REPLAY REUNION 1:

NAUGHTY NEW YEAR

by

Nia Farrell

REPLAY REUNION 1: NAUGHTY NEW YEAR

by Nia Farrell

Copyright 2017 by Nia Farrell

Edited by Anita Quick and Anne Bright

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Stock Photography from pixabay.com

Formatting by Anita Quick

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Release Date January 1, 2018

Length 6,218 words

ASIN: B077MMRBVP

Long Branch Books

Shattuc, Illinois

Dedication

To my siblings, for the hours of board games that we played as children and the card games we still play as adults.

~ Nia

Author’s Note

This is the first in a series of short stories that reunite characters from the Replay Series of BDSM erotic romance novellas.  While “Naughty New Year” is written as a standalone, your enjoyment will be enhanced if you have read Replay Books 1-8.

Each year in the Replay Reunion series will feature a different holiday.  Look for a special Valentine celebration in 2019.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Author’s Bio and Links

Previous Titles

Chapter One

Sunday, 31 December 2017

“Breathe, princess.”

Piers St. Leger pressed a kiss against the base of his wife’s neck and nipped it playfully with his teeth.  “There is no need to be nervous.  We shall be amongst family and friends, but you shall outshine them all.  Leather corsets become you, my dear.”

Hers was cut below her bust, underscoring and framing her ample cleavage.  Admirably enlarged during pregnancy, her bosom had been kept enhanced by breastfeeding their daughter.

Eleanor wore a blouse made in a style that was period-correct, except that hers was made of fabric so thin, her nipples were clearly visible.  A pair of aviator goggles served as a headband for her wealth of copper hair.  Thigh-high buckled boots and the barest of shorts beneath an open-front layered skirt completed her costume.

This year’s New Year’s Eve party would christen Replay One’s latest expansion, The Steamroom, where future Iron Domination Steampunk weekends would be held.

Radically different than the other historically-themed play spaces, The Steamroom was comprised of a Grand Hall (a large, combination ballroom and banquet hall), flanked by a warren of rooms that were inspired by a board game, from the cellar to the conservatory, the only play space in the main building with actual exterior windows.  Since its completion, the conservatory had quickly become a staff favorite for their break times, lunches, and the occasional tryst.

He smiled, remembering its christening.

Eleanor shivered beneath his touch.  A riot of gooseflesh rippled from where his teeth had been.  “I know,” she sighed.  “At least Adrienne is settled for the night.  Mrs. Hammersmith says that she ran her ragged today.”

“I believe that our little Valentine keeps Nanny running most days, early walker that she is.  Once she found her feet, there was no stopping her.  Now, if you are finished?  Alex, Dmitry, and Lara have already gone.  Sir Josef was looking forward to sharing a table and conversing with them, after hearing that German was their common language.  Luc and Aubrey are still learning and far from fluent.”

She caught his hand and bowed her head to press a kiss on its back.  “I am ready, Milord.”

“Then let us depart,” he rumbled, casting a quick glance at his own reflection in the full-length mirror.  Wardrobe Mistress Jewell Fraser had outdone herself again.  He looked every inch the Victorian gentleman, from his frock coat to the silver-handled walking stick waiting by the door.  In a marked departure from period-correct, he wore buckled leather gaiters that reached to his knees and an unusual top hat with aviator goggles encircling its base.  He had drawn the line at wearing makeup.  Eleanor, however, looked ravishing in hers.

He chose to drive tonight, rather than take the Replay limo.  Their home was situated on property adjacent to the resort.  If need be, they could always arrange a ride at the evening’s end.

It took only ten minutes from the time they walked out the door to when they stepped from the car beneath the covered entrance and handed off the keys to valet parking.

Piers was pleased to see that nearly all of tonight’s guests were already here.  About half of those were in costume.  The rest were finishing up in wardrobe, being prepared for fantasy play.

Most of them had driven in.  Many would stay the night, either in one of the resort’s suites or in private playrooms.  This was the third New Year’s celebration since Replay had opened in December of 2014.  Each year’s party was bigger and better than the last.

He had hired the local French restaurant Chez Cuisine to cater the party as a break for his culinary staff, who typically worked nonstop during events.  Certain members of the wardrobe department did as well.  It was a rare treat for them to observe scenes.  Tonight’s party would provide an opportunity for some of them to actually participate.

His choice of caterer was a simple decision compared to some of the details for tonight’s affair.  The owners of Chez Cuisine were well aware of Aubrey Wolfe’s life-threatening allergies and had prepared a menu of offerings that everyone could safely enjoy.  The buffet was set up on the far end of The Steamroom’s Grand Hall.  A bar with a two-libation limit and unlimited nonalcoholic offerings occupied the other.  Two-thirds of the space between held dining tables ringed with chairs.  The rest of the floor had been left open for dancing.

Hiring the musicians had proven the most troublesome aspect when planning the event.  Everyone had an opinion on their favorite music and performers, including his wife.  In the end, he had decided to secure the chamber orchestra that had played at their wedding reception—although Eleanor did not know it as yet.  It was the first of several surprises that he hoped to delight her with this evening.

When it came to the question of seating, he had opted to keep it simple and leave the tables unassigned.  He hoped that the lack of place cards might encourage attendees to mix things up a bit, swapping seats—as well as partners—once the play began.

Piers released Eleanor to visit with the submissives who were clustered near the conservatory entrance whilst he made his rounds.  The buffet was exactly as promised, well-staffed, with offerings beautifully presented in serving vessels that were in keeping with the theme of the room.

