Lord Kendrick’s Obligation by Alyssa Bailey

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He wants a lady of quality on his arm, a mistress in his bed, and a princess to pamper.

When the time’s right. When he’s ready. When he finds her. But not yet. Lord Anthony Kendrick has obligations he fulfills daily but there is one he has yet to address; finding a wife and begetting heirs. All in due time. Without warning, he discovers the very woman he has been waiting for in his drawing-room, and she needs what he can offer. If he were ready and if she were to agree. 

Lady Genevieve Jacobson does not want to marry now, if ever. Her relatives disagree and pressure her to accept the offer of a man thirty years her senior. As the eldest, she is obligated to marry before her sister. Ginny refuses to comply. Suddenly her freedom and her very life is at stake. She must make some dangerous choices if she is to have any say in her future happiness. 

When Kendrick finds Ginny has taken matters in her own hands and put herself in mortal danger, he decides the time is right to claim her. Even if she doesn’t agree.

This is book four in the Lords and Little Ladies series but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This historical romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, power exchange, and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

The male bellow startled Genevieve and contrary to his instructions not to move, she did just that and found herself sliding down the tree trunk at a rapid pace. She cried out but was caught before her feet hit the ground. Her fright caused her breathing to become heavy and her chest heaved. The very man who had yelled at her was holding her close to his bosom and he smelled nice. Clean and spicy. His heart was pounding in his chest softly thumping against hers. So good. 

When she caught her breath enough to pull back from the man, she saw it was Lord Kendrick. ‘Bloody hell’ was right. He was blazing in his anger. Before she could think another thought, he was sitting on the stump, she was over his knee and he was pounding out a stern message on her nates. With her skirts still in her waistband, it took only a little movement of cloth to give him unobstructed access to her bared bottom. 

“Oh, sir, please stop. I-I am extremely sorry to have climbed your tree. Ahh, I had to grab the kitten.” 

She ended her explanation in a screech as he continued to land slap after painful smack on her upturned bottom without slowing. Her rear was hot and tingling and it hurt something awful. Ginny hadn’t been spanked in over a decade. What was he about? 

“What a damned fool thing to do. You could have been hurt, paralyzed, or died from that distance. Don’t you ever put yourself in a dangerous position like that again! Damn the kitten. He would have come down, eventually.” His slaps had lessened until he was merely rubbing her nates as she sniffled. It felt wicked and delicious. She thought being mischievous might not be such a bad thing in some cases. 

“That hurt,” she said in a dazed reproach as though she couldn’t quite believe his actions. 

“Yes, it was supposed to hurt. You are lucky you aren’t mine or we would still be addressing your unsafe behavior.” 

He placed her on his knee and pulled her close not allowing her to pull away. Soon she softened her stiff muscles and was snuggling in as she sniffled. “I didn’t like that.” 

“No, I don’t imagine you did. Papas tend to bring an undeniable ache when they are applying discipline. It was to teach a lesson. Did you learn it?” 

“Yes,” she said as he stood her up and helped to put her skirts at their proper placement. “Never visit Eaton Cross when you or papas are in residence.” 

Kendrick laughed. “Yes, that would be one way to apply the lesson but not the best, surely. The other is to heed my words and not put yourself in harm’s way.” When Genevieve didn’t respond he continued, “Promise me.” 

“What?” she asked as she began straightening her gown. 

He now sounded like rolling thunder. “You heard me. You will not purposely put yourself in danger. Promise me or so help me, I shall begin again and if I do, it will be a while before you sit comfortably.” She swore he growled. 

Staring at him, she couldn’t believe the wild way her body was reacting to his obscene manner and words. Her lady bits were slippery. Rolling down her thighs? No, it couldn’t be. How utterly embarrassing! As much as the spanking, this was embarrassing because it happened due to the situation. The spanking. The stern words. Accountability. What was happening to her? And God help her, she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop. And papa? Why did that word tease her even more intensely?

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USA Today and #1 International best-selling author of historic and contemporary romances, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. Along with her husband, she lives where the sky meets the rainforest; the forest meets the mountains that touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. She takes from her own experiences, often scrambling events from her life with her imagination, ensuring the fictitious worlds she creates seem real and draw you in.

She loves writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and loving men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme and of course, there’s always a happily ever after.  

