Author: Jaye Elise

Triple Play Q&A with Golden Angel

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Hello all! It’s fun to get back to hosting the Triple Play Q&A in the New Year! To get things started, I’ve got the talented, friendly Golden Angel with me! Please help me to welcome Angel to the blog!

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Hi! I’m Golden Angel! I’m a nerdy, theater-loving, Harry Potter obsessed, kinky bibliophile with a penchant for books about spankings, BDSM, shifters, vampires, bad boys, and anything in between. I love to read and I love to write!

My books tend to focus on alpha males and strong sassy heroines who probably like to submit in the bedroom (although rarely anywhere else).

Nice to meet you, Angel! And now it’s time for your Triple Play Q&A!!!

What does your writing space look like when you’re in the thick of a project?

Like my dining room table got taken over by a laptop and a lot of dirty dishes. =P No, but seriously, I often move out of my home office and into the dining room to write so I can at least be NEAR my husband since the home office is upstairs and our dining room is attached to the living room where he is. Otherwise, I would miss him so…

I also tend to go ahead and eat my dinner there so I can try and finish up my stuff in time to do stuff with him before going to bed. Usually play a board game or just snuggle.

PhilipsRules Bridal Discipline Promo Social Media Poster GAWhat’s the best book you’ve read recently and what made it exceptional?

Oh geeze… ask the hard questions why don’t you!

I read a ton and a lot of it is really fantastic. It’s not a new release but I FINALLY got around to reading Beyond Forever by Kit Rocha and it was just everything I wanted it to be. Kit Rocha is a hardcore favorite of mine and getting to read the early story of Dallas and Lex, seeing how they met, how their relationship progressed to the point where Beyond Eden picks up, AND having the world be so perfectly seamless… it was just a masterpiece. It’s not often you get to see how a character becomes a badass and they did an amazing job of showing us who Dallas was before he was THE O’Kane and the beginning of his journey to getting there, and working it so seamlessly into everything they’d already created.. I cannot recommend the Beyond series enough, and this latest installment in the O’Kane For Life was just so beautifully done to me as both an author and a reader.

TSS_AUDIBLEIf you ran into your thirteen year-old self, what piece of solid advice would you give them?

Okay, this is kind of funny because at thirteen I actually wrote my first book. I was obsessed with Christopher Pike and we were doing creative writing in my English class and so I started writing a really gruesome horror / murder mystery. My classmates ended up getting really into it and I wrote them all in as characters and let them choose how they were going to die—occasionally giving suggestions if they couldn’t come up with an idea. My favorite was the guy who wanted to be eaten alive by a horde of rats.

And then after that I stopped writing. I loved it so much but I didn’t see it as a viable option for a career. I’ve always been both very creative and very practical, and I just had absolutely no confidence in myself at that point, even though my classmates loved it. I thought they just loved it because I put them in it. So I didn’t write anymore because I didn’t think anyone else would be interested and therefore it wasn’t something worth doing and I focused my energies on other things.

Now where I am today, having been writing for a free website for over a decade and writing books for sale for about 6 1/2 years, I wish I could tell my 13 year old self to just write. To just do what you love, because even before I started selling books when I was making no money off of it, writing just made me so happy and I’m a little sad I lost out on that happiness for close to 7 years. Sure, there were other things that made me happy as well—theater, gymnastics, my friends, reading—but I do wish I’d kept up writing through that time, and not just getting creative with class assignments.

If you love something, just do it. Make time for it. It doesn’t matter if it never makes you any money or helps with anything else in your life; loving it makes it worth the time and effort.

Breaking the Chain Stronghold Series SMPromo GoldenAngelThank you so much, Angel, for sharing with us!!! That’s some great advice you’ve given…and not just for teenagers! 🙂 What a wonderful way to get 2018 going on the Triple Play!! If you’d like to find out even more about Angel, or would be interested in picking up some of her fantastic books, please click around the links below and go to town!

The Tools of Marina’s Submission: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story

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Plugs from WDAHello all!

For those of you who read my last Wicked Daddy-inspired story, you’ll know I’m a huge fan of his mission and that his products tend to, ahem, get the creative juices flowing. 😉 After trying out yet another of the multiple items I purchased from the Wicked Daddy Academy site—the Solid Core Heavy Metal Anal Plug Set—I had to put pen to paper and capture all the kinky goodness! I’d dabbled a bit with these kinds of toys before, but the balanced weight and attention to detail on these bad boys is next level. I mean…whoa.

Wicked Daddy has decided he likes my stories and will continue to offer a freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Aren’t we the lucky ones?? If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks as always, WD, for your generosity!

