Thanks for having me
as part of Wicked Wednesday, Danita!!
I never thought I’d
push myself to the edge as far as I did with Tied Down (another “The Edge” BDSM
short story that precedes this one), and Wild Thunder.
Though I don’t delve
deeply into the BDSM lifestyle, elements of domination, restraint and control
are there. With Wild Thunder, I think the boundaries harder than any other
story. Ethan has a lot of pent-up rage and frustrations inside him and Shanay
allows him an outlet to release it all. She knows what he wants, how he wants
it and gives him everything he needs.
Now it’s just a
matter of what he does with it…
~~~~~~~
WILD THUNDER
An
“Edge” short story
Connected
to In the Arms of the Law Series
Contemporary
Erotic Romance/BDSM
On leave of
absence from the police force, and desperate to resolve the intense anger
inside him, Ethan James escapes to the Shenandoah Mountains…alone.
During one of
the worst storms to hit the area in years, he’s surprised when he opens the
door to find Shanay Gold, an old friend and sometime submissive lover, dripping
wet and looking sexy as hell. So sexy, he has to keep reminding himself he’s
kept her at arms-length because of the future she wants. A future he can’t give
her.
When lightning
sparks an old flame, desires blaze to life, and Shanay and Ethan are left with
little choice but to roll with passion’s Wild Thunder.
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Excerpt © Kacey
Hammell
He knelt behind
her, caressed her ass cheeks. She smiled at him before facing forward again,
lifting her butt higher, legs spread, open for him. She imagined his pleasure
at the sight, her juices glistening, showing her desire for him.
She shrieked
when a hand came down on her cheek. Her nipples grazed against the fabric of
the ottoman sending sparks of electricity along her skin. She lifted her ass
further. He slapped her again. Once. Twice. A third time. A harsh cry escaped
her.
Lightning
flashed, illuminating the cabin. His palm skimmed her pussy, making the skin
burn. Her heart beat in rhythm with the thunder claps from the storm raging
outside. He stirred a whirlwind of emotions. Ups and downs, shivers and
passion, a never ending gale-force wind circled.
He sank rough,
calloused digits inside her and grazed her sweet spot. She rocked back against
them, grinding, demanding more.
“You love these
inside you, don’t you, baby? Three of them stretching you, hitting that wild
spot I love so much.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He slapped her
on the ass. “Yes, what?”
She jerked,
reminded of her place in their games. “Yes, sir. Yes, I love it.”
“Good girl.”
They moved in and out of her, powerful and relentless. She rocked her hips, and
they went deeper. She gasped. The need to come rushed against her fast and
hard.
But he withdrew
and chuckled, enraging her. She pushed back toward him, desperate for his
touch.
“Damn you,” she
growled. He always tied her up in knots playing with her like this.
He gave her ass
a swat. “Settle down.”
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