I’m so excited to be posting my first blog here at 69 Shades! I’d like to introduce myself to those who haven’t come across me or my books yet. I write the Rescue Me series of gritty, realistic Romance stories with a BDSM Club as a backdrop. While there is kink in the stories and very hot kink and vanilla sex scenes, the main focus for me is telling the Romances. I have a lot of fans who have never read BDSM before mine, but I’m guessing that’s not an issue at this blog.
In the Rescue Me series, which probably will continue for a decade or two, I’ve begun by telling the stories of three military men who have forged a bond on the battlefield, which I shared in Masters at Arms (Rescue Me #1), the series introduction. I also show their experience levels with BDSM and love in that book and introduce two of the men to their future lady loves. To this point in the series, all are m/f Romances. I’m fascinated with the psychological aspects of BDSM and consult with a number of experts and those in the lifestyle who help me with my research.
Adam, Marc, and Damián left the military to open a BDSM club in Denver, but that’s just an excuse for three lost men to a new family of choice with Adam Montague, their Master Sergeant, at the head.
I also write realistic Romance, where Happily Ever After is just the beginning. So I’m going to share an UNEDITED excerpt from the fifth book in the series (coming out by mid September) that shows the continuation of Marc and Angelina’s story, who were the main featured couple in Nobody’s Angel (Rescue Me #2). They only as far as a Happy For Now ending before Adam and Karla hijacked their book and I had to leave them hanging to move on in the saga to Nobody’s Hero (Rescue Me #3). Quite honestly, I had no clue what Marc’s deep-seated issues were until I was well into writing book four, so I couldn’t have told you the rest of their story until then. I don’t plot. The characters talk to me, I listen. And when they don’t talk, I don’t have anything to write.
But Marc’s definitely talking now. Somebody’s Angel (Rescue Me #5) is almost into the first round of edits (the first five chapters are in the hands of one of my editorial team members already.
To help drum up support for my series and Marc and Angelina in particular, I’ve made Nobody’s Angel book FREE for the foreseeable future at most booksellers. As my readers will tell you, you need to read the Masters at Arms introduction (also free) first. I don’t like to rehash backstory any more than my editors make me (for those who have long breaks between installments and have to be reminded of something they missed). You can find my buy links here
I’d also like to give away a copy of one of the e-books in the series. I also want to give away a “Master Marc can put me in culinary bondage anytime” Tee (Small to 4XL sizes available) OR an apron of the same design from my Kally Swag Store. http://www.kallypsomasters.com/kally_swag. I’m having a 10% off sale at the store July 1-7, so if you don’t win here, you can get your own on sale!
Now, enjoy this sexy scene with Marc and Angelina—before things go terribly wrong during their New Year’s weekend in Aspen (the one readers saw through Damián and Savannah’s eyes in Nobody’s Perfect (Rescue me #4). Somebody’s Angel follows the same timeline beginning at New Year’s weekend, then continues to about a month later for some of the characters. This is very much an ongoing saga!
Marc cleared his throat to gain Damián’s attention. “Why don’t we all get checked into our rooms and meet down here again in about two hours?” He squeezed Angelina’s hand and grinned at her, then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “That should give us time to relieve some of your tension, Amore.”
Angelina’s clit sparked to life, anxious for him to offer her a much-needed release during those two hours. She relaxed a little at the thought of being turned over his knee for an erotic spanking. She’d come to love those and he rarely spanked her as punishment. Only for…stress relief. She grinned. Just what she needed—provided she didn’t scream loudly enough to bring any family members running to the rescue.
She turned and watched Savi brush Marisol’s bangs away from her eyes. What a beautiful little girl. Savi turned her gaze toward Angelina and Marc. “Perfect. Mari’s been so wound up about this trip, she could use a little rest before we take to the slopes, or whatever it is you all want to do.” She looked at Damián who only nodded.
While Damián had said skiing wasn’t an option for him, the proud new papa insisted that Marisol take a lesson or two on the bunny slope.
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 or guests. Apparently, the family hadn’t been alerted about their time of arrival. Odd, but it wasn’t as if they had shown up at his family’s middle-class, single-family household 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.
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.”
“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 meeting his family 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 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.
He stood and sighed, as if regretting he didn’t have time to continue exploring her breasts, and then he went to his 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 Armani 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, 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 with 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.
Not expecting the spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.
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.
“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.
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?
The pain burning in her butt from the “Mine” paddle 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.”
A peaceful calm came over her; she let her eyes drift shut and relaxed her body.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She tried to sit upright, felt the sting in her butt, and his hand held her still.
“Talk to me. How are you feeling now?”
“Just one problem left.”
He grew tense. “What’s that?”
“How am I supposed to sit down through dinner tonight? You really walloped me.”
“Brat. You know you loved every stroke.”
“Yes, Sir. I did. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“I can’t imagine what my life would be without you. You have given me something I didn’t even know was missing.”
He thought for several moments. “I had a need to…be needed. You need me.”
Angelina smiled. She’d never really thought of herself as being needy. She’d fought so long to gain independence from her big brothers only to let this man steal her heart away. She didn’t want to think about life without Marc.