The large space was decorated in somber tones, its walls serving as a backdrop for the original art pieces and fixtures that adorned them.  The custom-made chandeliers and wall sconces, crafted in Steampunk style, looked like they had graced the set of a Tim Burton film.  The most eye-catching feature was the giant, mechanized clock built into one end, its gears plainly visible, with additional, intricate mechanisms that worked independently from those driving the hands around the dial.  It was an inspired work of art, both abstractly innovative and properly functional.

Perfect for counting down the New Year.

He visited the bar and brought two glasses of wine to the table where Master Sorin and his submissive, actress Ashley Slade, were seated, both of them dressed in Steampunk attire.  “May Eleanor and I join you?” he asked.

“Of course,” the Romanian Dominant answered.  “Please.  Sit.”

Piers placed both glasses on the table, securing the seat next to Miss Slade for Eleanor, who had befriended and counseled the young actress when her back injury required bed rest and physical therapies before she could fly home from Cinema Classics weekend, held at the end of October.  His wife had found Miss Slade to be very mature for her age, and gracious despite the pain she was enduring.

Master Sorin eyed the wine and asked Miss Slade if she wanted anything from the bar.  “Sparkling water or juice, please, if they have it.  You know….”

He seemed to, from the intimate look that the couple exchanged.  The two of them had bonded the weekend that she was here.  Master Sorin had been her guide through scenes on both the SSC and the RACK sides of the resort.  Still, it came as a surprise when he had responded to the New Year’s party’s RSVP a second time, naming her as his plus one.  Before, he seemed loathe to risk association with the celebrity.  Teaching medicine required that he keep hidden this aspect of his life.  There was no way that he could be seen with the actress and maintain his anonymity.  Sooner or later, his secrets were bound to come out.

Piers glanced across the room, met his wife’s gaze, and lifted his glass in a silent invitation.  He smiled, pleased that she had been keeping her beautiful pewter eyes on him while playing hostess.  Now that he had claimed their seats, she excused herself from the other submissives and made her way to their table, the light catching in her copper hair, her long legs flashing beneath the opened front of her layered skirt.

She nodded politely to their table partners when he pulled out her chair and seated her.  She had known next to nothing about BDSM when first they met, but she had learned very quickly.  He took pride in her as his submissive.  She observed protocol whether they were alone in a private playroom or their home Dungeon, or here, in the company of others in the lifestyle.

As her Dominant, it was his duty to keep her safe.  As her husband, he wanted to make certain that she enjoyed her rare evening away from their ten-and-a-half-month-old daughter.  Before they left, Eleanor had made certain that Nanny had more than enough bottles of breast milk until they came home.

Piers knew that Eleanor would wish to speak to Miss Slade.  It would prove a long evening if Master Sorin were the type of Dominant who refused to let his submissive interact with others.  Fortunately, Master Sorin and he were in agreement.  Both men gave permission for their submissives to speak to each other in the course of the evening.  For now, the women were content to sip their drinks and take everything in, from the room to the fantasy play clothing worn by the celebrants.

Soon after they were seated, music began to play, piped in from another room where the orchestra was performing.  Another innovation, it allowed non-vetted musicians to contribute to scenes being performed by vetted patrons and staff.

Recognizing the opening strains, Eleanor looked at him, delight shining in her eyes.  “Is that…?”

He smiled and kissed her hand.  “It is,” he hummed.  “It has been a remarkable year.  I wanted to make the end as memorable as the beginning.”

On January 1, they had been living together for a year.  Eleanor had had a difficult pregnancy and was obeying orders to rest in bed.  He had made a brief appearance at the New Year’s party, returned to his bride, stripped her naked, and proceeded to bind her in her favorite rope.  Of all the kinbaku sessions they’d done whilst she was enceinte, the photographs he’d taken that night were amongst their favorites.

“Thank you,” she said.  “As much as I’d like to forget the worst parts of my pregnancy, I’ll always remember our New Year.  And Adrienne, making her presence known.”

“Yes.” 

Miss Slade sought to be subtle, but their exchange had made her curious.  Seeing Miss Slade’s look of interest, he responded to include the other couple in the conversation.  “I had bound Eleanor in intricately knotted rope that framed her breasts and gravid belly.  I was taking photographs, to go with our growing collection of pregnancy bondage images, when this tiny foot pressed against her abdomen, hard enough to see the perfect outlines of a heel, sole, arch, and toes.  We have an enlarged print on our bedroom wall.”

It was one of those that they’d also selected for their coffee table book, Honour Bound.  The choice of pictures was proving easier than writing the text.  It would be their ongoing work in progress for months to come.

Miss Slade grew misty-eyed and drank deeply from her goblet.

Master Sorin waited until she had finished to suggest that they visit the buffet.  Some attendees were nearly done eating.  Others were just bringing plates to their tables.

Once the other couple had gone, Piers turned to his wife.  “Shall we follow them, my dear?  Although food will be available all night, we’ll want to finish dinner before the scenes begin.”

She smiled and nodded.  “Yes, Milord.  As you wish.”

Master Sorin and Miss Slade were just leaving the buffet line when he and Eleanor slipped into it.  His wife was delighted to see escargots à la Bourguignonne amidst the other offerings.  The dish combined both the garlic and snails that she had craved during her pregnancy and still enjoyed immensely.  Like his choice of orchestra, it was another surprise for her, with more yet to come.

Replay’s head of security, Marcus Vos, his submissive Gini Shelton, and his PTSD service dog Rex were behind them in line.  Sensitive to having a celebrity in their midst, Piers invited the other couple to join them, completing their table’s complement of six.

