Just Dessert

(Taking a break today. The serial story will continue next week.)

“We’re almost there,” Whit said. “Keep your eyes closed. No peeking.”

“I’m not peeking,” Penelope lied. Not that she could see a thing with his hand clamped over her eyes. “Is this a good surprise or a bad surprise?”

“It’s the best. Oops. Stop right here.” He kept his palm over her face. She heard the scrape of a chair being pulled back and guessed he’d brought her to one of Haven’s intimate private cubbies . “I suppose you’d better look now. If you fall on your ass, you’ll kick mine.”

“Damn right I will.” Penelope opened her eyes, which immediately widened when she saw what awaited her.

Sitting on the table before her was a banana split, in all its sweet, chocolate and caramel, calorie-laden goodness. The two mounds of vanilla ice cream had been carefully sculpted to resemble giant boobs. The cherries that topped the mounds wore nipple clamps.

“Happy opening night,” Whit said. He handed her a spoon. “Happy successful opening night. Dig in.”

Penelope seated herself at the table and accepted the spoon. “This is not at all what I was expecting to wrap my lips around after a long night at work. This is better.” She scooped up banana and ice cream and thrust it into her mouth, then shut her eyes to savor the sugar meltdown on her tongue. “Whole worlds of better. Did you make this?”

“Not on my best day. I’m better with fruit. Rupert outdid himself. From my specifications, of course.”

She inspected one of the clamps with a tentative finger. “Are these … pretzels?”

“They are indeed. When the salt hits the sugar—”

But Penelope had already snapped off the end of a “clamp” and dipped it into a vanilla boob to see for herself. She moaned. “Absolute heaven. You naughty boy. How did you ever come up with this?”

Whit took a seat. “I wish I could lie and tell you it was all my idea. Alas, no. While traveling this marvelous country of yours, I made an extended stop in New Jersey. I fell in with a flock of seagulls with, shall we say, sophisticated tastes. One of their number ran an ice cream and candy shop on the boardwalk. He had quite the sense of humor.”

“And quite the dirty mind, I see.”

“Not in the shop, of course. The Jersey Shore is far too family-oriented. He had a side business on the internet. He was always in demand for the better birthday parties.”

“I’ll just bet.” Having demolished the pretzel clamps, Penelope attacked the banana portion. “I can’t believe you talked Rupert into this. I had him pegged as vanilla.”

“Shows what you know. A little gingerbread and powdered sugar and he turns into a wild man.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Did this gull friend of yours have any other goodies?”

“He managed to make a flogger with a chocolate handle and tails made from salt water taffy.” Whit made a face. “I suppose that’s all the taffy’s good for. I don’t imagine anyone actually eats it.”

“Not that I’ve ever heard of.” Penelope lapped whipped cream off her spoon. “I like the idea, though. If we could make the tails out of caramel … ”

“And stud the handle with chopped-up nuts … ”

“With a peanut-butter center … ”

“Oh Gawd.” Whit fanned himself with his hand. “If Rupert can create something like that, I’ll marry him.”

“Get in line. We may have to consider adding a dessert cart. Let’s see how shakedown week pans out.”

At that moment Rupert himself appeared. He kept his hands behind his back. “Sir. Mistress. Was dessert to your liking?”

“Very much so, Rupert, thank you. You’re talented in ways I never expected. Keep up the good work.”

Rupert blushed. “Thank you, Mistress.” He brought out the plate he’d been concealing. “Your dessert, Sir. As specified.”

Penelope hadn’t thought her eyes could get any wider. Whit’s banana split was mostly banana, planted upright in a sea of fudge, with a head of cream at its tip and two small scoops of ice cream at its base. It looked exactly like a—

Whit accepted the plate with a beaming smile. “Perfect. Thank you, Rupert.” Rupert flushed a darker red and hastily withdrew.

Penelope stared in fascination at Whit’s dessert. Her mouth watered. “Want to switch?”

“Sweetie, I’ll never switch. But if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you lick the spoon.”

April 1st Fun!

“Is he in there?” Ziva asked, hopping up onto the side of Penelope’s desk.

“He just went in and was very grumbly.  Did you hold out on him again this morning?”

“Yep, fifth day in a row...” 

Penny kept the smile to herself as she watched her friend fidget and breathe deeply enough to get a whiff of her man, a clear sign that the boss man was not the only one suffering.

“…it’s killing me, but it will all be worth it today.”

“Is that so?”  Penny worried that she’d created a monster out of Ziva by teaching her some Domme tools to use on her mate.

“Watch and learn, Mistress.”

Ziva whipped out her phone and started to text.  First came a growl from the inner office, then more texting.  Next there was a yip…

“Wait for it…” the wolf on her desk whispered.

…and a thunk, which sounded suspiciously like a big alpha male falling to the floor.

“Now we go in.”  Ziva jumped from the desk and Penny rose to follow.  They stepped into Nick’s office and there he was, out cold on the floor.

“Z, care to tell me what you just did?” 

Whispering, the happy wolf explained.  “I started by texting him about an article Mrs. Elly had given me on the benefits of not eating meat and that the pups and I were turning herbies.  Since it was such a hard thing to do, I would not sleep with him again if he continued to eat meat… you know the smell of it on his breath and all.”

Penny laughed, then put a hand over her mouth when Ziva waved her hand in a shush-like manner.

“Then,” she continued.  “When I got the growl I went in with the ‘and by the way, all of your rulers are gone due to a termite infestation.  The artist that creates them said it will be at least a year before he has un-infested wood and new rulers made.’ That led to the yip.”

“Okay, but what made him pass out?”

“That would be the lack of rulers in his drawer.  I knew he wouldn’t believe me so I came in here after he left yesterday and emptied them out.”

Ziva smiled and went over to her man.  She leaned down and tapped his cheek until he roused, a growl on his lips. 

“Where are they?” He croaked.

“April Fools,” she said and proceeded to whip a brand new looking bad boy out of her back pocket. 

The weighty erection that shot up beneath Nick’s pants and the sudden grab and roll he did of his mate were all the cues Penny needed to back out of the room and close the door.  April Fools, indeed.  
~~~

Happy April Fool's day!  May all of your jokes play well on this fine Spring day!

Serena

Roll With It?

“French Vanilla Cappuccino, Mistress.”  Dom set the frothy cup before his friend and at one time mentee, before sitting across from her and sipping his own black coffee.

“Ah Dom, you know me well, thank you.”

She sipped the brew as she did all things, with firm intent and a touch of sex.  When they’d first started she’d had some idea that she needed to submit to a strong man.  He’d known differently.  Penelope was no submissive, she was a Domme through and through. 

Except for that small piece…

“How’s Burgess these days?”  He raised an eyebrow knowing she would understand what answer he was looking for.

“He’s wonderful, Dom.  And yes, he’s still on his dominant kick.”

Another sip of coffee and a deep breath later told Dom nearly everything he needed to know about the distress Penelope had been feeling since her lovers return.  “But…”

“How do you always know there’s a ‘but’?”

No words were necessary between them at this point, just a look.  He knew she would open up to him once she prepared herself.

“Yes, there is a ‘but.’  I’m worried… I’m scared our connection has been broken.”

“In what way, poppet?”  Dom purposely used the endearment he’d given her back when he’d trained her.  Reminding her that she was safe with him, always.

“I’m a Domme, Dom.  We’re struggling for the top position and, I’m afraid, Daniel will be the one to suffer.”

“When you play is Daniel the only one submitting?”

Her silence spoke volumes inside their private booth at the soon to be opened club, Haven.

“Poppet?”

She sighed before speaking.  “No, I submit as well.”

“And do you hate it?”

Fidgeting as she was it wouldn’t take the fully trained Dominant he was to read the truth.

“No, I don’t.  But Dom, how long can it continue, really?”

“Penelope, there are two people in your life that your body begs to submit to, me and more importantly, Burgess.”

“What?! N…I mean, what?”

“Can you deny it?”

“This is ridiculous, Dom. Please stop.”

“That was not an answer, poppet.” Dom smoothed his tie and watched her eyes follow his hand, from his chest down to almost his crotch. “Let me ask you this,” he said, slipping into his lower register, dominant voice. “If I told you to kneel, right here, and take me into your mouth.  What would you do?”

##

Penny’s mouth watered and she nearly went to her knees, right there in her new club.  Two things stopped her, first, was Dom’s hand on her wrist.  He wouldn’t make her do that as this was a discussion between friends, confidants, not a session.  The other thought was that the first time she knelt inside her club it would be for Burgess. 

“Well, poppet?”

“I get your point.  No, I can’t deny needing to submit to Burgess, but it confuses the Domme inside of me.”

“Talk to him.  You might be surprised to find he’s as confused as you are, then roll with it, Penelope.”

“Roll with it? Really, Dom, that’s your advice.”  Penny sat back in her chair and huffed at the laughably simple answer.

“Trust me, Penelope, rolling with it is not as easy as it sounds.  To truly ‘accept what is or roll with anything’ you need an inner strength of steel.”
Penny looked at her indigo penguino as he stepped into the bar.  Dom was right, but did she have the strength she needed to change the dynamic of her relationship with Burgess for good?
~~~