The story below was inspired by the toys themselves, and by all the folks out there who might not be able to be with the special person in their life whenever they’d like. So, whether you consider yourself a kinkster through and through, or if you simply enjoy the pleasure of having your partner feel your presence from a distance, this story is dedicated to you. 🙂

And now, for your (reading) pleasure, I give you “The Tools of Marina’s Submission”…enjoy! 😉

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By all measures, it had been a rough week. Her car had broken down on the way to work and she’d missed a crucial meeting with the owners of the club, setting back her negotiation for a raise by weeks. Her favorite pair of heels—the ones she’d splurged on while in Milan—had been destroyed in a freak rainstorm. And the extra couple glasses of wine she’d indulged in to get through the week’s drudgery had given her a hangover worthy of a college kid on Spring Break.

Yeah, it had been a rough week.

But when she finally got home in the early dawn hours Saturday morning and grabbed her mail from the box, a curiously heavy, nondescript package awaited her. And although she didn’t recognize the return address, a knowing smile crossed her lips. She knew exactly where it had come from.

Sir.

Although she was a no-nonsense manager of Seattle’s hottest punk club in her day-to-day life, Marina found herself at her most comfortable when she could let herself go, when she could submit to his will, when she could surrender her decisions to the man who understood her better than anyone.

And he’d promised her a surprise.

She’d never met him in person and only knew him as “K”, yet for the past three months, he’d plumbed the depths of Marina’s submission and had revealed within her a seemingly endless source of strength, courage, and curiosity. They’d met online, and through a carefully crafted series of rules, text messages, e-mails, and regular phone contact, Marina had come alive under his tutelage.

The dense white box now tucked between her palms formed part of his plan for her.

Letting herself into her small, immaculate condo, she set her things on the sideboard next to the door before removing every last article of clothing she wore. It was part of the protocol he’d established for her—no clothes in the house under any circumstances. While challenging at first, Marina had grown accustomed to the feel of her skin across the various surfaces in her home. A soft, fleecy blanket to cuddle on the couch. The light constriction and crinkling of her nipples as the air conditioning kicked on. The cool granite edge of the counter top pressing against her tummy as she washed dishes. Each new sensation became a revelation for her, reinforcing K’s mastery of her body and soul.

After gathering her clothes and the box and making her way to her bedroom, she fired up her laptop to see K’s instructions for the day. As expected, only one e-mail awaited her in her personal account, and it was from him.

Welcome home, Marina, and happy Saturday. Based on our conversations from earlier this week, I’m inclined to believe you’ve been looking forward to this weekend more than you normally would. Trust me when I tell you that I have too, my good girl.  

You should have received a package today. I want you to open it, explore the contents, and call me immediately after you do.

Yours as you are Mine,

—K

Marina obeyed his orders as she always did, using a pair of nail scissors to help her slice open the tape on the box. Within the folds of pretty paper, she found three black velvety pouches, each one larger than the next. When she loosened the drawstring on the smallest pouch, a glimmer caught her eye as she deposited the heavy, bejeweled plug into her hand.

The sheer density of the pretty little toy caught her off guard. How could something so tiny, so fetching, weigh so much? And as she opened each subsequent baggie, the plugs grew in size. The last one, though not overly large, must have weighed a full pound.

Her sex and snug little rear clenched in sync with one another—the former because of the knowledge of what K intended to do with the plugs, the latter due to her relative inexperience with anal play. She bit her bottom lip as she considered the three plugs resting in her hands, gifts from the man to whom she owed a call.

Picking up the phone, she dialed her Dom as ordered, imagining him awaiting her call in his home office, bare-chested and clad only in his work slacks.

“Hello, my good girl. How do you like the present I sent?” His voice smooth and supportive, encouraging her to open herself up to him. In every sense of the words.

“Hello, Sir. I l-love them… I mean, um, they’re beautiful and I love that you think I’m ready for these.” Normally composed and confident, she secretly relished K’s ability to render her vulnerable.

“You’re ready. And, in fact, you’re going to start your plug training right now, my girl.” The breath hitched in her throat, her bottom clenching yet again. “Put the phone down, lubricate the smallest of the three, then get back on the phone so I can insert it for you.”

She followed his instructions, feeling her pussy weep in anticipation of his command of her body, and quickly snagged the phone, putting it on speaker, as she hopped back on the bed.

“I’m here, Sir. Please…please put my plug in for me.” Marina’s sotto voce plea surged from a place of longing and need she hadn’t known before meeting K. She was his to command and she obeyed implicitly.

“That’s my good girl,” he hissed through his teeth, clearly aroused at his beautiful submissive’s ready compliance. “Your hands are now my hands, Marina,” he explained. “Kneel on the bed, take the plug in my hand, spread your cheeks, and press it against your bottom hole.”

