Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Kally's Tour Stop

Stop 14 Parallel Universe between Nobody’s Perfect and Somebody’s Angel
Welcome to the 14th stop in Kallypso Master’s “How it Began” two-day blog tour. Thanks for having me, For The Love of Books.
If you’re just joining in, you can get a list of the tour stops in order at my Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell blog page. [on the words Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell, LINK TO:]
Now for an excerpt from the yet-to-be-released Somebody’s Angel! This stop in the “How it Began” blog tour, I’ll show you the scene that happened the day before the one in stop #13. This scene has only been through the first round of edits with my four content editors, though, and may change in the final version published next month, but here’s a peek. By the way, Marc and Angelina are in Aspen visiting with his family over New Year’s weekend.
As readers of the series know, this couple has been together for more than four months, so why not jump right into a nice spanking scene right at the start (Chapter One!)?

… The Bella Montagna resort was huge, opulent even by Aspen standards. They could probably hide out on the grounds for a week without being found.
She wished. But that was a useless fantasy. Sooner or later, she'd have to face them. Dinner tonight, Marc had said.
Angelina looked up at Marc, furrowing her eyebrows. "Enough what?"
"Enough worrying. They are going to love you as much as I do, cara. This tug-of-war in your head has to end. Now."
"The only butt I want right now is yours over my knee. Strip."
Her heart thudded, and she let her coat puddle at her feet. "Yes, Sir."
She pulled the heavy sweater over her head, hearing the static crackling through her hair. He'd insisted she go braless this morning—and he'd copped a few feels on the drive to Aspen. In seconds, she was half naked. His gaze lowered to her breasts, and her nipples puckered.
Marc reached out to touch one nipple. The buildup of static electricity discharged, causing her to inhale sharply and pull away from the pain. He laughed. "We'll have to explore the violet wand in the playroom or club sometime."
While not on her list of hard limits, she'd never liked the idea of Marc using kinky electricity on her body. If that tiny spark had hurt so much, imagine what it would feel like with heavier currents coursing through her entire body.
Angelina shuddered, reaching for her pleated skirt's waistband before he stayed her hand. "Leave the skirt. Lose the tights."
Her pussy muscles tightened. Mio Dio. As she anticipated his bare hand on her equally bare butt, her breathing became rapid and shallow. She needed this badly after stressing over meeting his family since Christmas. Well, after Christmas maybe. Memories of that day and the special holiday scene he’d treated her to in the upstairs playroom, complete with candy canes, warmed the pit of her belly. She'd never look at those giant candy sticks or their curved smaller counterparts the same way again.
Reaching up under her skirt, she snagged the waistband of her black tights with her thumbs and quickly shimmied them over her butt to her knees. She plunked down on the four-poster bed to remove her shoes and take the tights the rest of the way off. She wore no panties, another of Marc's commands this morning that clued her in that he intended to play at some point today. But on cold days like this one, he allowed her to wear tights if they'd be outside.
He always seemed to know how uncomfortable and unsteady she was in fuck-me stiletto heels, though, and never asked her to wear them. A very considerate Dom.
When she dropped the tights onto the floor, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and calves, heating her.
"Stand and present yourself."
Angelina stood, cast her gaze to the floor in front of her, and planted her feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart. Her hands grasped her elbows behind her back, causing her breasts to jut out. Marc's warm hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples until she gasped.
"I love your tits."
So I've noticed. "Thank you, Sir."
He lowered his mouth to one, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging until she nearly lost her footing.
He straightened and sighed, as if regretting he didn't have time to continue exploring her breasts. Then he went to his toy bag. When he pulled out one of his paddles, she almost took an involuntary step back. The paddle? Why? She hadn't been bad.
Marc sat down on the edge of the mattress and laid the wooden paddle beside him. The turquoise-colored duvet enhanced the mirror image of the word "M-I-N-E." That word would soon be imprinted on her butt. She hated the sting of that paddle. Damn Luke for making it, and damn herself [her?] for choosing to present the gift to Marc this Christmas. She could have withheld it, but the sentiment seemed sweet at the time. Some day she would get her revenge on dear, sweet Luke.
"Kneel." He tossed a pillow from the bed down in front of him, between his knees.
She was permitted to use her hands to get into a new position, so she released her elbows and used her hands on his knees to ease herself down onto the pillow. Once steady, her hands returned to clasp her elbows at her lower back.
"Remove my shoes." She untied and slipped off the Guccis he’d dug out from the back of the closet this morning. Setting them aside she then tossed her coat and sweater onto a chair and resumed her position.
After reminding her of their safeword, as if she’d need it for one of his spankings, he said, "You need to take your mind off dinner tonight. Please me with your mouth."
Releasing her elbows again, she eased down the zipper of his black Armani pants and pulled out his penis. She'd never grow tired of the sight of him, large and stiff for her.
Leaning back on his elbows, he grinned down at her. "No hands."
Angelina scooted closer to better control the depth at which he could penetrate her mouth. No point letting her gag reflex steal the scene. As if licking a melting ice-cream cone, she let the tip of her tongue trace the engorged vein along the length of him, then returned to the head. His hiss and the bobbing of his penis told her she'd pleased him. Maybe he was a little tense about this visit, too, and needed the session as much as she did.
Banishing from her head all thoughts of meeting his family, Angelina leaned forward as far as she could and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. Her mouth pulled him toward her as she sucked him deeper. At this angle, it would be difficult to bring him as deeply as she’d like to down her throat, so she concentrated on the head, flicking her tongue around the rim and paying special attention to the sensitive notch on the underside. His cock bobbed again, and she tasted his salty pre-cum. She grew wet thinking about having him inside her. Soon, she hoped.
"Your mouth is so hot, amore.”
Emboldened by his words, she sucked the head harder and he hissed again, pumping his hips up until the tip of his penis hit the roof of her mouth. She loved pleasing her Dom this way and he loved it, too.
Suddenly, he placed his hands on either side of her face and moved her away. Puzzled, she blinked up at him.
"I don't want to come in your mouth or on your face. We don't have a lot of time to clean you up before you meet my family. Stand, pet."
She maneuvered herself to her feet and took a step back before resuming her presentation stance, unsure what he wanted her to do next.
Marc stood as well, kicking away the pillow and unbuckling his belt. He released the button. "Remove my pants."
Unclasping her hands, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and lowered them, taking his boxer briefs in the same motion. His penis stood out, fierce and erect, surrounded by tufts of dark curly hair. Impulsively, she placed a kiss on the tip as she continued to remove his pants.
"You did not have permission to do that, pet."
“Sorry, Sir.” Not really.
Marc sat down so she could shuck the pant legs the rest of the way off. She fought the urge to straddle him, because they were being formal now. Living with him these last few months, she'd learned a lot about discipline. He’d trained her to do as she was told during a scene, not to allow her impulses to get the better of her, and not to clutter her mind with thoughts that pulled her out of the scene. Otherwise, there would be consequences. She glanced at the paddle again.
"Across my lap. Now."
Angelina swallowed hard as she laid across his lap. With his penis poking into her stomach, her body was evenly distributed on either side of his thighs. Her hair hung loose and curtained her face—not that he could see her anyway. She grew wet anticipating the sting of his hand on her butt. He always started with his hand.
"Hands flat on the floor."
Shit. She didn't like that position, because it left her with very little control—so open and vulnerable. However, she did as he'd ordered. His penis now pressed against her pubic bone and each swat of his hand would send a jolt to him, as well.
He lifted her short skirt and his warm hand caressed her butt. She squirmed when his fingers traced the crack to the swollen folds of her pussy. "So damned wet for me, pet. Thank you."
"Thank you, Sir, for making me wet." Her voice sounded breathless to her ears. Hurry, Sir. I need this!
His finger slid inside her opening, and she squeezed him in welcome. They hadn't made love this morning, and she wanted him inside her so badly. However, it wouldn't happen for a while at least. Perhaps not for hours—even days. Sometimes he preferred to leave her on edge for long periods before he gave her the relief she craved desperately. As he removed his finger, she hoped he'd touch her clit and give her release.
Not expecting the spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.
His hand came down on her other butt cheek equally as hard, and she squeezed her cheeks together. Several more swats rained down on her in quick succession, and she held her breath as the familiar warmth spread over her bottom.
"Open wider for me, pet."
Oh, no. She hated when he struck directly on her pussy or clit. Knowing it would only be worse if she didn't respond quickly, she angled her left leg toward his knee, exposing herself to him fully.
"Ow, mio Dio!" His hand struck directly on her clit, and she jerked, trying to avoid the next blow. Swat! No such luck. Tears ran down her nose. The release of tension as he continued to spank her left her sobbing; then the familiar euphoria sent her floating. Bliss.
The paddle landed on her left cheek and surprised her, stinging her sore skin and bringing her back to the present with a vengeance. How long had she zoned out?