So Mistress P surprised me with some new insight into herself today and I'm passing it along to you.

Have a great weekend!

Serena

The Key is to Blend...

“DJ, of course.”

“Ridiculous, it needs to be live music…something slow and sexy.”

“That is what Sunday is for.  Saturday night needs to be dance music, perhaps techno, and that cannot be created by some sappy band.”

Penny continued to stare at the finely-dressed llama, loathing to admit that he had a point.  A gay bar with a Saturday night dance club would probably draw patrons better than catering to the BDSM crowd who would spend more time in the upstairs dungeon anyway.  Her loathing had more to do with the Domme in her who hated to give in to anyone, but if they wanted Haven to succeed she needed to bend.

“…besides, the lifestylers will be hanging around upstairs anyway.”

Annnnnd, the nail on the head.  “You’re right.  A dance club makes more sense on Saturday night.  Slot that as a DJ night.”

She watched as Whit made notes in his Haven ‘to do’ binder, then reached for the paper next to him.  “Now, how about the flyers,” he said, setting the colorful paper in front of her.

Welcome to Haven!

Come to play with Liza, Freddy and Ziggy, plan to stay for the delights of the flesh.  Dominate your senses and submit to the feasts that surround you.

Get your pride on!

Open: Thur. thru Sun 2 p.m. to 2 a.m.

Penny looked the sheet over and smiled at the picture.  “I can totally see Lamar eagerly posing as Lola, but how did you get Jamie to agree?”

“Ha, that was easy, I found a beefy hunk to model with Lola instead.  Jamie quickly changed his tune…and growled, loudly.  It was kind of funny, he totally shocked both himself and Lola.”

Penny smiled, “that boy is far more alpha than he realizes when it comes to Lamar/Lola.  I love it.  And I love the flyer.
Are you going to rainbow color the paper?”

“Absolutely, but are you sure you don’t want anything more about the BDSM club upstairs?”

“Nope, those in the lifestyle will know but what we have there, plus we have a large network around the state, so word has already been put out about the opening.” Penny stood and straightened her dress.  “We’ll want to have a sub at the door to direct patrons to the correct areas, though.”

“Agreed.”

“I think we’re ready, Whit.”

“We are.  The final decorating will be done this week and then next week we can open.” 

Whit fidgeted just slightly, but still enough for Penny to witness his discomfort.  “Was there something else Whit?”

“Yes, well, one more time, are you okay with putting these flyers out, outside of Talbot’s Peak?”

“I am.  It’s time we brought in fresh blood.  Limiting ourselves to shifters only will put a large bullseye on our town.  The key is to blend.”

“Then blend we shall…”
~~~

Just a peek this week to see how renovations were coming along for Mistress P and Whit's new place.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Haven...

Haven

“Excuse me.”

“Shh… mmm…” Penny held up one finger to silence the infidel who dared interrupt her on the last few pages of the most awesome of books.

“…and they fucked happily until dawn when the terrorists charged the ramshackle shack and the boys were forced to run…”

“Ohmygawd, Lamar you slippery snake!”  She slammed the book closed and down onto her desk and looked up at the Thin White Duke before her. “Hello there.”

Penny momentarily forgot her frustration with Lamar and his love of cliffhangers when she got a look at the boy before her.  Okay, man rather.  Though man he might be, he gave off a flavor of submissive boy in need of a good Domme, or Dom, depending on his bent.

“Yes, hello, could you point me in the direction of one Mistress Penelope, please?”

“You’re in luck, Stardust, I’m her.”

“Ah, another fan.  There may be hope for this town after all.  The name's Whit.”

So proper, the Mistress in her thought. Something she’d enjoy working out of him at the end of her whip.

“Hello Whit.”  She reached for his extended hand.  His shake was firm, but the skin quite soft.  The rest of his skin would likely be just as soft, a perfect canvas for the varying shades of red she’d like to give him.  “What can I do for you?”

“A common acquaintance, Lola, suggested I talk to you about an idea I have been contemplating should I decide to stay in this lovely town.”

“Hmm, if Lola suggested it, I can’t wait to hear your idea,” Penny purred, hoping this would lead to a bit of playtime for she, Burgess, Danny, and this new call cup of water. “He always seems to think he knows just what I’m considering, before I even consider it.”

“Well, good then.”  Penny watched as Whit slid back into the chair and laying his overcoat across his crossed legs.  “You see, this town appears to be lacking a place for the homosexual population to get our bent on, though Lola implied there were not a large number of gays who actually lived here.”

“That’s true.”

“Lola also implied that there was quite a bdsm following in town and that you, Mistress P, were the one to talk to about the possibility of combined the two and possibly creating a bit of a haven for both bents?”

Lamar, you sneaky snake…, she thought before smiling at the proper boy before her.  “Stardust, it appears Lola, or Lamar as I’m sure he introduced himself…”

“He did.”

“…was reading my mind, because I have been working on an idea for a bdsm club of sorts and you just gave it the perfect name.  Haven.”


###

Whit smiled at the gorgeous and colorful shifter before him, while approving of the name she’d put out there.  It was perfect.

“So it seems, Whit, that you should be a part of this adventure with me, but tell me, are you into bdsm?”

“Oh, I enjoy more than just a bit of slap and tickle with my tête-à-têtes, but my interest in Haven will be to create a place where gay men and women can go to meet and mingle.  Is there a problem with that?”

“Absolutely not, we can make this work for both our ideas.”

Whit stood as the Mistress before him did and wondered where to go next with this idea.

“How about we get some lunch and discuss the particulars.” His new partner asked.

“That sounds delightful.” 

It seemed he would be staying in Talbot’s Peak, hopefully for a good, long time.

“One question though, Stardust…”

“Yes?”

“Male or female top?”
~~~

Have a wonderfully bent weekend!

Serena

Trust Me...

Penelope walked along the front of the room, her fingers slid, first, along the smooth wood of the massive cross, remembering a naked Burgess and the first time she tied him to it…

“So, let me get this sorted, you intend to tie me to this cross – naked – then whip me bum?” the look on his face was one of interest.

“No, my blue-haired penguino, I’m going to cuff you to the cross, with the softest leather cuffs.  Then I’m going to flog you first, and follow it up with a crop that will make your ass tingle in the nicest of ways.”

“No whip then?”

“Nope, you’re not yet ready for the bull whip.”

That was a good day.  She’d reddened his ass well with the short diamond-shaped crop, then kissed it all better before allowing Burgess to bring her to orgasm…orally.  A few days later, he’d returned the favor by bending her over the spanking bench and introducing his palm to her cheeks…

“What are we doing back here, Burgess? It’s too soon to have another go at your ass…”

“We’re not here for me Pen, this time, it’s your bum that’ll glow a rosy hue.”  He lifted an eyebrow and patted the bench, waiting for me to assume the position.