“Yes, Sir.” Imagining his deft fingers parting her rear, Marina reached around, held herself open, and nudged the heavy tip of the plug against her, the chilled metal and K’s implicit dominance eliciting a full body shudder from her.

“Now,” his voice called to her in her semi-darkened bedroom, “use light strokes to slowly stretch yourself, pumping gently, before fully seating it in that gorgeous ass of yours.”

The pure eroticism of his words emboldened her and, imagining his hands taking control of her body, she did as he commanded. After a minute or so and with a slight pinch and a low moan, her tight ring swallowed the petite, impactful plug and the jeweled end was all that remained visible, her vanity mirror providing an excellent view of her exposed bottom.

“It’s in, Sir,” she moaned, rubbing her legs together while tapping on the base of the plug with her—no, his—fingers. The weight of the toy caressed her from the inside, both unsettling and comforting her.

“What a good girl. I’m so proud of you,” he cooed, as she looked over at the opened box and eyed the other two toys remaining there. “You’re going to wear that for me the rest of the weekend—only taking it out for bathroom needs and bathing—then it goes straight back in. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Once we see how you’ve adapted, I’ll decide how long you’ll be wearing it during the week.” She couldn’t stifle the low moan from deep in her chest as she considered and clenched around the delectable toy now tucked safely inside her. “And make no mistake, Marina. These plugs aren’t training your ass to take me. I’ve got other tools at my disposal for that,” he chuckled softly. “No, these plugs are to remind you of who owns that ass, of who you submit to, of the nature of our relationship.”

Marina wished she could find the words to thank him for his dedication, for his devoted attention to her and her submission, but she was still working on accommodating the plug, suckling on it with her tight rim and exploring the sensations and emotions coursing through her.

Weighty, yet floating. Pleasantly full. Aroused. Clit pulsing. Submissive.

“And each week, I’m going to fit you with the next size, until you’re able to withstand days on end with that solid pound of plug inside you.”

“But…” Marina was unable to silence herself before the beginning of a rebuke surfaced.

“But what, Marina?” His voice carried an edge to it. A patient edge, but an edge nonetheless.

“Sorry, Sir…it’s just…it’s just I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the large plug in by myself.” She couldn’t keep the note of defeat out of her voice, but he expected honesty from her in all things. And this situation was no exception.

“Mhm,” he murmured, “I understand your concerns, and had some thoughts about that. So, I’ve got a flight to Seattle reserved for two weeks from now. If you can be my good girl and wear your plugs for me as I’ve instructed, how would you feel if I were to come out and put in the large one for you?”

In the tenure of their time together, and with her snug little passage clutching the tangible reminder of his dominance, Marina couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more like his. And those were the best words she’d ever heard from his lips.

“It sounds wonderful, Sir,” she whispered, a tear welling in the corner of her eye. “And I’ll be your good girl.”

“I know you will, baby. Now and always. I’ll see you in two weeks…”

Release Day for Rules of the Wild (and a Romantic Excerpt!)

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My co-author, Jack Crosby, and I are excited to announce the release of our first collaboration, Rules of the Wild—now available on Amazon! And if you think that cover is something else (she says while fanning herself), just wait until you dig in to the pages of this thrilling erotic romance!

Here’s a quick blurb…and then stay tuned for a romantic excerpt guaranteed to leave you a little weak in the knees! 😉

Blurb for Rules of the Wild:

After her father’s gambling addiction finally catches up with him and his debts put her life in danger as well, Emy Forester is forced to go into hiding in Juneau, Alaska. Planning to start a new life, she finds a job at a local pub, and it is there that she first sets eyes on Tobias Wyatt.

Tobias is unlike any man Emy has ever met. The former game warden is as rugged, harsh, and uncompromising as the Alaskan wilderness he calls home. He is the kind of man a woman obeys unless she wants to feel his belt across her bare backside. The thought of belonging to Tobias should terrify her, but instead it leaves Emy’s heart racing and her panties soaked.

When Emy lets her curiosity get the better of her and flirts with Tobias one time too many, she ends up spanked until she is sobbing. Despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom, however, his rough, dominant lovemaking proves more satisfying than she would have thought possible, and an intense, passionate romance quickly ignites between them.

Over the coming weeks, Tobias sets out to teach Emy the proper respect for the dangers of this wild, untamed land. But the men who killed her father haven’t stopped looking for her. When Tobias learns that Emy has been lying to him about her identity, will it destroy the bond they’ve built together, or will he forgive her deception and take it upon himself to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Wild includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt from Rules of the Wild:

“Come here, Emy.”

