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Serving Sophia (Awakenings 3)

“This book has a quiet grace that weaves into your psyche and has you falling for the characters” Goodreads Reader Review

Walls of Pain

Sophia DiMarco wants a forever kind of love. But finding the right sub isn’t easy. And so she built a fortified wall around her heart to keep her from wanting more. It worked—until Drew Snow walked through her front door and stormed her citadel with one smoldering look.

Secret Shame

Never having entertained the idea of being submissive before, Drew finds himself enchanted with the beautiful Domme and craving the searing kiss of her dominance. But powerful men like him—he’s a sought-after chef with a television show in the works—aren’t subs, and the price of his submission is secrecy.

When tragedy strikes, he must decide whether he’s strong enough to embrace his true nature and Sophia, who has become so much more than a secret pleasure.

Warnings: Femdom, BDSM

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Excerpt

She closed the distance between us, her hand unsteady where it rested against my chest.

“Mistress, can I touch you?” I whispered the question when her lips were inches from mine.

“No.” She brushed her lips against mine. As before, I kissed her back, but I was careful not to otherwise move. I did not want to displease her.

Passion exploded, not that it had been contained before. She moaned into my mouth, and her hands gripped the sides of my head. Her fingers moved through my hair, destroying the effect I’d painstakingly created with hair gel that morning so I’d look my best for her.

Suddenly she backed up, stopping when her bottom bumping into the nightstand. The distance was perhaps two feet, but it was still too far for me to suppress a frown. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a box of condoms.

“Come touch me, Drew.”

It was the permission I’d sought since the first time she’d undressed me. One step closed the distance. I scooped her up in my arms and set her gently on a diagonal across the bed. I kissed her, feasting on her mouth before trailing my lips along her jaw and down her neck.

Her hands were not still. She touched me everywhere, drawing that sensual caress over my shoulders, chest, and back. I lifted her shirt over her head, and she cooperated by lifting her torso. One twist of the clasp, and her bra loosened. Leaning up on an elbow, I watched as I peeled it away to reveal a pair of perfect breasts. Her skin was lighter there, tan instead of golden olive. Dusky cinnamon areolas beckoned. I licked until her nipple pebbled, and then I took that in my mouth, sucking hard because I had a tenuous hold on my self-control.

She arched off the bed, crying out her approval, and her thighs clamped around the thigh I’d wedged between her legs.

I spent some time worshipping her breasts with my mouth before I took one in my hand. It fit perfectly in my palm, and she moaned as I kneaded and squeezed.

Needing more, I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands roaming lower to the waistband of her leggings.

I knelt between her legs, and she lifted her hips to remove the last of her clothing. She lay before me in all her nude glory, watching me check her out.

“See something you like?” She followed with a flippant grin.

“Yes, Mistress. You’re so unbelievably beautiful. I could stare at you for hours.”

“Grab a condom.” It was an order.

“I’m craving dessert. Can I have a snack first?” I dragged a knuckle along her weeping slit.

She chuckled, a smooth melody, and spread her legs wider.

Owning Up (Awakenings 2) is on Amazon/KU

Owning Up (Awakenings 2) is now available!

The Reviews:

Sexy Sirens Book Blog: Outstanding Read. I love Ms. Zurlo’s style. Her flare for the dramatic and her way with words that makes the reader feel every word, every emotion and every nuance of the characters lives.

Dar (Goodreads): I absolutely loved this story, because it took me by surprise…I was right there with them, for the good, the sexy, the bad, the confusion, the love, the caring, the pain, the chemistry. It all swept off the pages and immersed me into the story.

Katey (GR): “Michele Zurlo weaves characters that draw you in and make you care about them, and then she lights their relationships on fire with passion and surprise.”

Owning Up (Awakenings 2)

Amazon/KU: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QBLXBL2

(Note this title is on KU because other booksellers rejected it due to taboo content.)

An offer she couldn’t refuse…

When two handsome brothers offer Samantha Spencer a night of passion, curiosity lands her in their arms. The spirited artist craves a lover with enough energy to satisfy her between the sheets, and these twins deliver a deliciously decadent experience.