“And what makes you think your Domme will allow such a thing?”

“This is not a Dom speaking to her sub, Penelope.  This is two switches speaking to each other.” 

He’d surprised her that day, so early in their relationship, with his knowledge of her deepest secret.  She loved being a Domme, but for him, she longed to submit, as well. 

“Is everything the way you want it, Penelope?”

Surprised by the quiet question, Penelope turned to greet her friend.  “Yes, Dante, thank you.  Everything looks perfect for the gathering.”

“Very good.  And I think you’ll find, Edina is immensely skilled at her art.”

“Yes, there are whispers around town that she brings much success to her ‘customers’.  My hope is that she’ll open up and tell the other Doms of this town her true agenda.”

“Is that really necessary?”

Penelope looked over at Dante, “yes, it really is.  Dom’s and Domme’s support on another in this town and we want to support her too.  First though, she needs to be honest with us.”

“Agreed.  I’ll leave you to it then.”

As he turned to leave, Penelope fought her urge to demand answers, but one slipped out.  “Is he safe, Dante?  Really and truly safe?”

Without turning Dante said, “As safe as he can be, Penny, and he’ll be home soon.”

As he stepped from the room, Penelope sank to the base of the spanking bench and softly wept.  She believed Dante, for he’d never lied to her.  Burgess would return.  Until that time she would hold tight to the words he’d whispered in her ear as he’d laid her over the bench…

“Trust me with your secret, my sweet submissive, and we shall forever be one…”

~~~

Just a short bit from me today.  May you forever trust and be one with your love.

Serena

Mz. Muse and Mistress P Make a Connection...

So, Mz. Muse and Mistress P have come together to torment me, though not, totally, intentionally.

They promise.

I'm not sure I believe them.  They seem to be working on what to fill the room at the pleasure club with for the union meeting.

The up side, at least the flash is being worked on somewhere in my subconscious and hey, the pictures in my head are lovely.  The down side, the pictures in my head are disrupting my school work...  see, there's some intention in their actions.

But, I'm being a good author and saying "yes, Mz. and Mistress, please keep the pictures coming." with my head bowed and eyes on the floor, of course.

~~~

Have a lovely weekend, y'all!

Serena

The Agenda is Set...

Penelope stopped in front of Mistress Edina’s door, Daniel snugged up against her leg trying desperately not to get the invitation wet.  He’d fail, of course, and then the fun would begin.  She turned the knob and waited for her sub to lead the way.  The gasp inside the room made her smile.  The sight of her sweet apẻritif produced the response she was hoping for.

“Rise up, Daniel,” she said, as she stepped through the door herself.  Whomever the sweet treat was manning the desk, could not take her eyes from the naked and fully aroused man kneeling before her.

“Dear, my name is Penelope.  I am the Queen Domme in this town and you dear…” a quick chuck from the hard end of her flogger beneath the young woman’s chin, brought her eyes up to Penelope’s. “…you may call me Mistress.”

“Um, ah, um…”

“Mistress.  Try it, now, before I use the strips of leather at the other end of this stick to redden your ass.”  Penelope tilted her head just so and the receptionist lowered her eyes, as she’d expected.  Here sat a young and untrained submissive.  This didn’t speak well for the new Domme.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good Pet.”  Penelope ran a hand down the woman’s white blond hair.  “Now, I wish to speak to your Domme.”

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t…eee,”

With a decisive tug of the blond’s hair, Penelope had her head back, inches from her own angry face.  “I did not ask for excuses.  Call your Domme out here — now.”

The submissive reached for the phone on her desk and pressed the conference button.  Penelope released her hair and stepped back, placing herself slightly behind Daniel.

##

“Edina…” Sophie looked over at the Domme’s cross expression and tacked on “ah, Mistress…” for good measure.  Wow, her sister played the role of a dominant for their customers and she did it well, but this gorgeous woman lived it.  She was down to the core a sexual dominant.  She was also turning Sophie on.  Making her hotter than she’d ever imagined possible with just a look and a few words.

“Not now, Sophie.”  The whinny in the background sounded loudly in the small room.

“Yes, now, ah Mistress.”  It was weird and very icky saying that to her sister, but to impress the Domme in the room, she would swallow the ickyness for the time being.  As long as she didn’t ask her to do something unnatural she would be okay.

The click of the phone proceeded the opening of the office door.  “You will think about what you’ve done for five minutes.  Then we’ll try it again.”  Edina closed the door softly and turned to look at her.  “What the hell, Soph?  I was with a client and why are you calling me Mistress?”

##

“What else would she call you?  Presumably, you do not have a lovely pet calling you by your first name.”

Edina turned further into the room and noticed the pair decorating the waiting area.  She was stunning and he was utterly naked except for the collar and leash.  This had to be Mistress P.  Dante had warned her there was another Domme in town with rooms in the Pleasure club and that she would meet Mistress P when the time was right.  Apparently, that time was now.

“So, do you allow your submissive’s to call you by your first name?  Be careful how you answer as it will be noted on your review.”

Review?  What the hell.  “No, Ma’am, I do not allow my submissive’s to call me by anything but Mistress, however, Sophie here is my sister and not submissive.”

Edina watched the other woman’s eyebrow rise at the use of ma’am, then a smile lit her face.  It was heart stopping.

“Interesting.  Yes, you may call me Ma’am for now.  And Pet,” she directed her speech to Sophie, who blushed straight up to her roots and quivered with anticipation.  “You should have told me she was family.  You will not call her Mistress any longer.  You will come see me, tomorrow, and we will talk.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the wispy agreement from her sister, surprised Edina.

“What’s going on here?” Edina demanded.  “I have a client waiting, I don’t have time to play one upmanship, Domme style.”

“Very nice,” Mistress P purred.  “Daniel, give the lady her invitation.”

The man on his knees stretched forward, showing off his back and ass, plugged tail included, to give her a slightly damp envelope.  She opened it and found an invite to the next Dom & Domme Union meeting.  The agenda was set to review skills of a new Domme—her.  Crap.

“I, ah, that is to say…”

“You’ll be there.  Good, we, the rest of the Dominants in town, need to assess your skills before we can allow you to represent us.  There, you will show us your routine…a submissive will be available for your use…”

“That won’t work.” Edina stated, not sure how to get out of this predicament.  “My sub’s are unique.”

“They are all unique, Edina, but if you feel you cannot master one of our sub’s, feel free to bring one of your own.  Niles in there,” she pointed toward the door as she spoke. “Would do nicely.”

The Domme smiled again and knocked her sideways.  “By the way, be prepared to submit as well.”

“I, ah, I’m dominant, not submissive.”

“All Doms must submit for us at least once.  How can we know you truly understand your sub?  By the way, is the envelope wet?”

“Yes, just slightly.”

“Daniel, it was not to be wet.  Now you must be punished.  You will count your steps back to the room and the total steps will equal your number of strikes with the paddle.”

