{"id":299,"date":"2015-12-20T23:06:42","date_gmt":"2015-12-21T04:06:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=299"},"modified":"2015-12-20T23:06:42","modified_gmt":"2015-12-21T04:06:42","slug":"like-a-sacred-desire-edited-by-jennifer-williams","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=299","title":{"rendered":"Like A Sacred Desire edited by Jennifer Williams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/like-a-sacred-desire-cover-FW.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/likeasacreddesire-iconsize.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>ebook $6.99<br \/>\nISBN 9781885865823<br \/>\n39,030 words<\/span><\/p>\n<p>[wp_eStore_add_to_cart id=124]<\/p>\n<p>(ebook also available at\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/B003U8AG30?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0\">Amazon<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/like-a-sacred-desire-jennifer-williams\/1103134944\">Barnes &amp; Noble<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.smashwords.com\/books\/view\/17345\">Smashwords<\/a> , <a href=\"https:\/\/www.allromanceebooks.com\/product-likeasacreddesiretalesofsexmagick-441923-362.html\">AllRomanceEbooks<\/a>, and elsewhere.)<\/p>\n<p>A ravaged warrior in search of peace and understanding. A Tarot deck that is more than what it seems. Love born of vengeance in the midst of war. Like a Sacred Desire: Tales of Sex Magick is Circlet Press\u2019s latest anthology of erotica, exploring sex not only as a pleasurable act but as an instrument of ritual, something sacred and profound.<\/p>\n<p>Featuring seven stories from contributors such as D. L. King, Angela Caperton and Raven Kaldera, in Like a Sacred Desire sex becomes a gateway to healing, achieving higher consciousness, and unlocking the mysteries. Editor Jennifer Williams invites readers on a journey both sensual and spiritual, erotic and divine. Like a Sacred Desire promises to challenge and stimulate readers\u2019 senses, hearts, and souls.<\/p>\n<p>Warning: Explicit sex.<\/p>\n<p><b>Table of Contents:<\/b><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Unquiet Ghosts by Jana Denardo<\/li>\n<li>The Hand You\u2019re Dealt by Elizabeth Schechter<\/li>\n<li>The Birthright by Renatto Garcia<\/li>\n<li>Perhaps a Worthy Offering by D. L. King<\/li>\n<li>Wood by David Sklar<\/li>\n<li>St. Nicholas\u2019 Eve by Angela Caperton<\/li>\n<li>Opening by Raven Kaldera<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Hot excerpt:<span id=\"more-1293\"><\/span><\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Excerpt from \u201cThe Hand You\u2019re Dealt\u201d<br \/>\nby Elizabeth Schechter<\/p>\n<p>The house shook as the front door was shoved closed, and I heard Nick\u2019s footsteps overhead, moving towards the stairs. The circle had gone well, and with the last of the coven gone, I knew that Nick was going to be in a mood. Circle high, he called it. I called it frisky, when I was being polite. When I wasn\u2019t, I told him that he was a slut.<\/p>\n<p>Not that I minded much. I could be a slut, too, and Nick\u2019s moods suited me just fine. But before playtime came work; I had told Nick that I\u2019d clean up my toys. I picked up the drum I\u2019d used to accompany the ritual and made my way over to the wall and the cabinet that Nick had set up for storage of odd-sized ritual items. It smelled of cedar and incense as I opened it, finding the shelf by touch and sliding the flat Irish drum into its place. Behind me, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Nick was behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss onto my shoulder.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEveryone gone?\u201d I asked, and felt him nod, the stubble of his late-evening beard scratching on the side of my neck.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll gone. Just you and me now,\u201d he nuzzled my neck. \u201cWant to play, <i>Styopa?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I grinned. He knew what my answer would be, and he knew I loved the Russian diminutive of my name that he\u2019d tagged me with back before we\u2019d become lovers. After all, it was a hell of a lot more sophisticated than Stevie. \u201cI\u2019ll always play with you, <i>Kolya. <\/i>What are you up to?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSomething\u2026 random,\u201d he laughed, backing away. \u201cGet yourself ready, Steven. I\u2019ll take care of the dog and get a few things, and meet you in the playroom.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The playroom. Oh, that kind of play. My heart sped up, and I nodded without saying a word, hearing him going back up the stairs. Nicolai was the love of my life, my sanity, the single good thing that had happened to me after the accident that had taken my sight, put metal rods in my back and leg, and ended my career as a dancer. He was also one hell of a dom, and if he wanted me on my knees, I\u2019d be there immediately.<\/p>\n<p>But he didn\u2019t want immediate. He wanted me ready, and I knew what that meant. I also knew that it meant I\u2019d better hurry. It didn\u2019t take that long to feed the dog and lock up, and if I wasn\u2019t in position when Nick got to the playroom, he\u2019d keep right on going and head to bed.