Free and Almost Free Books Available in the Rescue Me Series
For those wanting a free glimpse into the Rescue Me world, you can get started with the FREE introduction, Masters at Arms. This book introduces six characters who will go on to have happily ever after Romances shared about them. (Adam & Karla, Damián & Savannah, Marc, and in a small part here but with more to come later, Grant.)

Better yet, because I don’t want you to stop there, I’ve just released a new combination e-book download of the first TWO books in the series—Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel—for only 99 cents! You save $3 off the cost of purchasing Nobody’s Angel as a single. Nobody’s Angel introduces you to Angelina and shows her exploration into the world of BDSM, but Marc remained so closed off still in this book, it won’t be until the December release, Somebody’s Angel, that readers will come full circle with this couple. The paperback version of Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel is 467 pages long, so this is a bargain at 99 cents! You’ll find buy links to all of my books, which currently are available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, Kobo, Apple, and Smashwords, at my Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell blog page. [on the words Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell, LINK TO:].
Here also are the direct links to this new title at Amazon [On Amazon, LINK TO:] and Barnes & Noble [On Barnes & Noble LINK TO:].

Giveaway Time! Free eBook in the Rescue Me Series!
At each of the 15 stops, I’ll be gifting one randomly chosen reader a copy of a book in the Rescue Me Series (a $4.99 value), chosen from Nobody’s Hero, Nobody’s Perfect, or the soon-to-be-released Somebody’s Angel. Fill out the Rafflecopter for your chance(s) to win! As with all of my giveaways, this is open internationally. And we’ll also send through the mail some cool swag items, including this red Ka-thunk! pen, hand fan, a Masters Brat button, and other cool stuff!

Next Stop!
Your next stop in this blog tour will be at Scandalous Book Blog ( ) previous stop was . You also can get links to all of the blogs at my own Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell blog. [on the words Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell, LINK TO:]. By Friday, we’ll be sure to update with the direct links to each of the entries so you can follow easily and start gathering those answers to the 15 trivia questions!


  1. Can't wait to read the rest of Marc and Angels story

  2. That was good....AND left me hanging!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah:)

  3. I would love to win a copy of any of the series each of them left me wanting the next and I can't wait for the new release!