Mistress P opened the door and left.  Edina stood, stunned and with the faintest feel of a paddle to her own ass.  Sophie sat at the desk breathing deeply and Edina wondered for the first time if they’d made a mistake coming to Talbot’s Peak.
~~~

~Whew~

Have a wonderful & sexy weekend!

Serena

Top to Bottom - Bottom to Top

Penelope sat on the side of the bed in her dungeon away from home at Dante’s pleasure club, stretching her cramped legs and rubbing her upper arms.  Her sweet submissive Daniel lay panting next to her. 

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he said, eyes focused downward towards the mussed up bed.  “Please let me try again.  I-I know I can do better.”

“Ah, my sweet apẻritif, you did just fine.  No apologies.”  She slid the hair off his forehead and kissed it gently. 

He did try, bless his soft minky heart.  Daniel satisfied her Domme needs very well, but for her physical needs, well he could never quite get her there.  It was why the triad with Burgess worked so perfectly.  Her blue penguino could take her to the edge with nothing more than a look and send her over with the slightest of touches.  Many times he topped her from the bottom which she’d surprisingly found to be a great turn on.  The problem was, Burgess was the only one who’d ever been able to do that for her.

“Is it time to talk to Dom?”  Daniel whispered.

Penelope sighed.  Her sweet submissive knew her very well, after these months together.  Dom had been her mentor and the only other man to make her come.  Where Burgess came at her from the bottom, Dom was all on top.  He was powerful enough to top from the top.  She went to him when the need grew too great to get past.

She lifted Daniels chin and forced him to look her in the eyes.  “It might be, sweet.  But first we have an invite to deliver.”  Penelope grabbed the leash she kept for her submissive and clicked it on his collar.  “For this delivery, I want you on your hands and knees.  Head up and the invitation to be held between your lips.  I do not want it wet, or even damp.  If it is, you will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She was giving him a task he was sure to fail.  No one could hold something in their mouth without getting it a little damp, but Daniel wanted to be punished for not giving her a release and she would not punish him for her issues.  This would be their happy medium.

Penelope guided him to the floor and placed the deep red envelope containing Edina’s invite to the special session of dom and domme’s to be held in her honor, in his mouth.

“Would you like your tail, my apẻritif?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled over the envelope.

Penelope went to the toy chest and pulled out the mink tail she’d had specially made from some of his soft fur.  It was long and attached to a fairly thick plug.  It made Daniel happy to wear it when he was required to be in his human form.

“Head down, ass up, sweet.”  Penelope smiled at the sight he made, ready to receive.  She drizzled lube around his rosette and added it to the plug as well.  She pressed the toy into his ass and let the tail hang between his legs.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Daniel,” she said, washing the lube off her hands.  That part of her which needed to take care of her submissive mink was smiling.  “Come, sweet.  Let’s go visit the new Domme in town.” 

~~~

So Mistress P and Mz. Muse have been talking.  They seem to be cooking something up in my head...without my permission.  What lovely bitches.  I hope this means they are ready to let me tell Mistress P and Burgess' story once school is out for the summer!

Have a sexy day, y'all
Serena

They Have A Union for That?

Penelope sat in the overstuffed chair built for two, stroking her mink who had recently, it seemed, acquired a lovely leather collar in a shade of blue found on only one man in town.  The collar was an exact match to the gem hanging from a choker circling the Mistress’ neck.  Both mink and Madam looked happier than he’d seen them in weeks.  For that, Dom was happy.

“So, Master Dominic, you called a meeting?  Is there some sort of problem we need to discuss and if so, where is everyone?”

Dom looked to the young lion he’d been training for some time, then down to the muzzled wolf at his feet.  The she stayed close to Leo’s legs and uttered not one whine.  He could see that Leo had taken his advice and purchased the gentle muzzle found at The Talbot’s Peak Pet Store to help curtail his sub’s wild tongue.  The silencing was more a mental punishment than a physical one.  “Not a problem, per se, Leo, more an interesting development.  The others were invited, but had engagements they could not cancel.  They were all fine with us discussing this and letting them know our verdict.”

“Not a problem, per se?” Mistress P repeated, sex oozing with every syllable.  “I love the sound of that.”

“I figured you would, Pen.” Dominic joked. “Here’s the quick…”

“…And dirty?” The colorful bird quickly questioned.

“Yes, Pen, and dirty.  We have a new Domme in town and she’s doing some very interesting things.”

“Ah, Edina.” Penelope grinned, changing her position in the chair to better cuddle her sub. “She is doing some new and unusual things in that basement room of hers.  Dante was impressed by the numbers of shifters she has coming and going…pun kind of intended.”

Dom covered his chuckle with a cough and the wolf at Leo’s feet, chuffed.  Penelope, always the smart-aleck just sat and smiled. “Yes, she’s been busy.  The question is, are we okay with her taking money for what she’s doing?”

“What exactly she’s doing is really the question then?”  Leo spoke to no one in particular.

“Has anyone of us been by to see what she’s doing?” Mistress P asked.  “From what I understood her clientele has all been overweight.  Is she preying on them?  Offering something to “help” them lose weight, but really does nothing but lighten their wallets?”

“Good question, Mistress,” Leo said, his hand now stroking the wolf’s head at his feet.  “I’ve not heard any talk about “miracle” cures to anything over at my practice, but I’ll keep my ears open for gossip.”

“Sounds good, Leo.  Thanks.”  Dom looked back to Penelope, knowing she was planning something.  “Pen?”

“I think we need to invite her to one of our “union” meetings.  Let her explain what she’s doing here and then decide if she can “join.”

Dom chuckled, as did Leo.  “Would this just be an excuse to call in the toy panderers?”

“Any time is a good time for sex toys, Dom.  This you know.  And yes, I do enjoy shopping for the good deals the panderers like to offer, but we can use a toy show to test her, as well.  If she wants to Domme in Talbot’s Peak, she needs to be tested for what kind of Dom she is.  The best way…put her through her sub paces.  If she passes, she can show us her Domme chops.  Plus, if we invite the right panderers, there will already be a cross or bench at the ready.”

“Agreed.” Dom nodded.

“Sounds good.” Leo affirmed.

“Wonderful,” Penelope purred.  “I’ll start making some calls.”

~~~

I wonder how Edina will like her welcome and who will administer her "test?"  Could there be a Dom in her future or do you see her with a switch?  So many questions...

Keep warm!
Serena

The Perfect Valentine...

Penelope was in a mood—and she knew it.  The only songs she wanted to listen too were ones with Blue in the title, not much of a strain to figure that one out.  Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and she wanted her indigo penquino back. 

She wasn’t the only one suffering either.  Daniel had buried himself in the back corner of the closet in his mink form and sulked for the last few days.  She’d tried coaxing him out and back to human with the promise of food, drink and sex. Nothing worked.  She finally gave up and picked up some special blend ferret/mink food and a soft toy for him to cuddle.  Daniel would reemerge when he was ready…but would Burgess?

“Penny?”

“Taggert?”

“It’s Nick,” the alpha wolf holding the sweetest little duo growled.

“Yes, well it’s Penelope, but you never seem to get that right so turnabout and all that,” she snarked, rising from her seat.  “Now give me one of those baby’s and sit close with the other.  Auntie P has some snuggle time to make up for.”

Nick disengaged Cooper from the duel chest carrier the male had been wearing since the birth of his twins and handed him to Penelope.  She tuck the pup close and sniffed his sweet head.  Baby, wolf and love invaded her senses and squeezed her heart.  She wanted this, the tight fisted feel surrounding her uterus—supplemental proof, she wanted this.

“Penelope, don’t cry, please.  Talk to me.”  Nick touched her hand where she held his child.
She hadn’t even realized the tears had started again.  Bad enough she was leaking, now she was doing it in front of her boss.  “Sorry, ignore me.  I’m having a tough time this week.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed your blue-haired, better-half as well.  Dante keeps shrugging me off when I ask about him, but you know Dante.  That means he’s still safe.  If he wasn’t D would have pull us together to go in and save his ass.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but when will he be free to come home.  Gah, Nick, Burgess fell into my life so quickly and firmly, then was taken away just the same manner.  He’s mine though and I want him back.”

“It’ll happen.”  Nick reached into the diaper bag he’d set on the other end of the couch.  “Until then, maybe this will help.” 

They traded, baby for delicately wrapped box and she was overwhelmed by the smell of her penguin.

“Oh my. Where did you get this?” she asked, holding tight to her treasure.

“Reetha.  Please don’t ask, I don’t know how she fits into this, but she does.  Figuring it all out has moved to the top of my to-do list,” he growled.  “Open it up…unless you’d like us to leave first.”

“No, don’t leave, please.  I’m not done with your babies.”  Penelope tore off the wrapping paper and lifted the box’s lid.  Inside, nestled on a puff of cotton, rested a blue stone that matched her penguins hair to perfection.  “Oh…”

“Good oh, or bad?” Nick asked.

“Good.  Very, very good,” she sniffed, pulling the gem from the box and showing it to Nick.  She knew where this belonged, where Burgess would want it, without even reading the short note tucked into the top of the box.

“Nice.  Quite pretty and the perfect color for you.”

She smiled, slipping the stone back in the box and setting it on the table.  She reached for a baby and looked forward to reading the note.

##

After Nick and the babies left, Penelope took the note, the box and the second box Nick brought, into the bedroom.  She climbed into bed, opened the small slip of paper and read.
Mistress P -- Such a small piece of paper for the wealth of things I need to say to you. I’m safe, I’m close and I love you so.  I’m working my way back to you as fast as I can. Please keep the gem, and me close to your heart. -- All my love, B

Penelope smiled and cried, then smiled again. That note was indeed the best Valentine’s gift she’d ever received.  She’d cherish it forever. They may not be together, but still they loved.  She would pray to the great phoenix for his prompt return. 

She looked at the other gift on her dresser, the one to Daniel.  She’d give it to him tomorrow, on Valentine’s Day and hope, that along with her gift to him it was enough to bring the sweet mink back from his self-imposed prison. 

Sleep came easier as Burgess’ words cocooned her soul…I’m safe, I’m close and I love you so.
~~~

 Ah, Mistress P and her Burgess.  That lovely penguin needs to return home soon...  If only I had time to write their story.

Have a wonderful Valentine weekend everyone, and may you all receive a perfect love note of your own.

Serena

Love & Loss

Penelope locked the door to the Gazette and hefted her bag higher on her shoulder for the walk to her car.  Since the start of her friend Ziva’s pregnancy, she’d been sharing the closing duties with Nick to give him more time with his mate. 

The extra time in the evening gave her time off in the morning to read, relax and worry about Burgess, her missing lover.  Her penquino had taken off months ago on a job and had yet to return. 
His loss was taking its toll on Daniel, their third, who was spending more time as a mink than a man.  She could appreciate his withdrawal.  The penguin shaped hole Burgess had left in their life was killing her…literally.

PeaParrots like her did not thrive when a mate was lost, and though there was no proof that Burgess was dead, her body had stopped listening to her brain.

Penelope leaned against the car and looked to the forest surrounding the town.  It wouldn’t be long before her raptor revolted.  She’d revert to her animal form and take to the trees, searching out the perfect crevice to curl into and die. 

She’d thought her domme lifestyle would have protected her from this end, but she’d underestimated love, true and beautifully blue, love.  Damn.

##

“Christ, Rafe, there’s something wrong with her.”  Burgess pulled at the arm tightening around his throat, determined to get to his woman.  “Let go!”

“Sorry, man, no can do. We just need a few more days to wrap up your part of this.”

“No!” he wheezed, growing light-headed at his lack of oxygen. “Let me go to her, now.”

“I can’t.  Sorry, Burg, I’m sorry…”

Black dots filled his vision, eliminating reality slowly and leaving him with a sense of foreboding.  Even his buddy’s words didn’t help.

“I’ll keep her safe, man.  I promise.”

No one could keep her as safe as he could, unless he was out cold.
~~~

Pretty short this week, but it appears that Mistress P has been keeping secrets...even from me.  Must wrap myself around this twist.

Have a wonderful weekend!
Serena

Cravings...

Nick looked over this week’s layout on the computer screen and liked what he saw.  The articles were all well placed and wrapped around the graphics.  There was no unnecessary white space and the headers and leads were appropriately sized. This week’s edition of the gazette was going off without a hitch, which meant, something else was about to implode.

Yeah, that went against the whole power of positive thinking mantra, but so far in his life, this was the norm.  Good in one area meant difficulty in the other.

“Hey there, bossman.” Penny stuck her head into his office and addressed him with her usual irreverent respect. “Your pops on line two.”

“Thanks Penny.”

“Penelope, boss-ass, Penelope,” she said while closing the door.

Nick grabbed the handset and braced himself for the coming problem.  As the pack leader, everything came back to him to work out…even issues from the previous leader.  “Hey Pop, what’s going on?”

“Boy, get your mangy ass over to the Bighorn Diner and take control of your woman!”

“Excuse me? What did you say, old man?”

“You heard me fine.  Right now, that lovely young lady carrying my grandpup…who should be my daughter-in-law, by the way…is making trouble for my wife at the diner.  Go fix it now or I’ll nip your backside like I used to when you were young.”

“You could try old…”

“Nicolas, please…go take care of Ziva.”

Shite, Vernon McMahon rarely called him by his full first name.  His mom had called him Nicolas always, but dad only did it when he was concerned about something. “Yes, Sir.  I’ll head over now.”

“Good.” Click.

Nick hung up the phone and left via the door in his office.

###

Ziva pointed to her favorite yellow fruit from her seat at the front counter and hoped to hell she wasn’t drooling in public. “I’m thinking more pineapple, yep, pineapple.”

“Um, okay, Miss Ziva, but then you won’t be able to taste the mango.”

“Oh shite, you’re right.  Definitely add more mango as well.  Yep, just like that.  Hey is there a reason the strawberry flapjacks are taking so long?” Ziva asked, nibbling on the delicacy from the jar in front of her.

“Um, well, I…I,” the waitress stuttered while looking a little green around the gills. That was literal as the lovely lady helping her was a fish in her alternate form.

“That’s okay, Luna, I’ll talk to Ziva if you finish making her mango/pineapple smoothie.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

“Hey Elly, guess what…I’m finally keeping stuff down!  And man am I hungry.”

“That’s wonderful, dear.  I’m so glad.”

“So did I come at the wrong time for some strawberry flapjacks?”  Ziva raised her open jar and smiled at Elly McMahon.  “I even brought my own topping.”

“Yes, dear, about that…”

“Holy Lupa, Miss Elly, what died up on in here?”

Ziva turned to see Arglen, a lone wolf trucker who’d been sniffing after her aunt for years, bellow as he walked in the door.

“Arglen, that is not necessary…”

“Smells like dog farts.” The loud mouth barked. “It’s gonna make it hard to eat your delicious flappers.”

Ziva stood, her jar in hand and made her way over to the irritating brute.  “That was rude, Arglen.  There is no bad smell in here, apologize to Miss Elly. Now!” She shook her hand at him, splashing some of the contents of her lunch down his shirt.

“Fuc…dging hell, Ziva, it’s that stuff that smells and you got it all over me…what is wrong with you?  Nose out of whack?”

“My nose is fine, Arglen, this is delicious and it will compliment my strawberry flapjacks nicely.”

Ziva looked around as the diners in the seats around her all grimaced and gaged.  Elly shook her head with a half-smile and grabbed a to-go box from the server window.  Luna had her smoothie ready, also in a to-go glass and Nick came through the door, quickly covering his nose and mouth with his hand.

“Ziva-love.” He sauntered closer and took the jar from her, covering it with his hands and moved to the counter where she’d left the top. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting something to eat.”  She smiled at her alpha wolf, thrilled to finally be telling him the good news. “I’m keeping my food down now and I’m starved!”

“That’s wonderful….but, what are you ordering?”

“Strawberry flapjack, hash browns, a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and apples…yum, and a mango/pineapple smoothie.  Why?”

“What’s this for then?”

Ziva smiled as Nick waved her jar around.  “I’m going to sprinkle it on the flapjacks. I can’t wait!”
The room at large groaned and pushed their plates away, throwing her for a loop.  What was wrong with everyone?

“But it’s, it’s…”

“Sauerkraut. Wonderfully delicious sauerkraut.”

“Ziva, my love, you take the, um, sauerkraut and head outside.  Don’t open it until you’re outside.  I’ll get the rest of your food.”

“But…”

“We’ll have a picnic.”

“Awesome!”  Ziva turned toward the door, but still heard Nick and Elly’s whispered comments.

“Sauerkraut? Is she okay, Elly?”

“It’s just a craving, Nick.  It’s an odd one, sure, but it will pass in time.”

“But will my sense of smell ever be the same?”

Ziva didn’t listen to the rest of the exchange and focused on taking another bite of her cabbage-y treat.  Craving, huh.  Not likely. They just didn’t know what was good. 

