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Teasers ~ Somebody’s Angel by Kallypso Masters

YAY teasers are starting for the next Rescue Me Series by Kallypso Masters.. You can follow and stay up to date on all things Rescue Me on her Website/BlogAs she posts them I will add them here. 🙂 This one is set to release this year not a set date just yet, but once I find out I will post it!

Now, who wants a little kink? This is an UNEDITED excerpt from the beginning of Somebody’s Angel. Those who have finished Nobody’s Perfect (Rescue Me #4) are aware that the fifth book in the series will parallel the timeline for Perfect beginning at the New Year’s weekend in Aspen then continues until beyond where Perfect ended.

The first book in the Rescue Me series, Masters at Arms, is free always and the second book, Nobody’s Angel, may still be free at Amazon from a January promotion, so everyone be sure to grab those if you don’t already have them or you need the updated versions. (Nov. 30 is the final update for the first three books in the series and Jan. 15 for Nobody’s Perfect. Now that the books are in paperback–no more revisions!) Click here for info about the series and buy links to available booksellers.



Twenty minutes later, they were upstairs in their suite. Angelina released a huge sigh. Everyone in the lobby seemed to be watching her. She was uncertain which were members of Marc’s family and which were staff. Apparently, the family hadn’t been alerted as to their time of arrival. Odd, but it wasn’t as if they had shown up at his family’s home unannounced. This resort was huge. They could probably hide out for a week without being found.

