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/Blog. As 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.“Enough.”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.”“But…”“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.Smack!Not expecting the spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.Smack!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.Swat!“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.Whack!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?Whack!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.”Mine.