#SatSpanks Blissfully Confused - A snippet from #Priest #EroticRomance SIN BIN

I know these are scary and uncertain times for everyone and we're all trying to do our best to keep our spirits up for whatever might come next. A lot of people are turning to reading to fill our time, and keep our minds off, even if just for a little while, the reality of what is happening all around the world right now. If you are reading this, stay safe and well, my friends. Be kind, share, and let's take care of each other. We're all in this together. 

So, in an attempt to help with some distraction and hopefully for your entertainment I'm sharing an extract from Sin Bin. Make sure to hop on over to Saturday Spankings Central for a list of this weeks Sat Spanks participants or click through the linky list at the bottom of this post.

Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Camillah’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.

Extract from Sin Bin:

Even though she knew it was coming, the first strike made Camillah flinch.

He alternated between lashing and dragging the strands over her skin. There wasn’t an inch of flesh—from her shoulders to her backside—neglected.

There was no real power behind the strokes, but after a while the repetitiveness began to wear on her skin, heating it.

She jerked when he unexpectedly changed direction and swatted her upper thighs. Just as quickly, he returned to the tailbone area, then the backs of her legs once more. The switching kept her blissfully confused.

The tassels worked closer and closer to her pussy, but instead of dreading it, she found herself craving it. Almost begging for it.

About the Book:

When Daunté Bennifetto left home to attend seminary school, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in. But it would seem God had other plans.

After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed one bit, now headlining as an exotic dancer.

When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah's disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter's life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. He knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can’t stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.  

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When Daunté Bennifetto left home to attend seminary school, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in. But it would seem God had other plans.

After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah's disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter's life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. Because of their sordid past, he knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can't seem to stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.

Author Note: For the first time, Sin Bin is available as a standalone short story. This erotic romance is also featured in Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, a multi-author anthology, edited by Torrance Sené. Sin Bin, the standalone, has a tiny bit of added content and differs only slightly from the antho version.

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After a quick shower, Camillah gathered her belongings, when there was a knock at her dressing-room door.

“Yeah?” She glanced up to find co-worker and friend Tabitha standing there.

“I already know your answer, but some guy wants a private room with you.”

A zing of excitement shot through her. It had to be him. She tried to play it cool.

“You know I don’t do that.” Camillah eased her carryall onto her shoulder.

“Yep, but I thought you’d wanna know since it’s that hunk of deliciousness you’ve been teasing unmercifully for weeks.”

Oh, God! He’d finally asked for her.

“Well done, you finally pushed him over the edge.” Tab grinned.

“What’s he want?” Camillah inquired, trying to seem composed, though inside she was bouncing.

Tab’s eyebrows rose. “Holy fuck! Are you considering this?”

Camillah cocked her head. “Depends what he’s looking for.”

“He wasn’t real specific. He’s nervous as fuck, though he did want you in costume.”

“I already had a shower, and there’s no way I’m shoehorning myself back into that corset tonight.” She looked down at her shorts and T-shirt. “He can take me as I am or not at all. Makes no difference to me.”

“I’ll let him know.”

“That’s all right. I’ll go talk to him. He’ll figure it out when I walk in this way, he’ll also know who’s really in charge.” She set her bag down then followed Tab into the corridor.

“That’s my girl.” Tabitha squeezed her shoulder. “Keep things light. And remember, if you need help…scream.”

“That’s comforting,” Camillah mumbled.

“One last thing.” Tab stopped her.

“What’s that?”

“He doesn’t want you to look at him.”

Camillah paused, frowning. “I’ve already seen him.” Though, if the cops asked her to make a composite sketch of him, she’d be hard pressed on details.

Tab shrugged. “Takes all kinds, Cam.”

Her skin prickled with excitement along with a healthy dose of apprehension. Camillah opened the door of the “living room”. All the private rooms had a theme. This one was sparsely furnished with a couch, coffee table, and flat screen TV.

It didn’t matter that the man in black didn’t want her to look at him. He’d pulled the adjustable lamp with the large round shade down, and aimed it at the door, casting a shadow over the upper part of his body. Really all she could see were his legs. He sat in a casual pose, but the substantial bulge in the tight-fitting black denim was unmistakable. That alone thrilled her.

“What’s your name, honey?” she asked with more bravado than she felt.

Silence was his response.

“No names? That’s cool,” she said, as she closed the door. “So, what’s your pleasure, Cash?”