Having gone through the line, they carried their plates back, rejoining Master Sorin and Miss Slade.  As before, Eleanor sat by Miss Slade, providing a welcome buffer, or so he’d thought.  But the longer they sat, the paler Miss Slade looked.  Pushing back from the table, she covered her mouth with a napkin balled in her fist and practically ran out the door in her haste.

Master Sorin was quick to rise.  “I’m sorry.  She has a sensitive stomach these days.”  With that, he followed her.

Piers patted Eleanor’s hand.  “He’ll see that she’s all right.  He is a doctor, after all.”

Eleanor looked at her plate, laden with garlicky snails and crusty French bread to sop the flavored butter.  She bit her lip and turned her puzzled gaze to meet his.  “She was fine until I sat down.”  She looked away, her expression shifting as she reviewed the facts and puzzle pieces started falling into place.

She blinked and snapped her gaze back to meet his.  “The smell…do you think…?”

Piers was certain that her thoughts dovetailed his.

“Sir Marcus,” he said smoothly, taking their napkins and putting them in his pocket, “we shall rejoin you shortly.  Princess, bring your plate, flatware, and wine.”

Gathering their dinners, he and Eleanor headed for the conservatory.

Chapter Two

Elly set her plate and goblet on the glass-topped wicker table and took the seat that her husband held for her.

“I think she’s pregnant,” she blurted.  “I’m sorry the snails made her sick, but…oh, Piers, what will they do?  It’s only a matter of time before he’s stalked, too, and followed here.  And then—”

Replay would be making the news again, and not just local.

Piers offered a reassuring smile.  “I have an idea, my dear, that I wish to discuss with Master Sorin.  The resort has expanded to the point, I believe that I can justify adding a physician to the resort staff.  He would mostly screen prospective patrons for medical clearance, but he would need to be available for in-room calls as well.  While Dr. Powell agreed to see patrons of the resort in her office, she is less comfortable when called to attend them here.  Having Master Sorin—Dr. Moldovan—on staff seems an ideal solution.  Any reporters following him here would simply be following him to work.  Miss Slade can justify her trips as research.  Were her interest in BDSM to be discovered, I doubt that she would be denied roles because of it.  His job is the one in peril.  For all of his stern exterior, his heart proved too tender for him to practice in a hospital setting.  He teaches medicine now, but he has retained his medical license.  This would allow him to use it to its fullest.  I do not think it will take much to persuade him to join us.”

Piers took the napkins from his pocket and handed her one.

She smiled at her husband.  “How did I get so lucky, to land such a tall, dark, handsome, brilliant, and Dominant man?”

He sat a bit straighter, but his brilliant blue gaze took on a familiar lambent quality.

Elly took a sip of wine to cool her rising ardor.  The last time that he’d brought her here, he had taken her on the chaise longue, a night made all the more beautiful by the moon and stars overhead, visible through the glass ceiling and walls.

“I agree with you, Piers.  I’ve counseled people in similar situations, looking for options when their current jobs became too stressful or proved untenable for any number of reasons.  There’s a very good chance that Sebastian will say yes to your proposal…if he stays.”  Elly smoothed the linen over her lap.  “Ashley is West Coast.  Replay is East.  To be together, they’ll have to choose.”

“Indeed.  And you and Sir Josef will be here to counsel them, should they need to talk.  Now, come.  Eat, before your food grows any colder.”

The moon was nearly full tonight, and the sky was clear.  The ambient lighting in the conservatory made it harder to see the stars, but it enhanced the inner beauty of the space.  The stained concrete floor mimicked flagstones but the illusion of texture was far easier to clean.  Potted trees and plants formed a maze of pathways.  A mix of wicker, wood, and metal furniture was scattered throughout.

Piers had built the entire Steamroom complex just for her, inspired by the books that she enjoyed as an adult and the game that she had loved when she was younger.

It was the first time that she had been included in a project from the initial concept to the completed design.  She’d thought that cutting back her hours of counseling at the community resource center would allow more time with Adrienne.  Instead, she’d found herself working with Piers and loving every minute of it.

The man was a visionary.  A genius, really.  And so very humble, considering his gifts.  He’d taken a dream and turned it into reality.  Every weekend, he made fantasies come true.

If she could be certain that she wouldn’t add to any guilt or embarrassment that Ashley might be feeling, she’d slide from her chair, crawl over to her husband, and show her appreciation.  Later, she promised herself.  Their first obligation was to others.  And denying herself now would only heighten her pleasure later.

She finished her snails and sipped at her wine, watching Piers eat.  For so large a man, he was incredibly graceful.  He had nearly finished when the orchestra began playing the song that they’d first danced to, dressed as the White Queen and King in Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland.

“I am sorry.”  He sighed.  “I expected us to be finished inside and ready to dance, if we were not already.”

“Oh, no!  Don’t be sorry.  It’s fine, Piers.  Really.  This whole night.  This place.  The food.  The wine.  The music.  Everything is perfect—or will be, if we can get Ashley’s stomach settled.  Maybe some clear soda, or crackers.  I went through boxes of saltines and graham crackers with Adrienne.”

“Indeed.”  At least he was able to smile about it now.  At the time, he’d been extremely concerned, and rightly so.  “Hopefully, next time will be better.”

“Hopefully,” she agreed.  “With Adrienne, the only thing easy was the delivery.  Two hours, and there she was.”

Piers dropped his gaze.  “The doctor said that your hips were made for birthing babies.”

