Wowee – I’m excited to be on your blog today Kay –
I’ve been thinking about how people come to the saucier side and what better place to blurt out my thoughts than here?
It’s a theme I love to explore – how one little sensation can set off a chain of events where you might find yourself in a completely unexpected place, doing things you’d never even dreamed of…
Lena, the hero in my new novel, does just that – while training to become a collector (more in the blurb), she finds herself blossoming from a sexually naive young woman to a lustful goddess who craves the cane and bondage. I loved being on the journey with this character – how shy she is at first to voice her desires – I wonder if that’s something a lot of people can identify with. Feeling insecure about our own fantasies and crossing the line into reality.
I wanted to share a moment in my book, A Clockwork Butterfly, where Lena is feeling constrained by her duties and tries to ease her feelings of helplessness by wrapping herself in her sheets, as a metaphor for her situation. Comfort comes in a different way and brings with it an unexpected new desire…
“Don’t fucking follow me, Mae,” she shouted over her shoulder, holding up her hand in a way that she hoped looked like she meant what she said.
In her bunk, Lena closed her eyes and tried to make sense of the enormity of her situation. Rationally, and with the sense of duty so insistently rammed into her by her mother and the society as a whole, she knew what her responsibilities were. But emotionally, she was furious. She wanted to run around the place shrieking and tearing it apart. Her heart was broken. She felt humiliated and used.
Winding her sheets around her as tight as she could, she tried to constrict any movement that would hint at her being alive with her own free will. She wanted to physically mimic the constraint she felt here in this place and in her head. Wrapping up her entire body, including her head and face, she took care to pull tight around her chest and neck. The swaddling impeded her movements and slowed her mind. Pressure mounted all over her body. It eased on her ankle, so she stretched her leg out a little to tighten the bindings. Her breath was heating up the fabric around her face and she lay for a few moments, descending into her own thoughts.
It dawned on her that there was really nothing she could do about any of it. The women were told they were free to leave at any time, but Lena knew the gates were sealed. There was no way to leave without full cooperation from the Archmatria. Lena would have to do her time.
Fine. She would lie back with her legs open. They could do what they wanted with her body, but Lena made a pact with herself that her mind would remain guarded at all times.
Inhaling as deeply as she could in her bindings, she began to unwrap herself. Her arms were pinned fast to her chest and she wriggled trying to ease herself free. It was no good. As she wriggled, she got more tangled and hot. Panic took hold of her as the heated material encasing her face began to suffocate her. Muffled shouts swam in her own ears as she thrashed and writhed around her bed trying to break free.
“Lena! What the hell…” Mae yanked the sheet from Lena’s face and she gulped in air, choking and spluttering into her enemy’s face.
“Fuck off, Mae.” She hissed, feeling humiliated once more.
She was hot, sweaty, and still tangled when Mae straddled her, placing her succulent lips over Lena’s, kissing her hard. Lena pushed her head forward, trying to force her off, but Mae’s tongue had found a way in and snaked around inside, exploring and calming her. Lena gave in. What else could she do? If her sex juices were being procured to intoxicate some poor man’s sperm, well Lena could understand that sort of spell. Mae had well and truly cast one on her.
While pinning her to the bed, Mae devoured Lena’s mouth, shifting from her face to her neck. Lena concentrated on the bindings, tightening then releasing. It was arousing to feel so helpless and heat gathered between her tightly wrapped thighs.
Mae stopped kissing and roughly rolled Lena onto her front.
“You don’t know how special you are,” Mae whispered. She reached down to Lena’s bottom, smoothing the linen bandages over her buttocks. Lena responded by lifting her hips, pressing her ass up to meet the caresses. “You don’t know. But I know.” Mae’s voice was soft, but there was an edge to it that Lena hadn’t heard before. A hint of anger, perhaps? Lena’s pussy dampened at the thought that she’d driven Mae to fury. Would Mae punish her?
Mae harshly tugged at the sheets encasing Lena’s ass and yanked and pulled until her cheeks were exposed. Lena held her breath. She was terrified and excited all at once. Smack! A noise split the electrified silence a second before the raw sting came. Her ass burned then smack! Smack! Smack! All in quick succession, getting harder each time. Mae was angry and taking it out on Lena’s bare flesh. She tensed and braced herself for the next onslaught. And it came. Hard.
The smacking sounds echoed around the room and Lena could no longer distinguish the echoes from the actual blows; they were coming so quickly. Mae was breathing hard and the occasional grunt would follow the smacks. It made Lena wet and horny. She circled her constrained hips and wiggled her thighs as best she could to try and get relief. The smacks had stopped and Mae blew her cooling breath over Lena’s painful buttocks, soothed it with her palm, and gently probed the depths between with her fingertips…
Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?
Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.
Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She’s assigned a male who’s predicted to be her perfect match.
Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor.
Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn’t know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love?
Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f, f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction
Watch a trailer for A Clockwork Butterfly here!
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Thanks so much for having me today Kay x x
It’s my pleasure Tabitha Rayne! The Clockwork Butterfly looks great- and what a wonderful trailer! Many thanks for coming to visit today.