Enough fantasizing. She’d have to face them sooner or later. Dinner tonight, Marc had said.
Angelina looked up at Marc, furrowing her eyebrows. “Enough what?”
“Enough worrying. They are going to love you as much as I do, cara. This tug-of-war in your head has to end. Now.”
“The only butt I want right now is yours over my knee. Strip.”
Her heart thudded and she let her coat puddle at her feet. “Yes, Sir.”
She pulled the heavy sweater over her head, hearing the static crackling her hair. He’d insisted she go braless this morning—and he’d copped a few feels on the drive to Aspen. So, in seconds, she was half naked. His gaze lowered to her breasts and her nipples puckered.
Marc reached out to touch one nipple and the static electricity discharged, causing her to inhale sharply and pull away from the pain. He laughed. “We’ll have to explore the violet wand in the playroom or club sometime.”
While not on her list of hard limits, she’d never liked the idea of his using electricity on her body. If that tiny spark to her nipple had hurt that much, imagine what it would feel like with currents coursing through her entire body.
Angelina shuddered and reached for her pleated skirt’s waistband, until he stayed her hand. “Leave the skirt. Lose the tights.”
Her pussy muscles tightened. Mio Dio. As she anticipated his bare hand on her equally bare butt, her breathing became rapid and shallow. She needed this so badly after stressing over this meeting since Christmas. Well, after Christmas maybe. That day had been wonderful and they returned home to enjoy a special treat in the upstairs playroom, complete with candy canes. She’d never look at those giant candy sticks or their curved smaller counterparts the same way again.
Reaching up under the skirt, she snagged the waistband of her black tights with her thumbs and quickly shimmied them down over her butt to her knees before she sat on the bed to remove her shoes and take the tights the rest of the way off. She wore no panties, another of Marc’s commands this morning cluing her in that they would be playing at some point today. But on cold days like this one, he allowed her to wear tights if they’d be outside.
He’d always seemed to know how uncomfortable and unsteady she was in fuck-me stiletto heels, though, and only required them in certain playroom scenes at home that required little or no walking. A very considerate Dom.
When she dropped the tights onto the floor, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and calves, heating her.
“Stand and present yourself.”
Angelina stood, cast her gaze to the floor in front of her, and planted her feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart. Her hands grasped her elbows behind her back, causing her breasts to jut out. Marc’s warm hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples until she gasped.
“I love your tits.”
So I’ve noticed. “Thank you, Sir.”
He lowered his mouth to one, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging until she nearly lost her footing, even though she was barefoot.
He stood and sighed, as if regretting he didn’t have time to continue exploring her breasts, and then he went to toy bag and unzipped it. When he pulled out one of his paddles, she almost took an involuntary step back. The paddle? Why? She hadn’t been bad.
Marc sat down on the edge of the bed and laid the wooden paddle on the bedspread beside him. The turquoise-colored bedspread enhanced the mirror image of the word “MINE.” That word soon would be imprinted in red on her butt. She hated the sting of that paddle. Damn Luke for making it, even though he had given it to Angelina so that she would be the one to present it to Marc, if she chose to. She could have withheld it, but the sentiment seemed sweet at the time. She’d get her revenge on dear, sweet Luke some day.
“Kneel.” He tossed a pillow from the bed in front of him, between his knees.
She was permitted to use her hands to get into a new position, so she released her elbows and used her hands on his knees to ease herself down onto the pillow. Once steady, her hands returned to clasp her elbows at her lower back.
“Remove my shoes.” She untied and removed the Guccis he had pulled from the back of the closet this morning. He didn’t usually wear them at home. She set them beside her discarded coat and sweater.
“You need to take your mind off dinner tonight. Please me with your mouth.”
Releasing her hands again, she eased down the zipper of his black [EXPENSIVE ITALIAN BRAND] pants. Reaching inside the opening, she pulled out his penis. She’d never grow tired of the sight of him, large and stiff for her. He leaned back on his elbows and she looked up at him.
Marc grinned. “No hands.”
Angelina scooted a little closer, knowing she’d need to support her chest if she wanted to have any control over the depth he could penetrate her mouth. As if licking a melting ice-cream cone, she let the tip of her tongue trace the engorged vein along the length of him, then returned to the head. His hiss and the bobbing of his penis told her she’d pleased him. He had been a little tense about this visit, too, so perhaps he needed this time as much as she did.
Releasing all thoughts of meeting his family, Angelina leaned as far forward as she could and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, pulling him toward her then taking him deeper. At this angle, it was difficult to take him into her throat, so she concentrated on the head, flicking her tongue around the rim and the notch on the underside. He bobbed again and she tasted his salty pre-cum. She grew wet thinking about having him inside her. Soon, she hoped.
“Your mouth is so hot, Amore.
Emboldened by his words, she sucked the head harder and he hissed again, pumping his hips up until the tip of his penis hit the roof of her mouth. She loved pleasing her Dom this way and he loved it, too.
Suddenly, he placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled her away. Puzzled, she looked up at him.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth or on your face. We don’t have a lot of time to clean up. Stand, pet.”
She maneuvered herself to her feet and took a step back before resuming her presentation position, unsure what he wanted her to do next.
Marc stood as well, kicking the pillow away, and unbuckled his belt. He released the button. “Remove my pants.”
Unclasping her hands, she reached out and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and lowered them. As usual, he went commando and his penis stood out, fierce and erect, surrounded by tufts of dark curly hair. Impulsively, she placed a kiss on the tip as she continued to pull down his pants.
“You did not have permission to do that, pet.”
Marc sat down so she could pull the pant legs the rest of the way off. She fought the urge to straddle him. They were being formal now and she needed to do as she was told. She’d learned a lot about discipline living with him these last few months. She needed to remember her training and not let her impulses get the better of her, or she probably would pay for it. She glanced at the paddle again.
“Across my lap. Now.”
Angelina swallowed hard and lay across his lap wutg his penis poking into her stomach and her body evenly distributed on either side of his thighs. Her hair hung loose and curtained her face—not that he could see her anyway. She felt herself grow wet, anticipating the sting of his hand on her butt.
“Hands on the floor.”
Shit. She didn’t like that position, because it left her with very little control—so open and vulnerable. However, she did as he’d ordered and placed her hands flat on the floor. His penis now pressed against her pubic bone and each swat of his hand would send a jolt to him, as well.
He lifted her short skirt and his warm hand caressed her butt. She squirmed when his fingers traced the crack to the swollen folds of her pussy.
“So damned wet for me, pet. Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Sir, for making me wet.”
His finger slid inside her opening and she squeezed him in welcome. They hadn’t made love this morning and she wanted him inside her so badly. However, it wouldn’t happen for a while at least. Perhaps not for hours—even days. Sometimes he preferred to leave her wanting and needing for long periods before he gave her the relief she so desperately needed. He pulled out his finger and she hoped he’d touch her clit now and give her some relief.
Not expecting the spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.
His hand came down on her other butt cheek equally hard and she squeezed her cheeks together. Several more swats rained down on her in quick succession and she held her breath as the familiar warmth spread over her bottom.
“Open wider for me, pet.”
Oh, no. She hated when he struck directly on her pussy or clit. Knowing it would only be worse if she didn’t respond quickly, she angled her left leg toward his knee, exposing herself to him fully.
“Oh, mio Dio!” His hand struck directly on her clit and she jerked, trying to avoid the next blow.Swat! No such luck. Tears ran down her nose. The release of tension as he continued to spank her left her sobbing, then the familiar euphoria she’d come to experience left her floating. Bliss.
The paddle landed on her left cheek and surprised her, stinging her sore skin and bringing her back to the present with a vengeance. How long had she zoned out?
The pain burning in her butt caused her to clench her cheeks, which only made the fire burn even hotter. New tears flowed.
Cool air blew over her burning cheeks; Marc was finished with the spanking. His cool breath only caused gooseflesh to break out, increasing her pain level. He knew it, too. She jumped as the cold aloe he used after spanking her made contact with her sore ass, but soon it helped take the sting away.
His hand stroked her back in a soothing manner as he waited for the ointment to dry. She hiccupped.
“Shhh, pet.” Marc helped her off his lap and she went into his arms as he sat her on his lap and enfolded her in his arms. Her butt stung, but she only wanted to be held. He stroked her hair and she laid her head against his shoulder, accepting his gentle ministrations.
“You’re mine, pet.”

