Welcome to my blog, and to another crop of WIP It Up Wednesday snippets. This is the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress. Please feel free to comment – we love feedback, and it’s great to know if we’re on the right track.
My featured WIP this week still doesn’t have a title although it is at least finished. It’s a medieval menage story, with a little twist toward the end which sort of turns the HEA on its head. Anyway, nuff said. On with the excerpt – not much editing so far, so please be gentle. In this snippet, Linnet is blindfolded so cannot see which of her two knights is touching her. Not that it really matters….
“Sir, please. Please…”
“Please what, little maid? What is it you would like us to do?” It is Piers’ voice but from farther away. He is watching, I know it. Is he at the foot of the bed again, perusing my splayed thighs, enjoying the display as Ralf pleasures me with his playful touch? Or maybe he is seated somewhere in the room, patiently waiting his turn on my body. I dismiss that last notion, there is nothing remotely patient about either man.
“Answer me, Linnet. Tell us what it is you want.” Piers is closer now, the voice comes from somewhere behind my head. The mattress dips again and I know he is here. They are both here.
Ralf shifts. I think he is kneeling now, between my knees. There are hands on my inner thighs, pressing my legs further apart and up toward my chest. I am pinned in position, unable to lower my legs, if I wanted to. The sensation is different now, hot and wet, a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh. Surely he cannot, they would not—
“Ah,” I gasp as a mouth closes over my most intimate spot. It is Ralf. Maybe. I am not quite sure any more. As suddenly as the sensation commenced it has stopped. The mattress dips and shifts as both men move about. I am rolled onto my stomach, my knees arranged under me, bent to elevate my bottom.
Will they spank me again? The notion excites rather than unnerves me, though I am uncertain what transgression I might have committed.