#NewRelease - Sorority Pledge 7: Sweet Treat to Excite

SORORITY PLEDGE 7: SWEET TREAT TO EXCITE

Logan & Addison can't keep their hands off each other nor pain out of their fun fests. Logan left Addison in a lurch after their first official scene in Book 5, a spicy-hot capture one between a Princess and a sexy rogue that you NEED to read if you haven't, so they are trying to get back to their mutual love of all things leather and stingy. The 7th steamy novella in their kinkalicious romance is out now and available on:

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NOTE FROM THE DOM, LOGAN THORNDIKE: Luscious and I aim to get back on track after the reset of our relationship, and we’re psyched to share our first Sunday together as boyfriend and girlfriend rather than just pound-me-’til-I-scream kinkazoids. However, with her hot body teasing me senseless, I keep dominating Addison without even realizing it, and the strain threatens to kill our dizzying lust and the trust I’m trying to rebuild. We just can’t keep our damn hands off each other! Even though she’s the one always getting spanked for being lusty, I’m also having difficulty reigning in my bad boy ways. I’m not 100% positive either one of us can be tamed, but I demand obedience and respect. And I will get it. Ever the feisty sub, Addison gets spanked a lot because she’s so very naughty, and we play with food and other weird toys, oh, and some friends, so if this offends you, do not read. 

If you are ready and willing to get tingly, however, go make yourself a sundae, loaded with your favorite toppings. You might have to cool down once grapes come into this installment because my spanko proves her deliciousness, again and again, and her “funishment” is certainly a scorcher. 

* * * This 29,200-word novella is Book 7 in the 10-part Sorority Pledge Saga, a serialization that follows a rocky romance centered around the edgy bliss of Domination and submission. Contains explicit situations and language. 18+ please. * * *  

EXCERPT:  “ You keep saying you think you’ll hurt me or like this wolf or dark edge is inside or something. How would that manifest exactly? Name one fantasy that would be taking things to an unbearable extreme for us. I can take a lot, and you know that.”

“I’m not sure what the limit is. That’s for you to say. But I can tell you a thing jacks me up, that’s on the edgier side.”

I shrugged and nodded. “Okay. That works.”

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his puckered lips. “Um, it makes me rock-hard to imagine you tied up ... spread open, blind-folded, ball-gagged, with absolutely no way out. Safewords are important for both of us, for safety and approval and all, I know that, but as I see scenes progressing and unfolding in my mind, having them can be a bit of a buzzkill, at times, because you still hold power. I’m greedy. I crave it all. Being in total control, with you entirely in my hands, is such a fucking turn-on to me, where you are mine, all mine, forced to take whatever the hell I want to deliver.”

“Do you see yourself torturing me?”

“Not physically. In my finest fantasies, I fuck with your mind, make you cry, scare the snot out of you and push you harder than ever. The more power I hold over you and the more anguish and distress you have about what I’m doing to you, the more erotic and hot it is for me. With you putting that much trust in me and journeying with me, I believe, it will also create growth in you and in us faster than anything. This is not something I want consistently, just once in a while. It’s a white-hot thrill.”

“Having no safewords is a scary way to play though, Logan.”

“I know that. But the idea of having all the power makes my mouth water and my nuts ache for release. I’m just being honest. My desires while in that mode of control run darker, though still not quite what I would call extreme, but dark. Tearing off your clothes, for instance, scaring you with weapons, threatening you with things I may or may not do, manipulating truth so you don’t know what’s real or not. Your lusty decisions aside, you have a submissive heart, so the desire to submit and that yearning to please me comes easily for you. I want to make it more challenging. I want you to have some fear and to sometimes be defiant and resistant as you battle your will to align it with mine. I want you to muscle and hurt to arrive at the spot I demand. I want you to be nervous at the sight of something like a rose, because you have no clue how I will use it. How fucked up is that I want to scare you shitless with the most mundane things?”

My heart started pounding so fast and my mind began to whirl. All I could spit out was, “Not very. Roses aren’t scary.” His words spiked anxiety but also made my stomach drop in delight like a loopy, twisty rollercoaster in the dark, where you have no way of knowing what’s coming and no way off until you’re let off. I wanted to say, “Do it, take control, take it all.” But I wasn’t there yet. Safewords are the only bit of control I have, and he gets all the rest. The rest should be enough for him. It should.

“Oh, really, Addison? A rose is one of my favorite sex toys. A rose can scratch, make you bleed, torture your pussy with a velvety touch that refuses to satisfy. Everything is all about perspective, application, and context, my pet. I could probably make chalk scary.”

My swallow elongated. I didn’t doubt it. He sounded deadly serious. I couldn’t deny I wasn’t titillated by the thought of rescinding my parachute and surrendering everything to him. When we were scening in the barn, I did feel our ecstasy was restrained a little because I could bow out at any time. Maybe our fantasies weren’t so far apart. Maybe someday, I’ll be gutsy enough to say YES. His face when he was saying all that had been filled with joy and his eyes with fire. Somehow, someway, I intend to give that experience to Sir. He stepped outside his comfort zone and gave me an extra guy to play with. I didn’t want Logan to end up with Mr. Verlander’s bored, blah face that screamed of unfulfillment. No fucking way. I don’t care what it takes. I will get myself there.

“What do you think about that, Miss Montgomery?” He cupped my neck and ran his the pad of thumb up and down my pulse zone. “Wow. What a speedy, wild heartbeat you have.” He bent forward, kissed my temple and muttered, “Is that a no?”

I licked my dry lips. “It’s, um ... a maybe.”