Marc & Angelina’s Christmas Play Scene – Kallypso Masters

Okay I woke up to this in my news feed this morning! I LOVE these!!!! She couldn’t post the link to her Blog because it was restricted or some reason and I had the same issue so here it is. (pretty much copied and pasted it from her site! So that I can post and share on FB)….


I hope the holiday season is going well for everyone and that you have given and received many blessings. May the New Year bring many more!
As I promised my friends on Facebook and at my recent book signing in New York City, here’s a bonus scene for you with Marc and Angelina that won’t appear in any of the books in the Rescue Me series. Those who are up to date with the series know that Marc and Angelina came together in Nobody’s Angel (Rescue Me #2) and ended with a Happy For Now after their first week together. Several months later, they’re long-overdue for Happily Ever After, but those who have read Nobody’s Perfect (Rescue Me #4) know Marc is going through a bit of a crisis. The heart of the problem will be revealed in Somebody’s Angel (Rescue Me #5, due out in sometime in 2013), but the bonus vignette below takes place on Christmas Day of last year, before the disastrous New Year’s weekend in Aspen. They’re both very much in love and oh so compatible in the bedroom—and the playroom.
Of course, I can’t continue their story in the next book on such a blissfully happy scene. Still, I wanted to share it with you as my gift for your ongoing patience. Writing this scene also has stoked the fire for me to start working in earnest on Somebody’s Angel in the next week or so. (First I have to get Nobody’s Perfect in paperback form, along with the first three books in the series which went into paperback versions earlier this month. And in my next blog, I hope to share some photos and stories from my paperback launch reception during my mini vacation with my daughter to New York City before Christmas. I’ll post some buy links below for the paperbacks, which are only available online at CreateSpace and Amazon right now.)
But first, Marc and Angelina… (Please excuse typos and incorrect word choices—but I need to hit the road this afternoon to get home to hubby and I have lots of packing to do!). 
This scene takes place after they have visited Damián’s apartment with a special delivery for Marisol, as depicted in Nobody’s Perfect.
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Marc’s Christmas Scene for Angelina 

Angelina removed Marc’s sexy elf hat and ran her fingers through his hair as his Porsche tore down the highway toward Aspen Corners. She hoped they wouldn’t be too late, but knew Mama wouldn’t start serving dinner until they arrived. She just didn’t tell Marc that. Let him think he might miss out on some of Mama’s fantastic cooking.