His voice called to me from the doorway to the bedroom. I obeyed him, as I’d done since the very beginning, and was greeted by a turned-down king bed and a couple of beeswax candles glowing on the nightstands. I curled my softness against his broad body. As he pulled me to him, I picked up on his masculine scent—motor oil, wood smoke, and hard work—and my legs rubbed together instinctually. His calloused fingers clasped my chin and tilted my head back, and his eyes looked nearly black in the shadows. But as the dancing flames flickered and reflected in his gaze, I saw his need. And felt it in kind.

Yet while my body and soul craved him, my mind refused to toe the line. I was living a lie and he was falling in love with a woman who didn’t exist. On the run, in massive debt to some of the shittiest people on the face of the planet, and all alone in the world, I had no right to feel this happiness, to enjoy the comfort of just being. Of just being with him.

Thankfully, he took control of the situation before I made any foolish attempts at pushing him away. Leaning into me and wrapping a fist in my hair, he claimed my mouth as his, communicating more than any stale, rambling monologue ever could. Who needed words when you could kiss like that?

I melted into his embrace as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and ran his tongue just inside the edge of my mouth, exploring me and learning how I responded to him. I knew what he was doing. He was seeking out my tells. The hidden bits of information that would grant him further access to my body and soul. But while most men tried to find my hot buttons as quickly as possible so they could get their own pushed sooner rather than later, I understood that Tobias wasn’t most men. Far from it. He was finding out how I responded for the pure pleasure of making me feel warm, cherished, and protected.

And this kiss was hitting the mark.

If you’re looking for the perfect book to keep you warm on a long winter’s night, we hope you decide to give Rules of the Wild (and the oh-so-delicious Tobias Wyatt) a shot!

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A Nice, Naughty Massage for You…

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I thought you all might like a nice massage to help get you through the end of the week, so I started digging through some of the first material I ever wrote (never published) and found this little scene I’d like to share with you. 🙂 (And please be gentle! This is unedited, raw footage, folks!)

To give you a little background on the story and this scene, Marcus is a Dominant and has agreed to take on and train feisty graduate student Jade as a submissive in order to help her gain a better understanding of the D/s lifestyle. At this stage of the game, he’s got her face-down, loosely bound to a padded table, and he’s intent on opening her eyes to the possibilities of what pleasure can really mean…

I detect a light scent of coconut before his oiled hands make contact with my shoulders and neck. He melts into my body, skillfully manipulating each muscle and drawing soft whimpers of pleasure from my parted lips.

“Receiving pleasure, just like receiving pain,” he explains, “is a delicate balance. Part of you needs to remain in touch with the source and the placement of the stimulus, while the other part of you needs to relinquish conscious thought and simply absorb pure sensation. It’s a balance of mindfulness and unconsciousness.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Sir,” I manage to mumble through the unmitigated bliss.

“Okay, so right now, you can feel my fingers working their way across your body. Each pressure point is registering on your senses.” He works his thumbs deep into the muscles along my shoulder blades, causing me to sigh wantonly. “Now, without ignoring the sensations I’m eliciting from you, let your mind go and become the pleasure.”

I have no idea how in the hell I’m supposed to do what he’s asking, considering how deep and intense the massage is getting. Leaving one hand resting along my spine, he grabs the bottle and drips a little more oil onto my lower back. He slides his hands over the curves of my hips, back up along my vertebrae, and then down my shoulders. The contact is heavenly. And distracting beyond all measure.

I’ve never been one for mindfulness or meditation and I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know how to focus on Marcus and the massage while simultaneously surrendering to the pleasure itself. But Christ this feels wonderful…

Is he trying to turn me into some sort of hyper-aroused sex monk or something?

“You’re overthinking it and tensing up,” he chides me, sensing my internal monologue through the slight flexing of my muscles. “Don’t worry so much—we’ll work on it. For now, just enjoy the massage.”

Now this I can handle.

After a few more minutes of work on my back, he hops off the side of the table, grabbing the bottle of oil as he goes. Pouring a little more into his hands, he proceeds to massage my extremities, starting with both arms from shoulders to fingertips. Then he moves on to my legs from hips to toes. Lastly, he works on my lower back and my plump rear end. Using just a bit more oil, he kneads my rear end with firm, sensuous strokes. I would probably be more self-conscious about him being near my rear entrance and exposed pussy if I actually gave a damn about anything besides his skilled hands at this point in time. Every single touch feels like heaven.

Alternating between deep squeezes and gentle caresses, he works my backside over more than thoroughly for a good five minutes. And then, without warning, his hands are gone.

I’m too relaxed and pliable to move a muscle, but I perceive unadulterated absence without his hands touching my body. While certainly not painful, it’s the antithesis of pleasure. I want him back but am unable to verbally form the request in the midst of the hedonistic haze that’s clouded my mind.

Just when I’ve convinced myself that he’s left me here to relax and to contemplate the finer points of pleasure, he’s with me again…in a most unexpected way. Without making contact with the rest of my body, he stealthily yet firmly dips two fingers into my pussy.