If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters live amongst historical lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians. 

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Alien Tribute by Lee Savino & Golden Angel

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<Swipe right for abduction>

Who knew that reading sexy alien romances could lead to abduction?

Or that aliens could cure my cancer? Not me. But here I am, the bride-to-be for an alien warrior, just like the heroine in the book I was reading in my hospital bed on Earth.

Except the surly warrior who’s supposed to claim me doesn’t want a mate.

Disclaimer: The authors are not responsible for any actual alien abductions that may result as a consequence of your purchase of this book.

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In addition to being an author, Lee Savino is a mom and a chocoholic. She’s written a bunch of books, all smexy romance. Smexy = smart + sexy.

Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

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Cameron & Rylan by Valerie Ullmer

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Cameron Hayes believed himself to be a dedicated friend and a good son but destined to be alone. Because in his twenty-one years, he’d never fallen for anyone. Dating never appealed to him when he would rather spend a night at home. Despite his friend’s best intentions for Cameron to find a hookup for the night, he stayed at the bar as he nursed a beer. And that’s when Cameron spotted him and everything he knew evaporated with one look.

Rylan Ellis wanted one night out without complications. To forget about his overwhelming responsibilities and stress at home. He loved to lose himself in the music and ignore everyone around him. But when he happened a glance at the bar and spotted the tall, broad, and sexy-as-sin man, he felt drawn to him.

Soon, Cameron and Rylan learn about each other and establish their lives together. They also have to deal with a group of well-meaning friends, loving parents, and unexpected friendships. But most of all, a dangerous threat that could tear their lives apart.

Will a chance meeting turn into something more?

This novel contains heavy attraction at first sight and first-time gay sex between two men. There is no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a happily ever after.

*Contains a brief mention of a prior sexual assault and violence in later scenes.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Are you okay?”

Rylan swallowed at Cameron’s concern and nodded.  “Are you sure you still want me to move in?” The look of concern on Cameron’s face made his throat feel tight.

“I want you safe but more than that, I want you in my life.  I still want you very much to move in with me.”

“Yes to both.  I… I want that.”

Cameron’s gaze dropped to his mouth and paused for a long minute before he met Rylan’s gaze.  “Can I kiss you?”

Oh, yes, please.

Unable to force the words past his throat, he nodded instead.

Rylan not knowing what to expect, couldn’t prevent the shiver when Cameron cupped his face.  He moaned aloud when Cameron’s lips grazed over his lower one. Cameron took his time exploring, searching and yet not deepening the kiss as he passed over Rylan’s lips with his own.

“Rylan,” Cameron breathed.

“Please.”

That one word was all it took.

“I’ve wanted nothing more.”  Cameron tilted his mouth as he pressed their lips together, causing Rylan’s entire world to tilt on its axis.

Rylan gripped Cameron’s hips tighter in his hold, pulling him closer, as Cameron slid his tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for permission to enter.  Rylan eagerly opened, savoring the taste of peppermint and black coffee as Cameron deepened the kiss and stole Rylan’s breath in the same moment.

When they broke off and dragged in deep breaths, Cameron moved his lips behind his ear before he explored Rylan’s neck.  Rylan tilted his head back, giving him access and drawing sensations from his untried body that left him throbbing.

Rylan never knew his neck and the area behind his ear would turn him into mush.  He bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping his throat, but Cameron bit his earlobe and spoke.

“Let me hear you.”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Now you know how I felt the moment I spotted you on the dance floor.  For me, that’s saying something.”

Before Rylan could form a thought to reply, Cameron moved his mouth over Rylan’s and he lost himself to the sensations that shivered throughout his body.  Cameron’s growl absorbed his moan as he deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to his hard body.

Rylan’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to keep his eyes on the sexy-as-sin sight of Cameron’s flushed face.  The kiss turned into an inferno and Rylan could feel his cock swelling in his sweats and he knew if Cameron stepped closer, he would experience Rylan’s excitement first hand.

He opened for Cameron’s exploration and instead of the intense sensations of an aggressive kiss, Cameron’s slowed his movements as his tongue explored him until he was panting and all thoughts disappeared.  There were only the sensations Cameron drew from him.

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Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She’s addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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Bound to the Past by Libby Campbell

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Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.

At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect. 

After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.

For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free – free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.

Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?

This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters. 