Their perfect submissive…

One night with Samantha leaves Alexei and Stefano wanting more—especially the glimpses they catch of the submissive within. But a relationship isn’t a business deal, and sometimes even love isn’t enough. With everything on the line, what are they willing to sacrifice for the ultimate dream?

Warnings: BDSM, ménage, pony play

How about a hot little excerpt?

The door opened, and Stefano stood back to admit us. I followed Lex inside, and I looked around. At one end was a black wooden structure in the shape of an X. I’d never seen a St. Andrew’s cross before. This one was large and imposing. I noted the places where chains dangled. The rest of the room had chairs arranged in rows for observers.

Alexei and Stefano dominated the space even more than the cross did. Ellen retreated to the periphery of the room, a kind of safeword waiting in the wings.

“Remove your shirt, shoes, and pants,” Stefano directed. “And hand them to me.”

I did, not bothering with a striptease. I wasn’t here to titillate them. I was here to experience my first flogging. I removed my shoes and pants first, handing them over to Stefano. He folded my pants and placed them on a chair behind him. He set my shoes on the floor underneath. I shrugged out of my shirt and gave that to him as well.

Lex sucked in a breath, but he didn’t say anything. Stefano folded my shirt and set it on top of my pants. Then the pair faced me.

“Widen your stance a bit,” Alexei said. He moved to stand behind me, and I felt his hands on my waist. “Relax your shoulders, and lower your gaze.”

My gaze wandered down Stefano’s body, drinking in his sexy physique. I stopped when I was staring in the region of his zipper.

“A little more,” Stefano directed.

I dropped it to his feet.

“Don’t move your head,” Alexei said. “Just your eyes.”

I hadn’t realized I’d looked down. I brought my chin up while keeping my gaze on Stefano’s feet.

“Perfect.” Alexei drew a light caress down the center of my back, the sensual touch disappearing as he skipped over the strap of my bra. “Usually we’d begin with you kneeling, but right now, we don’t have control over the cleanliness of the floor.”

I appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“You can talk,” Stefano said. “Ask questions if you have them.”

“I’m okay,” I assured them without lifting my gaze. “I promise I’ll call red or yellow if I’m not.”

They seemed at ease. Alexei guided me to stand in front of the cross, and together, they buckled padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. These were attached to the short chains, and just like that, I found myself bound to a St. Andrew’s cross. I tested the range of motion, and I found I could move a few inches. It wasn’t enough to go anywhere, but it was enough so that I didn’t feel too restricted.

My hair moved as deft hands wrangled it into a knot on top of my head. I froze to keep it from unraveling.

“You can relax. I have a little sister who wrapped me around her finger from the moment she was born, so I have a lot of practice with long hair. It’ll hold.” He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back.

With my back to them, I wasn’t sure who had spoken.

“Lex or Stef?”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my nape. “We’ve stumped her for the first time.”

Another chuckle came from right next to the first one. “If you’re not sure, default to ‘Sir’ as your form of address.”

I wasn’t sure about the use of a title, but it was nice to have something to save me from calling either of my lovers by the wrong name. “Okay, but which one of you is close with your sister?”

“We both are.” Another laugh, and teeth nipped at my ear. “Sammy, we’re going to make you feel really fucking good. Rest your front side against the cross.”

“Yes, Stef.” I did as he asked.

The kiss he was pressing to my shoulder stalled. “How did you know it was me?”

“You always shorten my name. Lex doesn’t.”

He seemed to accept the explanation, which was good because it was all I had to go on right now. The hands on my body multiplied as they touched every inch of my skin from my calves to my neck.

From the periphery of my view, I noted that Ellen was there, my security blanket watching over me while staying out of the way. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations stimulating my skin. It didn’t take long for them to simultaneously arouse and relax me. I felt alive and awake, yet subdued and ready for anything.

The first swish of the flogger came a second before a soft thud on my shoulder that felt like a light massage. The sensation repeated down my right side, and then it switched to come down my left side. Up and down, they flogged me from shoulder to calf, skipping over my lower back, and it felt pleasant. I found myself relaxing into the rhythm. After a time, the thuds became sharper and harder, like the massage was finally getting serious. I relaxed even more, and pleasure clouded my mind.