~~~

Ha! Much as I like sauerkraut, I really can't imagine it with flapjacks, oatmeal and a smoothie.  I was lucky when I was pregnant with my Darling Diva...I craved steak, peanut butter and OJ.  Not at the same time though.

How about ya'll?  Any strange cravings you care to share?  :)

Have a great weekend!
Serena

Flash Sale!

So, Mz. Muse decided to roll with me today and incorporate what I'm learning in class with this flash.  Yes, I think she's getting desperate for my attention, but I have to say the flash worked for me and for Musy so right on!

Also, get a load of the sexy dude to my right...your left, er right or well someones right and left...anyway, sexy guy is hard to miss over there.  I figure this must be how Nick looks every time he deals with Penny and Ziva together.  Yeah, if I was Ziva, I'm make sure to tag team Nick on a regular basis with the help of one naughty Domme...but, that's another story.

Enjoy!

~~~

“Okay, who’s the wise ass?”  Nick squeezed the metal handrail circling the newsroom with one hand and looked down at his staff.  In the other he held up a dozen wooden rulers.  “I have several hundred rulers falling out of boxes in my office.  Who did it?”

Several snickers could be heard below and even a couple behind him.  Ziva and Penny, of course.  He turned to look at the duo with their heads together, whispering about nothing good for him he was sure. “Was this either of your ideas?” he asked, waving the buttery soft wood in their direction. 

Sure he had to act all boss-like and filled with his Nick angst, the group would expect nothing less, but he’d already secured several of these beauties in his desk drawer and the backpack he carried to and from work.  He was no fool.

“Nope, sorry boss, not me.” Penny assured him with a grin.

“Not me either, lover,” Ziva promised, sidling closer to him only to whisper, “though I wish I had.”

Nick gave them each a raised eyebrow telling them he did believe either of them, then turned back to the rest of the room.  “Just remember I excel at sniffing out liars and if any of you were dumb enough to have used the company card, I’ll be the first to know.”

He turned back to the two he figured were the guiltiest in the room and asked the burning question.
“What am I supposed to do with three gross of wooden rulers?”

“Oooh, I know.”  Ziva grabbed her phone from the maternity smock she’d started wearing which hugged her softly swelling tummy and said pretty pup across the top.  He didn’t care for the words spanning above where his son lay though, but Ziva insisted they were having a girl so it fit.  He didn’t care for that thought either.  Females meant males sniffing after them and his daughter would be a perfect princess, not to be trifled with or, or sniffed around.

“What?” he growled, unsure if his sudden frustration was because they were going to say something he didn’t want to hear or because he was terrified of the baby being a beautiful little female like his Ziva.

“Flash sale!” Ziva typed quickly on her smartphone, tongue out and to the side of her lips.

“Now you’re talking, Z.” Penny chimed in, worrying him even more.

“Flash what?” he asked.

“Sale.  Flash sale.” Penny responded, “You know, a text message goes out to everyone on the Gazette loop that we have something for sale for the next X number of minutes and anyone who wants one buys them before time is up.”

“Say what?  Who’s going to want wooden rulers?” The gleam in Penny’s eye made him quickly add to his question, “besides me…who’s going to want a ruler?”

“He has a point, Z.”

“I know.” Ziva smiled in that sneaky way of hers. “Fifty sold already.  Penny, grab a Sharpie.  Lover, get your signing hand ready and let’s check out those sticks.”

“Nice…” Penny crooned.

“One hundred sold,” Ziva preened, as she pulled him towards his office and watched her phone.

“Shite.”  It was going to be a long afternoon.
~~~

Here's to hoping a flash sale of you liking finds you this fine weekend and if anyone spots a flash sale of riding crops or floggers, give me a shout out!  Mz. Muse is looking for some new tools...

~Gulp~
 Serena

Friday Fun!

“Ohmigod!” Penny jumped from her desk and made her way to the rail overlooking the newsroom.  “Ralph, what’s the last digit of your age?”

“What?”

“Last digit of your age?” She tapped a pencil against the paper as she waited.  “Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Ah, 6.”

“Okay, and Ralph is your real first name, yes?”

“According to my mama.”

“How about the last digit of your birth year?”

“Well, er, what’s this about, Pen, er…”

Penny shot Ralph a withering glare.  She hated being questioned, especially when she was having fun. “Just give me the number Ralph and the month you were born while you’re at it.”

“Zero and Jan.”

“Ha!  This thing really works.”  Sometimes wasting time on the internet does pay off. “Ralph, your steampunk name and the name you will be known as from now on is Chief Inspector Montague Rumble Bottom.

“WHAT? No way!  Where did you get that hokey thing anyway?”

The newly minted Montague’s indignation was perfect.  She always did like riling the bear up during the spring.  He was grumpier than usual having not slept right all winter.  “I found it online, but it sure hit close to the truth.  We’ve all heard your Rumble Bottom, Montague.”

“Grrr…”

“Oh hell!” Penny turned to take cover in her office when Nick flew through the door, grumbling something that sounded a lot like ‘what did you do’ at her before shifting.  How he always knew from inside his office was a mystery to her.  He went over the rail and landed before the pissed off - post shift bear.

“What’s going on, Penny?”

The newly pregnant Ziva watched wolf and bear square off against one another with a wet sheen in her eyes.  Penny smiled as Z wiped them away with a swipe of her hand and grumbled about ‘damn hormones’.  She was so like her mate in many ways.  The grumbling was just one of those.

“Why are Nick and Ralph in animal form and ready to battle?”

“Well, that could have been my fault.”

“Really.”

“More likely though it’s this banners fault.”

“A banner – really Penny.”

“Check it out, what’s your steampunk name?  Ralph is now Chief Inspector Montague Rumble Bottom, but I’m thinking he’d not crazy about the change.”   

“Ohmigod…” Ziva laughed, holding her still nonexistent baby bump. “That’s damn close.” 

“Right. I thought so too.  Your baby daddy would be Lord Roderick Wraith Wood.”

“HA..Ho, that thing is good!”  Ziva pondered it some more before she shook her head.  “Nope, no way.”

“Yep, you are no longer Ziva, but Baroness Constance Supper Waddle which works perfectly because, sweets, you’ve started to do just that.”

“That’s – that’s…” Sniff “Just mean, Penny.”

“It’s sweet, Baroness Waddle.”

“Stop it!”  The hormonal wolf growled, “What about your new name?”

Penny smiled as they both looked into the newsroom where a human Lord Wood now had an equally human Rumble Bottom pinned to his desk and was talking to him softly, soothing the reporter.