<\/p>\n<p>Only one thing worried me, and that was his choice of words. Random? What was he talking about? Random and BDSM didn\u2019t usually go together, and especially not where Nick was concerned. Every scene we\u2019d ever done had been precise, structured and intense. Random wasn\u2019t a word I\u2019d ever heard Nick use.<\/p>\n<p>But I wasn\u2019t going to find out what he meant just standing here. And if I didn\u2019t move it, I wouldn\u2019t find out what he meant at all.<\/p>\n<p>* * * *<\/p>\n<p>The playroom door squeaked slightly, something that Nick was always meaning to fix and never getting around to. So I knew when he came in, and I knew what he\u2019d see. Me, kneeling in the middle of the room, facing the door (I hoped\u2015he still teased me about the time I\u2019d knelt off center and had been facing the closet when he came in). I was naked, and I\u2019d assumed the position he\u2019d taught me\u2015knees apart, back straight, with my hands resting easy on my thighs. I\u2019d been hard before I\u2019d even gotten my pants off, and the breeze caused by the opening of the door washed over my skin, raising goosebumps and making me shiver.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cVery nice,\u201d Nick murmured, and I could hear the barest hint of the accent that he could never manage to lose, stronger now than it usually was. He really was in a mood. I heard his soft footfalls, almost-but-not-quite muffled by the thick carpet as he walked around me, trailing his fingers over my shoulders and brushing my hair out of the way.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cVery nice,\u201d he repeated. He linked one finger through the heavy silver chain I always wore and tugged on it. I closed my eyes and took a sharp breath; he laughed and let me go.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll right. Hold your hands out.\u201d I did, and he dropped a pile of something slippery into my waiting palms. I grabbed them before I dropped them, feeling slick, narrow cards.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s a tarot deck. I want you to think about what you want tonight while you shuffle the cards,\u201d Nick said as he moved around. I heard cabinets opening, and knew that he was getting the toys ready. \u201cOnce you shuffle the cards, I\u2019ll lay them out. Whatever the cards say is what I will be doing to you tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I almost dropped the cards. \u201cNick, I don\u2019t know about this\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you trust me?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<p>I nodded, \u201cYou know I do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s your safe-word?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNick, you don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to need\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSafe-word?\u201d he repeated, his voice a little harsher, a little more stern, the accent even more pronounced, the tone edging towards strict formality. His dom voice. I ducked my head in response.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOatmeal,\u201d I said quietly. I heard Nick move, and then he was kneeling in front of me, tugging on my chain again, pulling me towards him and claiming my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss that left me gasping and wanting more.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI made a promise, Styopa,\u201d he whispered into my ear, sliding his hands up my arms. \u201cI promised you that I would never hurt you. If you do not like what the cards say, we will stop. We will play another way. Or not play at all. Do you understand?\u201d I nodded, not sure I could speak at the moment, still trying to find my breath. He kissed me again, more gently, then stood up, \u201cGood. Shuffle the cards.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>So I shuffled, trying to focus on all of the wonderful, horrible things that Nick did to me in this room. The sounds of the room became a soothing drone as I concentrated\u2015Nick\u2019s breathing, the hum of the fan blowing, the hiss of the rain outside, all of them harmonizing around the bass line that was my own rapid heartbeat. Finally, I held the cards up, \u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Nick came over and took the cards from me, \u201cGood. I\u2019ll lay out the pattern, and then we\u2019ll get started.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded, returning to my resting position, \u201cMay I speak?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGo ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhich deck is that? That\u2019s not the usual one, is it?\u201d I was sure it wasn\u2019t; as I\u2019d handled the cards, I\u2019d noticed that it had felt different from the deck I knew Nick used when he did readings. Not as heavy\u2026 no, that wasn\u2019t it. The cards felt like they were the same paper-weight as Nick\u2019s usual deck, but for some reason, they felt like they had less of something. They were\u2026 different.<\/p>\n<p>When Nick answered me, I could tell my question pleased him, \u201cOne of the art ones. One that you gave me, as a matter of fact. How did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt feels different,\u201d I answered, letting my confusion show.<\/p>\n<p>He laughed, \u201cOf course it does, <i>mily.