“Cash?” he questioned.

Ha! She’d made him speak.

“Yes, I’ve dubbed you the man in black. You know, like Johnny Cash,” she explained.

She sat opposite him on the only other furniture in the room, one of those old wooden circular chairs with the spindled back.

“So, you finally asked for me. What took you so long?” she goaded.

He didn’t answer.

“You could at least say something. I don’t come back here for just anybody. In fact, I don’t come back here at all. Ask anybody,” she challenged.

“I did.” He shot back.

She tried to hide her surprise.

“Then you know, I don’t give hand jobs or blowjobs, and I certainly don’t fuck.”

“But you do have a dirty mouth,” he drawled.

Her hackles went up. “Some guys dig a little dirty talk, and I didn’t come back here for your judgment either.”

“Then why did you agree to this?” He kept his voice low as if he might be trying to obscure it. Did she know him?

“Curiosity, I guess,” she replied.

“You know what they say about curiosity,” he warned.

Was that a smile she detected in his tone? She relaxed a little from the dirty mouth remark, though everything else about this little meeting had her on high alert.

“Yeah, it makes life interesting,” she retorted.

He chuckled. “I guess it does.”

“So, what can I do for you, Cash? Considering I don’t do much.”

Nervously, he cleared his throat. “Your number was different tonight,” he said, this time there was a sexy catch in his tone.

“You noticed,” she said, pleased.

He smoothed his hands over the black denim covering his legs, then he pulled at one knee. She hoped his current discomfort had everything to do with her.

“I want you to finish,” he said, gruffly.

She blinked. “Finish?”

“What you started out there. What you’ve been playing at for weeks. Teasing me.”

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Sin Bin

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H K Carlton

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When Daunté Bennifetto left to attend seminary, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in, but it would seem God had other plans. After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget.

The wild, spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Camillah’s mother asks Daunté to intervene, he can’t seem to stay away. Night after night Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cammie's feet, in a club appropriately named, the Sin Bin.

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Sonni de Soto

Piper Denna

Charlotte French

Bronwyn Green

Leandra Vane

Mira Stanley

Jordan Monroe

HK Carlton

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H K Carlton

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Astronauts Sawyer Hatcher and Bennedict Scott have just set the record for consecutive days in space.

It's Jessa MacArdle's job to observe their day-to-day condition. Living in microgravity can take a toll on not only the body but also the mind. As their time on the ISS lengthens both nauts begin to exhibit strange quirks never before documented, including inappropriate sexual innuendo, which is directed straight at Jess.

But Jessa has no delusions. The majority of side-effects dissipate once gravity is restored. Besides, there was no way, two such formidable men, would give a full-figured girl like her a second glance, let alone make good on the dark and delicious promises, made over an innocuous wall of monitors.

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Dee Maselle

Ian D Smith

Rose Wulf

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Ashe Barker

Morgan King

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Enjoy this +18 excerpt from Sin Bin:

From backstage Camillah looked out at the growing crowd. Even beyond the bright lights she could see him, the man in black. Excitement bubbled low in her stomach. He’d been coming in sporadically over the past few weeks. As usual he had his cap pulled low, his collar up, but there was something about him.

For the first time, he sat close to the stage and not tucked away in the shadows. He was growing bolder, coming closer to her, she thought fancifully. It was weird, this attraction to him. It gave her hope that one day she might actually fall for another guy. The familiar pain at the mere thought of Daunté cramped her chest, but she pushed it aside for once.

Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. In his honor she selected a black corset, with two brilliant white satin ribbons which ran up either side of her ribcage and disappeared under her ample breasts. Thigh-high fishnet stocking held by garters and short black boots finished off the simple sexy ensemble.

As she was about to leave the dressing area, she added one last item to complete the look. A goth-looking rosary. The vee of the necklace ended just under her breasts. The rest of the chain, from the Glory Be bead down, dangled past her belly button ending with the black crucifix.

"Cam, you're on," the stage-manager called.

Toward the back of the slightly raised dais, Camillah stood on her mark.

Focusing on the dark stranger, she struck a pose.

The lights lowered. The DJ cued her music.

In the center of the spotlight she started to dance, at first for the audience. She fed off their energy. But as she began to feel the music, everything and everyone else faded away, except for him.

Dramatically she reached for him, then bent and caved, as if devastated he didn’t reciprocate.

