knock at the door.

I stalk across the room to the door not bothering to rebutton my blouse. Only one person would dare to interrupt my play time, Mistress Sweet.

"Yes?" I answer, allowing annoyance to color my tone. Was she coming to check on Sexy or me?

With a push, the door swings open and she greats my hostility with a wicked smile. Her hands rest possessively on the shoulders of a pixie. Short blond hair and huge eyes gaze hesitantly at me as Mistress Sweet caresses down the arms of her newest pet. Following the path of her hands something catches my eye. My bag dangles from the pixie's clasped fingers. Forgotten on the bar when my eyes discovered Sexy, now my eyes light up with delight.

Mistress Sweet leans in close to Pixie's ear and whispers. As I watch, shivers of delight race up her spine and Pixie steps forward to say, "I was closing up and I saw your ummm... bag on the counter. Thought I would bring it to you." Perfect, my bag of goodies and perhaps a bit of interest from Pixie as well. How had I missed her at the bar?

Sensing Mistress Sweet's intent, I wrap my fingers around both Pixie's wrist and my purse while tugging her into the room. A pat on Pixie's ass from her Mistress seals the deal and I close the door to a flash of white teeth, bright red lips and a puckered air kiss.

What a lovely gift, both of her cherished pets. She is a true friend indeed, one with many motives. And I suspect her indulgence in me tonight is purely for the benefit of her voyeuristic side. Well, I will put on a show for her in reverence of these beautiful gifts.

Realizing Pixie does not know what she is walking into, I explain in a low drawl, "Sexy here has been a bad boy. He disobeyed orders and therefore he is fixing to be punished."

"Would you care to stay Pixie?" I ask in my most seductive voice. There is no need for pretense here, she knows what I want. It is all a matter of asking. Ask and you shall receive. I see something shimmer in her eyes... what was it? Does she want to submit to me or dominate him?

I decide to push the envelope a little farther, "Would you like to bear witness to his punishment?" His head bows even lower at his position at the end of the bed. My eyes absorb his submissive form.

"Well, I ummm... I don't want to intrude on you two." Her voice sounds wistful. With wicked eyes, I look over to her. "You are not intruding. You have done me a favor, allow me to return the pleasure."

With that said, I walk over to her and place one hand on her cheek and the other around her waist. Her eyes go wild, a match to my pulse. "Do you want to play Pixie?" I ask one last time.

She hesitates for a mere second, looking from Sexy to me, then back again.

"I just want to umm..." She's stuttering. Is she stalling or flustered that someone would want to include her in the power play? Does she not want to play?

"Pixie... tell me... tell me those words you want to release...", I coax her while softly caressing her cheek with my thumb and firming my grip around her waist.

"Smutty, I want to... watch..." she finally got it out. A look of ecstasy and longing flashes across her face and I glance over to Sexy. He is as hard as a rock and I can see his cock standing at attention through his slacks. That is acquiescence enough from him.

I guide Pixie over to the bed and turn her around, back to the sheets. Her eyes widen as the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Is she second guessing her decision to stay?

Our bodies are so close I can feel the heat her nervous pulse is generating. My hand winds around her neck to tangle in the nape of her hair and ease her head gently to the left so I can nuzzle her neck softly. My lips brush her throat.

"You want to watch." I whisper as I began to lower my head down the sweet column of her neck. It is a statement, not a question. Her breath hitches in response. As her temperature spikes I can smell her arousal mixed with a hint of citrus.

I push her down slowly to sit on the bed. My legs slide to straddle over hers. If she reaches out just the barest, she will touch my legs. My blouse still hangs open, inviting her. She looks up at me, not sure what I want. Confidence in my eyes, I gently guide her to lie back on the bed. I push against her side with one knee as she descends down.

"I want you at the top of the bed." I whisper the command in her ear and again lick my way down her throat to her chest. She slowly begins to push herself up the bed and I crawl on top of her, mimicking her movements.

From the foot of the bed, Sexy's labored breathing echos the shuffle of silk against sheets and I smile as the anticipation of sex weighs the air.

Pixie reaches the top and just stares at me. Her slightly labored breathing hints that she might be enjoying this as much as me. I wonder what is going through her mind. Is she was thinking about what is going to happen or if she wants it to happen?

"You want to watch but..." I speak softly over her breast, looking up at her under my lashes, "I want to play. Will you let me play? Will you allow me to play—with you?"

Pixie's slightly labored breathing hints that she might be enjoying this as much as me. I wonder what is going through her mind. Is she was thinking about what is going to happen or if she wants it to happen?