He put his napkin on the table.  Rose.  Stalked over to her like a large jungle cat, took hold of her chair, and turned it to face him.  Kneeling, he slid his hands down her thighs and spread her legs, opening her, letting him smell the musk of her arousal. 

“So responsive,” he crooned, cupping her sex and feeling how wet he’d made her.  “But these are in the way of enjoying my dessert.  Knickers off, princess.”

Reaching, Elly unfastened her shorts and slid them down, past her hips to her knees.  Piers took over, pulling them down to her ankles, then tossing them to one side.

He hooked his arms beneath her legs and lifted them over his shoulders, his heated gaze fastened on her pussy.  Dipping his head, he licked her seam from back to front, again and again, each stroke feeding her arousal, making her labia thicken and her opening grow wetter.  He circled her most sensitive point with the flat of his tongue, then the tip, tasting it, teasing it.  Coaxing her clit from its hood, he lavished it with attention until it felt as engorged as it had ever been.

She clutched the arms of her chair and held on for the ride.

Wherever they were going, he seemed in no hurry to get there.  He took his time, stimulating her outside before making his way inside.  He fucked her with his tongue, occasionally lashing her clit.  Only when she was on the brink of an endless orgasm did he fasten his mouth over her and bind them together. 

The sweet, searing suction ripped a climax from her.  She gushed on his face.  He lapped at her juices, drinking them up and savoring them like the finest wine.

When her body’s contractions had quieted, he kissed her mons and slid her legs off his shoulders.  “Until later,” he rumbled, a world of promise in his voice.

While Piers arranged for their play space to be cleaned and their makeshift table bussed, Elly visited the bar and returned to their table in the Grand Hall.  Looking better, Ashley was visibly relieved to see that the only thing she carried was a goblet.

“Sparkling grape juice,” she told her.  “With Adrienne still nursing, one glass of wine is my limit.  The red is richer, but the white is very nice.  Early in my pregnancy, I could drink it if I mixed it with clear soda.”

Ashley slid a look at Master Sorin.  “Would you mind?” she asked him.  “Maybe try the mix?  Thank you.”

Master Sorin stroked her cheek and headed for the bar, a Dominant on a mission.  Watching his commanding walk, Ashley sighed dreamily.  “If you haven’t already guessed, I came home from Cinema Classics weekend with a bit more than research material.  According to the internet calculator, we’re due the third of August.”

“Congratulations!” Elly exclaimed.  “I love it!  One more baby to add to our increasing numbers.  The oldest is seven today.  Her parents and aunts will join us when they can.  Do you remember Sir Micheil and Regina Wright?  She was the dragon for Bringing Up Baby.”

Ashley smiled.  “Who could forget the most exotic creature at pet play?  And his accent—not that I’d trade, mind you, but a Scottish burr and a man in a kilt is a close second to a Romanian vampire Dom.  I’ll never tell him that, though.  He’s a bit territorial.”

“A bit,” Elly agreed.  “But he’ll never hear it from me.  My psychologist’s lips are sealed.”

“Thank you.  You don’t know how much that means, to come to a place and not have to worry about tomorrow’s tabloid headlines.  Of course, nondisclosure agreements are only as good as the people who sign them.  I’m assuming that breaches of contracts are rare at Replay.”

“Indeed.  They have never been an issue.”  Sir Piers set a basket of mixed crackers on the table, pulled out his chair, and seated himself between Elly and Gini.  “People value what they pay for.  Their membership would be terminated immediately, and no refunds would be given.  Thus far, the threat of loss has proven detriment enough.  For people in the lifestyle, Replay offers a play space like nowhere else in the world.”

“And it just gets better,” Ashley said, her eyes taking in the room.  “This is amazing.”

Master Sorin returned with what appeared to be two identical glasses and set them on the table.

“Here, dragă.  Remember, small sips.  If it stays down, in a little while, you can try a cracker.”

“Thank you, Master.”  Ashley tipped her goblet and held her breath, releasing it only when she realized that her stomach wasn’t going to reject it.  “Well, that’s something.  I’ll try again in a bit.  Thanks for the tip, Elly.”

The next song started.  A tango.  Marcus Vos looked at his submissive Gini.  “Dance with me.”  It was less a request and more of a command, one that she seemed happy to obey.  Helping her from her seat, he ordered his PTSD service dog, Rex, to stay and led Gini onto the dance floor.

“We shall dance in time, my dear,” Sir Piers murmured in her ear.  “Might I have the next waltz?”

Elly smiled demurely.  “You may, Sir.”

The song had ended and Marcus and Gini were reseating themselves when Rowena MacDonald’s alter ego, erotic blogger Regina Wright, found them.  “We’re here, Gini!  We finally got Alexis in bed, so we could leave the sitter and bring the rest of the party with us!”

Piers performed the introductions, using the names the couples went by when they played at the resort.  “Miss Slade, this is Sir Micheil and his wife, Regina; Regina’s sister Sabrina and her husband, Sir Gunnar; and Sir Micheil’s sister Jannet and her Dominant, Sir Ian.  Sir Ian is the architect responsible for virtually all of Replay, including this latest expansion.  He has a gift for bringing visions to life.”

Master Sorin and Ashley exchanged a telling look.  Elly would bet that they were already shopping for homes nearby.  With a new construction, they’d still need somewhere to live until it was completed.  Rowena’s old cottage would be too small, even if she agreed to rent it.  Right now, the MacDonalds kept it for guests.

“There are a few tables still open,” Gini told Rowena.  “Seating for six.  Three couples or two ménages.  Sir Piers thinks of everything.”