The clink of metal on wood roused me. I looked up to find my wrist free. Sir brought my arm down, massaging my shoulder as he did.

I giggled.

A slanted grin quirked his mouth—Alexei’s smile. “What’s funny?”

“You, Lex. A massage after a massage.”

Shock momentarily stole his smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I guess I’m amazed that you’re half out of your mind, and yet you identified me easily.”

“Your smile,” I explained. “You and Stef smile differently.”

“Mine is sexy. Yours is cocky.” Stefano made that claim as he freed my other arm.

“They’re both sexy and cocky.” They were. The biggest difference was that Lex’s smile was a little higher on the left side. Stefano’s quirked up to the right. “No fighting.”

Stefano draped a robe around my shoulders while Alexei put my arms through the sleeves. “Look at you, giving orders. It’s cute, Sammy, but submissives ask for what they want.”

Writers Can Change Their Minds

The writing process is a curious thing. It often makes no sense, even to a writer. We create characters, fall in love wit them, and follow their journey–agonizing over every detail until The End.

The Awakenings series was the first one I ever wrote. As such, it means the most. I cut my teeth on those characters, developed and honed my writing skills, and I learned so much. Ten years later, and I’ve definitely improved as a writer. That’s good news. I’d hope that ten years spent doing anything would make me better at it.

As I went through the process of revamping my stories for re-release when the series rights returned to me, I found myself re-envisioning the stories. First, I rewrote Samantha’s story. I never felt she got a fair shake from me, so I re-wrote her story. I didn’t just revise the original–I gave her a whole new experience. The result is a much better book.

While that was going on, I hadn’t planned to revise Hanging On all that much. I’d planned to add scenes and update others, but as I worked on it, I began to think about my original vision for Sophia’s story. She’s a Domme, but market forces at the time forced me to make her give that up. I felt that Sophia deserved a better story as much as Samantha did. And so I’ve been writing Sophia a completely new story. Due to my dedication to putting out great stories, Samantha’s story, Owning Up, will be 2nd in the series, and Sophia’s story (not yet titled) will be 3rd.

Look for Owning Up (Awakenings 2) in April and Hanging On (with possibly a different title) in June.

Letting Go Release Day!

Letting Go (Awakenings 1) Author’s Cut

Placing my hands on either side of his face, I maneuvered him in position for a kiss. “Do you really have so many dark secrets?”

“A few.”

An Impulsive Proposal…

The terms of Sabrina’s grandfather’s will require for her to be married in order to gain her inheritance. In a moment of weakness, she proposes to a handsome stranger at work. She needs someone to play a part, and she’s willing to sleep with him to sweeten the deal.

A Promise of Passion…

With a failed marriage haunting him and something to prove, Jonas Spencer jumps at the chance to have sex with a beautiful, intelligent woman for a whole year. It would be fun, and he could use some fun in his life—as long as she lives by his rules. He is a Dominant, after all.

A Powerful Desire…

No man has ever satisfied Sabrina in bed, but Jonas is willing to peel away her carefully constructed façade. Layer by layer, he reveals the depths of her passion. As Sabrina falls in love with Jonas, she forces him to confront his dark secrets.

Can she help him let go of the past, or will he use it to throw away the future?

I think he was hoping to scare me, and he did a little. I held his gaze, searching for hate, anger, or malice, but I saw only his need. I’d never been able to deny him, and I wanted this as much as he did, maybe more because I was in love with him and I desperately wanted him to be in love with me.

Fall in love with Sabrina and Jonas

This Author’s Cut version is over 1/4 longer. It features revised and additional scenes, including an expanded ending and a bonus short story at the end. Letting Go is one of those books you’ll read over and over again! This book brought so many great authors and wonderful readers into my life, including Lydia Michaels and Allyson Young, who co-wrote a foreword for this edition.

I thought breaking a heart was a faster thing, a momentary process. I didn’t know it kept breaking.

