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I’m thrilled to be joining in this amazing Blog hop, there are prizes, including a Ruby Glow, the sex toy that my mate and fellow Brit Babe Tabitha Rayne invented! So it’s Masturbation month and self love in in the air and here’s a blog hop to celebrate.

Masturbation is brilliant, it’s  a multi tool for stress relief, self discovery and just a great way to relieve yourself when you’re that worked up. It’s often seen as a solitary occupation but it doesn’t have to be. So I’ve decided to share an excerpt that explores the joys of Masturbating on demand.

Something Brave is a BDSM novella that follows Felicity’s discovery of her submissive nature, something she didn’t even realise she had!

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Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

Felicity has been spanked for the first time and Sir continues to push her boundaries.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, “while I get this on. Show me how you get off when you’re on your own.”

Felicity panted. His words turned her on, but she was frightened. What if she did it wrong? What if he didn’t find her pussy attractive? What if it made a strange noise? Even she knew her fears were crazy, but still she hesitated.

“Right,” he exclaimed, grabbed the crop and slapped it gently against her thighs until she spread them. “Finger yourself for me or I will use this crop.” He left it lying across her open thighs while he concentrated on the condom. Felicity moaned, closed her eyes tightly and ran a hand down over her stomach and into her pubic hair that was already sticky with her juices.

She let the tip of her pointer finger touch her clit and a bolt of pleasure zapped through her with surprising intensity. She repeated the move and continued to rub her clit, enjoying the vibrations of pure pleasure as her buttocks pulsed with pained desire.

“That’s it,” he whispered softly.

Felicity fluttered her eyelids open and saw him staring directly between her thighs. She tightened with imminent orgasm.

“I want to be inside you when you come.” He gasped and pressed forward, knocking the crop onto the floor.

His legs scratched against her inner thigh, and his protected cock nudged against her fingertips. He stroked down, between her lips, until he found her entrance and pushed forward. Felicity arched her back and shifted her pussy closer to the edge of the table, angling her body so he could slip inside her, despite the flaming pain in her arse.

Felicity wound her legs around his thighs. He’d trapped her fingers between their bodies, but with her other hand, she clung to him. She didn’t want to fall. His lips seared a path along her shoulders and into the dip below her collarbone.

He thrust deeply into her and pulled back, the rhythm rubbing her abused bum backward and forward, making her croon with the pain-filled pleasure.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” he whispered against her neck, “but you must ask my permission to come.”
She nodded eagerly. She hadn’t purposefully stopped rubbing her clit. She’d just been distracted by how he felt filling her. Their moans and sighs blended as they rocked in rhythm. She smelled his musk, the heaviness of their joined sexes and the heat of the wood and leather that they fucked upon.

She was lost in a cocoon of ecstasy and soon she felt her internal coil of desire tightening to breaking point.
“Can I come, please, Sir?” she asked.

“No.” He growled, fucking into her with extra force.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered. “Please, let me come, Sir.”
“No,” he repeated through gritted teeth. He was close himself. She could feel it in the tenseness of his frame.

“Oh, Sir, please, I need to come. Please let me come.” She continued rubbing her clit in light circles, anything less and the orgasm would be lost—anything more, and she’d be in trouble for coming without permission.

“No,” he snapped.

But she knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. “Please, Sir!” she begged. “Please can I come now?” “Yes!” he roared.

He pumped into her with ferocity that constricted her thighs around him and knocked her own orgasm into overdrive. She bucked, moaned and squeezed him tightly to her as she shook with great pleasure.
They clung together, panting and gasping, treasuring each other’s body heat. “Wow.” He gasped. “Felicity…wow.”
She giggled and buried her face in his shoulder, blushing again.

Would you like to win an ebook copy of Something Brave? Then comment below. I’ll draw a winner on Tuesday 17th May. Don’t forget to check out the other Self Love is in the Air Blog hop posts starting out over at our host with the most Tabitha Rayne.