“Aye, that he does,” Sir Micheil agreed.  “Weel, lass.  Let us find seats, then we can take a turn aboot the dance floor and show Ian and Jannet how it’s done.”

“As if.”  Sir Ian shook his dark head.  “Be careful, or you’ll find yourself in a dance-off, and there can be only one winner.”

“And that would be Jannet,” Sir Micheil said.  “There’s none here better.”

Sir Piers cocked his head, listening to the opening strains of the next piece.  He turned his gaze full-force on Elly.  “I beg to differ,” he said.  “Come, princess.  I’m claiming my waltz.”

Chapter Three

Piers took her by the hand and led her onto the dance floor.  Opening his arms, he created the frame that she stepped into.

A perfect fit.

The others might excel at other dance forms, but Piers was the master of the waltz.  Elly followed where he led, first on the floor, then away from it, not stopping until they reached their favorite chaise longue in the conservatory.

“Sir, what are we doing?”

He cocked an aristocratic brow.  “I don’t know if you realize it, but you have a slight problem, my dear.”

His gaze fastened on her breasts.  Above her leather corset, the thin lawn cloth of her blouse was wet with breast milk.

“I thought that I would offer my services.  A temporary fix, until you get home.  Tell me, do you ache, princess?  Your breasts are swollen.  I daresay, if I touch them, they would be hard, they’re so full.”

She did ache.  She’d been trying to ignore it, but the problem was only getting worse, not better.

“I do hurt, Sir.  Will you help me, please?”

He took off his frock coat, his vest, his gators, shoes, and pants.  Untying his cravat, he slipped it free of his collar, then unbuttoned his shirt. 

It landed on top of the rest.

His erection pushed out the front of his drawers.  Shucking them, he sat on the chaise and leaned back.  “Knickers off, princess.  I want you to ride me.”

Elly stripped off her shorts, put one knee on the seat, and swung her other leg over to straddle his legs.  At six feet, five inches, his feet would have hung over the end of any other chaise, but he’d had this one built long enough for them to lie upon.

Bending forward, she kissed his sac and tongued his cock, licking the precum from its tip, swirling her tongue around the velvety head, tracing the rim, and teasing the sensitive point underneath it.

“Yesss,” he rasped.  “Yes, that’s it, princess.  Get me wet.  Good girl.”

She licked his shaft, then took as much of him as she could in her mouth.  He was the largest man she’d ever been with, in more ways than one.  It had taken weeks of practice to control her gag reflex and open her throat for him.

“Enough,” he growled.  “Come here, princess, and claim your kiss.”

The man kissed like he fucked.  Absolute possession.  Fisting her hair, he pulled her to him, slamming his mouth against hers, with parted lips and ravenous tongue.  Hungry for his taste, she opened wider for him, parrying each thrust that he made until their dueling tongues twined like serpents.

She measured the width of his shoulders and spread her fingers as she slid her hands south, over crisp black curls and slabs of muscle.  Palming his breasts, she teased his pebbled nipples, rubbing, circling, catching them between her fingers, rolling, tugging, twisting.

“Fuck me,” he ordered, then kissed her again.

Reaching with one hand, she wrapped her fingers around his erection, guided him into her opening, and eased herself down, taking him in, inch by glorious inch, until she was full beyond measure.

Forsaking her hair, he slid his hands to her ass, spread his fingers, and claimed that, too.  His grip was strong enough, she knew that she would have bruises in the morning. 

Lucky girl.

He started to move, slowly at first, increasing his strength and speed like a great iron steam-driven beast.  Her aching breasts were painful now.  The thrust of his hips only made it worse.

“I’m sorry!  I can’t!” she cried.  Fighting tears, she abandoned his chest to hold her breasts and keep them from bouncing.  “It hurts too much.”

“Poor lamb,” he crooned.  “Let me help you.”

He pulled down her blouse, exposing her leaking breasts.  Bending his dark head, he brushed his lips across her right nipple, opened his mouth, and drew it inside.  His facial muscles worked.  Hollowing his cheeks, he sealed them together and triggered her let-down.  Her breast milk flowed, from her to him.  In sharing it, he consumed her fully—body, mind, and spirit.

The feel of his cock in her pussy and his mouth on her breast started a chain reaction, hurtling her into multiple orgasms, each one just as strong as the last one.  She rode wave after wave of contractions, her body grasping his length and pulling him in ever deeper.

“The other side,” she begged him.  “Please….”

She orgasmed even harder when he took her other nipple in his mouth, offering the same service as before.  She took it, gladly, thanking the stars above that Piers was not like most men.  Some husbands would have found what they were doing repulsive.  Most men would never have agreed—let alone offered—to do it.  But Piers was her Dominant, pledged to give her what she needed, and she needed this.  Needed him.

“Yes,” she said, breath hissing between her clenched teeth.  “Yes.  Suck me.  Fuck me.”

He drank from her, just enough to give her the relief that she so desperately needed, then it was his turn.

“Clothes off, princess,” he ordered gruffly.  That delicious British accent of his still thrilled her to the core.  “I want you on your hands and knees.”

Elly shivered with anticipation.  Dismounting, she slid to her feet beside the chaise longue and gave her husband room to do the same.  He towered over her, his erection shiny with her juices.  His lips were still reddened from their kiss.

Climbing onto the chaise, Elly planted her hands by the armrest and her knees in the center of the seat.  Piers stroked her back, from the bottom of her neck to the base of her spine.  “Beautiful,” he murmured.  “Such exquisite skin.  Do you know how lovely you are?  I wish that we had rope and time enough for bondage.  As it is, I’m going to fuck your cunny and finish in your arse.”

