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“You can make it up to me later,” he demanded as he sauntered towards the place where she was still kneeling. “After I have punished you for defying me.”

Brigid panted at Jerrik’s assertions, and she drew in a deep breath, as if to compose herself. “I know I am your wife now,” she murmured in response. “But I am also a grown woman, Jerrik, and a mother. I cannot have you punishing me, especially in front of Bram.”

Her tone was laced with just a hint of insolence, and it was enough to stir his already unsatisfied cock.

“You no longer have the choice,” he reminded her flatly. “You’re my responsibility now, Brigid, and our children will be of my heritage. Your defiance will be punished. It is how us Vikings deal with such things.”

She dropped the vegetables and rose unsteadily to her feet. Brigid was trembling, and Jerrik wondered if it was fear that inspired the gesture, or something else. It had been some time since Brigid had been mastered, and he was starting to wonder if her first husband had ever truly done the job. He sensed there was a part of her that wanted to yield to someone stronger than herself, but the woman had spent so long being responsible for herself and Bram, she seemed to be struggling with the new power dynamic. Jerrik could understand that. He needed to guide her.

“What will you do?” she whispered, gazing up at him with anxious eyes.

Jerrik smiled, moving towards her and taking one of those small, cold palms in his hands. “Nothing severe,” he promised. “Just enough to remind you of your place.”

“The b-birch?” she stammered, barely able to articulate the final word.

Evidently, his little wife had quite the fear of the birch, and he mused that it would be worth remembering that for future misdemeanours, of which he was sure they would be a great many.

“No,” he assured her. “Not this time.”

Brigit exhaled in apparent relief. “Then what?”

Jerrik shook his head with a grin. “I had intended to surprise you with the penance later,” he said, dropping his tone as he inched towards her body. 

“Please,” she replied, craning her neck to look up into his eyes. “I’ve never done this before, Jerrik. Bram’s father never…”

She paused, lowering her gaze.

“He never punished you?” Jerrik offered.

He wasn’t well versed in Pict traditions, but it seemed ludicrous that the man had done nothing to love or guide his spouse at all.

“He never really did anything to me,” she replied with a sigh. “Apart from the obvious—usually when he had consumed too much mead. So long as I fed him on time, he generally left me be.”

“I see.” Jerrik’s tone had lowered in response to Brigid’s description. He was pleased he would never have to meet this man and make him atone for his incompetence. It seemed as though there was already enough to be done.

“You’ll find I am quite a different proposition,” he told her. “I have high expectations of you, Brigid, but I will repay your effort with my sword and dagger which will protect and provide for you, and with my body, which will honour you. I’m sure you know to what I speak, but if there was any doubt, then I hope the last evenings have reassured you?”

Brigid sucked her lower lip between her teeth at Jerrik’s words. It was clear she did remember their unions of consummation. “Yes,” she replied in a breathy tone. “I should like more of that.”

Her face flamed at the admission, and he chuckled at her embarrassment. “And you shall have it,” he told her. “Just as you shall bear my punishment.”

She swallowed, but in those hazel eyes there was a flicker of acknowledgement. “Aye, well,” she murmured. “I will try and yield, Jerrik, yet I think I am out of practise.”

Jerrik grinned at the concession. “A good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking over my knee should help you to remember,” he drawled. “Do you not think?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, fast pants. “A spanking?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Brigid closed her eyes at his edict. “Then please, Jerrik, do not make me endure it in front of my son. This is new to him also.”

Jerrik appraised her pained expression with interest. He’d never even contemplated the child witnessing her penance until now; in fact, until this morning, he’d never even contemplated having a child before.

“We shall find something to amuse him this afternoon,” he decided, raising his hand to gently tilt her chin in his direction. 

The touch of his hand at her face drew Brigid’s eyes open in an instant, and for a long moment, their eyes locked.

“And once we are alone, you will learn how to submit, wife.”

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Guess which BAD Daddy is LIVE?

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Sophie’s gaze was back on the colossal black structure in the corner of the room, her eyes widening as she devoured the sight of the thing. Her brow furrowed. “What is that, Daddy?”

Jared licked his lips, inching toward her. “I’m glad you asked, Sophie, because that is a present for you. It’s a playpen.”

She gasped, an audible sound that seemed to echo around the room. “For me, Daddy?”

This time he couldn’t help but smile. “You had your question, little girl,” Jared reminded her. “But let me explain. Daddy’s desk is just over there.”

Jared gestured toward the expensive black desk sitting in the opposite corner and Sophie’s gaze followed his to acknowledge it. “You see it?”

There was no need to ask. She clearly saw it, but Jared was relishing the look of Sophie down there on her knees, trying to piece the whole sordid picture together in her head. Frankly, her confusion was making him hard again.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s where Daddy works, and unfortunately baby, there are some things I have to do even though you’re here with me.”

Sophie craned her neck to meet his gaze again, and for a second, there was silence while they assessed each other’s faces.

“And when I do, I need to keep an eye on you. Of course, I could leave you tied in your room, but I’d rather have you with me.”

A tiny whimper escaped her lips as the penny began to drop. “I-in there?”