Her mind turned to what had made them late. “What do you think that was all about with Savi?” Seeing Damián’s friend freaking out over the kitten two hours ago had her worried. She hoped they’d done the right thing in bringing the rescued kitten to Marisol for Christmas this morning. Damián said he liked the idea, anyway. His being allergic to little Boots made her doubly worried.


Marc squeezed her hand. “She appeared to have some kind of flashback, but Damián’s had enough of them to know what to do. Don’t worry, cara.”


She nodded. It was ironic that Damián would find a lady with PTSD issues, too. “She seems really nice, and Marisol is adorable. I can see why Damián’s so smitten with them both.”


“I just hope Savi doesn’t re-injure that rib. She scared me this morning when she jumped up and ran.”


Angelina leaned over the console and pressed a kiss against Marc’s cheek.


“What was that for?”


“For caring so much, even about a near stranger. You’re a good man, Marc D’Alessio.”


Marc kept his gaze on the road ahead. “I think you’re biased, Amore.”


“Maybe. I’m in love, too. But if you weren’t so wonderful, then I wouldn’t be biased orin love.”


His smile told her she hadn’t freaked him out telling him she loved him, not like it used to do anyway. The two rode on in companionable silence. As they came through the last pass, she glanced at the road leading to Cassie’s cabin and wondered what the woman planned to do for Christmas. Maybe she should have invited her to join the Giardano gathering, but Cassie would almost certainly have declined, especially with all Angelina’s brothers there in full force. She was such a sweet girl. Too bad she kept herself closed off from everyone the way she did. Everyone but Karla and, by association, now Angelina to a slight degree.


Snow clouds hovered over the mountain peaks to the right. She wondered how much accumulation there would be today and tonight, hoping it wouldn’t be enough to impede travel. She and Marc wanted to get back to Denver tonight. He said he had a special Christmas scene planned for her up in their playroom. She couldn’t wait.


But wait she would, because Marc loved to make her squirm with anticipation. She was getting better at not peppering him with a dozen questions, because she knew he wouldn’t tell her anything. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder.


“So, is my Christmas scene going to involve a certain jolly old elf?”


He reached over and pinched her.




“Who are you calling old?”


She rubbed her thigh. “I meant Santa Claus, you big oaf.”


He chuckled.” After playing the elf today, I naturally assumed you meant me.”


“Well, of course I expect it to include you. Hmmm, maybe a threesome.”


Marc’s face grew serious. “I don’t share you with anyone. Not anymore.”


There had been a time when he’d practically thrown her at Luke. She remembered the time with the three of them on her sofa, too, not that Marc had done anymore more than restrain her with his body for Luke’s pleasure. Okay, her pleasure, too. But she knew Luke wasn’t the right man for her. She was destined to love Marc for the rest of her life.


“Now I wonder what an elf might use on a naughty little sub?” She tapped her chin as she pretended to think about it, hoping he’d divulge something, but he remained silent. “I’ve heard some elves can get quite creative with candy canes.”


“How did you…I mean, we’ll see. You know I’m not going to tell you.”


Oh, but that was a tell! So, he planned to use a candy cane. She read once that they made for an incredible sensation when inserted into a pussy. Is that what he had in mind? She remembered the time he’d put minty toothpaste on her clit. Would a minty candy stick burn as much? Would he use one of those great bit ones?


Angelina flushed at the thought. Mio Dio, she wanted to get back home as soon as they could.


Moments later Marc pulled into her Mama’s driveway, putting all thoughts of their upcoming playtime on the back burner for a while. Her youngest brother Tony came outside the house wearing a red and blue ski sweater. He shook Marc’s hand. The two tolerated each other, but until there was a ring on her finger, Tony was going to ride Marc’s ass to make an honest woman of her and not expect him to be a forever kind of guy.


Tony gave Angelina a crushing hug. “Merry Christmas, baby.”


“Stop calling me baby.”


He released her and tweaked her nose. “Not a chance.” Marc opened the trunk.


Tony let her go. “Need any help carrying things inside?”


Soon the three of them were loaded down with presents as well as the dishes Angelina had offered to bring for today’s feast, including some of her favorite anise-flavored Italian cookies. She hoped Marc would enjoy them.