While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Déak had done it again. He’d pushed all the right buttons. Somehow, he’d sensed Freja’s darkest secrets. He’d bought them out in the open where the sunshine and warmth of his affection was making them evaporate.

She’d never felt freer or happier than that minute when she was positioning herself across his lap again. Her upper torso draped over one side of his powerful thighs, leaving her arms, head, hair dangling. Her nude bottom was raised to the sky and her toes didn’t reach the ground behind her. 

The first and only time she’d been spanked before, Déak had left her clothes on and discretely exposed only her bottom. There was no such barrier between them now. The rawness of her nudity thrilled her.

This was only the second time in her life she’d lifted her backside to sunlight and felt the natural heat that nothing else could imitate. She’d forgotten how exciting it was to offer up a part of herself like a human sacrifice. Her pulse raced with a heady mixture of fear and eager anticipation. Déak’s hand circled one buttock and then the other. The sensation calmed her.

When he pushed her thighs apart, she didn’t resist. Nor did she tense when his fingers opened her nether lips and circled her clitoris before dipping into her pussy. 

“You are so ready for this, aren’t you My Innocent? But remember, while today you can call stop at any point.” Two fingers plunged into her, thrusting gently as he spoke. “That is not an option you will have every time I spank you. Make sure you use it wisely, if at all.”

He stopped caressing her and his hand lifted and began to rise and fall in gentle strokes. Freja shivered happily at the pleasant tattoo. She liked being free like this, giving the power of decision-making to Déak. He knew what she wanted. More importantly, he knew what she needed. Freja had no doubt.

As if reading her mind, he stopped and pushed her thighs even farther apart. He smacked her pussy lips softly. “This jewel, this velvet crease, it should have been mine for the past four years, shouldn’t it?”

She murmured something even she didn’t understand. It was an animal noise, a sound that indicated agreement. 

“I didn’t hear you,” he said and punctuated his words with a sound slap to her bottom, the most painful since he’d started.

“Um. Yes. Yes, sir.” 

“Yes sir, what?” He slapped the inside of her thighs so hard, she whimpered.

“Yes, sir. It should have been yours for the past four years.”

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Author Bio

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

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Daddy’s Little Captive has been RELEASED!!!!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you Daddy’s Little Captive is now LIVE!!! You can now purchase this first chapter in my new dark Daddy series! This is the first chapter of Jared and Sophie’s story and I cannot wait for you to read this book!!!

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Daddy’s Little Captive—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

“Sophie.”

His voice floated over her in that way they often do in dreams, the sound carrying long after it should have and seeming to caress her body alongside his fingers. His hands were at her chest again now, those same digits taunting and teasing her nipples into her own personal frenzy of desire. It was too much, this surrender. Too much heat. Too much sensation, and as he pinched harder, too much pain. But even as the thought resonated, Sophie knew that wasn’t true.

This wasn’t too much.

This wasn’t even close to too much, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted someone to tip the balance, to show her what the threshold was and then to shove her right past it. Her eyes squeezed closed at the idea, her body rising from the bed as far as the restraints would allow.

“You want me, Sophie?” His voice was a low whisper.

“Yes,” she tried to tell him frantically. “Yes, I want you. I want this. Give it to me!”

He laughed dryly as though he could actually understand her plea. “But first you have to earn it, little girl. First, you have to work for it.”

Sophie’s breath caught behind the gag. That sounded so good. She wanted to work for it—to earn it—although she had no idea how to do so.

“Don’t worry.”

He was right on her now, the heat of his body comforting her through the soft fabric of his shirt. “I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you to earn it.”

Oh God.

She wanted to gulp at his words, but that was also impossible now. Instead, she lie there, panting and hot and ready. Ready for whatever he wanted—whatever he demanded.

“I’m going to take this out now.” He tugged at the leather attached to her gag. “I want to hear you.”

Sophie gasped. Hear her? That had never happened in the dreams before.

It was lighter now, the peripheral of the scene brightening, though her mysterious lover was still unknown.

“Is that better?”

Somehow, he snatched the ball from her mouth, although Sophie had no recollection of him unbuckling the thing, and then her mouth was free.

“Tell me. Tell me if that’s better.”

His lips were at her neck now, nipping at her sensitive flesh and nuzzling her when the sensation became too much.