"All you have to do is lie here and look delicious for me," I whisper over her body as I descended down her belly and over her thighs. "You will get your wish... my Pixie."

Looking over my shoulder at Sexy, I am reminded of where I left off. "Do not think I have forgotten about you, my dear naughty Sexy. Your punishment still stands. You will watch while I pleasure myself."

Giving Pixie a chance to breathe and acclimate herself, I walk over to the night stand where my toy bag is stashed. I can feel both their eyes on me, caressing my bared skin. With a quick dip and flash of my lace panties, I grab the bag and stroll back over to the bed. And them.

"Sexy." With a single word, I demand his full attention and direct Pixie's gaze to him. I endeavor to calm her and stoke her curiosity in tandem. "Do not think I have forgotten about the strip tease."

With that, I walk up behind him and allow our bodies full contact. Heat radiates across our touching skin, on my breasts pressed to his back. I can feel his tight ass against my thighs through my skirt.

I wrap a leg around him and rub myself up and down, up and down. He groan tells me he knows, I am not playing nice. Trailing my nails along his collar, I circling around and sit in front of him on the bed.

"Take my shoes off, " I demand. One foot at time, he removes the stiletto heels. His touch lingers a breath too long but, I allow it. The tiny tendrils of pleasure that shoot from insole to heel negate any possible repercussions for his brashness.

Pushing myself away from him, I wiggle out of my black lace boyshorts. His eyes grow wide as he realizes I am bearing myself for him. To torture him. His cock jumps in his slacks, tight from his kneeling stance. I am enjoying myself and the attention of two beautiful pets. Mustn't forget, Mistress Sweet is watching. A wicked smile spread across my lips at the thought as heat races across my bared flesh.

Grabbing my bag, I pull out one of my favorite toys... a pink vibrator. I lean back and let my knees fall open in front of him. Reclining on the bed in just my black lace bra, skirt and thigh highs I feel like a complete minx.

High on my intoxication of him, I turned to face Pixie at my side and whisper, "Are you ready?" Her breath hitches at my tone and she curls her body around me, not quite touching but close enough to sense.

The intensity of observation by three, anticipation of lust, sets me on the path of self indulgence. With my vibrator in hand, I make my way to the ache demanding my attention. My pussy. I focus on Sexy at my feet as I please myself toward an orgasm. He groans at the play of my own hands on my body, and suddenly its there. I feel the rush from my toes to my head. I wiggle and moan until my body calms down and twin gasps recede to an echo.

Looking at Sexy, I notice his slacks are slightly wet where the head of his cock is still straining for release. I roll my head to the side to see Pixie licking her lips and as flush red as an juicy apple. Ah yes, the memory of their twin gasps still echo in my head.

I turn my attention back to Sexy. "Now, it is your turn to come lay down my naughty Sexy," my voice is not quite my own after that orgasm. But I am determined to stay in the game.

"You accepted your discipline very well. You did not touch and you did not come. Your obedience will now be rewarded." My face was stern but my tone warm as I instructed my borrowed pet.

As he lies down on the bed beside me, I turn to Pixie. If that little show has her all worked up, I wonder what else will make her pant for me. Straddling her, I crawl my way up her body—like a panther stalking its prey.

Her eyes resemble that of prey, bright with arousal and a touch of fear. Her heart is pumping adrenaline through her veins and a light sheen of sweat has formed above her lip. I lean my face close to hers. Our lips almost touching, I gently whisper "Do not take your eyes off me."

She opens her mouth to respond but I halt her with my lips. The kiss is soft and pliant. Never having kissed another woman before, I was unsure what it would feel like. But this, this is sexy as hell! Soft and exploring, with less of an edge compared to when I dominate the men in my bed. Utter submission. Another rush of excitement washes though me.

Before my mind engages to analyze what exactly I am discovering from that kiss, I turn back to Sexy. Pixie pants behind me and a tentative hand grazes my back. I crouch over Sexy to lie down with him in anticipation of his reward but find myself angling just enough to allow the curious touch of Pixie along my side.

With my head against Sexy's chest and my hand covering Pixie's at my waist, my gaze dances to the mirror above our heads. We are splayed out in a luscious tangle of silk and skin, an invitation or perhaps a gift. With a smile and a wink, I nod my head to the voyeur behind the glass and indulge my night of sensual exploration with the pets of Mistress Sweet.

~ Courtesy of Ms. Cecile Smutty Hussy ~

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