Something Brave Cover Reveal

Please welcome my friend and fellow author, Victoria Blisse, who is here to reveal the cover of her new release, Something Brave!

“You can call me Sir.” Something Brave Cover Reveal

Victoria Blisse’s newest BDSM novella is available for Pre-order at Totally Bound now. It’s the story of a shy vanilla woman and how she meets the only man she’s ever wanted to submit to. Felicity discovers her kinky side with the help of a Man she only knows as ‘Sir.’

Blurb:

Blushing, hesitant 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, becoming 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? 

General Release Date: 17th November 2015

Excerpt:

“Oh, I think of you all the time, Felicity. When I’m meant to be concentrating on the figures, one…” She felt an explosion of heat just above her belly button a second after he paused, and she gasped and pulled her stomach in.

“Two.” Another drop landed a little higher, between her ribs, and she felt the two hot impact spots melting together into a river of warmth.

“Well, you get the idea.”

She heard the mirth in his voice. He was enjoying watching her squirm. Another drop of wax splashed between her breasts. The impact burned, and she writhed against her bonds. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t pleasant, but the warmth and the condensing pull of the cooling wax was strangely sensual. She wanted more as much as she wanted it to stop.

“I think of you over breakfast, whenever I see a pretty item of jewelery, when I look out of my office window, when I touch my desk. I see you there, stretched out and eager for your spanking. I think about you when I pick up my briefcase, when I loosen my tie. All the time, Felicity. You’re always on my mind.”

She heard a rasp, sensed movement beside her. Had he put the candle down?

“I get overwhelmed by thoughts of you all the time.”

Another dribble landed at the top of her left breast and the drop turned into a stream that burned a trail down to just before her nipple. She clenched her teeth, expecting the burning to explode on her sensitive nub, but it didn’t. She relaxed.

“Another confession, Felicity. When I think of you, I get turned on.”

You can Pre-order Something Brave from Totally Bound now, Early download will be available on the 20^th October exclusively at my publisher’s site and general release is the 17^th November.

Bio:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk  for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

Wednesday Briefs: No Way Out #14

Happy, happy Hump Day! Hard to believe the week is half over already! And yes, if it's Wednesday, it must be time for the Wednesday Briefers to entertain us with their flash fiction! This week, I used a picture prompt.

Last week, as you'll recall, Shy prepared himself and the bedroom, according to Randy's specifications. This week, the celebration continues. But what is Shy getting out of this? Find out in No Way Out #14. Then don't forget to visit the other Briefers, whose links follow my tale. Enjoy!

No Way Out #14

Randy laid the empty glass on the table, swiping at his mouth. “He never knew what hit him!” he crowed. “I stole the Big V right out from under Ken Leiland’s nose. Wait ‘til he finds out the account he thought was in the bag went to me!”

Shy watched Randy’s excitement growing along with his cock, as the viagara took hold. He’d looked up how it worked once, curious to know the mechanics. Apparently, it had to do with specific arteries that weren’t working properly, and the pill, which was targeted to them, opened them up. Uninhibited blood flow led to a hard-on. Also a warning about an erection lasting more than four hours. Though people joked about it, there was a medical reason why that was dangerous, and not a very funny one. Luckily, Randy had never been in that situation.

Shy suspected if he were, he’d blame Shy for his dysfunction.

He was under no illusion that Randy was sharing this particular triumph with him. This wasn’t the first time he’d come home for a nooner following a particularly satisfying coup at the office. Randy was in love with the sound of his own voice. He enjoyed bragging, and Shy just happened to be in the room. Nothing more.

He couldn’t help but think that Wyatt would be more considerate.

Lost in his own thoughts, it took a second for Shy to realize Randy’s gloat had stopped. He glanced and found Randy’s eyes trained on him, and he fought the rising panic that threatened to overtake him, forcing his face into its usual passivity.

Randy tapped one finger against his closed lips, thoughtfully. Shy had no idea what, if anything, he was thinking. He seldom did.