<\/i> My working deck is consecrated. This one isn\u2019t. I keep telling you that you\u2019re more sensitive to magic than you give yourself credit for, Steven. \u201d<\/p>\n<p>I restrained the urge to snort; just because I was sleeping with a High Priest didn\u2019t mean I believed in magic. I was a long-lapsed Roman Catholic, and didn\u2019t give any religion any real credence any more. The extent of my participation in the coven was to play drums for them, and that was how I liked it. But I couldn\u2019t get over how different those cards felt.<\/p>\n<p>I heard the snap of the cards, \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLaying them out. Face down, so it will be a surprise for both of us. I did keep one card out. The Knight of Cauldrons. Tell me why.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Oh, this was going to be a lesson, too? I knew the answer to this one. \u201cThat\u2019s my card. For my age and coloring, and because I\u2019m a musician.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cVery good. All right, next card.\u201d Another card snapped, and Nick snorted. \u201cWell, that makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Devil. In this deck, it\u2019s called Temptation. But\u2026 the meaning behind it is perfect,\u201d Nick moved over to walk around me again, lacing his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back, making me whimper with delight and need, \u201cDepravity. Submission. Perversion. Lust. I think that\u2019s a very good description of what\u2019s going to happen to you tonight, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I swallowed, trying not to shake from wanting him so much, \u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He kissed me again. \u201cNext card.\u201d He moved away; I shivered and tried not to break position. I missed the snap of the card, but not Nick\u2019s delighted laugh.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Emperor,\u201d he announced.<\/p>\n<p>That caught me by surprise, \u201cThat\u2019s your card!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes. Yes, it is,\u201d he said, still laughing. \u201cWell, I suppose that\u2019s a relief. I wouldn\u2019t want to think that you were going to submit to someone else tonight. Although\u2026 do you know what the meaning of this card is?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I was caught in spite of myself, fascinated by the game he had orchestrated for us. \u201cI don\u2019t have a clue.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis card signifies the masculine force of the universe. Dominance and discipline, and at the same time, paternal. The Emperor is the universal father figure.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I cocked my head to the side, \u201cDid you choose the card because he was a dom or because he was a dad?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Nick laughed. \u201cBoth. Neither. The card chose me. Now, let\u2019s see what the next card you chose is.\u201d Another card snapped, followed quickly by two more. Nick grunted, and then all I heard was movement. Nick walked away, and then came back towards me, standing behind me. I stayed still, and was rewarded by the slithering of a silky rope over my shoulder.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNine of Swords, the Six of Swords, reversed, and the Chariot, also reversed,\u201d Nick murmured. \u201cHands behind your back.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded and crossed my wrists behind me; he lashed them together firmly and then drew them up, running the ropes over my shoulders and down, crossing and recrossing my chest until my arms were immobile. I could feel the ends of the rope trailing down my belly in a long tail, and I shifted slightly so that the rope swayed and slid over my cock. That felt good, but the movement earned me a sharp slap on the thigh and I fell still.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou look very good in rope and nothing else,\u201d Nick tugged on the ropes, checking their placement. \u201cThere\u2019s no point in blindfolding you, mily. Except for aesthetics, that is.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd while we\u2019re at it, we can take owls to Athens,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n<p>Nick snorted his amusement, and there was a steady tug at the center of my chest; he had gathered up the tail and was using it as a leash. \u201cCome on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you going to tell me what the cards mean?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn a minute,\u201d he answered, pulling me along for a few steps before stopping me pushing me up against a table edge\u2015the massage table that stood off to one side of the room. He bent me over it and pressed one hand on the back of my neck, forcing me down until my cheek was pressed against the surface and all I could smell was leather. Then he pushed me forward; when he was done, my head and shoulders hung off of one edge of the table, and my rock-hard cock was pressed against the other. \u201cDon\u2019t move,\u201d he ordered me, and then moved away again. When he came back, it was with heavy cuffs that he locked around my ankles, and a spreader bar that he used to force my legs apart. \u201cHow long can you hold this position?