Saturday Spanks ~ Always by Megan Slayer #SatSpanks


I’m too late for this week’s Saturday Spanking, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play along. By all means. Check out the other Saturday Spanks!! They’re red hot! Here’s mine–and homage to Peter Pan, but with a hot twist. Gotta have the twist!

Forever Wicked: Always by Megan Slayer1813

BIN: 05660-01813

Word Count: 18K

Page Count: 55


Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella. Paranormal, BDSM

Themes: Magic


Peter Pan grew up, all right.

Peter Pan was supposed to be the boy who never grew up. Then Neverland blew sky high. Now he’s very much an adult and playing adult games. There’s one woman he wants for his bed, his cuffs, his toys… yeah, he’s ready to do all sorts of naughty things to Wendy. If he can find her.

Wendy Darling never expected Peter to come back. She’d grown up and moved on — to write white-hot BDSM tales. Can her perfect Dom be the one man she never thought she’d see all grown up?


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Now for that Saturday Spanking!!

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Copyright ©2012 Megan Slayer

Peter flexed his fingers on her hips and ground his cock against her pussy lips. “Goddess, this feels so fucking good. Like silk.” His fingernails bit into her skin. “I’ve got you.”

Her entire body trembled. He did have her. From her body, to her mind, to her very core, he owned her. He tapped the tight rosette of her ass.

“This is mine. No one else.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Yes, what?” He emphasized his question with a crack against her butt.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Peter tossed the empty condom packet on the floor near her feet, then impaled her on his cock and gyrated his hips. The blunt head of his dick rubbed against her G-spot, sending new shivers through her body. The slow rhythm of his thrusts became quicker. The thrusts turned to ragged pistoning.

“Fuck.” With each push into her pussy, Peter slapped her ass. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted.

Her hair tickled her face, and the ball pulled at her nipples and clit with each movement. He had a hold of her, but everything around her seemed to move in slow motion like she was floating. He hadn’t said she could come, but damn it, she was beyond holding back.

“Oh… fuck.” Peter raked his nails down her back and grunted. “Come with me.”



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