A Passionate Squee: Whitley Cox – #sizzling #kink

Sizzling sugarkink, Batman!When the title of a story is Love, Passion and Power you expect the read to be strong and hot. Whitley Cox doesn’t disappoint. This is day four of A Passionate Squee and I’m considering pulling the electric fan out of winter storage.

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A Passionate Squee excerpt from Love, Passion and Power: Part 2 by Whitley Cox

(The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series: Book2 – A ten book series with two books for the stories of each couple. Five stories in ten books)

“The candles are a nice touch.” I smiled, taking in the blazing fireplace and scattering of pillar candles that cast a warm glow throughout the living room.

He grinned. “Just setting the mood.”

I decided to be playful and bit my lip. “And what mood might that be?”

Reaching forward he pulled on the belt of my robe and it fell open to reveal the corset and stays. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat while his eyes flared to life, pupils taking over and encompassing the blue. “Oh Kendra,” he breathed, running his hands down my shoulders, sending the robe the ground in a heap at my feet.

His gaze traveled down to my hand and the riding crop I was holding. “What do we have here?”

I swallowed. “I… I found this upstairs…”

“Did you now? And what do you intend to do with it?”

I shrugged, looking down at my feet. “I dunno, I thought maybe you could do something with it…” I looked up at him from beneath my lashes and smiled coyly.

He took my hands and brought them to his lips. “Are you sure, baby?”

I swallowed again and started to nod. “I think so. I-I want to do more things like this with you, I-I want you to…”

“Oh, honey…” He took the riding crop from me and ran the leather down the length of my arm, I instinctively closed my eyes and felt my core clench in need. “I’m going to worship you.”

“H-have you ever used one of these before?” I asked as Justin blindfolded me on the soft rug in front of the hearth, the warmth from the fire making my body hum and melt into silky butter.

There was silence.

I reached for the blindfold and pulled it off, he was just sitting back on his heels and staring at me, weighing his response. His chest bare and the shadows from the fire danced across his well-defined body, while his Ant Man boxers betrayed his growing arousal.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position and raked him with my eyes. The firelight continuing to flicker across his skin, doing all kinds of justice to his face, creating edgy, masculine angles while his eyes were lambent from the flames, he stole my breath away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I have…” he whispered.

I gaped at him. This was not the response I had been anticipating. I’m not sure what response I was expecting. But Justin kept saying I was the wild one of the two of us. I was assuming he’d say ‘no’.

“You’ve used a riding crop on someone before? Who?” Had he used this particular riding crop? Suddenly the idea of Justin spanking me with a previously used sex toy was losing its appeal.

He hesitated. “Angela.”

“Dr. Rose?” My eyebrows flew up my forehead in surprise. Holy crap, the hot doctor liked it rough.

“Yeah…” He managed a guilty smile.

My eyes darted around the room, landing on the riding crop that sat foreboding across his lap. “Did… did you use that riding crop on her?”

He looked down at his lap and then back at me, shaking his head vehemently. “No, no. I never brought her up here. Sh-she has her own stash of stuff. We always went to her place.”

I felt my shoulders relax and I bit my lip. “Then you know how to use it?”

His head cocked to the side, following my train of thought, while a smile of relief flooded his face. “I know how to use it.”

“Good.” I grinned, laying back down and bringing up my blindfold. “It’s always nice to be in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing.”

A rough growl rumbled through his chest. “Oh, baby…” My dominant man back and ready to take me to new and unimaginable heights of pleasure. “I know how to make you scream.”

I licked my lips as Justin ran the soft leather of the crop up and down my legs and arms, delivering gentle taps to my inner thighs, the swells of my breasts and the top of my pubic bone. Every single cell in my body was alive and pulsing, ready for more.

“Bend your knees and plant your feet on the floor,” he ordered, his deft fingers snaking their way beneath my thong to find me wet and needy.

He slipped two inside me and rhythmically pumped, my head already light from the deluge of sensations. I couldn’t see, so my other senses were heightened; the sound of the fire crackling and popping next to me, the soft rug tickling my butt cheeks, and the smell of wine, charcoal, apple cinnamon candles and Justin. I was drunk on the stimulation of it all.

He smacked the bottoms of my butt cheeks with the crop, while his diligent fingers continued to bring me closer and closer to the brink. I let out a gasp from the sudden snap of pain, lovely heat blooming in my belly, my pussy loving the attention while my body relished the pain. The next two spanks were divvied up between each cheek, a tad gentler but no less potent.