The next couple hours were filled with food and laughter around the table. When her brothers went to the family room to gather around the TV set to watch a bowl game, Marc surprised her by staying with her and Mama to help clear the table.


“Don’t you want to watch football?”


“I love football—just not the American version.”


Ah, so her Italian stud had brought with him a love of soccer from the old country. Angelina actually enjoyed watching the World Cup much more than a bowl game. One more thing they were compatible in. She’d never dreamed she’d meet someone so perfect for her. Especially not a Dom, after she’d sworn off BDSM altogether with the disastrous introduction she’s had with Allen Martin.


Marc set the silverware in the sink and turned to her. “What was that thought?”


Angelina looked over at Marc. She hadn’t even realized he’d been watching her. But he always seemed to be attentive and knew her every thought sometimes. Or at least knew the emotion behind it based on what he read on her expressive face.


“Nothing. Just thankful to have found you. That’s all.”


“Ah, but I found you first.”


“Yeah, well, I was trying to block that out of my memory, so it took me a while to realize you had rescued me at the club. I found you at Rico’s, though. It helped that I wasn’t in subspace. I remember that more clearly.”


He reached out to pinch her nipple and she turned quickly to make sure Mama hadn’t seen, but she was walking back toward the dining room to gather more items. Angelina tried to brush his hand aside anyway, but he just squeezed harder.


“Ow. What was that for?”


“To remind you that, even though you have no cognizant memory of our first time together, your body retains the feeling memory of that time.”


Her clit zinged as she remembered how he’d reached inside the subbie blanket and he’d brought her off with just a touch.


Marc smiled. “See? You do remember.”


Her face grew flushed and he gave her nipple one more pinch before letting her go. “Here, Mrs. Giardano, let me take those.” Angelina fanned herself as Marc went to retrieve whatever Mama held and carried a stack of scraped plates to the sink.


Tonight couldn’t come fast enough. And neither could she.

Angelina nude

Marc checked to make sure the red satin sash was securely fastened over Angelina’s eyes before he opened the door to the playroom. He’d let her take a look at the way he’d decorated the room later, but she’d peppered him with so many questions on the way home, he thought it best she remain in suspense a while longer. When would she learn that a little anticipation was good for her—and him? He’d have her howling tonight—a number of times.


With an arm around her waist between her back and her cuffed hands, he led her toward the spanking horse. They hadn’t played on this particular piece of equipment before. He’d continue to work with her on the St. Andrew’s cross and was confident he’d replaced all the bad memories of that apparatus with much more pleasant ones.


But tonight, he wanted to see her ass red and her pussy weeping for him in readiness.Dio, he’d missed being able to touch her today. Judging by the way she’d stroked his thigh and eventually his cock on the drive back, she was ready, too. Good thing he’d pulled over to the emergency lane before he wrecked the Porsche. He’d ordered her to give him a blow job before he’d been able to continue the rest of the three-hour drive home. Merda, the woman’s hands—and mouth—did something to him that made it hard to concentrate. Watching her deep throat him made him hard as a rock now.


But tonight was his gift to her—at first, anyway. When they reached the horse, he halted her. He released the clamp on the padded leather cuffs he’d restrained her with down in the bedroom.


“Use your hands to separate your tits for me.” She did so. He wanted to see one tit on each side of the bar, her nipples easily accessible to him. Dio, he loved her big tits.


“There are kneelers just in front of your feet. Stand on them.” The toe of her shoe bumped into the left one before she raised her mule-encased foot onto the velvet pad. She soon had her other foot on its pad. The shoes had a three-inch heel, which was about as much as he wanted to see her in. She was none too steady in anything higher anyway.


“Good girl.” He placed one hand on her abdomen and the other between her shoulder blades and applied slight pressure to her back. “Now, bend over.”


Her hesitation barely noticeable, she leaned forward, trusting him not to let her fall as he guided her into position on the center beam of the spanking horse. The joint of her hips was right at the edge, just where he wanted her. When he’d set up the equipment, he’d adjusted the arms of the horse to where he thought her arms would be. Perfect fit. He knew her body so well after the last few months. Not nearly as well as he wanted to learn it in the months and years to come.