And I finally understand what he’s been trying to tell me about being present while surrendering to the pleasure.

My whole body trembles uncontrollably, pulling up from the padded table, and a blast of endorphins bombards my system, flooding me with warmth and pleasure. Although his fingers are only contacting one very specific part of my anatomy, every inch of my skin senses the lingering electricity of his touch, the echo of his deep massage. He remains perfectly still inside me, but I can feel myself convulsing around him, tremors racking my restrained body. My breathing becomes uneven. It doesn’t hurt, but the second he starts pumping his fingers inside of me, I release a deep, guttural moan, manifesting my inability to grapple with what I’m feeling.

He presses a third finger into my tight wetness and I perceive an immediate change. My body stills and falls to the table. My mind becomes a flash of white that soon envelops me, while my hands flex and clench at nothingness and my toes curl upon themselves.

I can feel his fingers inside of me, working their way into my depths, but it’s a sensation of being soothed, caressed, quieted, and aroused at the same time. My breathing becomes regular again.

And I’m floating.

I hope you all enjoyed your massage… 😉

Topsy Turvy 2018…and Loving Every Minute of It

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Black & White Couple w. Lace

Okay, so I’ve got two quick confessions to make:

  1. The picture I’ve attached to this post has absolutely nothing to do with the subject matter of said post. It’s just sexy as hell and I wanted to share it with you. 😉 You’re welcome.
  2. Generally speaking, January is my least favorite month of the year.

It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s bleak, and it seems to go on forever. The Christmas decorations have all come down and the football season is nearly over. A brutal frigid snap is crossing the States and myriad responsibilities await my attention at my day job. By this point in my life, it’s a routine I’m used to and it never fails to leave me a bit down in the dumps. So when New Year’s Day rolled around again, I had every expectation that this January would play out like every other one before it. *insert sad trombone riff here*

But with a new book coming out any day now, some solid kinky ideas for new projects floating around my head, a healthy dose of naughtiness in the air, and a host of new friends that I never dreamed I’d have a year ago, this January is shaping up to be one of the best I’ve ever had!

So, thanks to all of you who are helping to make this January special! 😉

A Sneak Peek at Rules of the Wild

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Tobias HunterWithin the next couple of weeks, Stormy Night Publications will be releasing the first in a new series of collaborations with my writing partner, Jack Crosby, and we couldn’t be more excited! Rules of the Wild is the beginning of our Alaska Wild series and features one of the gruffest, orneriest, and strongest heroes we’ve ever penned—Tobias Wyatt.

And, oh my word, just wait until you see the cover… *whew* 😉

But before giving you a peek at the story, here’s a brief synopsis of the novel for context. Emy Forester and Tobias Wyatt both have secrets they’d prefer to keep hidden. When they find each other against the harsh backdrop of an Alaskan winter, will Tobias’s firm hand be enough to protect Emy from the dangerous past she’s running from? Will Emy’s sass, spark, and submission convince Tobias to risk opening himself up to love again? With plenty of twists, turns, romance, and some good old fashioned discipline, Rules of the Wild is guaranteed to keep you cozy and warm on a long winter’s night…

Rules of the Wild is spanking romance at its most intimate, man versus nature at its most gripping, and a tense thriller that will keep you tapping your Kindle all night long. We hope you love our story as much as we loved crafting it!

Here’s your sneak preview! Enjoy! 🙂

“Anything wrong?” His voice carried a note of mild concern and within seconds he was at my side, gripping my shoulder protectively.

“No, I-I’m fine. Just haven’t played in a while,” I whispered, tilting my head in the direction of the cards. “I kinda gave it up a while ago.”

“Mhm.”

I’d just dropped a bombshell on him, something I’d never even shared with my closest friends, and all I got was a noncommittal two-syllable grunt. Nice, Tobias. Shifting in his grip, I managed to tilt my head up and look into his eyes. He was only about a head taller than me, but in the cramped quarters, his sheer mass seemed to double my own.

“Sit. Please.”

I did as ordered, sliding myself into the pleather booth on one side of the table. He mirrored me, taking up position across from me before screwing caps off both bottles. Christ, the man had massive hands. I felt my pussy throb as I recalled my recent nightly fantasies, fantasies in which those hands had featured quite prominently.

The quiet lapping sounds of the water against the hull were soothing, yet the silence between us kept me from relaxing. For once, I refused to be the one to break the deadlock. And it turned out to be the best decision I’d made in a while.

“I didn’t realize the cards would be an issue. Sorry about that.”

“S’okay,” I shrugged and gave him a grin.

“I know a gambler when I see one, Emy. And you’ve been rolling the dice with me since the day we met, haven’t you?”