Praise for the original Letting Go:

“WOW! That’s the first thing that comes to mind now that I’ve read Letting Go by Michele Zurlo. Ms. Zurlo has penned an awesome story of both romance and love with submission and domination in a tale to beat all odds. I would recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a romance full of hot sex!” –Dark Diva Reviews

“Michele Zurlo has penned a dynamic tale that I was completely captivated with, high praise for Letting Go.” –SensualReads.com

This book is a MUST READ! I could not put it down. The author has created characters with surprisingly great depth to them… fully-formed characters for our enjoyment. I loved that this book did not take the regular character development / plot outline route of standard erotic romance / bdsm books.” –Amazon reviewer “EJ”

I love this book! It was so raw and honest reading about a woman who was so realistic and giving in her love. I started reading with little expectation, but ended thinking about this book for the rest of the week.” –Amazon reviewer “KindeAddict”

Buy Links

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Cover Reveal–Letting Go and Hanging On

After years of waiting, it’s finally happening. The rights to the Awakenings series are reverting to me, and I’ll be able to publish them again. This series launched my career, and it’s very special to me. More information coming soon, but I’m planning to launch Letting Go on February 14, 2019 and Hanging On in April 2019.

Here are the covers, made with love by Pyroclastic.

Yep, that’s a foreword by Lydia Michaels and Allyson Young!

I hope you’re as excited for the return of some of my greatest titles as I am!

Zurlo Vault Grows!

Greetings Weblings,

You may or may not have noticed, but Hanging On and Irrepressible Force are no longer available. The rights have reverted to me, and due to Siren’s clause about how they own the setting and characters of Awakenings (or whatever specific BS they listed as their interpretation of a clause that no other publisher interprets that way,) Hanging On is now in the Zurlo Vault. When it reemerges sometime after Dec 2018 (when the entire series reverts to me), it’ll be different. Like Letting Go, Hanging On was originally written in first person. It was a stronger narrative that way, as you’ve seen with Hanging On 2 (which I refused to change from first person). Anyway, when it surfaces again in 3.5 years, it’ll be a lot better than the original, which was pretty darn good if I do say so myself. (In case you’re wondering, I plan to retool Two Masters for Samantha, which goes in the vault Dec 2015, and Time to Pretend, which goes in the vault in March 2016. Stepping Stones, Surreal Neal, and In Their Hearts will NOT be reissued, though elements of their stories may show up in the originals.)  Similarly, the Daughters of Circe series will also not be re-released once rights revert back to me.)

Irrepressible Force will not be reissued. That is a story I never felt turned out quite the way I wanted, and so I’ve changed it all. The characters and setting are the same, but the plot/conflict is completely different. I’ve beefed up the roles of some supporting characters, changed some, and introduced others. With the original, I was directed to spice it up with more sex, and perhaps that’s what didn’t quite fit. The new version, called Blade’s Ghost, has fewer sex scenes, but they’re better–more sensual and much hotter. I’m really pleased with the way it has turned out. That reminds me–I need to call my cover artist and get her to work on the cover for it. I may put it out in August or move the release date to September so that I can take a well-deserved vacation at some point this summer. I haven’t had one in five years.

Anyway, that’s today’s update. Now back to working on Doms of the FBI #4 (Jordan and Amy’s story.)

With love, Michele

Alternatives to Letting Go

Some of you may have noticed that Letting Go is no longer available for purchase. Normally when a contract period is up and the rights for a book revert to an author, the author can revise and self-publish the book. However, the former publisher of Letting Go interprets the right of first refusal clause differently from other publishers. They insist that nobody else (not even the author) can publish the book until the rights from every book in the series revert back to the author. Because I cannot afford a lawsuit to protest this interpretation, I’ve decided to pull Letting Go from circulation. As the rights from all books in that series revert, I’ll be pulling them all. By the end of 2015, Hanging On and Two Masters for Samantha will no longer be available. I have plans to significantly revise the first four books and republish them after December 2018, when the rights to book 7 will revert to me. Books 5-7 will not be republished once they’re gone. I plan to incorporate elements of them into the revisions, so all is not lost.