“Stroke yourself hard.” Randy commanded and Shy instantly obeyed. He palmed his soft cock and brought it to an erect state with practiced ease.

“Put on the cock ring,” Randy instructed.

Shy hastened to obey. “Yes, Sir.” To an outside observer, Randy’s calm face was no cause for alarm. But Shy could see the grey eyes beginning to darken, and his skin crawled at the knowledge. What did he know, or what did he think he knew? He fought to keep his breath even. Reveal nothing, give nothing away.

The cock ring resembled a dog’s collar, black leather and studded. It was adjustable. At its loosest it was not too bad, but on some settings it could be brutal. It all depended on Randy’s mood. Normally, Shy was allowed to keep it looser than not.

He left it in that particular position, awaiting more orders.

“Tighter,” Randy instructed.

Shy adjusted it a notch. “Again.”

Shy pulled it as far as it would go, trapping his erection in the vise-like grip of the cock ring. It was painful now, but he didn’t let on. It wouldn’t be forever, just until they were done here.

Randy’s expression was inscrutable. Shy had regained control. He presented his usual compliant face to the man who considered himself his master, his dominant. Dom, for short. Randy had rules, and Shy obeyed them. Randy had begun to instill his rules into Shy at the age of fifteen. After he bought Shy from Shy’s mother, Doreen.

Shy knew nothing else.

Shy waited patiently for Randy’s next command. He assumed Randy would wish to be lubed, and would want Shy to prepare himself for his entrance. Although Randy had requested the paddle, Shy didn’t anticipate he would use it. That was generally for discipline purposes, and seldom used. There were different types of paddles. This one was wooden, and it hurt. But it was the one Randy had specified.

Shy had been paddled a lot in the beginning, when he was just a child. He had confused the strokes with love. He knew differently now. There was no love between them, only obedience. Love was not real, it was a myth. The subject of sappy books and stupid fairy tales.

Love did not exist.

Randy poured himself another glass of champagne and sipped at it, regarding Shy over the rim. “Have a good day?”

Shy nodded, not trusting his voice. Where had that question come from?

“Anything... special... happen?”

“I got what you asked for.” As if catering to Randy’s every whim were the only special occasion in Shy’s life.

The eyes seemed darker, unblinking. Shy fought against the need to run.

Fuck me and go. Please.

“Anything you want to tell me?”

Shy shook his head.

Randy surprised Shy by taking a seat on the edge of the bed, close to the table. Closer to the lube, perhaps?

Randy patted his bare thighs. “Bend over. “

Wh-what?

“Now.”

Oh Jesus, why hadn’t he moved fast enough, when the words first left Randy’s lips. Not stopping to think, Shy did as he was told, stretching out across Randy’s lap.

Please, don’t let him be mad, don’t let him be mad, don’t let—

The first stroke took Shy by surprise. He released an inadvertent gasp. Randy didn’t seem to notice or care. The hard wood bit into Shy’s tender flesh. It stung. The next one felt a little harder. So were the third and fourth.

Pain flamed through his body like wildfire, a liquid warmth that stole through his veins. He gritted his teeth, knowing Randy couldn’t see, not with his hand bent down as it was.

When Randy paused, Shy prayed that he was done. That he’d order him on to the bed and then fuck him. He heard the bottle of champagne clunk on the table. Must have wanted another drink.

The cold wet liquid shocked Shy. It burned into his bruised cheeks and stung like the very devil. This time he couldn’t help the moan. It was wrung from him, against his will.

He felt Randy’s tongue lap at his wet skin. It didn’t ameliorate the pain in any way.

Tears stung his eyes.

“You’re mine, Shylor. No one else’s,” Randy hissed.

Oh fuck...

to be continued

Now, go see what the others are up to!

Victoria Adams 

A.R. Von 

BL Morticia 

Andrew Gordon 

Lily Sawyer      

Nephylim     

MA Church    

Cia Nordwell

Tali Spencer    

 Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie