We're entering the next to last month of the year… how did ten months already fly by? I got some scary news earlier in the week. My younger sibling had a major heart attack while at work and ended up having surgery to put stents in. He's actually doing terrific, considering it's one of the worst types of cardiac infarctions. I'm so very grateful I still have him around.
Needless to say, television viewing ended up being limited this week. The Last Ship killed off one my favorite characters and I’m still mourning that loss. Thankfully, The Flash had a pretty terrific episode and I love the introduction of meta-tech. Arrow is doing a great job of keeping me interested. I didn't know how I'd end up liking the whole prison angle, but I'm very satisfied with how it's playing out. Legends of Tomorrow remains excellent. I'm always surprised by how fast the hour flies by when I'm watching.
I caught another episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. I'm about halfway through the season and the end is being shaped. I truly forgot how much I loved this show. Also caught another episode of Birds of Prey. Stylistically, I love how this series plays out on the screen. Caught another episode of Lexx and completely forgot about Stan's trial. I actually enjoyed this one.
Doctor Who's episode with spiders ended up being pretty good. I'm never sure how I'll take to episodes with creepy-crawly things. Somewhat disappointed there won't be a Christmas special this year but having a New Year's show could be fun. We'll see.
Got another episode of Pensacola Wings of Gold in. Enjoyed seeing how that one played out. I'm almost finished with the first season and I'm not sure if I'll continue on because it seems like the second series has an almost entirely new cast. I'll watch a few episodes and see what happens.
Caught another Hallmark movie, Hannah's Law. Ended up being pretty decent. I watched mainly for Greyston Holt, a favorite actor of mine.
Rounded out the week with some classic television marathons. The Saint throughout the week and Burke's Law this weekend.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Threshold, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "not yet". The sages jumped on this one and I had the brainstormed story idea written out in record time.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Satin Welch takes one look at the gorgeous Blade Killian and has to have him. She purchases his slave contract and grants him freedom. Blade doesn't trust the beautiful woman or her idea to make him a partner on the Threshold, a pleasure ship traveling throughout the galaxy, but he can't quite resist the chance to make his own choices after a decade of sexual servitude.
And a sneaky peek…
Blade Killian had three women close to the edge of orgasm. The first rode his cock, rocking her hips hard and fast. The second poised above his face, his tongue working magic over her clit. And the third had three of his fingers scissoring deep within her dripping pussy. All were gasping and moaning their pleasure, begging him for more.
Blade hated the multiple partner bookings, but he kept his clients satisfied and tended to get stuck with at least two per day. He'd grown so tired of being a stud. Of being used as a fuck toy for both sexes. His owner lavished the best clothes, products, and food upon Blade, but he'd rather be free. Ten years of servitude with no way out. He'd been taken at the age of sixteen by a gang of slave traders and didn't see any end in sight.
The woman riding his dick shuddered through a powerful orgasm, her nails raking his pectoral muscles, drawing blood. She leaned forward and licked a droplet, grinding her hips a few more times before dismounting.
She grasped his erect length. "Well, my goodness, look at you, still rock hard and ready to go." Her hand fisted around his girth and she gave it a painful squeeze. "Don't think I'm enough woman for you? Too good to drain your balls inside me? Maybe I should—"
The woman riding his face cut off the other's tirade. "Great universe, Fenley. Can't you see he's busy and can't respond?" She made a low moaning sound. "If you're so damned worried about his balls, why don't you stuff your mouth with his dick and try your luck that way." She huffed out a gasp. "Mmmm, lover, keep sucking my clit. Feels soooo good." Her knees tightened, pinning his head between them, limiting his movement.
Fenley snorted. "Not a bad idea, Bidgie. I'll suck him dry." Her head lowered and she enveloped his cock between her lips.
She'd be sorely disappointed when she couldn't get him to come. He never did with multiple partners. Not lately. Something about the mix of herbs his owner forced down his throat when he had two or more clients kept him from finding his release, usually for several hours. And when he did finally get off, he had so much semen it sometimes hurt to expel the creamy fluid.
The third woman shuddered and writhed, grabbing hold of his wrist and lifting her hips up and down. She gasped and moaned, then collapsed, spent and sated. Blade withdrew his fingers, flexing the digits to relieve the cramping.
Bidgie finally stiffened then trembled with her release. Her knees dug into the sides of his head, making his ears pop with the pressure.
She rolled sideways and planted a wet kiss on the third woman's lips. "Mmm, Marcia. He's deliciously skilled, isn't he?"
From the corner of his eye, he watched the women maneuver into a position where they could orally pleasure each other.
Fenley continued to suck and slaver all over his cock. The grip of her mouth and sting of her teeth on the sensitive skin had him bucking to get her away from him. She grabbed hold of his balls, twisting them hard and he shot up, growling in pain.
She spit his shaft out and slapped him. "You insolent bastard. Who do you think you are?" Flinging herself from the bed, she stalked across the room, her chest heaving with anger.
Bidgie and Marcia stopped their sexual exploration and slanted glances between Blade and Fenley.
Bidgie frowned. "Fenley, why don't you join us? We still have thirty minutes." She nodded toward Blade. "He can do all three of us round robin style."
Fenley snarled. "I don't think so, Bidge. This stud for hire needs to be taught a lesson."
Her hand pulled one of the inset drawers open. She fished around for a moment, brought out a riding crop and slapped it against her palm.
Taking a menacing step forward, she sneered. "I'm going to whip his cock into a frenzy and beat the cum from his balls."
A red haze of rage settled over Blade and he snapped, leaping from the mattress and putting his hands around Fenley's throat. "You won't lay a hand on me." He'd snap her neck before she could succeed.
Marcia squeaked with fear and pulled the long bell cord, signaling his master's security force. Fenley got one blow in, striking his shoulder with the split end of the whip before he pinned her to the wall with one hand and stripped the crop from her with the other. The doors burst open and a brief shock stung him between his shoulder blades, the jolt sending Fenley and the torture device to the floor. Blade had a flash of satisfaction, knowing the bitch of a woman got a jarring zing from the contact.
A set of hands pushed him to his knees. "Dammit, Blade. Makesh isn't going to ignore this insubordination." Jaym Dervish, the closest thing Blade had to a friend, slipped a collar over his head and tightened the restraint. "You've got to tell him about the side effects of those damned herbs."
The other security agent corralled the women and did his best to soothe the raging beast Fenley turned into, while clucking over Marcia and Bidgie. Jaym dragged Blade toward the door and he met Fenley's angry gaze, holding it until Jaym made the turn into the corridor.
If Blade never saw the shrewish female again, it would be too soon. He didn't care if Makesh beat him or sold him to another master. He could not deal with any more raving madwomen.
I'm very excited about this story. Satin and Blade are damaged by their pasts but also fun to write.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