I like to force myself to look at the glass as half-full. On the plus side, I’ll be able to significantly revise them and publish them according to my original plan. My imagination runs a bit darker than the parameters set by other publishers, and I no longer have to change my writing and plotting style to suit someone else’s guidelines. Freedom comes at a price.

ReBound-FJM_Low_Res_500x750In the meantime, if you’re looking for some quality BDSM love stories, check out my Doms of the FBI series. They’re romantic suspense, so there’s an added element of danger. I have plans to expand that series as well. I’m purchasing the rights to book 2, and then I’ll put out book 3. Book 4 is in the works, but I don’t expect to have it done until 2016. Maybe late 2015. It depends on whether I change careers this year.

Kiss Me By Moonlight
Kiss Me By Moonlight

If you’re craving the angsty feel of a heroine and hero who make mistakes, love, and grow–if you want to laugh and cry–check out the Kiss Me Series. It doesn’t contain BDSM, but it’s a damn good story. Lacey and Dylan are two of my best creations.banner rough1

If you’re looking for some hot menage action and an action-adventure storyline, check out Dragon Kisses. Some of my readers who have said they don’t usually go for paranormal or shifter romancesgave it rave reviews. It’s definitely a different kind of shifterromance, and it’s more my style–especially book 3, which will tug at your heartstrings and make you cry.

Attention: Letting Go Fans

I’m working through revisions for a reissue for when rights are returned to me next Feb/March. I’m changing some things–well I’m changing quite a lot of things (like making it first person and expanding that last scene). Question–Some sex is alluded to, especially their first summer together and when she takes him on a tour of sex clubs. Would you like to see that become explicit? It would lengthen the book. Also, would you like to see it released as one novel or in serial form?

Excerpt from In Their Hearts

Here’s some heat from Two Masters for Samantha 2: In Their Hearts (Awakenings 7)

Story Excerpt:

mz-a-tmfsintheirheartsMusic drifted from Stef’s room, and his door was open, so she went inside without knocking. His back was to her, and he was dressed in a suit, which meant he was heading out for work soon. As it was Monday morning, she wasn’t surprised. It had been a rare occurrence for them to both take three days off in a row. The weekend had been heavenly.

She approached from behind, enjoying the sound of Stef’s off-key singing, and slipped her arms around him.

He broke off and turned in her embrace. “Hey, gorgeous. I was just about to pound on Lex’s door and ask if you needed rescuing.”

The image of him barging in to find her tied up, gagged, and at Lex’s mercy made her knees weak. His definition of rescuing her probably meant joining in. She giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m here now, if you’d like to rescue me.”

She rubbed her bare mons against his package.

He groaned, but he didn’t move to take things further. “I can’t, Sammy.”

At that moment, she noticed the suitcase on his bed, wide open and half packed with fresh clothes. She pushed him away. “You’re leaving? You didn’t say anything about traveling this week.”

“I know,” he said, reaching for her. “It wasn’t planned. An emergency has arisen.”

She smacked his arms away, a move that might get her punished. Good. It would make him miss his flight, and that would be his punishment for keeping this from her. “Did someone die? Because I can’t think of another reason that would constitute an emergency. For Christ’s sake—you just got back!”

He held his hands out, beckoning her closer.

She perched one hand on a hip and scowled.

“Sammy, be reasonable. This is a huge deal. We have to handle this just right or we’ll lose it.”

She pressed her lips together, but her attempt to censor her thoughts was futile. She lost her battle with her temper. “This is bullshit. You have lots of people who work for you who could go. And besides, it’s always a huge deal. How many huge deals do you need before you’ve made enough money?”

“Sammy—”

“Don’t ‘Sammy’ me! You have billions of dollars. You bought me a fucking island, and you didn’t even bat an eye at the sticker price.”

“We negotiated very good terms,” he said. He closed the distance she had put between them. “Honey, don’t be angry. We’ll be home in time for the weekend.”

Hot tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and her nose twitched. She struggled not to cry. Her shoulders slumped, and she let Stef put his arms around her. “I’m not angry.”

