My latest work appears in the anthology Wicked Christmas Wishes, which published at Melange Books 12/4/11. A second excerpt from the first story in the anthology, Kink, is below. (if your looking for the first excerpt, it was the first post today that ended up being labelled 13th instead of 14th – my bad)
Blurb:
Paul believes his marriage with his beloved Joy is wonderful, that their sex life is both varied and fulfilling. Yet when Joy reveals her heart's desire is more kink, Paul is determined to not only fulfill her wish, but to give her a Christmas that satisfies her wildest fantasies.
Buy Link: http://www.melange-books.com/authors/anthologies/WickedChristmasWishes.html
Excerpt from Kink by Tara Fox Hall:
Christmas Eve came complete with snow and ice, cancelling the dinner Paul and Joy had planned to attend. Paul looked out at the flakes nervously. His plan had them beginning the scenario on the way home. Now he'd have to wing it.
Everything else was all set in the guest bedroom, at least. He could do this. He just had to believe he could, like Sin had said.
"Honey?" he called. "I have a present I wanted you to open tonight. Were you working on anything, or are you ready to sign off work for Christmas?"
"Ready, willing and able," Joy said tiredly. She plopped down on the couch. "We are done for the night, and the weekend, too. Would you pour me some wine?"
"Sure," Paul said, opening a bottle of Shiraz. "But there is one present I really want you to open now. I”Ÿve been waiting all day, and I can't wait until tomorrow morning. It's there in front of you on the table."
Joy shot him a curious look. "You're eager, Mr.-I-Don't-Care-About-Presents. What's in here?"
"A surprise," Paul said, sitting back as he watched her unwrap it. "One I've been working hard on all week. I hope you like it."
Joy took a large sip of her wine, then dove in, tearing the wrapping paper away from the box in large strips. She yanked at the taped top, splitting the tape in two, then folded back the two halves. Her face registered absolute shock, then glee.
"Where did you get this?" she asked in awe, lifting out the black harness, the soft leather and metal rings glistening in the winking lights of the tree. "It's beautiful."
"That's not everything," Paul said huskily. "Look deeper."
Joy set the harness aside, then moved away the tissue paper. Her eyes widened as she lifted out over the knee spike heeled boots, the black leather creaking. "There's something in one—"
"In both, actually," Paul encouraged. "Take a look."
Joy slipped a small whip with a tassel on the end out of one boot, and then a black motorcycle cap and set of long black leather gloves out of the other boot. She looked up at Paul. "Do you want me to try them on?" she purred.
It was her aroused tone. And he hadn't even gotten to the scenario yet! Encouraged, Paul nodded. "Hell, yes. I”Ÿve been eager to see how they look."
"Wait right there," Joy said, then left quickly with the box.
In twenty minutes, she was back, the transformation complete. Her curls were fluffed under the leather cap, her eyes made up, her exhaustion forgotten as she stood proud and strong before him, balancing perfectly in the heels. The leather getup fit her perfectly: her breasts threatening to spill from the deep cups, her inviting hips riveting, the whip in one delicately gloved hand.
"I can see you like it," Joy purred. Her gloved hand moved upward languidly, and then she crooked a finger. "Come here to your master."
She was following it! He just had to keep his cool. Paul nodded, took a long swallow of wine for courage, then set down the glass. He came to stand before her, then went to his knees. "Mistress. How may I serve you?"
"Mmm," Joy said, the pleased sound rolling out of her as she shifted her weight. "I like the sound of that. First, I want you to undress before me."
Paul took off his shirt, and stood, slipping off his pants and underwear. As he turned to face her, Joy flicked him slightly with the whip, the tassel gently hitting his rigid cock. Paul gasped, his penis bobbing as he drew back.
"I didn”Ÿt give you permission to stand," Joy said darkly. "I”Ÿll have to punish you now—"
"No," Paul said roughly, grabbing the whip away. He took it in his hands, then broke it with a sharp crack. Joy's eyes widened, her lips parting. Before she could move, Paul pushed her into the chair behind her, then straddled her. "I have something else in mind, Mistress."
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