I felt him rise up and cover my body, hovering over me and pulling down the top of the corset, he took one of my swollen nipples into his mouth and sucked it lightly but fervently with equal measures of greed and gratification, until it was a hard, achy, peak. I moaned incessantly, churning my hips as his long skilled fingers stroked inside me with expert finesse.

“Oh god,” I moaned, arching into his hands and mouth, the orgasm building within me like a winter storm.

His lips left my nipples and his fingers my body, I whimpered at suddenly being void of his touch.

He chuckled. “Just a second sweetheart.”

Helping me up to my knees he bent me over so that I stood on all fours, rubbing my butt cheeks and taking away any last sting from his earlier attention. Gently he caressed and massaged, kneaded them into putty. I pushed into his efforts and he inserted two fingers into my pussy again, while his thumb found my clit and started to work rough and delicious circles.

“You’re such a greedy little thing.” His was voice hoarse and gravelly as he continued to tease and torment me. I let out another moan when he found my G-spot.

And then another smack came down, with a whistling whoosh in the air, rapid-fire speed and a cracking noise that landed square on the right cheek. I yelped at the surprise, while tears pricked my eyes.

It wasn’t overly painful, Justin knew what he was doing, but the initial smack was still a shock to the system.

“Fuck your skin is so beautiful. It gets such a sexy pink glow to it. You okay?”

I was breathless, incapable of forming a complete sentence, instead I just squeaked and nodded. Squirming against his hand, pushing into him and delighting in the warmth that spread from my backside into the rest of my body.

He continued to spank me. Varying his speed, the harshness of which the crop landed and the location of his strike. Keeping me on my toes and always guessing. My breathing was shallow and quick, while my pussy dripped onto rug beneath me I was so turned on.

“J-Justin,” I stammered. “Fuck me, please. I need… I need you.”

He pulled his fingers from me and I heard him shimmy out of his boxers while I prepared myself for the impalement but instead the gentle but snapping tap of the crop against my clit made me jump and then damn near faint. He did it a few more times and I instinctively bucked up and tightened, only to find no reprieve or much coveted friction. I thought my body was going to spontaneously combust I was so tightly wound.   And then, just like, that he was inside me.

Grunting loudly as he thrust into my grasping and greedy flesh, sliding furiously across my slick entrance. I moaned and squeezed him like a fist, causing a virile snarl to reverberate through the living room, an echo of pure, masculine satisfaction.

“That’s right baby, take it!” Continuing to pump into me, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me onto his cock. My pussy quivered on every plunge and tightened with every draw, relishing the savagery of his passion. Every fiber of my being was screaming for release. I felt the pull of the blindfold and suddenly the dim light of the room pierced my eyes, causing me to see spots.

I cried out his name and bowed my back as my body became rigid with my climax, all my muscles contracting at once, while bright stars flashed behind my eyes and the ripples of ecstasy swarmed my body. My sex contracted and convulsed around him, causing him to come, grunting loudly as he ground out his orgasm, my body milking him for everything he was worth.

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1 is now available through all major e-book distributors

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About the Author

A West Coast baby born and raised, and married to her high school sweetheart, with a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog, Whitley spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.

A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all
of us.

Where to find Whitley Cox



  • I think I would have liked an Iron Man boxer. LOL Nice sweet kink and not to painful. I like very light kink, so this was purrfect.

  • Ummmm, nice! Very hot, a definite squee. I don’t usually read this type of book, so these excerpts are surprising me–in a good way!

    • Thanks for commenting! 🙂 My brand is “For the Curious Kink in All of Us” so it’s just a sweet taste of kink, nothing that will send a reader to the ER if they ever decide to try something at home 😉 Just sweet SugarKink for the Curiously Kinky. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

    • Rhi,
      Not everyone does. If I get into the story, I can do 1st person. I tried writing in 1st person once and had to switch to 3rd person deep point of view. I’ve done a lot of verbal storytelling in my life, and that was always in 3rd person, so that’s what I’m most comfortable writing.

      I did enjoy this excerpt from Whitley. I was really ready for some sweet sugarkink after the last few kinky books I read, which were much more intense stuff.

      • Very true, Cailin. I can, on occasion, get into 1st person. But, it really has to be well written and I have to also be in the mood. I’ve read a lot of poor 1st person narratives lately which is something I’ve not been happy with. The kink was good in this excerpt though.

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