Piers spanked her hard enough to leave a handprint and moved into place behind her.  He stroked her with his fingertips, down the inner curve of one cheek and up the inside of her thigh.  “So wet,” he hummed.  “So responsive.  What are your safewords?”

What?  They’d been together long enough, they didn’t need safewords.  He knew her body.  Knew exactly how much she could handle.  He was making her wait, and she wanted him now.

“Kale to slow,” she grated, frustration lacing her voice.  “Tofu to stop.”

“Very good.  Now open for me.  I’m afraid this won’t be gentle.”

Thank you, Jesus.

Guiding his head into her opening, he clutched her hips and rammed himself inside her.  He bottomed out on the next stroke, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and pain.  He fucked her, driving inside her again and again, relentless, almost ruthless, claiming her body like he had claimed her heart.

Inside her, the tension began to build.  Every thrust pushed her towards the shattering climax she felt approaching.  He felt it, too, and drove her onward.  Forcing her to the tipping point, he hit her G-spot and sent her hurtling over the edge.

Elly’s body seized, caught in a giant contraction that made her gush, releasing a tide that drenched them both.  But Piers wasn’t done.  He kept pounding into her, his heavy balls slapping her clit with each meaty, turgid thrust.  When he’d wrung another climax from her, he wet her other portal with her juices and claimed that hole as well.

Piers sank into her, pushing past rings of muscle and into her dark passage, not stopping until he had buried himself to the root.  He held himself, suspended, giving her body time to fully accept him in her most intimate place.  “Yesss,” he hissed, relishing the feel of her walls surrounding him, embracing him.  He pulled back and dove in, again and again.  Finally, she felt the telltale shift.  His breaths grew staccato.  His rhythm became erratic, his hips snapping, short, hard strokes that propelled him towards his finish.

“I’m coming!”  He pushed in deep and finished inside her, spurting streams of ejaculate and flooding her with his seed.  He shuddered and shook himself, harsh breaths sloughing between clenched teeth.  Bending over her like a blooded stallion covering a mare, he bit the base of her neck and nearly made her come again.

He pulled her with him, still joined, until they were lying on the chaise.  Piers was against the upholstered back, and she was facing away from it, completely exposed to anyone who might happen upon their tryst.

Once, she would have been too embarrassed to stay this way.  Now, she could relax, aware of the risk but unconcerned about it.

It’s nothing they hadn’t seen before.

Elly snuggled against him, relishing the feel of his cock in her ass and cherishing the two strong arms that supported her head and held her tight against him.

“Was it too much?” he murmured, nuzzling her ear.  “I gave you no quarter.”

Sweet man.  No one judging him by looks would guess that he could be such a gentle giant.

She bent her head and kissed his hand.  “If I’d needed it, I would have asked.  Surely you know that by now.”

He sighed softly, his breath ruffling her hair.  “I feared that I was challenging your limits.  I expected you to speak at any time, to let me know that I’d crossed a line and was giving you more than you could handle.”

It was a rarity, a departure from their norm that hadn’t happened in a very long time—not since they’d been cleared to have sex after Adrienne’s birth.

She smiled, remembering the extended foreplay and the sweet aftermath.

“What are you thinking, darling girl? I can feel your smile from here.”

She didn’t doubt it.  He was that attuned to her.

“I was thinking about the first time that we made love after having Adrienne.  You ran us a bath.  You washed every inch of my body and washed my hair, massaging my scalp until I was practically purring.  You drained some of the water, then sat me backward on your lap, lathered me up, and shaved me.  By the time you were finished, I was begging you to take me.”

“I remember,” he murmured.  “And I happily obliged.”

He’d taken his time doing it, though.  He’d licked, kissed, or stroked every inch of her body first, tracing her stretchmarks, calling them badges of honor, and finding her even more beautiful than when they first met.  He had gone slowly, had prepared her gently, and it had still hurt to take him in.

Thank God, it had gotten better.

“You did,” she whispered.  “Thank you, Sir.  For this.  For everything.  I love you, Piers.”

She’d learned so much from him, but her knowledge paled in comparison.  But then, she’d known next to nothing when she first agreed to come as a guest.  She had hoped to learn by observation and gain a better understanding of how BDSM could be used as a tool for healing.

When the student is ready, the teacher will come.

And come, he had, ready and willing to show her, to teach her, to guide her.  That was just the beginning of her journey.  As far as she’d come, she knew that there were still worlds to be recreated and explored.

She couldn’t wait to see where he would lead her next.

Author’s Biography

Nia Farrell is the author of one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, a 2016 Golden Flogger Finalist, and a founding member of the Wicked Pens.  A multi-genre writer published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt, she’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years.  She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes.  In her book Something More, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD, earning a nomination for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category, in the 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.  She was nominated for Favorite MC Author, The Best of the Best 2017.

Her debut books from The Three Graces series, Something Else, Something Different, and Something More, are kink with a paranormal twist.  Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play.  Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it’s her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States, with a Monty-Python-inspired diner that’s central to the plotlines.

