The thought of his hand prints on my skin for days excited me to no end...

Bestseller? I guess. All I know is, my very first book with eXcessica, Double Booked , still sells strong. To the point that it surprises me. If I could run numbers (which I can't because it makes my brain hurt) I'd say that I've sold more of this download than any other. I think the appeal is a nice balance of intense, irrational, lustful attraction and yes, a dirty-dirty storyline. So, I woke today with lots on my brain. One of the things was spankings and I found this. I haven't posted a snippet from this book forever and today seems like a good day to do it!



From Double Booked by Sommer Marsden
copyright Sommer Marsden

My body was humming. I felt exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. Limp. Now his hands simply slid over my buttocks like warm air. Soft and soothing touches. I let out a contented sigh as the last few flickers of orgasm worked through me. Anthony had taken a seat on the sofa and draped me over his lap just like a child about to receive a spanking. At any other time this would have bothered me immensely. At the moment, I didn’t care. I wasn’t offended and it didn’t seem at all unnatural.

He soothed my skin with gentle touches and I felt my nipples brush the coarse hair on his thighs. He hadn’t touched them once but they were tender as if he had spent hours plucking and pinching them. I rested my forehead on his knee and let my body fight to find its equilibrium.

“Why didn’t you?” I murmured because I wanted to know. I moved my arm and felt his cock, hard and ready under his pajama pants. Plain navy blue pants that sat low on his hipbones. So simple and yet on him overwhelmingly sexy.

“Why didn’t I what?” he asked softly and then surprised me by smoothing my hair the same way he had smoothed my skin.

“Why didn’t you fuck me?” I asked softly. “I would have let you. I know it and you know it. I would have let you fuck me right then and there even though you had just fucked her.”

He stared at me hard as I turned my head to see his face. He didn’t stop smoothing my hair, though. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Yes and no,” I sighed. I shrugged and my face grew hot. I was blushing. For whatever reason, that admission was more embarrassing than having just counted off ten spankings for peeking at him having sex and masturbating to boot.

“Explain.” He smiled just a little and that smile made something inside of me that had been hard and brittle for far too long loosen just a touch.

“It bothers me because it’s not really like me. I think things through. It doesn’t bother me because when…” I took a deep breath and pushed the words out like a calming breath, “…it comes to you I stopped trying to understand my reactions. My reactions never make sense when it comes to you.”

“Why is that?” His eyes had returned to their normal calm green. He shifted a little but kept me draped over his lap. His cock was hard, that much I knew. I wanted to touch it but didn’t. I didn’t trust myself.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly.

He nodded as if satisfied and returned his hands to soothing my less fiery ass cheeks. I would bruise, that I knew. Most likely red and blue and purple bruises that would slowly fade to greens and yellows. The thought of his hand prints on my skin for days excited me to no end.

“So, why didn’t you?” I pushed. “Why didn’t you fuck me when you knew you could?”

He met my gaze and began to move me off his lap. As he stood he looked down at me. I knelt on the floor looking up, doing my best to understand.

“You’re not ready,” he said and touched my forehead. “You’re not ready, Blyth. But when you are. I will.”

Then he left the room. I watched him shut the door and heard the TV switch on.

“When will I be ready?” I asked the empty room.

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The snow is still on the lawns and roofs and it is festive and grand. I have a little writing, a little puttering and a lot of laziness to fill my day. Hope yours is fabulous!

XOXO
Sommer