For all the time I’d spent assessing his tells and sussing out his moods, it never occurred to me that he’d been doing the same to me. But before I could interject, he pushed forward.

“You and me, Emy, see…we’re at a crossroads. A stalemate. Pushing and pulling, clawing and scratching. It’s the way of the wild, and believe me, it doesn’t end well for either one of us if we keep on like this.”

I had no idea where he was going with this. I only knew that I wanted to be there with him when we arrived.

“So we need something to get us past the standoff between us,” he continued. “And that’s where these cards come in. But if one hand of poker is gonna be one hand too many, I’ll come up with another solution. If it makes you feel any better, we’re not bettin’ for money.”

“What’re the stakes then?” I blurted out, not able to help myself.

“I’m so glad you asked. One hand, winner takes all. If you win, you get to ask me any question you like and I’ll answer you honestly and completely.”

“And if you win?” I squeaked.

“Well, when I win, I’m gonna take you over my knee and give you the spanking you’ve been asking for since the day I met you. I don’t know about where you’re from or what you’re used to, but actions and words have consequences up here, and I think that’s a lesson that you need to learn. And I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

Hope you enjoyed this little teaser! Please keep an eye out for Rules of the Wild, Book One in the Wild Alaska series, coming out any day now!

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A Little Inspiration…and Some FREE Naughtiness for You!

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Sexy Couple in Bed

I don’t often write about my writing process. Hell, I barely write about myself at all! Well, in the interest of turning over a new leaf as we draw ever nearer to 2018, I thought I’d talk a bit about inspiration—both what inspires me and also (hopefully) providing you with a bit of inspiration as well! 😉

Not long ago, I came across a new site in the kink world (and Seattle-based, no less!)—Wicked Daddy Academy—and took a look at some of their, ahem, unique toys. I may or may not have purchased a few (read: a shitload of) items. Purely for research purposes, I’m sure you understand… My first go-around (so to speak) with Wicked Daddy’s signature corkscrew made me a believer, and lo, the heavenly gates of inspiration opened up. *insert sophomoric euphemism about a screaming, sheet-twisting climax here* Well, I wrote a short story inspired by the toy and shared it with the creator to thank him and his team for a wholly new experience.

Wicked Daddy liked the story so much (see below), he’s shared it on his blog AND he’s offering a killer freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Woohoo! If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks, WD, for your generosity!

And for the inspiration… 😉

Cobalt Corkscrew“And have you been a good girl for your Daddy this week, baby girl?”

Lying back on the bed and completely nude, her head propped up on a pillow and legs splayed wide for the fully clothed man beside her, she wasted no time in responding.

“I’ve been so good, Daddy. No sassing, no whining, and most importantly, no coming. Just how Daddy likes it when we can’t be together during the week.” Each time they reunited, she looked forward to the ritual of reestablishing the dynamic between them. A perfect exchange of dominance and submission. A beautiful ceding of control to the man who was her everything.

“That’s what I love to hear, baby. What a good girl,” he praised her as he ran the back of his hand along her cheekbone and chin before dipping lower and twisting her nipple in a playful, lightly painful tease. “You know Daddy wishes he could be here with you all day, every day, but when he can’t, it makes him so happy knowing his baby girl is obeying his rules.” With his other hand, he slid a finger into her wetness before bringing it to his mouth and savoring her essence.

“And since you’ve been on your best behavior, I think it’s time to try something new with you. Something I’ve been holding on to for when you’ve been really good.” His grip tightened on her tender nipple and she winced as she inhaled sharply. “And I think the moment has come for you to get a nice little treat.”

It wasn’t a question, and she knew he didn’t expect a response, but it didn’t stop her from murmuring a quick thank you, Daddy. Releasing her nipple from between his fingers, he stood up and crossed the room to grab something from his dresser drawer. And when he returned to the bed, staring down at her with a look of frank, approving desire, she reveled in the need she saw in his eyes. So distracted by the dominance and possession in his gaze, at first she failed to notice the unfamiliar implement in his hand.

But when he held it out before her, inviting her to examine it, the sight of the new toy prompted her to close her legs. She didn’t know yet whether it was a protective or lascivious gesture, but knowing her Daddy, she had every suspicion it was the latter.

“Ah ah. You know the rules. Keep those legs open and that pussy accessible for your Daddy.” She spread her legs obediently, a warm flush creeping across her cheeks and chest.

The toy he held in his hand looked like some other glass toys they’d played with before. But yet so completely different. While most of the glass dildos he’d used on her were smooth, studded, or occasionally ridged, this particular toy was a perfectly smooth, deep blue corkscrew. A drill bit designed to tap into the core of her pleasure and release the wanton submissive within. A precision tool with one purpose and one purpose alone: to elicit pure sensation. And when wielded by a skilled craftsman such as her Daddy, she knew she was about to experience something truly sublime.