“But it’s mutual, Angelina.” He leaned away and gazed into her eyes. “You also take excellent care of my needs, Amore. You filled a void in my soul I didn’t even know what there.”
For him to acknowledge that she’d connected with him in that way warmed her heart. She’d tried to give Marc what he needed—well, as much as she could fathom what that might be. He still remained very private and closed off emotionally. Angelina couldn’t understand how he could have grown up male in a big Italian family and felt empty and unloved. Yes, his family was very different from hers. Thoughts of his family sent another flurry of “What ifs” through her mind. What if she couldn’t impress them and…
“Why did you tense up again just now?”
Merda. She really could have no secrets from him. He read her body like someone might read a book. “I’m sorry, Sir. I let my mind wander where it shouldn’t.”
Marc sighed, stroking her cheek. “Mio angelo, please stop worrying. My family will love you.”
“Yes, Sir.” But she still had a niggling feeling of doom. If they didn’t accept her, she could lose Marc. So much was riding on this meeting with his family.
She couldn’t wait for this dreaded dinner to be over.
* * *
“Marco! Marco D’Alessio!”
Angelina turned to watch as a curvy Italian woman approached, long black hair fluttering loose over her shoulders, and enormous boobs arriving half a second before the rest of her. Something in the way she devoured Marc with her eyes caused the hackles at the back of Angelina’s neck to rise. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, but her eyes were empty, cold, and calculating when she cast a disdainful glance Angelina’s way.
Marc tensed, causing Angelina to turn her focus to him. His nostrils flared as he narrowed his gaze. Angelina curled her fingers around Marc’s elbow, then realized she was being territorial. Not to mention more than a bit insecure. Oh, like that’s something new. She reminded herself that Marc might know this knock-out of a woman, but he wasn’t with her now. He was with Angelina.
She looked back at the woman and caught another cold glare aimed at her.
The word popped into Angelina’s head, not one she would normally use, but it was more as if the woman had telegraphed it to Angelina. However, it was this woman who exuded the bitch factor.
“Melissa. How are you?” Marc’s cold response and stiff body told Angelina all she needed to know. He didn’t like this woman, whatever their history might have been. Angelina’s gaze went to the perfect globes protruding from the woman’s chest. Definitely silicone.
Okay, now who was being the bitch?
Angelina plastered a smile on her face and squeezed Marc’s elbow. As if suddenly remembering her presence, he looked down at her, but didn’t smile as he made the introductions.
“Angelina Giardano, meet Melissa Russo, Gino’s fiancée.”
Gino’s? With the emotion sizzling between these two, this woman definitely meant something more to Marc than his dead brother’s fiancée. Would he be honest with her when they were alone? He’d lied to her once before to protect her feelings, but Angelina needed to know who this woman was and what she meant to Marc.
Wait. Did she really want to know that?
Yes. She wanted Marc all to herself. She’d already met some of the bottoms he’d played with at the Masters at Arms Club. None had indicated he had been anything more than someone to scene with. Angelina had never felt she’d been in competition for him with anyone…before this woman.
What the hell was she to Marc?
When the woman moved in to kiss Marc, he turned his face away and her red-slathered lips branded his cheek. Angelina released his arm and started to pull away, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
“If you’ll excuse us, Melissa, we have dinner plans.”
Melissa glared at Angelina again, then dismissed her and spoke to Marc. “Mama asked me to join the family for dinner tonight to welcome you home.”
Marc’s arm jerked reflexively against her back, before he relaxed it again. Angelina wished the floor would just open up now and swallow her whole if she was going to have to sit through this meet-the-parents meal from hell not only with Marc’s intimidating family, but with a woman who might be an old flame, too.
Ever polite, Marc held his arm out indicating that Melissa should precede them across the lobby. Angelina got the full impact of Melissa’s perfectly shaped ass and fuck-me stilettos as the woman undulated toward the elevator alcove in the luxury apartment building that adjoined the resort. Melissa didn’t wobble at all on the heels. Angelina would have fallen flat on her face.
Brass-encased, filigreed mirrors on three walls of the elevator alcove made it impossible to look anywhere without seeing Melissa’s absolutely stunning body. Tearing her gaze away from the woman’s perfection, Angelina looked up at the floor numbers above the elevator doors, watching as one of two cars made its way slowly to the first floor.
She wished she’d gone with Damián and Savi to dinner at the lodge. She did not want to be here. The red floor numbers blurred, and she blinked away the tears of frustration and trepidation. When the bell dinged and the door opened, Melissa walked into the elevator with her head held high, as if she owned the place. She turned and pushed the button for the floor she obviously knew by heart, then gave Angelina a look that clearly stated, “I belong here. You don’t.”
When Angelina would have followed her into the elevator, Marc’s arm around her waist held her back. Puzzled, she looked up at him and he grinned at Melissa.
“Tell Mama we’ve been detained a bit, but will be there shortly.”
The doors began to close on a glaring Melissa who realized too late she’d been outmaneuvered. Angelina smiled back at her, just before the doors closed.
“Come, cara. We need to talk.”
Oh, Dio. Maybe she wasn’t ready to find out what this woman had been to Marc.
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