“You can release your tits and stretch out your arms as if on a cross.” She’d seen this piece of equipment before and stretched out onto the padded arm rests in perfect position. “Good girl.” He saw a smile on her lips, then moved to the head of the apparatus and took her head between his hands, guiding her forehead onto the padded cushion and making sure her face was positioned properly inside the hole. He then strapped her waist to the center bar.


“Nod if you can breathe comfortably.”


She nodded. He’d instructed her that she was not to make a sound unless given permission or to count the blows. Keeping her from being so vocal was an area of discipline in which they still had a lot of work to do, especially when she was ready to come. He loved hearing her express the pleasure of her orgasm, but he also wanted to enjoy her more in public and needed to work on quieting down her responses to being pleasured—a little, at least. Tonight, though, he wanted to hear her scream his name as she came with him buried deep inside her. Not yet, though.


After adjusting the kneepads to make her comfortable—for now—he went to his toy bag and pulled out what he’d be using tonight. He loved sensation play with Angelina. She was so fucking responsive.


Angelina waited. She’d never been on the spanking horse before. The name alone made her wet. She loved being spanked—and Marc was built like a horse. She hoped he’d fill her pussy with every inch tonight. With all the Christmas preparations, they hadn’t really had time for play or even vanilla sex for the last five days. She was primed and ready.


Something soft and fuzzy brushed up her thighs and over the cheeks of her butt. She pictured the heart-shaped paddle he’d used on her several months ago in the great room at the club when he’d begun her training as a sub. But she was his sub now. Forever.


“You know the drill, pet. You’re permitted to speak as you’ve been trained to do.”




The soft paddle came down on her left cheek. “One, Sir. Please may I have another?”Only harder this time. With something other than that wimpy paddle? But she’d behave for now, unless he continued to go easy on her, in which case she’d release the brat inside.


After several more love taps with the fuzzy paddle, Marc’s fingers spread open her shaved lips, exposing her wet pussy and clit to the much cooler air.




“Holy…” She hoped she’d caught herself in time, but the paddle had come down hard on her swollen clit, surprising her. “I mean, four, Sir. M-may I have another?”


“Of course, pet.”


This time, she braced herself for the paddle to her clit again. Instead, she felt Marc’s tongue stroking her clit hood and coaxing the little nubbin to engorge even more. Oh, yes. Keep doing that.




Holy Mother of God! The pain radiated from her pussy to her thighs as the pain of the direct impact onto her exposed clit. What number were they on?


“Five, Sir. Please may I have another?”


No more blows were delivered. Marc rammed what felt like to fingers into her pussy hole and she tried to move toward him, but the belt around her waist and the arm restraints made that impossible. She moaned.




Oh, yeah. He didn’t want to her hear expressing her pleasure this time. She needed to rein in her responses.


He removed his fingers and he nearly groaned with regret before catching herself. The sound of crinkling cellophane filled her ears. Ah, the candy cane. When he pressed the tip against her pussy, she immediately realized this was no tiny cane, but one of those inch-thick sticks it took forever to finish as a kid. He continued to press the stick inside her and she didn’t feel anything at first. What a disappointment.


She heard more cellophane and Marc came up near her face. “Turn toward me.” She did, and he pushed the sash onto her forehead. He was licking the straight end of a smaller candy cane and smiling. He wore his green elf hat from earlier, but looked anything but innocent. There was a wicked gleam in his eye.


“How does your pussy feel?”


She wasn’t sure how much of the stick was inside her, but the image of the other end sticking out of her hole made her clench her vaginal muscles. “Full.” Suddenly, the ring of muscles around her opening began to grow increasingly warm. “Hot now.”


He grinned and stuck the candy cane into his mouth right up to the curve of the stick, coating it with his saliva. He took it out. “Face down.” Just before she averted her eyes, she saw him practically deep- throat the cane again.


His hand spread her clenched butt cheeks, which she’d contracted to keep the now-burning stick from falling out, not that it seemed to be going anywhere.


“Relax your sphincter.”




“Silence, pet, or you’ll be punished for your lack of discipline.”


The tip of the wet candy cane pressed against her asshole and she fought to relax, but the thought of the burning to come made that nearly impossible.




