*Fair Warning:  This excerpt contains graphic content and language.*

My latest naughty tale released today at Ellora’s Cave. I had a ton of fun writing this one because I was able to explore some of the darker fantasies lurking in the far recesses of my mind. A few people have asked about the title. English vice is actually a term used to describe spanking games, particularly over-the-knee style paddling and over-the-desk caning. If you’re brave, Google it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you first!

Here’s a blurb and excerpt for your enjoyment. You can read another snippet or purchase at Ellora’s Cave.

Blurb:

Every Wednesday night, Jas revels in the debauched sexual games Cy concocts. The stinging kiss of leather, the burn of hemp rope and the soft thud of suede transport her to plains of ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams. Pain and pleasure. Submission and trust.

For Cy, these evenings feed his need for kink and fuel his addiction to Jasmine, his luscious Latina goddess. With Jas, he finds that deeper connection he’s always craved. He senses she needs him just as desperately. And it terrifies him.

Love and lust—Cy knows only too well how the two can be confused. Jas knows differently…but convincing Cy means denying herself her greatest desire.

Excerpt:

*Warning* Not for the faint of heart or those objectionable to explicit sexual content

Heart in his throat, Cy barged into Jas’ office and quickly shut and locked the door behind him. Startled, Jas looked up from the fridge. Her green eyes widened as she tightly gripped a plastic container in her hand. She swallowed hard. A satisfied thrill rippled through his belly. “Put that back in the fridge.”

“What?” Amusement and confusion skipped across her face.

“Put it back in the fridge.” Cy turned his back on her as he twisted the thin plastic rods controlling the slats of the black blinds. With the blinds closed, he walked toward the stereo unit hooked into her MP3 player and increased the volume. He shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the nearest chair. He heard the fridge door close and caught her gaze as she turned toward him. He noticed the tic in her cheek. Just as he wanted her…

Without a word, Cy sat on the simple wooden chair behind her desk. Any other day he would have complained about the uncomfortable seat, but not today. The chair had no arms and would serve his purpose well. Their gazes clashed and held. The uncertainty and hunger there was unmistakable. Cy patted his lap. “Come here, Jasmine.”

Jas glanced at his legs and then his face. He thought she might refuse. After a second’s hesitation, she did as he’d asked. Without prompting, she assumed the spanking position, resting the full weight of her body on his lap. Cy’s mouth went dry at the sight of her turned over his knees. He plucked the claw-like clip from her hair and tossed it onto her desk. His fingers ran through her loose black curls. As he surveyed her penitent form, Cy noticed the hot pink and lime green sneakers on her feet. He’d have expected some kind of strappy sandal on anyone else, but Jas was always business and safety in the lab.

When his left hand touched the small of her back, she relaxed into him. He heard a soft sigh escape her lips. Ever so slowly, he pulled up her tiered skirt and bared the pink cotton panties beneath. He cupped her buttocks through the fabric and marveled at the gooseflesh spreading across her skin. Grasping the elastic waist of her panties, Cy peeled them down to reveal the tanned flesh he loved so much. Faint lines still covered her ass from the caning he’d given her more than a week ago. He brushed his hand across her skin, warming it with his palms. Already his cock twitched at the sensation of being in control.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Cy said as his hands kneaded her fleshy cheeks.

“Yes,” Jas breathlessly replied.

“Why?” He waited for her answer but there was none. His left hand came down hard against her right cheek. She wiggled on his lap. Cy smacked the left cheek and then the right again with rapid strokes. Jas inhaled sharply. “Why, Jasmine?”

“I can’t,” she said, strained.

“Can’t?” He slapped her ass harder this time, letting the blows fall multiple times. “Or won’t?”

“Please…”

Cy didn’t pause his spanking. He knew that tone of voice all too well. She wasn’t asking him to stop but to continue. He gave her exactly what she wanted. A hot blush colored her skin where his palm landed time and again. She squirmed and moaned, rocking her pelvis against his thigh. If he slipped his fingers between the silken lips of her sex, he’d find her slick cream waiting for him. She needed him just as badly as he did her…