Just like that, she wasn’t angry. Her underlying emotion came to the surface. She was hurt.

“Is she okay?”

Samantha turned her head to find Lex standing in the doorway with a suitcase on the floor at his feet. Her stomach dropped. “You’re going, too?”

Stefano huffed out a long breath. “You didn’t tell her?”

Lex shook his head. “I thought I’d let you break the news.”

Stefano regarded his brother with his lips pressed together, but Samantha didn’t care if they fought. Too many emotions whirled through her. She tore away from Stef’s hold, stormed past Lex, and went to her room. Her sanctuary. This was the one place in the house where she was in charge. It was turning out to be the place where she slept the most often.

Adult Excerpt (Explicit):

After hanging up, she rushed into the room to find Stefano setting his briefcase on the floor next to the sofa. He glanced up at her, a huge smile on his face.

“I like this,” he said. “Having you here makes a huge difference, Sammy. I have a reason not to linger in a meeting or with the client.”

She looked behind him, a question in her eyes.

“Lex will be along shortly. He got a call in the lobby that he had to take.” He stroked the edge of his thumb up and down her arm. “I need you, honey. Right now.”

She stripped off her jacket, shivering with residual chill and anticipation. Her shirt and skirt followed, but those she folded neatly over a chair. She had dressed for fine dining.

With one hand on the back of her neck, Stef shoved her down over the sofa. She felt his cock nudge her entrance. She wasn’t quite wet, so the first thrust hurt, but after that, she was fine. He fucked her hard and fast.

“You’re not allowed to come.” He ground out the command as he pumped himself into her. “Tighten around me.”

She did, and that made it even more difficult to resist the siren’s call of her climax. Focusing on the ugly painting across the room, she controlled her breathing and managed to withstand his onslaught. The feel of his warm semen bathing her insides brought her enough fulfillment.

He pulled away, and cool air stirred against the places that were warm from his touch. “Stay like that.”

He rummaged through a drawer that contained their toys. She heard water run and the telltale wheeze of a lube bottle that was almost empty. Time for a run to the store. The silicone toy nudged her back entrance. She breathed out to let it in, and she ended up gasping. It was the widest one they owned, and her Doms rarely used it. The thing hurt going in, and it took her several minutes to adjust to it. She couldn’t walk or sit. Moving was usually too difficult. The toy ensured she was going to “stay like that.”

The door opened again, but it was to her back. She trusted that if anybody was in the hallway, Stef would shield her naked body.

“Hell-o,” Lex said. “What a nice surprise.”

“You’re welcome,” Stefano said. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”

“Sure.” Lex had already lost interest in his brother’s plans.

Samantha wondered if they’d coordinated this, or if they were making it up as they went along. She felt his caress along her bare bottom, and then she heard the rustle of fabric that told her he was lowering his pants.

“No coming,” he ordered.

It wasn’t confirmation that they’d planned anything. Lex and Stef often did the same things to her, and she knew they had no idea how in sync they were with one another.

“No coming,” she repeated. “Got it.”

He also took her fast and hard, pounding into her with such vigor that sitting in the restaurant was going to be a challenge. Sometimes she took one of the circular blowup pillows to ease her discomfort.

The plug added another dimension to the experience. Every time he surged forward, he shoved it deeper into her, fucking her doubly. It was easier for Samantha to hold off her orgasms with vaginal sex than anal, and when they were combined, she struggled not to come. Sharp tingles shot up her spine and her head grew dizzy, sure signs she was about to lose it. She breathed in short, harsh gasps, trying to stave off the inevitable.

Lex climaxed before she lost control, thank goodness. As he came inside her, she sagged over the sofa in relief. That’s when he spanked her.

He started off by punctuating his smacks with soft caresses of her thighs, butt, and lower back. The intensity of each blow varied, making it impossible to predict what was coming next. She braced her hands on the sofa cushion and held on for the ride. Her backside burned pleasantly, and when he centered the blow over the plug, it was too much.

“Please,” she begged. “Not that. You’re making it so hard not to come.” When he didn’t alter his actions, she tried again. “Lex, please!”

The smacks came harder and faster, and she knew they’d soon reach a crescendo. She also knew that Stef had returned, and he was responsible for at least half of the blows.

“Stef, please! I want to be good.”

Just like that, the blows ceased. Two sets of hands righted her. The room took a moment to come into focus as her blood returned to normal flow. They held her steady until she could stand on her own. Now her ass and thighs burned, and she felt wonderfully used.

They stroked her, caressing her as a reward. Lex took her into the shower with him. She held up her hair and let him wash the sweat and the smell of sex from her body. He even took out the plug, laughing when he realized what Stef had done.

“I think Stef is in a particularly sadistic mood tonight.”

The redness on her ass bore witness to the fact that Lex was in the same mood. She was sore, incredibly horny, and she’d be walking funny for the next hour, but she didn’t mind. It had been a while since they’d played hard. Her soul rejoiced at the chance to serve them like this.

She put her arms around Lex as they exited the shower, and she pulled him to her. “I love you, Alexei Morozov.”

He kissed her tenderly, his earlier harshness erased by her declaration and submission.

A brief knock on the door interrupted them. Lex reluctantly released her. “Do you have the device of which we spoke?” he asked in his best imitation of an evil scientist.

Samantha turned to find Stefano holding a metal contraption. She recognized a chastity belt. This particular one had places to attach dildos that would occupy her front and rear entrances, and that’s exactly how Stefano put it on her.

Lex rubbed her hip. “How does it feel?”

“Cruel and unusual. I’m already horny as hell.” And they were locking her out of even being able to rub her thighs together to find some semblance of relief.

“Good,” Stefano replied. “That’s close enough to depraved and diverse. By the end of the night, you’re going to be mindless with need.”

Samantha sighed. “You’re evil. Both of you.”

Alexei put his arms around her. “That’s exactly how you like us.”

Yes, it was.

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Excerpt from Surreal Neal

Excerpt from Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal (Awakenings 6)

Story Excerpt

mz-a-surrealneal3Neal fell asleep three hours into the flight. I didn’t know where he’d stashed his return ticket, but he had it tucked away somewhere. He’d slept at his aunt’s house last night, and we’d missed having him in our bed.

Drew and I watched him, crashed on his first-class seat. We’d been holding hands and chatting, but now we lifted the arm rests, and I scooted closer. He slung his arm around me, and I snuggled my head against his shoulder.

Though he’d woken me early to have sex before we finished packing for our eight a.m. flight, I wasn’t tired. The idea of having Neal to ourselves on a tropical island sent my libido into overdrive. If we’d been on a private jet, I would have ordered Neal to strip, and we would have begun our vacation early.

“I’m glad we invited him,” Drew whispered to me. “This feels different—being with him.”

Yesterday Drew’s parents had come over, bringing Lila, their daughter who lived out of state and had surprised them with an impromptu visit. We hadn’t talked too much about our night withNeal, and by the time our unexpected guests had left, we had been too exhausted to do more than go to sleep.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Very different. I wonder if it’s because he’s only ever been ours together?”

Drew considered this aspect. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just him. He’s the first one who has made me look forward to participating in any kind of S&M scene.”

“We could do that on the island. I don’t think our room has dungeon furniture. We’ll probably have to go to one of the public areas, and I don’t know how he’ll react to that. He might like to watch us, but I’m not sure if he’d want to be put on display.”

The hand Drew had parked on my hip stroked slow circles through the fabric of the comfortable yoga pants I’d worn for the long flight. “I thought that kind of thing wasn’t up to him.”

This was a conversation in which we had engaged before. I sighed. “Everything is up to him. He has the ultimate veto power.”

Drew thought about it, and I was pretty sure it was for the first time. It wasn’t that he’d ignored me for four years. It was more like the information hadn’t been relevant. That had changed. “Like when he agreed to a spanking or when he showed me how to pull on his sac.” Drew nodded as he made sense of what had happened. “Okay, I get it. I’m not sure I understand this new urge I have to do those things to him.”

I smiled into his shirt, and I knew he felt the move. “You know he gets off on it. The power rush comes from giving him what he wants, but on your terms. Think about how it made you feel to deny him an orgasm and then push him so that he couldn’t stop it from happening.”

Drew shifted in his seat, and I knew he wanted to adjust himself, something he refused to do in public. This kind of talk was turning him on.

“You had no intention of letting him get to six,” I continued. “You set him up to take a spanking, and you both knew that’s what was going to happen. He consented because he enjoys the challenge, but also because he wanted to be spanked.”

With his trademark cocky grin on his lips, Drew leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I think I’m going to enjoy this vacation a lot.”

ADULT EXCERPT (Explicit)

She slapped a handful of condoms into my palm. “Take these to Drew.”

I headed to the bedroom, but Mistress didn’t immediately follow. Drew waited for me on the bed, his naked body arranged decadently on his side. His hair was tousled and his cock—this was my first clear view, and good Lord it was thick—lay along his thigh. The sculpted muscles of his physique left no doubt that he worked out daily. I wanted to touch him everywhere with my lips and hands.

He crooked a finger, inviting me closer. I climbed onto the bed and handed him the condoms. He chuckled and let them cascade from his hand onto the sheet. “Sophia has set the bar high.”

I looked at the pile. It was more than a single man could use in an evening if he wasn’t concerned about his dick falling off. “She expects us to use all of them?”

“Yes. She’s insatiable. Now come here and kiss me like you did earlier.”

That kiss had rocked my world. I arranged myself next to him, our thighs and stomachs almost touching, and I kissed him. No tentative foray, no teasing—I dove right in. He rolled toward me, pushing me to my back, and settled his weight on top of me. Our hands roamed, seeking and exploring, sometimes moving quickly, and other times slowing down to savor a texture or reaction.

After a while, Drew sat up, kneeling between my legs. Wordlessly, I handed him a condom. From the foot of the bed, Mistress handed him a bottle of lubricant. I had been so wrapped up in Drew that I hadn’t noticed when she’d joined us.

She laid down on the bed, propped on her elbows, so that her face was near mine. “Do you prefer to be on your back or stomach for this?”

Between my legs, Drew rolled on the condom and squeezed a dollop of lube into his hand. I wanted to see him when he took me. “This is fine.”

She kissed me, a brief bout of passion, and then she moved her lips down my neck and over my chest. Then she skipped the good part and got to her knees. Drew captured her lips for a heated moment, and then she sat back out of the way.

He hiked my legs up to expose my anus. His fingers were gentle as he smeared the gel over and into that muscle. Mistress handed him a towelette, and he wiped away the excess. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance. The pressure almost sent me through the roof. My dick throbbed painfully. I needed to come so badly.

The moment he breached my opening, tingles shot up my spine. I exhaled a hard moan. “You feel so fucking good.”

He grunted. The veins on his neck stood out. He pushed all the way in.

Mistress translated. “He says you feel good too.”

Drew set a moderate pace, fast enough to keep me on the edge without pushing either of us over too quickly. Mistress sprawled along my right side, her dark, damp hair spilling onto my shoulder. She watched us both, alternating between studying Drew’s face and mine. Desire darkened her irises to nearly black.

When having sex with two amazing people, it was difficult to not have ADD. Everywhere I looked was hot and tempting. From Mistress lying next to me, stroking herself, to Drew, hovering above me as he thrust harder and faster. My gaze met his, and he ensnared me. I couldn’t look away as pleasure overtook him and he buried himself all the way. His body shook as he thrust one more time and shouted, spilling his seed into the condom. He withdrew and collapsed, rolling to my left side.

Mistress stroked my hair, moving the locks that were stuck to my forehead. “How close are you?”

Unable to catch my breath, I panted. “Seconds, I think.”

Her mouth was around my cock before I finished speaking. I had been about to assure her that I could hold out for longer, but the sight of her lovely lips wrapped around my dick did me in. Lifting my hips, I thrust into her mouth and came. She moaned, swallowed, and sucked harder, draining me of every drop. The edges of my vision went fuzzy.