Lyka Bloom

Island Retreat Part 5

Selma’s placid expression was gone when Selma was brought into the room. Two of the red-and-white clad latex nurses carried her. Marla followed.

“I do not think this is such a good idea.”

Marla shrugged. The gesture was equally dismissive and infuriating.

“I agreed to take over the post. I simply brought a few offerings with me. You know how it is. No reason to risk word of the island getting out. It’s only good business.”

“When I was told a replacement w...

Island retreat: Part 4

“I think she’s beautiful,” Marla offered.

“Yes, isn’t she? And we cater to any desire. Some of them quite extreme. We all have our kinks. The visitors here simply know what those kinks are and are not afraid to indulge them.”

“It’s hedonism,” Selma said.

“I won’t argue that point, my pretty new friend.”

Selma blushed, bringing a pink hue to her tan cheeks. “It’s inappropriate.”

“That is for each of us to decide. But a you are a gue...

Island Retreat 3: Part 3

James felt the ground underfoot turn from grass to the rockier instability of the land near the beach. And with every step, he felt his mind vacillating between the two extremes of his thoughts. One step: We have to get away. Next step: Were those women actually cows? Next step: I have to get Maggie out of here. Next step: What would Maggie look like on her hands and knees like the women in the field? He hated himself for his attraction to something so clearly extreme and deviant, bu...

Island Retreat 3: Part Two

A look passed between the two young adults. A devilish smile was shared between the two.

Without looking at Marla, James said, “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

Selma wasn’t long in getting back to the dock. When she did, she bobbed her head around like a bird searching for the students.

“James? Maggie?”

“Save your breath,” Marla said with a wave of her hand. “They’ve gone off to explore.”

As if to punctuate the look of disgust on her face, t...

Island Retreat 3: Part 1

Here we go! 

Marla’s dress was light and soft against her skin. The sea air tugged at it, whipped it around her legs, but the act was not one of violence. It was a caress, a soft pull toward the future ahead. Spray erupted at the bow while the private charter bounced up and down on the waves.

“Might want to take a seat, missy,” their capain warned. His skin was stained dark by countless days on the sea, his face peppered by a short, untrimmed beard. A scar ran along the...

February Story Is Here!

The latest in the Corporate Takeover series, a prequel, is now complete! This will be live on Amazon in a couple of weeks, but you, my thralls and dolls, get it here first! Attached is an epub file for your e-readers, or a PDF if that suits you more. Thank you for your support. Enjoy!

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap: Part 8

The last rough draft post. Edited story coming soon!

She felt free, even as she sat in the chair that once held her captive. Above her were pictures of Ellie, turning and sinking into the spirals drifting across the darkness. With them, pictures of Tina, too, as if she would ever for get the woman she loved the most in the world.

“You see your wife.”

“Yes.”

“She is your everything, isn’t she, Ellie?”

“Oh yes.”

“In fact, she is...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Part 7

We'll wrap up this week, but here's more of the new story:

“Please,” the trapped girl repeated. “Please.”

Already her voice came slower, her speech slurring as the drugs took hold. She was still twenty minutes away from her peak. That was good. It gave Benson time to extract the information she needed. She waited until Julie’s eyes fluttered. The plugs secured in her ears, Benson began the pulsing noise to help draw her assistant into trance. Then the spirals ...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap: Pt. 6

Been a hectic few days, so apologies for not updating more. That said, here's the next bit:

The thing about anxiety was the paradox of it. Sometimes you could be worried about not being worried. This was the conundrum Elliot found himself in while Dr. Benson attached the IV to his arm. He knew he should be terrified. Or furious at benson for what she had done to him. Instead, Elliot found himself bathed in a hazy peace. When Benson secured the IV in place and patted his arm, ...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap Pt. 5

Except sometimes he caught himself thinking of himself in just that way. There were stretches of time where it felt as if he left his body and it ran on a sort of autopilot. He would come to and see that the room – his cell, he reminded himself – was freshly cleaned. Or he would find himself staring at the back of his hand, fingers outsretched, and muse over what color polish might look best on his growing nails. It was as if he was being possessed by a feminine force, and when she held t...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap Pt. 4

A smaller update today, but more to enjoy coming soon!