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on.  She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing novels at her husband’s suggestion.  She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

AUTHOR LINKS

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Nia Farrell’s Amazon author page

http://viewauthor.at/NiaFarrell

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WRITING AS ERINN ELLENDER QUINN

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http://bit.ly/EEQuinnGoodreads

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WRITING AS REE L. DIEHL

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NIA FARRELL TITLES

Something Else (The Three Graces Book One).  Three soulmates forge a future from the flames of their pasts in an interracial New Age New Adult MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance.  “It’s part paranormal, part BDSM, part love story, but all good.”  Released August 25, 2015.  Length 17,872 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/SomethingElseWP

Second edition e-book and paperback to be reissued July 2018

Something Different (The Three Graces Book Two).  Starving artist Anna James has sworn off men.  Rock gods Jackson and Jacob Thomason just promised her the best sex of her life.  Does Anna dare submit to the part-Comanche twins who perform as No Mercy?  Released September 29, 2015.  Length 17,235 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/SomethingDifferentWP

Second edition e-book and paperback to be reissued July 2018

Something More (The Three Graces Book Three) Finalist for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category, 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.  Rachel Givens is supposed to be dead.  She has post-rape PTSD and a three-year-old autistic daughter, father unknown.  When her former lovers—a biker and a porn star—walk into the restaurant where she works, this single mother learns just how much more she can handle.  Released October 15, 2015.  Length 18,613 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/SomethingMoreWP

Second edition e-book and paperback to be reissued July 2018

The Three Graces Trilogy (paperback) includes Something Else, Something Different, and Something More.  Welcome to fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the USA and home of the Three Graces—young women whose names all mean “Grace.”  Three women.  Six men.  Things are about to get interesting.  Released April 2, 2016.  Length 230 6x9 pages.

Second edition e-book and paperback to be reissued January 2019

Something Special (The Three Graces Book Six—the sequel to Something Else).  When morning sickness hits the house, a Dominant veteran with PTSD and an American Indian musician propose to give their psychic submissive a very special honeymoon.  They’re giving Grace the capture fantasy of her dreams at Replay, a BDSM theme resort where patrons role play in the past.  Released May 5, 2016.  Length 21,578 words/105 5x8 pages. 

Nominated Best Erotica and Best Romance, 2016 Summer Indie Book Awards. Winner, Favorite Audiobook, EskieMama & Dragon Lady Reads Midyear Awards, 2016.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/TG6WP

Amazon e-book buy link http://mybook.to/TG6

Amazon paperback buy link http://mybook.to/TG6p

Audiobook http://mybook.to/TG6a

Dark Moons Rising.  On the most dangerous night of the year, a daughter of light finds unexpected sanctuary with two dark lords, handsome as men, stunning as centaurs.  An otherworldly sword-and-sorcery paranormal shifter ménage erotic romance novelette.  Released March 10, 2016.  Length 9,210 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/DMRWP

Amazon e-book to be reissued March 2019

As Wicked as You Want (Forever Ours Book One).  It’s a past life for The Three Graces’ Nico, J.T., and Grace, a Victorian erotic romance BDSM MMF ménage with a bisexual British history professor, his American stepsister who’s been living as a man since serving in the Civil War, and her Irish messmate who is an apprentice in her art studio and who has been fighting his attraction to “Lane.”  Released August 1, 2016.  Length 155,467 words / 609 pages.

Voted #1 Erotica and #10 overall, The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016. Nominated Best Erotica, Best Historical, and Best Romance, 2016 Summer Indie Book Awards.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/AWAYWWP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/FO1

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/FO1p

Audio excerpt, read by the author

http://bit.ly/WickedAuthorReadsYT

A Wicked Christmas 1869.  Elena, Edward, and Daniel from As Wicked as You Want celebrate their second Christmas together.  Release date December 1, 2017.  Length 6,307 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://mybook.to/WC1869WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/WC1869

“Pride and Prejudice meets 50 Shades of Grey” in Pride and Punishment – An Erotic Retelling of Jane Austen’s Beloved Classic by Nia Farrell and Jane Austen. A Dominant Mr. Darcy must find a way to win the submissive heart of a woman who abhors him.  Released June 1, 2016.  Length 91,133 words/344 pages.

Voted Best Historical Romance, 2017 Ménage Romance Readers Favorites.  Nominated Best Erotica, Best Historical, and Best Romance, 2016 Summer Indie Book awards.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/PunishWP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/Punish

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/Punishp

Amazon Large Print http://mybook.to/Punishlg

Gift shop http://www.cafepress.com/prideandpunishment

Wicked Lady.  In Restoration England, a lady highwayman who demands more than money from her victim must pay for her crimes.  It’s a tale of dubious consent, first his, then hers, with a degenerate lord, one desperate woman, and two nights that will change their lives.  Reached #37 on Amazon’s Best Seller list, Historical Erotica Mystery.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/WLadyWP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/WLady

Rules of Engagement.  Corporate attorney Dylan Reynolds wants to become a first time Daddy Dom with his latest submissive, a twenty-two-year-old genius whose lack of experience intrigues him.  Holly Knox can’t deny her attraction to Dylan, but she’s never had a serious relationship, let alone been with a Dominant who’s into the BDSM lifestyle. Can this innocent embrace ageplay and be Daddy’s good girl?  Length 18,814 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly.RulesOEWP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/ROE

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/ROEp

Replay Book 1: VIKING RAID.  A curious virgin makes Replay resort’s Viking Dom an offer he can’t refuse.  Released July 1, 2016.  Length 20,051 words/99 pages.

Nominated Best Erotica, 2016 Summer Indie Book Awards.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/RB1WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB1

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB1p

Replay Book 2: TRIPLE PLAY.  A celibate sex addict meets a Scottish Dominant who’s determined to be the exception to her rules.  Released September 1, 2016.  Length 20,232 words / 100 pages.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/RB2WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB2

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB2p

Replay Book 3: HONOUR BOUND.  A psychologist interested in BDSM experiences it first-hand with the owner of Replay resort.  Released November 1, 2016.  Length 19,946 words / 97 pages.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/Replay3WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB3

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB3p

REPLAY SET 1: Viking Raid, Triple Play, Honour Bound.  Contains books 1-3 in the series.

