Jaded

By Lissy O’Laughlin

A true, hard, stinging erotic spanking was what Jade knew she wanted, a flogging that could somehow wash away all the dirty feelings she would feel if she didn’t have it. The resurfacing memories of past interludes were awakened in her by this man all at once, this man that she knew might have the power to erase all her past kinky fuckery and indiscretions (pre-Charlie), make her repentant, and somehow make her pure again and not the sex-depraved woman she had become in her mind in recalling past exploits and revelling in them. Here was the man who could make all her erotic fantasies untainted again and somehow more acceptable, normal, and safe; a man who could be her match in every aspect, physical, mental, and sexual; a man who could appreciate her dark sexual side and actually embrace it with vigour. Could Mac be this man?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jan 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503501492

Lissy O’Laughlin

Lissy O’Laughlin, grew up on a farm in the rural suburbs of Queensland, Australia. She spent her youth riding horses and reading books as there were no other children within the vicinity to play with and because of the remoteness lived in her imagination. As an adult she would often write short stories for her girlfriends making them the hero of the story in the hope that it would cheer them up and help mend a broken heart. Her first Novella “Jaded” had its early beginnings in this way and was developed from a short story into a Novella that is the first book in a series. She prefers to write Novella’s so that people can read them within a day.

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Copyright © 2015 by Lissy O’Laughlin.

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Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I would like to

thank my friends and family for believing in me and my writing abilities and for the countless requests to listen to sections I wrote and requests for feedback… thank you so much for putting up with my artistic demands. I’d also like to thank the whole team at Xlibris for their support and suggestions, without you all I would have only a dream.

Let it blaze, your passions fire,

Release to me you deep desire,

Abandon all constraint within,

And feel it surge beneath your skin,

Erupting with lustful cries,

Beneath your aching, open thighs.

by J.S.M.

PART 1

C hristmas in Brisbane has the kind of heat that is sweltering, sticky, and humidly hot, which can drive you to a special kind of madness if you don’t have some type of release.

Charlie and the two boys had left the house. Jade knew they’d be gone for hours, and it was only as she heard the techno beats emanating from his car dissipate into the distance that she could truly relax and finally take the long-needed deep breath that reached deep into her soul, a soul that had been starving for oxygen on a regular basis for the past twenty years. She’d often wondered just how a man that could intellectually stimulate her so much could be so lacking in the emotional department and leave her starving, craving, wanting so deeply that it was slowly driving her to despair. She’d always been sapiosexual—initially attracted by intelligence—which is what had happened with Charlie. But there was her dark side, the side to her with animalistic urges, which in the past had gotten her into trouble but provided the most delicious memories to reflect on, which was all she seemed to have left.

Most days she was able to squash the sensual feelings that would arouse her, but lately it was getting harder to suppress the deep desires quelling inside her, threatening to explode and cause mischief and mayhem with the erotic daydreams that had been plaguing her since she finished work and went on her annual holiday.

A long cold shower—that was what she needed to rid herself of the stirrings she could feel warming her, pumping blood into her most intimate areas. The slow pulsing thump of need between her legs was always the start of it, and if she ignored this feeling, she knew that she might find herself once again like the crazed animal she found herself two nights previously when she awoke on the lounge, where she had fallen asleep watching a movie. The memory of the vivid wet dream still fresh on her mind and the incredible body-racking feeling of release she’d experienced had caused her heart to beat so wildly that it was almost painful to breathe, and her cum was so powerful that for an instant she considered the possibility that she’d peed herself.

She turned on the shower, but the feeling of cold water streaming over her heated body, although refreshing, wasn’t doing a darn thing to stop the intensifying internal heat pulsing and developing between her legs.

She grabbed some of the lemon, lime, and patchouli body wash her best friend, Lucy, had given her and proceeded to scrub her body with the ferocity of a wild woman obsessed with becoming clean. The exotic, scented foaming soap exfoliating her skin was doing nothing to cease the feelings rising from deep inside her, but rather the opposite. Her skin was tantalisingly sensitive now, and her nipples so hard to the touch and almost painful were screaming for attention, causing a flashback to her younger years when a night of passion and nipple clamps had her begging for more. Heat rose to her cheeks at the memory of the exquisite feeling when the clamps had been released, causing her to orgasm and had racked her body for several minutes with the pleasure of the pain. The memory was from years gone past but still so fresh in her mind’s eye.

Maybe if she held her nipples now as hard as she could for a while and then released them, this madness might leave, and without a second thought, she felt her fingers tweezing and locking on to her nipples. Their usual pale pink turned a darker shade to become a purple hue, signalling that they were ready and ripe for release. The cold water running over her body served to further increase the pleasure caused by her tightening grip, and the winding feeling was now building between her legs to an insane point of no return.

Leaning against the shower screen, her breath caused fogging with her sharp panting; she was dry-mouthed, eyes rolling backwards, the beat of her heart’s pulse hard in her ears, with the waiting anticipation you get when you know relief is close.

Bing bong … bing bong … bing bong …

Oh shit, the door! Startled by the thrill of being caught, Jade released her nipples without considering the consequences. A body-shattering orgasm followed, her knees buckling slightly as she gasped for air—air desperately needed to clear the orgasmic haze in her head, the air she needed to get her facilities together enough to answer the door.

‘Coming! Hang on, I’ll be right there!’ she screamed from the shower. Luckily, her room was located at the front of the house and close to the main entry, so she knew that whoever it was would hear her shouting out to them.

‘Shit, shit, shit,’ she muttered as she wondered if it was Australia Post’s parcel delivery with the package she’d been waiting for two days to arrive—Murphy strikes again! As she quickly grabbed a towel to wrap up her hair and scanned the floor for the purple satin butterfly dress she’d been wearing before her shower, the doorbell chimed again. Snatching up the dress off the floor and throwing it over her head, she heard the sound of the doorbell resonate through the house once again. She raced out of the en-suite and threw the towel she’d wrapped around her hair to the floor, making her way across her room, into the foyer, and to the front door, yelling, ‘Coming!’ (which immediately tickled her sense of humour as that’s just what she’d done).

She heard the door begin to open. OMG, she’d left the front door open. The immediate thought that whoever was at the door could have walked in on her only a few minutes ago sent an adrenalin-fuelled thrill of excitement racing through her veins.

A male head poked through the gap of the door.

WTF … it’s Mac! What the hell is he doing here?

Ever since she’d gone for that interview last week at the Fox Hunters Club, memories of Mac had been plaguing her, replaying in her mind and disturbing her inner peace at all the wrong times. Mac, with the smell of his manly, musky body mixing with that expensive-smelling aftershave he wore and his deep, throaty, and resonating voice that tore right through her resolve and rendered her a blubbering mess throughout her interview, was here—in her home.

Mac was the new general manager that Mitchel, an old school friend of hers and the owner of the Fox Hunter Club, had recently appointed to get the club up and running. Mitchel had also organised her interview with Mac for bar manager, which she had wanted so badly, but she totally stuffed it up, behaving like a sex-starved nymph crossed with a giggling schoolgirl. This had been