“This is you. The image all the way down. Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Elliot said. His voice was soft but sure.

“Could it be anyone else? You believe with all your heart that the person you see is you?”

“Yesss.”

She made him repeat it time and again, ensuring that he had no doubts that it was his own image Elliot saw floating above him, frawing him up and away. Only once his agreement becam...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap Pt. 3

Elliot moved tentatively past them in bare feet. Part of his slow movement was a general soreness that plagued him for the past few days. It was like he ha the flu, and every joint and muscle ached. Still, this limited freedom excited him and he led, rather than followed, the pair of women down the hall toward the main lobby. He was surprised to se ethe double doors opened, and the sound of men’s voices came distantly from beyond the threshold.

The lobby had been repurposed for the mo...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap Pt. 2

Now a soft smile turned up the corners of her lips. “I am going to give you a new life, Mr. Elliot. And make you better. One moment.”

She disappeared. He could not make out the perimeter of the room. It was dark, and all he knew for certain was that the ceiling in this room was very high, and the area quite parge. He felt like he was swimming in an inky pool.

When Benson returned, there was the cool whisper of alcohol rubbed against his skin and then a prick as a needle was in...

Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap Pt. 1

Keep in mind, this is a rough draft. Hope you enjoy it!

The car took Elliot from the regional airport to what had to be the dead center of the middle of nowhere. He should have expected as much from the airport. It was a single tower flanked on either side by parallel runways. The size of the planes the airfield could accommodate had to be no larger than the private jet he flew in on. Despite the sparse appearance, he was met by a black Lincoln and ushered into the back seat ...

Title and Cover Reveal: Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap!

Here's the cover and title for the next story, which will land on Amazon somewhere around February 15th. Let me know what you think!

More School for Sissies 2!

As always, this is a first draft. more on the way soon!

Day Three

Another morning shower to rinse away the strange dust that fell during the night and Martin was ready for class. Kevin stayed in bed, and Martin found no need to rouse him. His encounter with Elaine and the strange behavior of Chris in the hall had him tight-lipped and worried. That worry was fueled by the continuing stubbornness of his face to produce the hair he was used to shaving.

Literature was...

School for Sissies 2, Chapter Two

Day Two

Martin’s mouth tasted foul when he woke the next day. That same grit covered his bare arms and left a taste like cherry-flavored cough syrup in his mouth. A thin film of the stuff coated his book on the nightstand and the surface of his desk.

Beside his bed, Kevin was already stirring, his feet on the floor, head in his hands while he struggled to gain full consciousness.

“I feel hung over,” he grumbled.

Martin didn’t answer. He rose with the same grogg...

The New Story Is Begun!

This will be a sequel to School for Sissies, so don't be shy to say what you think. here's the prologue:

Prologue

The leaves were still green on the trees despite the bite in the air when Martin Presley arrived at Waverly College. His father was behind the wheel of the car, silent on their arrival as he had been on the trip to the small university town. His mother made more of an effort, a few attempts at small talk that came to nothing. Tension was the invisible passenger.

...

Chapter 2 of 3 - The New Story

This should be out in a finished form soon. Hope you enjoy the sneak peekl!

“That’s all very good. I’m almost impressed.” Mona sipped her bloody mary and looked across the table to Carrie with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“I’m telling you, it’s like he doesn’t even notice.”

“He notices, alright. It’s just that he doesn’t care. It’s purely Pavlovian. He engages in behavior he might find unusual or even embarrassing, but the orgasms are keepi...

A New Story, Coming Soon!

Not sure just yet what his will be called, but here's the first of three planned chapters. Thanks, as always, for helping me enjoy the writing life!

There was as much art as science to the clitoris. Carrie’s left leg was lifted, her fingers strumming her lips like a silken guitar. A dip inside and then she could coax some of the moisture from her canal over her labia. Then more stroking along the seam, now wet and slippery. That really got the engine going. A moment more of...