She spun away and leapt. The music slowed. She swayed using her body in sensual yet graceful movement.

As hoped, she had him riveted. His entire frame tensed. His broad shoulders bunched. But his focus never strayed.

Slow and deliberate she ran her hands over the soft brocade of the corset molding all of her curves. Though she couldn’t see, she imagined his greedy gaze following every gesture. She cupped her breasts and arched her back. Her nipples beaded and strained against the tight fabric.

Exaggerating her facial expressions, Camillah closed her eyes and opened her mouth on a silent moan.

Changing direction, she took a slow exploratory journey back down her core. The crowd went wild with raucous catcalls and shrill whistles. They weren't used to this kind of bump-and-grind from her.

As she reached her lower stomach, she splayed her fingers over her satin-covered mound. Her pussy tingled where she touched. She tucked her fingers between her legs and cupped herself. A collective gasp surprised and exhilarated her. It was a heady feeling.

Strutting down the catwalk, she walked between the rapt patrons, and moved within feet of the man in black. It was the closest she'd ever been to him.

The music crescendoed to a frenzied beat. She worked her hips in kind. She had him spellbound. He sat stiff, frozen.

To the tempo she sank to a sitting position on the very top step of the risers that led to the stage. It wasn’t part of what she’d choreographed, but she went by feel. She opened her legs. The gusset at the crotch pulled tight.

She placed her elbows on her knees. The cross on the chain dangled between them.

Camillah teased him, curling her fingers inward, inching ever closer to the target.

Once more she cupped her cunt through the fabric but this time she rubbed in a circular pattern—teasing him yet and heightening her own arousal.

The number was drawing to a close. Coyly, she toyed with the snaps holding the corset closed between her legs, letting him wonder, would she or wouldn’t she.

The second the music ended, she did it—ripped open the snaps, just as the stagehands rendered the space back to black, dousing the lights. But it was enough. Right before she lost sight of him, she’d seen him bolt from his chair—hand outstretched—as he caught a sneak peek of her slick naked flesh.

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Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

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Here's a snippet from my story, Sin Bin...

As he made his way to his office he'd no idea what to expect. This might be the end of everything.

Daunté took a deep breath before he entered.

The sight he beheld made him gasp.

Camillah was draped over his chair with her skirt rucked up, her exquisitely toned ass, bared, much as he'd commanded her to do at the club. Beside her, on the floor she'd placed a wooden switch, a throwback from Father Eton’s tenure.

Resisting, Daunté fisted his hands. But the urge to cane her, even once so he could watch the deep red welt develop on her pale skin, was almost overwhelming.

Of all the times he'd fantasized about her, he'd never allowed his dirty mind to envision quite this. To have her half-naked and vulnerable, at this mercy inside the church was the most wickedly arousing scene he ever could have imagined.

Though it was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done, he bent to help her rise. "This is not the place." But Lord have mercy on his rotten soul, he wanted it to be.

She snatched her arm from his grasp.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." Her voice was muffled as she faced away from him.

Daunté caught his lower lip between this teeth to keep from moaning.

“Is this what you want, Father Sin?” she raged, through gritted teeth. “To punish me? To humiliate me over and over again? Is that how you get off?”

She made no attempt to stand but instead kneed her way around so she could face him. She leaned forward and placed her forehead against his body. The hardest part, at that very moment. There was no hiding it, he was intensely aroused.

She gripped the hem of his robe and parted it.

He knew he should stop her, but he didn't have the willpower. He wanted this. Here. Now.

As if in a trance she rubbed her forehead, her cheeks and her lips over his hardness.

Reaching up she undid his button and fly, then dragged his trousers and boxers to his ankles. His dick bobbed between them.

With cool fingers she took hold of him and pulled his straining cock downward, inches from her mouth. 

Daunté tensed, almost dancing from foot-to-foot in anticipation.

Camillah's breath fanned his hot flesh. Her lips hovered. It was then that she looked up at him.

The naked desire in her eyes made his knees weak.

"Let me worship you,” she whispered.

He groaned and laced his hands into her hair, granting silent permission. 

Reverently, she bowed her head and kissed the throbbing tip.

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Special Guest Mira Stanley @MiraStanleyAuth Taking Mary Beth [Sacred and Profane Antho] @SexyLittlePages

I'm thrilled to have one of my fellow Sacred & Profane Anthology authors on the blog today. Please welcome the fabulous Mira Stanley!

