Can it really be the third week in May?  It must be so, because this is the Dungeon Crawl, for May 21.  That’s frightening all by itself.

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This will be the last excerpt from my BDSM Romance Novel,

A PROMISE OF PASSION.

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Without the influence of the alcohol Vivien was keenly aware of the hot flood between her legs, and the drumbeat of her heart against her chest. Her sense of helplessness filled her with an intoxicating excitement, strangely mixed with serenity. She loved the blindfold, the mystery, the way she found herself listening intently to the sounds of him moving around the room.

“You look…so divine,” he purred, sitting next to her. “Such soft, pale skin.”

His fingers were dusting across her stomach, then whispered to her nipples where they toyed for moment before delivering a sharp pinch to each.

“Do you like to be at my mercy?” he breathed, his mouth at her ear.

“I love it,” she sighed.

“There will be a day that you will be at my mercy for a long time,” he promised, then smiled as he heard the sharp intake of breath. “We will lead up to that day, you will learn how to enjoy the euphoria of leisure, how to control your patience. I will teach you with pain and pleasure…if you want. Do you want?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered.

“This is my good girl,” he murmured, eliciting a quiet moan.

Sliding his hand between her thighs he slapped her lightly, watched her body stiffen, then a moment later relax. Staring down at the pink palm print he dropped his head and licked around it, listening to her soft moans, then moving his fingers against her sex, finding her satisfyingly wet, be rubbed his thumb against her entrance as he circled her clit with his tongue.

“Oh, Dominic, that’s amazing,” she muttered.

He did not acknowledge her, but continued twirling his tongue as his thumb teased, promising to enter, pushing and releasing in a steady cadence. This was a dance he knew would send her blood rushing, her thighs would ache to squeeze together, but the simple bondage would interfere and her aching need would grow into an intense craving.

Dominic was very patient when it came to providing pleasure and exacting discipline. He derived much delight watching the joyful reactions of a woman’s body, and with Vivien that delight was great, not because she was so beautiful, but because strong feelings for her were filling his heart.

It was her writhing that told him when it was time to gently retreat, and moving up her body, kissing as he made the journey, he lingered at her breasts, devouring them hungrily, finally sliding off the bed and untying her limbs.

“On to your knees,” he directed, “wide apart.”

Breathlessly swept up in her need, she rolled on to her stomach and assumed the position, waiting impatiently for him to impale her, but Dominic took his time, allowing his fingers to do the initial exploration before slipping his cock home.

“Vivien, there is something in your past, a guilty secret you have carried for a long time. Something you did that was very naughty, something you were never punished for,” he said firmly. “Isn’t that so?”

His voice was thick, his accent seemed stronger, and she whimpered into the pillow she’d pulled under her head.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “How did you know?”

“You don’t have to tell me what it is, but you think about it as I spank you. I am going to punish you for it, and then I will bring you the pleasure.”

“What?”

“You do need to be punished, don’t you?” he pressed.

“Yes, yes, I do,” she uttered, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Her pussy was on fire, every nerve in her body was alive, she was aching to come, but first she would have to succumb to his discipline. Why it was such a deliciously decadent thought she wasn’t sure, but it sent a rush of wanting through her legs, and she squirmed against him.

“Ah, so you understand. Now I will spank you,” he declared, and immediately slapped down, sparking her bottom with a hot sting. Her pussy grabbed him, and he resisted the urge to pump, keeping himself buried as he spanked, his swats delivered with a practiced rhythm, turning her skin scarlet.

“Owwww,” she wailed, “I’m sorry.”

“Good, you are sorry,” he declared, continuing to smack her, “but I’m not finished.”

As his hand bounced from cheek to cheek she squirmed against his cock, inflaming them both, fueling their ardor.

“You were a naughty little girl sometimes, weren’t you, Vivien?”

“Yes,” she panted, “I was.”

“You got away with all sorts of things because you were so beautiful?”

“Yes,” she wailed as his hand continued it’s slapping.

“But you’ll know better with me, won’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“You’ll know there will be punishment, and sometimes you’ll be naughty just to feel this, but be careful, because there are other ways to teach a lesson to a naughty girl.”

“Ohhhh, Dominic, please take me, please,” she begged, thrusting her bottom against his hardness.

“Just a few more, and then yes, then I will fuck you.”

She howled and wriggled as he landed a several more sound smacks, then abruptly his stinging hand became a comforting caress.

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” she breathed.

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I hope you enjoyed this last excerpt, and should you wish to enjoy the entire novel, just click on the image to the right.  It will take you to the Amazon page where the book can found.

Have a wonderful rest of your week, and please stop by my fellow authors for a taste of more decadent dungeon delights. 

https://www.amazon.com/author/maggiecarpenter

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