The Hive 6 - Chapter 5

This is it until the final release, so I hope you enjoy this last tease of The Hive 6: Dollhouse!

5.

Charlotte watched Harlen closely as he flitted about his room. It was luxurious compared to the other personnel pods. There were thick blankets and plants and wet bar on a silver tray. It looked just like she thought it would – expensive. Charlotte didn’t enter the domes with an intent to land a rich husband, something that would have pleased her mother to no end, sh...

The Hive 6 - Chapter 4

More from the new story! Should be out next week for real, but here's the early version of the latest chapter:

Colby was going to stop at Kelly’s pod. It wasn’t exactly protocol, but the rules be damned. She didn’t want her Kelly wrapped up like some damn bug in a spider’s web. She would be safer with Colby. Only Colby didn’t make it to Kelly’s door before the girl was coming at her, running harder when she saw Colby, leaping at her and forcing Colby to embrace he...

Hive 6: Chapter 3

Here's another first draft for you. Thank you again for being a patron and hope you're enjoying this new story in The Hive series!

3.

“You have a bag?”

Merlin looked up from the console at the sound of Colby’s voice. Will was leaning over Merlin’s shoulder at the bank of displays.

“What do you have there?” Will asked.

“Not sure. Some kind of slime. It was all over Chambers’s toolbelt.”

Will moved fast, opening a cabinet and remo...

The Hive 6 - Chapter Two

More from the upcoming sequel in The Hive series!

2.

Chambers couldn’t move. He was in some kind of cocoon. The thing that had come at him was fast and lean, but distinctly feminine. He felt an energy from her that was almost maternal. There was a layer of fluid between his skin and the rubbery wrapping that held him. Chambers felt the current of that fluid brushing against his skin. There was a faint tickling that accompanied the flowing sensation like he was awash i...

Hive 6 - Chapter One

Thanks again to Kris for the commission for Candy Girl (out now on Amazon!) and now back to work on the next entry in The Hive stories. Here's Chapter One:

1.

Red lights flashed and klaxons shrieked. In the ag dome, the sound bounced off the geometric panels that formed the largest of the three domes. Dani wrinkled her nose and covered her ears. Kelly nodded. There was no point trying to speak over the sound.

There were three of them in the garden. Charlotte joine...

Coming soon...

Chapter Two of Goon!

So, the story will be titled Goon and I hoped to be out this week, but likely next. In the meantime, here's some more from the new story!

Work was a distraction. A blur of faces showing up at his cubicle, asking him for paperwork that he would hand over, having been handed the same paperwork by another. Another drone of the workforce, nothing at all to make his life remarkable. It was a life lived without courage. And more than the monotony of it all, the true insult was how ...

New Story - So far untitled...

I know it's been a while, but life has been busy as the world reopens. In the meantime, chapter one of a new story. And I got a request for a Rubberwerks sequel, too. Thinking that one over...

Martin believed in being careful. Not that he was hurting for privacy, but things had to be arranged. Maybe it was a holdover from his early years, and the insistence his mother had about looking presentable under the worst of circumstances. Mind the details and the bigger picture would...

The Collar Club - Chapter 4

This will be the last Patreon chapter before the final draft hits Amazon, so if there's something special you want to see, speak now or forever hold your peace!

Eliot stood before his mirror. Back home. Back to reality. Gone was the makeup and the lipstick. What remained was the skeleton beneath, bleached and empty. If he closed his eyes, he could smell the sweet perfume of the pink room. With a little more fantasy, he could feel Carmen’s arms around him, even if they were ...

The Collar Club, cont'd

So, here's Chapter Three! Hope you're enjoying the early look!

CHAPTER THREE

While The Collar Club was not remote, it sat near the edge of city limits, just on the other side so that it had only to abide by the laws of the county. That location also invited others from nearby towns to come. Considering The Collar Club existed in a state only civilized in comparison to the further wilds, people from miles around who were interested in the kinkier side of life were aware ...