The stinging in her butt cheek told her Marc’s patience wasn’t going to put up with any disobedience, so she relaxed as he’d instructed and felt the smaller peppermint coated candy stick insert into her anus. While not nearly as big as the butt plugs he’d trained her with, the heat of the peppermint oil, already wet from Marc’s mouth, soon heated up her smaller hole.


Don’t scream. Remain quiet for him. Please your Dom.


The litany went on and on. Marc stroked her but cheeks down to her thighs and up again. He pulled the larger cane out, then rammed it inside her very wet pussy again where it bumped against the smaller cane, causing pain to bloom in her ass. She clenched her sphincter tightly around the sugary torture device that had her burning for Marc’s penis. But she knew she wouldn’t receive that Christmas reward for a while, not after she’d gotten him off just a couple hours ago on the ride home. He was satiated for now. She’d learned the man’s endurance was beyond anything imaginable during that first week they’d been together.


Marc pinched her left nipple, causing her to jerk as much as she could, then he clamped it with one of the alligator clips he was fond of using lately. The teeth bit into her flesh, but with the flow of blood cut off, it soon grew numb as he walked around the horse to do the same with the other nipple. She knew the real pain would come later, when he removed the damned things.


He stepped away again and she missed the heat of his body. “Now, where were we?”




Ow! The sting of a leather tawse came down on her right upper thigh. Where indeed? “Um, six, Sir.” She hoped. “May I have another?”


“Very good, pet. Your levels of concentration are improving.”


His words warmed her heart, but not quite as warm as her ass and pussy holes and the residual stinging where he’d smacked her.




“Seven, Sir. Please may I have another?”


He continued with a steadily increasing intensity of blows landing on her butt cheeks as she counted. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-five. She pictured the candy canes bobbing up and down as she flinched and tried to squirm away from the stinging leather. Her cheeks soon were hotter than her candy-filled holes, but the feeling of pain receded. She tried not to moan, but she wanted to come so badly.


Without warning, the larger of the canes was removed. “Turn your head and look at me.”


She did so and looked up at him with love and hoped she’d pleased him. Without smiling he pressed the candy cane against her lips and pressed it inside. The taste of her own juices mixed with the peppermint was very sensual and she closed her eyes as he pressed it further into her mouth.


“I said look at me.”


She complied immediately and he began fucking her face with the stick as she looked up at him. Deeper and deeper the stick went toward the back of her throat. Mio Dio, she couldn’t deep throat a candy stick. It would tear up her throat making it hard for her to take him there for days to come. But she wasn’t going to tell him to stop. During playtime, her body was his to use as he wished. He’d never abused—or disappointed—her yet.


Marc removed the stick before pressing any further. He smiled. “Good girl.”


Relief flooded her. She’d pleased him.


He reached up to unsnap the crotch of his leathers and his cock sprang out. Without having to tell her, she opened her mouth and he soon filled her, going deeper than where he’s stopped with the cane on his very first stroke. His hands held her head in place, as if she was going anywhere, and he pushed himself down her throat. She’d long ago lost the gag reflex, loving to give him head every chance he’d let her, and heard him moan as his cock slid into her tight throat. She wished her hands weren’t restrained so she could play with the curly hairs on his balls, but would have to content herself with this for now. He pinched her nostrils closed and soon she tightened around his cock even more as she tried to gasp for breath. Pressure built in her chest, but he released her and withdrew. She was disappointed that she hadn’t gotten him to come for her.


He walked back down to the juncture of her legs. The coarse hair of his legs stung as they brushed against her tawse-reddened thighs, but she soon forgot the pain as he rammed his cock into her. The smaller cane moved back and forth as he pumped into her, causing her sphincter to go into spasms. She wouldn’t last much longer.


Marc’s finger flicked the hood of her clit and she clenched her teeth. You do not have permission to scream.


Sweat broke out on her forehead, soaking her satin sash, as she fought for self-control. Marc removed the candy cane from her butt hole and reached up to stroke the sides of her breasts.


“Come for me, pet. Loudly.”


He removed both of the tit clamps simultaneously. The pain rushed into her nipples as blood flow was restored.


