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  "Oh, for heaven's sake! You devious bastard!"

  "Tut tut... naughty, naughty," he chides, but the look in his eyes makes me wetter and warmer than ever, "Why so cross? It's what you wanted, isn't it? Part of the game? The dance?"

  I want maintain to my mega-defiance act, play at being aggrieved, but the greater part of me, the truer part of me is thrilled, light-headed. He is my ideal, and I can't believe my luck.

  "Um... yes... I suppose," I answer with a last mulish flicker.

  "Finally, she admits it. I should punish you for being so obstinate, shouldn't I?"

  My heart lurches. Can my steaming bottom take it? So soon? When I'm so red, so sore? But my sex lurches too, gathering itself and readying. I almost come, without a touch, at the thought of more.

  "Yes, master," I whisper, lowering my head in acknowledgement, and starting to shuffle into position in order to get up and across his knee again.

  "Oh no, Vickie... not that. Well, not right at the moment." He adjusts his own position now, conveying an eloquent message, and gilding it with a gentle but still delightfully devilish smile.

  Oh yummy, I think, reaching out to unfasten his zip.

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  About Portia Da Costa

  Portia Da Costa is a best-selling British author of romance, erotic romance and erotica, who's been published since the dinosaurs roamed. Well, since the early 1990s. She loves writing about sexy, likeable people in steamy, scandalous situations, and has penned novels, novellas and novelettes for Spice Briefs, Black Lace, Samhain Publishing and a bunch of other houses, plus a zillion stories for magazines and anthologies. Best known for writing contemporary settings, she's also launched herself back in time to write Victorian erotic romance for Harlequin Spice Briefs and HQN.

  When Portia isn't writing she's usually being creatively lazy, rather like her beloved cat Alice but unlike her long suffering, hard-working husband.

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  Blog: http://wendyportia.blogspot.com

  Delicious Masters

  ~ when women meet the Doms of their dreams ~

  An Appointment with Her Master

  Shy, but secretly sexy and imaginative, Mary-Anne Green fantasizes about having her bottom spanked by a stern and powerful master, the beautiful, cultured hero of her wildest dreams. She longs to feel the hand of a dominant man upon her, punishing her flesh, then caressing it to the heights of exquisite pleasure.

  It seems that these wild scenarios are destined to remain solely in her imagination, until one day Mary-Anne meets her dream master online. Their chemistry is electric from the very first moment, and their fantasies and desires a perfect, sizzling match. In email after email they share everything. Dark urges, wicked wishes… painted pictures of fiery, passionate punishment.

  But what happens when Mary-Anne and her Master decide to meet each other? Will the delicious, painful magic survive the transition to reality? Will their intimate bond be all they hope for, and perhaps more?

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  Forbidden Treasures

  When Alice Porter finds a chest full of vintage curiosa at an antique market, she little realizes how her discovery of the forgotten treasures of an Edwardian disciplinarian will change her life. The sexy hoard includes a punishment ledger and a well-used rattan cane, and the bygone items intrigue her husband Julian too. Sharing and experimenting with the writings and the wicked implement, the lovers begin a voyage of forbidden sensuality that shocks and thrills them both, revealing dark secrets from Julian's past and bringing the two of them closer together than they've ever been before.

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  In Sebastian’s Hands

  A BDSM love story in three acts

  When Megan meets Sebastian Holmwood at a fancy dress party, she little realizes how her life is going to change. Sebastian is a beautiful and unusual man with an irresistible dark mystique about him. The glint in his silver blue eyes, and the velvet rasp of his deep baritone voice make her want to do crazy things. Suddenly she finds herself longing to play perverse erotic games almost beyond her imagination. She wants Sebastian to spank her, touch her, dominate her, take her over in every way possible... and she knows that with him, the pleasure she earns will blow her mind.

  Sebastian Holmwood is a dominant master who's never quite found his perfect submissive... until he meets Megan, dressed as Little Bo Peep, and carrying a crook that looks suspiciously like a punishment cane. Something about Megan's blend of naivety and mischief, and her bold willingness to follow his lead, speak to his dominant soul as a never before, and he knows he won't rest until he's spanked her and much, much more.

