Monday, 26 March 2018

Blue Monday: Kryssie Fortune guests

Every Monday I post a sexy excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest author is Kryssie Fortune, with an excerpt from her dark Regency BDSM romance, Wickedly Used:

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You have this naïve idea that no one will hurt you. This far in the forest, I could take you so hard you screamed. None of the washerwomen by the river would be any the wiser. What if I’d been like those soldiers who kidnapped you?”

Her smile was temptation and sin. “You’re nothing like them. But so hard I screamed? Do it. Let’s have one last hurrah before we part.”

His shaft jerked in her hands. His smile widened into a grin, and he rolled away from her. Taking her hands, he pulled her upright and moved her to a waist-high boulder at the edge of the clearing. “Rest your elbows on there.”

Her puzzled look enchanted him as much as her innocence. He loved the way she only turned wicked and wanton around him. Slowly, she bent at the waist and did as he bid. Standing behind her, he bunched her gown around her waist. Looking at her—head down, bare bottom protruding—made him groan. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

She whimpered when he reached around her and pinched her nipples. Her rounded behind tempted and tormented him. He stroked his hand over it before giving it a light smack. “Don’t run from me. Ever.”

She stared at him over her shoulder. “I knew what would happen if I stayed.”

His grin turned mischievous. “It’s going to happen anyway. You’re irresistible. Damn it, woman, you drive me crazy, but what the hell were you doing, running into a forest? After the way those troopers manhandled you, you should know better.”

The atmosphere sizzled with their combined need. She gave him a saucy look that set his libido roaring. He wanted her, but he needed to teach her to take care of herself first. Beth took too many risks and put herself in danger. If anything happened to her, it would kill him. He pulled the belt from his trousers. “You need to learn some sense.”

Her smile faded when she realized his intention. He placed one hand on the small of her back when she tried to stand. “Move and I’ll double your punishment.”

He brought his belt down hard, hitting the rock beside her face. She flinched and closed her eyes. He pulled back and she heard the belt swish through the air. The leather landed on her bare butt with a crack.

She yelped and shot upright. Her hands rubbed her bottom. “Ouch. That hurt.”

He pushed her back down and admired the wide red stripe that decorated her bottom. “It was meant to. Move your hands. I don’t want to break your fingers. No more putting yourself at risk. Understand?”

She ran the back of one hand over her eyes and blinked hard. “I’ll do better, I promise.”

He stroked his hand over her behind then reached around her and pinched her clit. “I’m going to make your behind so tender that you’ll remember for days.”

She sniffed, folded her hands on the rock, and rested her head on them. “How many strokes?”

The rounded globes of her bottom temped and bewitched him. The way she accepted his dominance and discipline thrilled him. After he’d finished reminding her to take care of herself, he’d fulfill her sensual needs. She shuddered and gave a needy moan when he ran his hand down her cleft. “Nine more.”

She trembled at his touch. “I’ll need something to bite on.”

He found a stick as thick as his wrist and wrapped his handkerchief around it. A moment later he slid it between her lips and bound it in place. Stepping back, he brought the belt down on her already sore behind. She screamed behind her makeshift gag.

His next stroke hit lower, turning the tops of her thighs red. Again, she screamed. He waited for her to catch her breath then struck her again. The belt landed higher this time, slapping against the top of her butt cheeks. He worked his way down her bottom. The belt struck in a different place each time and turned her behind as red as a guardsman’s jacket. Each time it whipped at her flesh, she yelped, but her makeshift gag muffled the sound. When he stared at her feminine folds, they dripped with cum.

Once he reached the tops of her thighs, he worked his way back up her bottom. Each stinging bite of his belt against her already sore flesh hurt more. Tears poured down her cheeks. One final slap of leather against her red flesh, and he was done. “Punishment over, but put yourself at risk again and I promise you won’t be able to sit down for at least a fortnight.”

She nodded and relaxed against the rock. Since she made no attempt to remove the gag, he left it in place and dropped his trousers around his ankles. Shuffling closer, he pressed his thighs against the back of her legs. He leaned over her, surrounding her torso with his as he kissed the back of her neck. She sighed and pushed her bottom into his crotch. With a delighted chuckle, he thrust balls-deep inside her.

Around them, birds chorused the dawn and small animals rustled through the trees. Rothbury moved in an animalistic rhythm, his bare thighs slapping against hers. One final push and she came with a muffled scream. Her juices spilled over his cock and onto her thighs. Some smeared the rock she leaned against. She shuddered and cried out as she orgasmed. Again, the gag swallowed the sound.

Once he’d milked every drop of cum from her, he pulled out. Sperm arced from his cock, spraying the ground with streams of milky liquid. Panting hard, he pulled up his trousers and released the makeshift gag. Her eyes were heavy-lidded when he gathered her in his arms. He kissed her as if there was no tomorrow.

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Kryssie Fortune reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession. 

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unkown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt. 

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.

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Kryssie Fortune said...

Thank you for hosting me.

Janine Ashbless said...

My pleasure, Kryssie!