“Holy shit, that hurts! Oh, Gesu, yes! It hurts so good!”


His finger rubbed her tender nipples as he continued to pumped his rod inside her. The explosion bubbled up. “So close. Come with me, Sir!”


And he did.


I am so excited!! It is finally here the long awaited book 4 of the Rescue Me Series!! I have been waiting and luckly I didn’t start the series until a month ago so it was not too long of a wait for me! She officially has it released but she has let everyone know that there may be some typos still and so if you are one of those people who can not stand to read a book that has some still then to wait a while because she will be checking everyone over again and correcting any issues that come up and will be updating them on the sites.

I will be starting this one TOMORROW!!! I am beyond excited. Now I just need Sam’s story in the Masters of the Shadowlands and I can be a happy girl!!!! 😉

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Rescue Me Series by Kallypso Masters

Oh how I love a man in uniform and a Marine of all! My husband was a Marine for 8 years so I have a soft spot in my heart for them. 😉 but then add some BDSM to the mix and you got a GREAT set of books!!! The books are great and I love everything about them. They touch on a lot of different subjects there is the loss of a family member to an accident and to the war in Iraq; along with the loss of a spouse due to cancer. There is also incest and rape with father/daughter relationship. I understand that it is a hard topic for some to read. I know on one issue in the 3rd book it doesn’t go into detail on what had happened with one part but the 4th book is not out just yet so I am not sure how much in detail it will get into. But I do HOPE that does not cause people to not bother trying to get into the series it is a GREAT series!

A group of guys in the Marine Corps (one is a Corpsman so Navy but put in with the Marines as the Doc) get close and decide to open up a kink club together. Adam retires from the Marine Corps and Damian and Marc are medically discharged. So they go to Colorado and open up this club together. And oh what fun it is to read about their experiances!

1) Masters at Arms (prequal to the series intro to the characters and a little back story and how they get together)

2) Nobody’s Angel (Marc’s Story)

3) Nobody’s Hero (Adam’s Story)

4) Nobody’s Perfect (Damian’s Story)

5) Somebody’s Angel (Continuation on Marc)

6) Nobody’s Dream (Luke’s Story TBA)

7) Nobody’s Home (Grant’s Story TBA)

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My Thoughts On:

Masters at Arms

Nobody’s Angel

Nobody’s Hero

Nobody’s Perfect

Giveaway (just wanted to share it)

I was doing some reading and have gotten into Kallypso Masters Rescue Me series and I have to say that I LOVE them! I had went a little while with a little break from the BDSM but have to say that I didnt notice I missed it until I started to read this series! The first book Masters At Arms is still free on amazon it isnt a complete book it is just the intro to the three guys that are in the next three books and their back stories. The loss they have experianced and how they are connected. Adam, Damian, and Marc. (she is going to be adding two other books along with the 3 guys there is Luke’s story and Grant’s story) I cant wait for Grant’s story I havent read any books with a Domme yet that is real good and I wanted more. I know for the most part I am more drawn to the Dom/Sub realationships and even Sadist/Masocist but I have been wanting a GOOD Domme/Sub story! But her’s will be much later.

  1. Book1… Masters At Arms (its free on amazon right now) —————->> (Intro to Adam, Damian and Marc) 2011
  2. Book2… Nobody’s Angel ———> (Marc’s Story) 2011
  3. Book3…Nobody’s Hero ———–> (Adam’s Story) 2011
  4. Book4…Nobody’s Perfect ——–> (Damian’s Story)should be late Aug 2012 (no exact date yet)
  5. Book5…Nobody’s Dream ———> (Luke’s Story) 2012 (no set date)
  6. Book6…Nobody’s Home ———-> (Grant’s Story) 2012 (no set date)

I cant wait to get finished up with Adam’s story but I know that there will be tears when I get towards the ending like with Marc’s story I did tear up a few times towards the ending. And after reading the Intro to the three guys I will be needing tissue with Damian’s story. I know it will be intense to say the least.
Anywhoo here is a link that I had found with some info for Nobody’s Perfect and they are also going to be doing a giveaway of the book once it comes out.