“Me?  Well, mines perfect.  I’m Madam Millicent Knight Topper.”
~~~

Oh my gosh, neither Mistress or Madam P, nor myself could pass this up for today's blog.  We're both suckers for this sort of thing.  :)  So tell me what's your Steampunk Name?

Me, I'm Dame Dorcas Wither Feather.  LOL

Serena

The Lusty Ladies of Talbot's Peak Present ...

“Is this everybody?” Mistress Penelope did a slow-mo turn in Java Joe’s cramped back room, more to show off her skintight rhinestoned catsuit than to do a check of the roster. Satisfied on both counts, Penelope announced, “All right, then. This meeting of the Talbot’s Peak Ladies Society Wednesday Afternoon Book Club is hereby called to order.”

“That's ten minutes right there," Ziva said. "We need a shorter name."

Jamie raised his hand. “Point of order here. I ain’t no lady.”

“None of us is, sweetie. It’s just an expression. And we had a shorter name, but the Lusty Ladies Book Meet got us too much of the wrong attention.”

Mary Ewing waved for an explanation. “Men wanted in,” Penelope said, moving her lips slowly so Mary could follow. “They weren’t into reading, either.”

“Unless the book in question was The Joy of Sex.” Greely made a face. “I dated one of those guys once. ‘Joy’ and ‘sex’ were mutually exclusive terms in his case.”

“Now that we’ve discouraged the bad element,” Penelope said, “we can get on with our meetings in peace. Get to the good stuff, as it were.” She took her seat and crossed her legs in a prim move that made Ziva snicker. “Who wants to start?”

To no one’s surprise, Jamie raised his hand again. “Another classic from—” Ziva coughed into her hand. “Tempest Arouz?”

“Why don’t we just cut the crap? It’s Lamar. Everybody knows it.”

“I’m all for it. I like a good male-on-male tale,” Penelope said. Heads nodded around the circle. “Is he going to write another one about Dillon and Coltrain?”

“As a matter of fact … ” Jamie stood. He faced Mary so she could read his lips, but spoke to the entire group. He held up a sheaf of papers. “Lamar just sent this one off to his publisher. It doesn’t even have a cover yet.” He shot a glance at Penelope. “You’ll probably want to make one up.”

“If it has hot parts. Does it have hot parts?”

“C'mon. Lamar wrote it. It’s all one big hot part. The readers get so wiped out by the time the real sex happens it’s like overkill.”

Ziva leaned forward, nearly tipping her coffee mug. “Does Dillon stop being the world’s biggest douche and finally admit how much Colt means to him?”

"You know I can't spill that. We’re going for a series here. Y’can’t throw everything into the pot first time out. What’ll you do in the next six books?”

Penelope immediately pounced on the “we” and got the hot blush she was looking for. “I’m helping out with this one. Kind’a. Colt’s a photographer. Lamar keeps bugging me for tips.”

“I’ll just bet he does,” Penelope murmured. “Speaking of tips, have you had a chance to test that advice I gave you?”

Just when you thought a red wolf couldn’t get any redder. All the ladies giggled at the tint of Jamie’s skin. “I thought we were talking about fiction here.”

Taking pity, Penelope said, “All right. Back to the business at hand.”

“Does he?” Greely asked. “With his hand. That scene in the last book was one of my favorites.”

“It goes a ways past hands in this one. If I say any more I’ll wreck the plot.”

Mary was gesturing frantically. “Out the door and to your right,” Ziva said.”

“Ain’t that,” Jamie said. “You haven’t read this series yet, have you? Okay. Dillon’s a cop and Colt’s a crime photographer. They solve mysteries, then they—” At a loss for the word for “fuck” in sign language, Jamie settled for jabbing his forefinger through a circle of his thumb and index finger. Mary nodded, understanding.

"Dillon’s a real hard case,” Greely said. “Closeted as all get out.”

“Can’t imagine who Lamar based him on,” Ziva said.

“And where’s the hot Latin sex?” Penelope said. “Lamar always writes these smoldering Hispanic characters. Dillon and Coltrain? Has he gone Anglo on us?”

“Dillon’s mom was an illegal Mexican. It’s one of the secrets he keeps bottled up. It’s why he’s so randy in bed. All that frustration’s gotta blow off somehow.”

Greely bounced up and down on her chair. “Excerpt! Excerpt!”

“Lessee.” Jamie riffled through the pages. He cleared his throat. “Dillon ripped the newspaper from Colt’s hands. ‘I don’t want to read about it,’ he growled. ‘I want to do it. I want to do you.’ ’So what’s stopping you?’ Colt said. 'This.’ Dillon tore Colt’s belt away and practically ripped the zipper down its length. ‘And this.’ He hooked his fingers into the elastic rim of Colt’s briefs. His eyes dared Colt to stop him, to tell him anything but yes.” Jamie looked up from the pages. “You hear something?”

“Just my heartbeat and a lot of ragged breathing,” Ziva said. “Don’t stop now.”

Suddenly the ventilation grate near the ceiling popped off. A huge snake slithered down the wall to form a coil on the floor. The coil reared up and turned into Lamar. He glowered at Jamie.“So this is what you do on Wednesdays. Darkroom, my ass.”

“It’s a room,” Jamie stammered. “It’s dark.”

“This is why you can’t be with me? Because you have to be with—” He looked around. “Hey. You’re all women.”

“Last time we checked.” Penelope took command. “We’re a book club. We’re big fans of Tempest Arouz and her work. I’m the one who coerced Jamie into giving us previews. You’re fast, but it’s still a long wait between books.”

“And we’re going nuts with this whole Dillon/Coltrain thing,” Greely put in. “They should … ” She broke off and stared at the nothing between Lamar’s legs. “Where’s your ding-dong?”

“Somebody else explain to the frog that snakes are built differently. So that’s it?” Lamar said to Penelope. “You dragged my boyfriend away from me so you could talk about books?”

“So we could talk about dirty books,” Ziva corrected. “There’s a big difference. I’m assuming you read 50 Shades?”

“Couldn't get past the first twenty pages.” Lamar sniffed. “Christian's a rank amateur. Why am I only hearing about this group now?”

“Well … ” Jamie’s blush achieved a whole new level of red. “I know you think I don’t like what you write, but I do, really. Only if you knew that, you’d want to … ”

Lamar grinned. “Do all the stuff in the books?”

We thought you were already, Mary signed.

“We’re fascinated by the creative process,” Penelope said. “Could you tell us where you got the idea for the series? And why a series? You’ve only written standalones up until now.”

“That’s because up until now I was standing alone.” Lamar had no trouble switching over from miffed to center of their rapt attention. “Now that I’m in a committed relationship, I want to explore that in my writing. Hence the continuing story of Dillon and Colt.” He hooked his arm around Jamie’s waist and yanked the uncomfortable wolf against his naked serpentine body. “Let me tell you what prompted that scene my biggest fan here was reading.”

“How much of it was based on real life?” Ziva wanted to know.

Lamar’s grin got bigger. “Funny you should ask.”

# # #

Out in the coffee shop, two cowboys on a break listened to the peals of laughter echoing from behind the door to the back room. One of them sent a questioning look at the barista. “Book club,” the Goslin girl said with a shrug.

The cowboy snorted. “You kidding me? Books? They sit around reading? They call that fun?” He slurped a mouthful of coffee. “Women. They don’t know how the hell to have a really good time.”

Friday Smiles!

Happy Friday, Ya'll!

I feel like a kindergartener stand up for show and tell...a HUGE smile on my face and my pretty, pretty picture on display!  In this case it's the new cover to my recently sold, second book in the Northwood Jags series, erotic novel!

Huh.  See now I have a picture of that in my head and I really need to edit that first line!  Let's try this...

I feel like a kindergartener Jamie, at the erotic book club, standing up for show and tell...a HUGE smile on my face and my pretty, pretty picture on display! 

Yeah, that works better.  What?  Oh, erotic book club, you didn't know Talbot's Peak had one of those?  Yep, they sure do.  It's held in a back room at Java Joes.  Marissa relegated them there when Mistress P decided to learn Photoshop and took great joy in producing explicit book covers.  She's been missing Burgess something fierce.

Anyway, no, Penny did not produce my book cover.  That came from the wonderful Liquid Silver Books art dept.!  Didn't they do an awesome job! 

The Submission is set to release on 1/27/14...check out the blurb below.  I'm still working on edits so an excerpt will come at a later date.  :)

Blurb: Two is better than one.  Most would agree with that statement, but not full-blooded shifter LeAnn Turone.  To accept her need for multiple partners means facing a lifetime in a one-sided triad.  She’s better off denying her heritage even if that means walking away from two of the most delectable alpha males she’s ever met.