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  Delicious Pain

  A bundled collection of Delicious Masters stories - including An Appointment with her Master, Forbidden Treasures and In Sebastian’s Hands

  http://www.portiadacosta.com/deliciouspain.html

  In Sebastian’s Hands - excerpt

  A BDSM love story in three acts

  When Megan meets Sebastian Holmwood at a fancy dress party, she little realizes how her life is going to change. Sebastian is a beautiful and unusual man with an irresistible dark mystique about him. The glint in his silver blue eyes, and the velvet rasp of his deep baritone voice make her want to do crazy things. Suddenly she finds herself longing to play perverse erotic games almost beyond her imagination. She wants Sebastian to spank her, touch her, dominate her, take her over in every way possible... and she knows that with him, the pleasure she earns will blow her mind.

  Sebastian Holmwood is a dominant master who's never quite found his perfect submissive... until he meets Megan, dressed as Little Bo Peep, and carrying a crook that looks suspiciously like a punishment cane. Something about Megan's blend of naivety and mischief, and her bold willingness to follow his lead, speak to his dominant soul as a never before, and he knows he won't rest until he's spanked her and much, much more.

  Excerpt:

  Mozart played on softly, but all of a sudden I was in a new and surreal dimension. Sebastian Holmwood could control me with the very slightest gesture, and as he walked smoothly towards the settee, then sat down just a yard or so away from me, I turned to face him, my head meekly bowed. He was lower than me, seated whilst I was standing, but in all things he had the upper hand.

  "So, Megan Chambers, do you want to understand? Our friends downstairs are woefully ignorant. You know that, don't you?" He reached out, took hold of both of my hands, and then held them in one of his. He let his free hand slide lightly down my hip, tracing its approximate shape through my costume's fluffy petticoats. Sensing that he required it, I looked up and met his eyes, realizing he was a little older, and far wiser, than I'd originally thought he was. I nodded, knowing instinctively what I'd let myself in for, and feeling both fear and curiosity in equal parts.

  "Good," he said with a thoughtful smile, then let his hand slip beneath my skirt and petticoats. "Are you wearing anything beneath these?" He plucked at the long, lace trimmed mock Victorian pantaloons that peeked out from beneath my hem, then flattened his hand, slipped it upwards, and cupped the rounded cheek of my bottom.

  "N... No," I quavered as he squeezed. I'd expected to get the costume grubby at the party, and as I'd be laundering the whole thing anyway, I'd decided to be naughty and go without any extra knickers.

  "Excellent!" His eyes gleamed. "Now lift up all these skirts up for me. There's a good girl." He released my hands and nodded to my Bo Peep dress and all the frippery beneath it.

  "But..."

  Sebastian didn't speak, but his cool old-fashioned look spoke volumes. Trembling, I reached for my hem, then hauled up my skirts and held the whole lot in a haphazard bunch at my waist.

  "Back and front," he specified. I obeyed with a graceless scrabble, and the
n closed my eyes as he gripped my pantaloons, whipping them down to my knees with one smooth, efficient jerk.

  "Lovely," he said softly. I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on the curly triangle of my sex, like a radiant therapy that made my hidden folds heat. "Now turn around for me."

  Shuffling, I presented my bottom, keenly aware of its plump, curvaceous shape.

  "Perfect." His voice was a whisper and I heard the leather upholstery creak as he shifted position. I was quite disappointed that he didn't try to touch me.

  "Turn again."

  I complied.

  "Open your eyes."

  Again, I did as I was told, aware that my whole face was one big blush.

  Sebastian was sitting comfortably on the sofa, his posture strong-looking, his knees spread a little apart. "Do you know what to do?" he asked. The gleam in his eyes was like starlight.

  I bit my lip. I knew, but I couldn't say it.

  "Come on. It's easy. Come across my knee. I won't bite you."

  I wasn't worried about him biting.

  Slowly, cautiously, I laid myself across his lap, letting his hands guide me into exactly the right position. My balance seemed precarious, and I felt vulnerable and dizzy, with my head down and my bottom rudely up. I couldn't imagine how I'd let myself get into this pickle. What the devil had I been thinking of? One minute I'd been flirting lightly with a moderately attractive man; and the next I was face down across his knee, about to let him spank my bare buttocks. How could I have been so reckless, so foolish? How could I have been so completely insane?

  The answer was that against all reason, I trusted Sebastian Holmwood; perhaps more than I'd ever trusted anyone in my life.

  And I moaned like a wanton, as if it had been all my idea in the first place, when Sebastian started touching me.

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