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You might be wondering what all the whispering is about. I’ve got the inside info. It’s about women indulging in what makes them smile, squirm, and send come-hither looks to their lovers.

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It’s about all people, regardless of gender, ethnicity, or comic-book-hero preference, embracing whatever it is that sparks their sexuality.

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It’s about enjoying something that leaves you burning and eager for more yet oddly satisfied.

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It’s about the sacred.

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And the profane.

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Together.

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I teamed up with a bunch of awesome authors (ahem, HK included!) to celebrate all the things that titillate us in the way of the sacred and profane.

I’ve read the whole anthology, and it’s a truly excellent collection of short stories. This isn’t smut for smut’s sake. These are stories of love, retribution, and soul-cleansing confession. They are stories of faith and fantasy.

Here’s a short excerpt from my story in SACRED & PROFANE, Taking Mary Beth:

I lift the bag from her hands and say, “I’ve got one question for you, sweetheart. Did that man kill your mother?”

She looks at her prone father with her face void of emotion. When she looks back at me, her eyes grow shiny. She nods, and her mouth twists.

I know right then she’s never confessed it before. Her father’s threats have kept her quiet for fifteen years. Literally. Someday, maybe she’ll tell me about the life she’s lived in this house without her mother, but at the moment, all I care about is us putting that life in the rearview mirrors so we can start a new life together.

“Thank you for trusting me with that.” I mean that sincerely. Admitting her father’s sin took courage. I offer her my hand. “Ready to ride?”

Her eyes go round. I would bet my leathers she’s never been on a bike before. My Mary Beth is about to experience a lot of firsts. I plan to make each one magical, especially the one I have in store for her tonight.

What are you waiting for? If these themes light your fire, grab your copy of Sacred & Profane now! Start at Mira’s website and look for the link you like best.

Mira Stanley

Mira dreams of a life where hairy-chested, foul-mouthed pool men serve cocktails while she reads in the embrace of a shady hammock. Her reality looks more like errands, carpooling, sneaking in writing time when she can, and snuggling with her husband and kids after a regular-old day in the Pacific Northwest.

Sex is sacred. It’s also fun. That’s why Mira writes smut with feeling. In her perfect world, every woman who wants it would have access to entertaining, titillating, thought-provoking stories in an environment free of shame.

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#MySexySaturday Sexy Stranger - Sneak Peek to 'Sin Bin' from the Sacred and Profane Antho

Welcome to the 172^nd week of My Sexy Saturday

This week’s theme: My Sexy Stranger

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

Happy New Year Everyone. This is the first My Sexy Saturday Hop of 2017. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and wishing you all the best for the coming year. 

This week, I'm sharing a snip from Sacred & Profane [Priest Erotic Romance] an anthology from Sexy Little Pages, Edited by Torrance Sené, coming January 17th. My story is entitled, Sin Bin. 

Blurb Sacred and Profane

Ten stories of temptation, romance, and blasphemy featuring Sonni de Soto, Piper Denna, Torrance Sené, Charlotte French, Bronwyn Green, Leandra Vane, Mira Stanley, Jordan Monroe, H K Carlton, and Jillian Boyd.

Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

Are you aroused by the blasphemous dance of sex and religion? The dangerous edge of eroticism contained within submission to something beyond oneself? The taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual? Then Sacred and Profane welcomes you.

Excerpt

From backstage Camillah looked out at the growing crowd. Even beyond the bright lights, she could see him, the man in black. Excitement bubbled low in her stomach. He’d been coming in sporadically for weeks now. As usual he had his cap pulled low, his collar up, but there was something about him.

For the first time, he sat close to the stage and not tucked away in the shadows. He was growing bolder, coming closer to her, she thought fancifully. It was weird, this attraction to him. It gave her hope that one day she might actually fall for another guy.

Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. In his honor, she donned a black corset, with two brilliant white satin ribbons which ran up either side of her ribcage and disappeared under her ample breasts. Thigh-high fishnet stockings held by garters and short black boots finished off the simple sexy ensemble.

As she was about to leave the dressing area, she added one last item to complete the look. A goth-looking rosary. The vee of the necklace ended just under her breasts. The rest of the chain, from the Glory-Be bead down dangled past her belly button ending with the black crucifix.

“Cam, you’re on,” the stage-manager called.

Toward the back of the slightly raised dais, Camillah stood on her mark.

Focusing on the dark stranger, she struck a pose.

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