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<p>I thought about it for a moment, shifting gently in the ropes and judging how it made my back feel. \u201cI don\u2019t think this will be a problem. I\u2019ve got pretty good support from the table. If I start to cramp, I\u2019ll call red.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood boy. Oh, and the two cards? The meaning of the nine of swords really doesn\u2019t apply to anything we\u2019re doing here tonight, but the artwork shows a lovely young man tied up with rope.\u201d He patted my ass and moved away, and I felt a tug on the rope leash as he pulled it towards my chin and then down over the edge of the table. Nick moved around the table again, and there was a tug at my feet as pressure was put on the spreader bar.<\/p>\n<p>Nick patted my ass again when he was done, and then ran one hand slowly down over my hip. \u201cCan you move?\u201d I tried and failed, finding myself unable to stand up straight. He must have tied the rope tails off to the spreader bar, trapping me over the table. I could move a little from side to side, but not much, and I told him so. He ran his nails down my spine. \u201cGood. That\u2019s the next two cards. Six of swords, and the Chariot, both reversed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat, they mean bondage?\u201d I asked, shifting a little, testing my limits.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot in so many words.\u201d He slapped my ass and then slid his hand down, between my legs, stopping just before he reached my balls. I whimpered and thrust back, and he laughed and pulled his hand away. \u201cReversed, the Six of swords means hindrance, and the Chariot means lack of control.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhich means bondage,\u201d I said again, pushing my ass back towards him. \u201cWell, I\u2019m hindered, and I\u2019ve got no control. Is there a card in there that says I get fucked?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf that\u2019s something that you were focusing on when you shuffled, then perhaps. There are five cards left, and they\u2019re all face down. So\u2026 let\u2019s see what the next card says. Maybe it\u2019ll say you need to be gagged; you\u2019re awfully chatty tonight.\u201d The next card snap was so close to me that I jumped when it sounded. Nick made an odd sound, and then another card snapped. \u201cInteresting.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to ask what was so interesting, but I really didn\u2019t want to be gagged, and I can take a hint. So I waited. Patience is a virtue, and virtue gets rewarded. Or at least, that\u2019s what I\u2019ve been told.<\/p>\n<p>It seemed to work in this case. I heard another snap, different from the sound of the cards. This one I recognized as the top of the lube bottle being opened. It was followed by a cold dribble down the crack of my ass. A third snap, and I almost cheered; latex has a very distinctive sound\u2015Nick had put on a glove. He ran his gloved nails up the back of my leg, making me twitch, then slowly started to spread the lube, making long sweeping strokes that ran from my balls to my anus and didn\u2019t come nearly close enough to either. I groaned and tried to push back more, earning myself another slap.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStay still,\u201d he ordered. He circled my anus with one finger and then slid it in slowly. The next stroke was two fingers, and then three, and I moaned in response, closing my eyes. He growled, leaning forward over me and reaching forward with his free hand, shoving his fingers in my mouth, \u201cIs this enough for you, Styopa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I whined around his fingers and set to work, sucking as hard as I could and running my tongue over his knuckles the way I knew that he liked. He growled again as he started to finger-fuck me into a frenzy, then whispered into my ear, \u201cYou are such a hungry little slut, aren\u2019t you, my Styopa? You want nothing more than my cock up your ass, down your throat, however you can get it. Don\u2019t you?\u201d I whined again. He was right, of course. I did want him, however I could get him. As often as I could get him, and as hard as I could get him. He laughed, pumping harder and shoving his fingers further down my throat; I had just enough slack in the ropes to pump against the edge of the table, and the sweat pooling under me made it easier, so I was building to a wonderful come\u2026<\/p>\n<p>And the phone rang. My eyes flew open as Nick laughed and pulled his fingers out of my mouth.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo that\u2019s what those cards meant!\u201d he said. I heard the snapping of latex as he stripped off the glove, then the padding of his feet as he walked away\u2026<\/p>\n<p><i>To read the rest of the story, download Like A Sacred Desire today!<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">[wp_eStore_fancy2 id=124]<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ebook $6.99 ISBN 9781885865823 39,030 words [wp_eStore_add_to_cart id=124] (ebook also available at\u00a0Amazon, Barnes &amp; Noble, Smashwords , AllRomanceEbooks, and elsewhere.) A ravaged warrior in search of peace and understanding. A Tarot deck that is more than what it seems. Love born of vengeance in the midst of war. 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