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RSet1

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RSet1p

Replay Book 4: HOOKED.  During pirate weekend, a curious librarian explores BDSM with a Dominant veteran amputee.  Released January 1, 2017.  Length 21,950 words/ 121 pages.

Winner, Favorite Leading Lady, 2017 Our Book Stars Awards.

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/Replay4WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB4

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB4p

Audiobook http://mybook.to/RB4a

Replay Book 5: NIGHT MUSIC.  In an updated version of Cyrano de Bergerac, bisexual Replay resort psychiatrist Sir Josef plays matchmaker with a blind concert pianist and her mentor and falls for them both.  A MMF ménage.  Released March 1, 2017.  Length 19,438 words / 104 pages.

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/RB5WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB5

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB5p

Replay Book 6: HIGHLAND FLING.  During a special music weekend at Replay resort, a former ballerina must choose between two Dominants.  Released May 1, 2017.  Length 20,081 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/RB6HighlandFling

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB6

REPLAY SET 2: Hooked, Night Music, Highland Fling.  Contains books 4-6 in the series.

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RSet2

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RSet2p

Replay Book 7: WING MEN.  During World War I weekend, a singer comes under the sights of two rival fighter pilots.  If they want her, they’ll have to learn to share.  Release date August 1, 2017.  Length 20,081 words.

Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/WingMenWP

Amazon http://mybook.to/RB7

Replay Book 8: THE DARK SIDE.  It’s Cinema Classics weekend at Replay BDSM theme resort.  When 1930s Hollywood vamp meets vampire on the dark side of the resort, the chemistry is off the charts.  But can a relationship survive the light of day, when a doctor requires anonymity and his submissive is a celebrity?  Release date November 1, 2018.  Length 25,313 words.

Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/RB8WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB8

Replay Reunion 1: NAUGHTY NEW YEAR.  Replay BDSM theme resort hosts its third New Year’s Eve party in the newest addition, The Steamroom, built for Iron Domination Steampunk play.  Release date January 1, 2018.  Length 6,218 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/RR1WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RR1NNY

Keeper—The Avenging Angels MC Introduction.  Isabella Castellari is rescued from a roadside breakdown by Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan, Vice President of the Avenging Angels MC.  He takes her to the clubhouse, but it’s his rules, his way, if she chooses to stay.  Released June 1, 2017.  Length 2,724 words.  Includes a free sneak peek at Find Her—Avenging Angels Book 1.

Trailer http://bit.ly/AAMCKeeperTrailer

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/AAMCintroWP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/AAMCintro

Audiobook http://mybook.to/AAMCintroA

Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1).  Rose McLanahan is the daughter of the Avenging Angels MC president and younger sister to four of its members. When she’s rescued from a rival gang, her oldest brother’s best friend is entrusted to take her where the Blackwater Demons MC won’t find her.  Michael O’Flaherty has known the Angels’ princess since she was born, but alone in the Angels’ safehouse, Dominant Michael and submissive Rose will finally discover each other.  Released June 8, 2017.  Length 40,627 words.  Reached #9 on Amazon’s BDSM Erotica Best Seller list.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/AAMC1WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/AAMC1

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/AAMC1p

Keeper: Avenging Angels MC Book 2.  When Mad Dog McLanahan comes to Isabella Castellari ‘s rescue after her car breaks down, he quickly realizes that she’s nothing like her porn star sister. Isabella is an innocent, but the secrets he’s been keeping will either bring them together or tear them apart.  Length 42,925 words / 225 pages.

Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/AAMC2WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/AAMC2

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/AAMC2p

Touch the Wind (Touch the Wind Book 1) by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn.  Christiana Delacorte has loved Justin Vallé since her misspent youth, sailing disguised as a boy.  When she hires the French privateer to rescue her father, she’s delighted that his price includes her presence in his bed.  The first of a swashbuckling series set in the 1720s Caribbean.  Released December 1, 2016.  Length 91,354 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/TW1WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/TW1

Ride the Wind (Touch the Wind Book 2) by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn.  Set in the same year the last witch burned in Scotland, indentured servant and Wiccan healer Beth Gordon risks her life to save her master, Irish sea captain Ian O’Malley, a man with dark secrets of his own.  A paranormal historical romance.  Released October 1, 2016.  Length 70,059 words / 244 pages.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/TW2WP

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/TW2

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/TW2p

Reap the Wind (Touch the Wind Book 3) by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn.  A vicar’s unconventional daughter meets her match in the bastard son of a Spanish spy.  Release Date February 1, 2017.  Length 67,087 words.

Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/TW3ReapWP

Amazon e-book link http://mybook.to/TW3

Touch the Wind Set 1: Touch the Wind, Ride the Wind, Reap the Wind (Books 1-3) by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn. 440 (8 ½ x 11) pages

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/TTWSet1

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/TTWSet1p

Dare the Wind (Touch the Wind Book 4) by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn.  Irish Captain Tristan O’Dea finds passion on the high seas with his commander’s widowed half-sister, free-thinking musician and composer Jessenia Bougeureau.  Release Date April 1, 2017.  Length 67,703 words / 245 pages.

Winners, Favorite Historical Hero (Tristan O’Dea) and Favorite Historical Heroine (Jessenia Bougeureau), EskieMama & Dragon Lady Reads Midyear Awards, 2017.

Teasers and excerpt at http://bit.ly/TW4WordPress

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/TW4