Rick Taylor and Trent Warren each think they’ve found their mate in LeAnn, but a midnight meeting deep in the woods proves them wrong.   Not only do they both long to connect to the sexy, but skittish, female they also find themselves attracted to one another.

Each member of this triad must free themselves from the fear of the future and submit to the greater power of love.
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Stay warm, wallow in your own special brand of wickedness and have a wonderful weekend!  

Serena

No Guts, No Glory...

Ziva kept her eyes focused on Penny’s dreamy, cream inducing boots and willed her stomach to return to its rightful place in her body.  Swallowing past the ball of acid had become impossible the closer they got to the door at the end of the hall.

“Penny, I-I don’t think I can do this…”

“Don’t punk out on me now, Z.”  Ziva cringed as Penny looked back and pinned her with what was affectionately called the Mistress eye. “Behind that door is a Texas Longhorn—naked and waiting to be dominated by me, I mean, you, er us.”

“It just doesn’t feel right, dominating someone other than the butt head.”

“How about you think of it as a punishment for Alpha butt head and a present for Ziva.  You know, pecs of stone, flanks all thick and juicy plus as rumor has it he’s hung even more than a horse.”

“Oh Lupa, Penny.”

Penny pulled her to a stop and stepped into her space.  “Think about that, Z.  Back in High School, you and I used to check out the locker room after the polo players had finished a game.  The colts were outstanding and don’t even get me started on the stallions.” 

Ziva smiled as Penny fanned herself at the thought of the well hung horses.  “I remember, but…”

“But nothing.  You were flitting around Nick’s airspace even back then and it didn’t stop you from partaking of what was offered. Don’t get hung up on logistics now, girl. This guy’s supposed to eclipse even the stallions!”

Ziva glanced between Penny and the door, weighing her options.  Eclipsing a stallion…that was tempting.

“Oooh, tongue to lip,” Penny purred.  “Ziva’s in!”

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“RALPH!” 

Mooney scribbled another line diagonally across the other four and looked over at Ralph.  Five times Nick had bellowed the bears name from his office and Ralph still looked well, like he always looked these days…sleepy, hungry and a little constipated.  He was playing with fire. Mooney knew a cage match between the two would prove to be pretty even, but this close to hibernation time mixed with
Nicks mate troubles gave his brother a decided advantage.  All that rage had to be let out somewhere and Mooney would gladly give someone else a chance to shoulder the pain.

“Frigging Lupa, Ralph, go up there before he comes ou…”  Too late.  An irate Nick stood looking down on them all from the catwalk around the bullpen.

“RALPH!”

“What?” The sleepy bears snorted.

Mooney slunk down in his seat, not wanting Nick to notice him.

“You’re on for Purple Fairy duty.  I want to know who this dumbass is and what his plan is for this Halloween.  Also…”

“No.”

Mooney tried hard to shut his suddenly open mouth and take his eyes off the accident just waiting to happen, but it was impossible.  He’d miss Ralph’s articles.

“What did you say?”  Spittle flew from Nick’s mouth, his eye’s glowed red. 

“No, I’m a movie reviewer, not a stupid news reporter.  Have Ziva do it.”

Silence descended on the pen except from the nervous twittering from a chickadee intern who’d been unable to maintain her human form when Nick bellowed.

“Ziva’s not here!”

“Oh we know.  You’d be in a better mood if she was.”

Goodbye Ralph, been nice knowing you… 

Mooney agreed, but it was never good to poke at an enraged wolf.  Nick might kick his ass, but he wouldn’t kill him.  Ralph however wouldn’t be so lucky.  “Ah, Nick.”

“Stay out of this, Moon.”

Mooney stood and willed himself not to run—at least not yet.  “Here’s the thing, Nick, you do need to get Z back.  Not just because she calms you, but because we all miss her around here.  Hell, she ran the weekly how many rulers does boss man go through this week pool.  Get her back, man.  Especially before she, ah, never mind.”  Mooney sat, kicking himself for tacking on the glitch at the end.  Marissa had told him that in confidence after she’d talked to Penny and Z at the coffee shop.

“Before what?”

“Nothing…”

“BEFORE WHAT, Moon.” 

Decisions, decisions…would breaking his promise be a good thing or a bad in this situation.  Maybe it would get Nick off his ass.  “Penny took Z under her wing and is going to share her new sub.” 

Nick shimmered like he was losing his human form.  Unheard of for an alpha, unless someone was going to die.  “WHO!”

“Ah, that Texas Longhorn who was in the other day looking for work.”

“WHEN!”  Nick’s question was so garbled with canine growling Mooney barely understood.”

“Tonight, at Dante’s, er,” Mooney looked at the local clock, then back to his brother. “About now.”

The wolf won its bid for freedom and raced from the front door of the gazette.  Shattered glass sounded through the building and everyone sat in silence.

“Bummer for Ziva.”  Ralph yawned.

“Bummer for the Texas Longhorn.” Chickadee intern whispered, having finally come back to her human form.

“Nope, bummer for Nick.”  Jamie spoke, still cleaning the F-stop on his camera.  “One look at the Longhorn’s junk and Z will say ta-ta to wolf loving.  You know what they say…everything’s…”

“Bigger in Texas!” Everyone in the bullpen spoke at once then erupted in laughter.  There was nothing better than a job with good time feel and coworkers who were like family.
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Happy Friday everyone!  So today's flash is veeeery rough.  It was totally a spur of the moment thing which I found loads of fun to write, especially since Nick and Ziva have gone off the rails.

Serena

Dressing Up & Hanging Out, Size Does Matter

Little mink eyes watched as his Mistress, and her friend Ziva, dressed for tonight’s entertainment.  They never gave a thought to him still being in the room and one thing he could safely say was that Nick was one lucky SOB and an even bigger ass. 

“Ziva, turn around and give us a full frontal of your world-class body in that outfit.”

Danny agreed.  Ziva was built in a way that could make an alpha male drop to his knees and promise her the world.  It would also make a beta mink weep with the unfairness of said world.  He would never be enough for Ziva; he was barely enough for Mistress P.

“Not funny, Penny” Ziva said, tugging at the barely there top Danny would love to stick his head inside.

“Stop tugging and let me see.”  Mistress slapped Ziva’s hands away from her chest and pulled her close with the open eyelets in the fabric descending between her luscious tits.  Mink genitalia made itself known when his colorful bird stuck her hands down along wolf breasts and made them move. 
“Lift and separate, sweets.”   

“Been waiting long to give me a grope, Penny?”

“Eons…  And that Mistress to you, Z.”

“I’m hanging out, Mistress.”

“You look beautiful.”

“My nipples are showing.”

Danny praised all the higher beings he could think of for the bounty they had provided.

“Just the tops of your areolas, Z, not the nips.”

“Why can’t I wear my own leathers?”

“Those are ones you use with Nick.  Tonight you are going to experience a Texas Longhorn.  A Longhorn, Z.  You want something that doesn’t have wolf musk on it.”

“I’m a wolf, Mistress.”

“Okay, male wolf musk.”

“Fine.”

Mistress turned to him and pointed a fabulously painted nail in his direction, her hand signal one he knew.  Danny used his sharp claws to carefully climb the arm covered in leather and wrap himself around her neck.  “Now, my Apẻritif,” she stroked his head and whispered into his ear.  Without our Penguino here for protection you will stay in this room, you may order one thing from the kitchen…you may not pleasure yourself in either human or mink form.  Yes, I saw you checking out Ziva. 
When I return, I shall show you what naughty minks earn from their Mistress’.

Danny scurried down Mistress P’s arm just as gently as he’d climbed up, a little mink grin on his face.  She would show him the love when she returned, did that also mean she would not be partaking of this new toys goodies?

“Let’s go Z.  It’s time to find out if everything is bigger in Texas!”
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Here's to hoping Mistress P finds what she's looking for, Nick hears about what Ziva is doing and feels great guilt and Danny really does only order one thing from room service!

Have a great weekend!
Serena