“Now, given that you’ve been such a good girl this week, and knowing how much my little girl doesn’t like her cold glass punishments—” she shuddered, a frisson of dread coursing through her, remembering the last time he’d used a refrigerated glass dildo in her ass, “—Daddy’s going to warm up your new toy before he uses it.”

Rubbing it between his hands, the corkscrew rose and fell between his deft palms, the solid glass clicking against the thick ring he always wore on his middle finger. “Now, let’s see what this magic wand can do, hm? I’m going to use that gorgeous pussy of yours today, baby, but someday I’ll be claiming your ass with this, too, so prepare yourself.” He winked at her, an eager smile setting up shop on his handsome face. “Hold yourself open for Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her hands sliding down her trembling belly toward her slick, bare folds. Using her long, perfectly manicured fingers, she spread her lips wide open for his inspection and to provide him access to her needy pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, occupying the space between her legs. “Here we go, baby girl.” He ran the cool tip of the toy along the length of her slit, collecting the wetness that he’d already coaxed to the surface. Even just brushing against her swollen labia, she enjoyed the solid weight of the toy. But it wasn’t until he teased the first inch inside her that she truly understood how different the thick corkscrew was from anything she’d ever experienced.

“I’m going to twist a few times and then, while you’re getting used to it, I want you to use your muscles to grip it, baby.”

With a mumbled yes, Sir and her fingers vibrating against her needy sex, she watched him screw the toy into her as a wholly new sensation flooded her pussy. Even had he not ordered her to squeeze the phallus, her over-stimulated vagina would’ve done so anyway. While her conscious mind knew there were only a couple of thick ridges embedded in her, it felt as if they’d multiplied exponentially the moment he’d penetrated her.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and encouraged her, “Another couple twists and a break for you to assimilate.” He sank the corkscrew ever deeper and an unrestrained moan escaped her lips. Her back arched off the bed, seeking as much contact with the new toy as her Daddy would permit. A fresh wave of her essence surged from her pussy and her wetness was now audible as she clenched around the toy, her Daddy lightly pumping it into her. Although she normally needed some clit stimulation to come, she was beginning to suspect that this unique implement—in Daddy’s skilled hands—was more than capable of nudging her over the edge.

“Getting close, little one? Like the feel of those ridges, do you?”

Given that she hadn’t stopped moaning since he’d slid it into her and she could barely hold herself still, his questions were more than a bit rhetorical, but she answered them nonetheless.

“Mmhmmm, Daddy…so good…so, so good…” she whimpered.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Now, you’re going to get one last hard push and then I want you to come for me.”

“Y-yes, Sir. P-please, Sir,” she stammered, not caring how desperate her voice sounded to his ears. And judging by the solid outline of his cock in his jeans, he loved hearing her pleas.

With a couple final twists and his palm pressed to the base of the toy, he sunk all six and half inches of the ridged glass into her pussy, fucking her senseless. The pressure against her cervix combined with the thick blades stroking her G-spot combined to sucker punch her with one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had.

But as she screamed out her release, Daddy surprised her yet again with another feature of the new toy. Instead of unscrewing it from her clenched wetness, he drew the corkscrew straight out during her climax, triggering her to squirt and soaking the towel he’d so cleverly laid out beneath her before their play session.

Silly with blissful satisfaction and exhausted after her powerful release, she let go of her pussy lips and covered her smiling eyes with her forearm. “What did you just do to me, Daddy?” she giggled sleepily.

“Well, if you’re not sure, baby girl, I guess that means I need to do it again, hm?” Her eyes shot open and registered the devilish smirk on his face before a fresh surge of lust pumped through her veins.

“Now, open yourself up again for me, and let’s find out what this thing can really do…”

Merry (early) Christmas, Kinksters!

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Hello all!

With Christmas right around the corner, I wanted to reach out to everyone and wish you all the best this holiday season! 🙂

Yes, I know this time of year can be stressful for many.

Yes, I know that family (whether biological or otherwise) can try our patience.

Yes, I know it’s challenging to see joy in others’ eyes when you might not feel that same joy yourself.

Well, I wish I had some sort of kinktastic, zen magic to tap into to make everything merry and bright. Unfortunately, I don’t. But what I do have is compassion, positivity, and happiness to spare. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you find yourself in need of some light (and even if you loathe this time of year), don’t be afraid to reach out to others—kinky or not—and soak up a bit of that warm, cozy glow.

Dom/me or sub, Daddy or baby girl, Master/Mistress or slave, and/or any other designation you embrace, you deserve some light, love, and naughtiness. This time of year and always.

