Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Friday, August 13, 2021

A Little Slap And Tickle... 😉

Hey Everyone!! 😊

Happy Friday! Since we've all survived another week, I thought it might be nice to celebrate a little. Or, at least, to take a peek at how the Fae celebrate. 😉 Enjoy...

Excerpt from Bound by the Summer Prince:

Uaine used his grip on his Anamchara’s hair to steer her over to the bed. Bending her over the foot of the bed, he pressed the upper part of her body onto the mattress while leaving her feet on the floor. Kicking her legs apart to spread them, he said, “Don’t move.”

Roni felt the moisture from her pussy start to trickle down her thighs as her lover lifted her robe up and arranged it over her back. He laid his hand on her ass, and its warmth seemed to penetrate to every fiber of her being. As he massaged her ass cheeks, she leaned into his hand and moaned.

Smack! His hand came down across her behind and she yelped. As she pushed up from the bed, another blow landed followed by a sharp command, “Stay down!” Over and over his hand met her ass. At first it created a pleasant tingling that went to her pussy, but soon the pain began to register. She was just considering using her safeword when he stopped, and massaged her battered flesh.

“Do not move or speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

She nodded against the bed.

“Good.” Uaine stepped back and looked at his mate, careful to remain out of her line of sight.

The silence in the room seemed to grow as Roni lay half on the bed. She wasn’t sure if the prince was still present; the Fae often moved so softly she did not hear them enter or exit a room. After several minutes, the uncertainty got to her and she stood up from the bed to see if he was still there.

Turning her head, she barely caught a glimpse of a blur as he moved faster than her eyes could track. Suddenly, he was behind her, one hand gripped firmly in her hair at the base of her skull and the other arm wrapped around her arms and waist pinning her to his body. Gasping at how abruptly she had been yanked off of her feet, she struggled against his hold.

His grip was like an iron band around her middle, she could feel the restrained strength in his body and it made her hot. Moaning, she relaxed against him and allowed her curves to melt into the firmness of his chest.

Leaning down, Uaine licked her ear and whispered, “You don’t listen very well, do you?”

Nearly panting with need, she writhed in his grasp. She could feel how hard his cock was against her ass, and how it jumped when she moved. “You wouldn’t really want me to, would you?”

Want to find out if Roni's listening skills improve? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! 😊