“That’s better,” she breathed. “Thank you.”

Sir.

The word had been right there. On the tip of her tongue. The way it always was, and Sophie would have said it gladly, if only he’d command it. She yearned for him to do so. She wanted to obey. She turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the enigma who seemed to dominate her dreams, but his mouth was on her again, pressing into her skin, kissing her, breathing into her ear, the resonance of sexy, dirty things that made her sex clench deliciously.

“That’s better, Daddy,” he corrected her after a moment, placing emphasis on the final word.

Sophie’s body tensed. Daddy? Had he just said Daddy?

“You heard it, baby,” he purred. “Now, don’t keep me waiting. Tell me.”

Her body heard him alright, the command loud and clear, and yet Sophie’s mind couldn’t wrap itself around the concept of calling him Daddy. Daddy was what her children called their father. It wasn’t a term of endearment or respect she used. It wasn’t arousing. Yet still, his voice was so insistent, and his touch was so good, Sophie was compelled to do his bidding.

“That’s better…” she hesitated, tripping over the word he wanted to hear.

Somehow, even though a part of her brain knew this was only a dream, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to say it. It was as though she stood at a precipice, and once that word had tumbled from her lips, there was no going back.

No getting away…

“Say it.” His voice was insistent, and all of a sudden, his fingers were at her thigh, stroking the needy flesh there as they trailed higher, pressing past her labia.

Sophie groaned. Oh my God, that was so good. She was so wet and she wanted him. She needed this. She needed this more than she could possibly say.

“Say it, Sophie,” he warned. “Or all of this goes away.”

She breathed heavily at the thought.

“Daddy.” She pushed the word from her lips like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Good girl.”

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Searching for Home by PK Corey

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Searching for Home by PK Corey!!

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Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.

When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Are you planning to keep your clothes on all night?” Jenny asked.

“It is getting a little warm in here, isn’t it? A little help, please.” He held out his arms, and Jenny came over, laughing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. She loved Cal’s body. He was as hard as a rock. His shoulders, abs, legs, and even his butt seemed to be one hard muscle—and it all belonged to her. 

She continued to undress him until she reached his boxers. She snapped the waistband sharply and said, “Prepare to be ravaged!” As she yanked them down, she pushed Cal back onto the bed. 

His erection was magnificent! And Jenny paused to marvel. Cal looked at her with anticipation. “Think you can handle it?” he asked, grinning. 

“Well I’m sure as hell not inviting anyone in to help,” she told him as she stripped off her clothes. “It’s all mine!” And with that, she went to work. Although Jenny had little experience when she and Cal had married, in this area, she was a natural. She always began by stroking his silky hardness. She made him feel as though she was truly handling something precious and amazing. 

When she took him in her mouth, she started slowly. She concentrated on the head as her tongue swirled about. Soon, it wasn’t only her tongue swirling—she moved around, coming at him from different angles, taking him in to a different depth. One minute, her hand grasped him firmly. The next, she was pulling away and tickling his balls. It kept him off-balance, never able to anticipate, and she loved having the control. 

His release was mind blowing, and he cried out Jenny’s name. Completely spent, he lay without moving as Jenny came to curl up by his side and waited for him to come back to himself. When he felt capable of movement, he pulled her tightly to him, lifting her to lie on top of him. 

“You’re the most incredible woman in the world. Do you realize that?” he asked. “Of course, I do,” she answered happily. “Nothing but the best for my husband!” Fifteen minutes later, Jenny sat up, straddling Cal. “Are you ready to go again?” “Damn, Jen, I can’t recover that fast. You’re going to kill me.” 

“That’s not a problem. You have life insurance, don’t you?” she asked sweetly.

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After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers.

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Tempted is LIVE!!!!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you Tempted is now LIVE!!! You can now purchase the next installment in the Dark Necessities Series! This is the first chapter of Dalton’s story and I cannot wait for you to read his story!!!

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”

He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.

“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”

Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”

Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”

“Says you,” she countered, dryly.

“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”

She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”

Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.

“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”

Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”

What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.

“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”

Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.

“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”

He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.

“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”

Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.

“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.

Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.

“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.

Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.

“Delilah?”

“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”

Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.

“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”

Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”

Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”

She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.

Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?

Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”

Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”

He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.

How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?

Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.

Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”

Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.

“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”

The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”

Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.

“Have it your way then.”

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