Big hugs! –Jaye 🙂

A Teaser from “The Kink of the Magi”

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My contribution to the Mischief Under the Mistletoe anthology is “The Kink of the Magi”, a naughty take on O. Henry’s holiday classic. The anthology is now available for preorder on Amazon for only $0.99! That’s fourteen hot stories for less than it costs to…to…. Hell, you can’t get anything for $0.99 cents these days! What a steal!!! 😉

Anyhoo, here’s a steamy, scorching snippet from my story and I hope you enjoy! 🙂

“Spread your legs a bit more for me and I’ll give you what you need.”

His tone, firm and authoritative yet gentle, was one he’d perfected with time and experience and it never failed to get Annie into a more submissive headspace. She complied, and after a final quick spank against her pussy, he plunged three fingers into her wetness as far as they would go. Twisting and grinding his palm against her blushing cheeks, the telltale spasms from deep within her announced her imminent orgasm.

Over the years, he’d lost count of the times he’d brought her to climax. When they first started exploring each other sexually, finding out what worked for them and shaping the dynamic that suited them, it was a matter of pride for him to make her come as often as he could.

Now that he knew the exact buttons to push and the sequence to follow to get his princess to the edge of pleasure, he preferred to keep her there as long as he was able before pushing her over in a blinding wave of ecstasy. But tonight, his princess had waited long enough. He wanted to give her the release she craved.

Pumping into her slick entrance with one hand, he rested his forearm vertically along her lower back to balance her, using his other hand to hold her rear cheeks open. Annie’s sexual ESP kicked into high gear and she clenched her ass reflexively, even though she loved what was about to happen. Kurt happened to know that it was one of her favorites, even though she’d always remained demure about anal play.

“Relax for me, princess. Relax and let me make you feel good,” he murmured. As soon as she obeyed, he traced the pad of his thumb around her tight ring, gently stroking, nudging, and toying with it.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, her springy curls nearly hiding the flush creeping its way across her face. “Oh. My. God.”

“That’s it. Come for your daddy. Come while he plays with your tight little asshole, princess.”

Her body convulsed against his lap and her tightness squeezed and tensed around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. He continued pumping into her while stroking her sensitive rosebud, knowing he was wringing every ounce of pleasure from her sated body.

With a final twist of his fingers, she squirted all over his hand, soaking his pajamas with her arousal. Before she slumped against his lap, Kurt pulled Annie into a stand and hugged her tightly, her panties falling to the floor.

“I love you, Annie,” he whispered into her hairline as her breathing evened out and she melted into his body. “I love you and I’m so lucky to have you in my life, princess.”

“Mm, I kinda feel like I’m the lucky one right about now,” she laughed softly into his collarbone. “Wanna skip dinner and go to bed? For some reason, I feel like a big old bowl of jelly right now and could use some snuggle time.”

With her warm breath against his chest, her firm breasts pressing into him, and her arousal soaking into his pants, he didn’t need another invitation.

A warm bed with Annie in it sounded like pure heaven.

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Butthole Spankings: Actual Results May Vary

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Now, there’s a title for you, huh? 😉

Earlier this week, during a chat with fellow author Kim Jones, she informed me that she was reading my latest book, Mastering His Captive. She also let me know she had a houseful of hunters back from an early-season deer run, emergency medical professionals, family members, and other “randos” hanging around her house, making it difficult for her to dig into the book.

Despite all the distractions, Kim had, however, reached the part of the story in which the protagonist, Kit, is receiving one of her first (much deserved) punishments at Vaughn’s hand: a nice spanking directly to her butthole. Please allow me to get you up to speed:

Cover - Small“Five spanks to this cute little asshole of yours,” he explained flatly. “If you lift your legs, if you let go of your ass, if you cry out, I add extra. Nod if you understand, Kit.”

She complied, feeling more sorry for herself than she had when she’d first arrived. Spanking my asshole? But she didn’t have enough time to process this information. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he joined the index and middle fingers of his right hand, pulled back, and whipped her squarely on the anus with the back of his digits. The sharp pain radiated throughout her body and was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a pure jolt of sublime agony that settled in her clenching gut and throbbing pussy.

Yikes. If that doesn’t twist you up a bit (for better or worse!), you’re made of sterner stuff than I… 😉

Of course, when Kim informed her guests of the exact nature of what she was reading and how perplexed she was by the feasibility of a butthole spanking, her crack team of visitors got on the case! With the help of one of their brave, fallen deer in the shed, a combination of “ninja moves,” and some “redneck” magic, they decided that the most logical conclusion was more of a “thumping” than an actual “spanking”. (Although, I assure you, it can be done…and it ain’t fun. 😉 )

Unfortunately, when you can’t get the deer in question to lend an assist, it does tend to complicate matters.

Thank you, Kim, for reading my book, for sharing your words of encouragement, and for letting me share your story!