Jared smirked at her reaction. The more Sophie looked, the more she was no doubt identifying all those perfect little additions Jared had included in the pen. The structure was like any other playpen, but this was made of metal and effectively had a roof—a construction that would seal Sophie inside and keep her safe if he needed to leave her momentarily.  Jared didn’t want to call it a cage—Sophie wasn’t an animal, and he didn’t want her to see herself that way—but, she was his captive now, and he needed to contain her. Whether she liked it or not. That meant that when she was inside, it wouldn’t just be the metal erection that constrained her, but the chains and cuffs he’d secured in there, too. If she was a good girl, then perhaps, Sophie could be free to roam inside sometimes, but on the whole, he wanted her bound.

Bound and wet and needy—just the way she was meant to be.

“Yes, little girl.” Jared fixed her with an intentionally determined stare. “That’s where you go.”

Sophie’s shocked gaze fell over the pen again and she started to pant even harder.

“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow with the question and watched as she flustered.

“Daddy, I…” She bit down hard on her lower lip. “Why? Why do I need to go in there?”

Jared chuckled. “To keep you safe baby,” he purred. “And I think you used your question already, didn’t you?”

Sophie inhaled, her hands visibly shaking.

“Go and take a look, little girl.” He lowered, pressing his palm into the small of her back and encouraging Sophie toward the thing until she shuffled forward, the chain jangling between her feet.

“Oh God!” She pressed her palms to her mouth when they moved nearer.

“Isn’t it lovely?” Jared’s tone was sardonic, but there was truth in it, too.

The pen was beautifully crafted and completely bespoke. It had taken some weeks to build and hadn’t been cheap, but as Jared approached the structure now, it had all been worth it. He’d had the thing lined with soft white faux fur and satin, so his little girl would be snug inside, but inside she would be.

Sophie turned back to regard him. “I can’t.” Her voice was shaky. “I can’t. Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me go in there!”

If there had been any doubt about how much of a sick fuck Jared was, this was the moment that crystalized it for him. Sophie was a beautiful woman, and on the whole since he’d taken her, she’d been reasonably compliant, yielding to him wonderfully, but all of that changed nothing. Even though there was real terror dancing in her eyes, no compassion stirred in Jared. In fact, as he rose back to his full height and gazed down at her, the only thing stirring was his lust. He loved that flicker of panic he noticed, the way her breathing had accelerated and the fact she was having trouble getting the words out. He relished the adorable flush of her cheeks and the way her limbs trembled. It was perfect and it was turning him on.

“You’re going in, Sophie.” Jared’s tone was stern. “You know you are.”

Her face crumpled while her gaze flitted between the pen and the man who was going to force her into it. “But—”

“But nothing,” he interrupted. “We both know you’re going to do as you’re told, so there really is only one question, little girl.”

Jared’s voice thundered around the room and Sophie startled. “Are you going to obey the rules and be Daddy’s good girl, or do I need to make you go in?”

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Daddy is always right. #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an excerpt from my brand new bestseller, Daddy’s Little Captive.

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Jared collected the paddle he’d bought especially for Sophie. It was long, relatively wide and pink—just like every other acquisition he had made. He’d not intended to use it to spank Sophie tonight, but after her recent errors, he’d found reason to call upon the new purchase. Running the smooth surface over his palm, he determined to use the thing for the twenty additional strikes she’d earned. He closed the drawer and turned back to the woman in the corner. She was agitated again, her breaths coming in short, fast pants as her fingers splayed behind her back. Jared smiled at the sight of her, taking in the look of her wonky pigtails. He’d have to get better at arranging her hair, but Jared guessed there would be time for that.

Settling on the edge of her bed, Jared placed the paddle on the covers. He would start with his palm—like he’d planned. He’d always loved spanking women, but Sophie promised to be the best yet.

“Turn around and get over here.”

He kept his tone low and firm and she shifted on shaky legs, following his beckoning finger. Jared wasn’t angry with Sophie, in fact, at this point he was barely even irritated. He meant to teach her a lesson with the penance, but more than that, he intended to enjoy every second of punishing her peachy arse. She came to stand in front of him, her gaze low as she waited for his next instruction. Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Sophie so obedient before.

And he liked it.

“What are you here for, little girl?” he demanded.

Jared hoped he wasn’t going to get some smart-arse response. Based on her evident anxiety and contrition, he doubted it, but still, he could never be sure. His experience had taught him that women reacted to this moment in different ways.

“To be spanked, Daddy.” Sophie’s voice was barely even audible.

“What was that?”

She jumped at his tone, her breasts bouncing beautifully in front of him.

“To be spanked,” she repeated, lifting her chin to risk a glance at him for the first time since she’d been summoned.

“That’s right,” he confirmed. “And why are you going to be spanked, Sophie?”

Sophie bit her lip, her eyes conveying an imploring message.

Please, don’t make me say it.

But her plea was futile, and she knew it.

Her lips parted. “Because I lied to you, Daddy.”

She sounded genuinely ashamed as she was made to admit her sins, his cock swelling at her tone.

“And what else?”

Sophie panted. “I tried to run.”

“You did run,” he corrected her.

She nodded miserably. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And why will you be receiving twenty extra swats with this?” His hand shifted to the waiting paddle.

Sophie’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the sight of it. Her breathing was erratic, and it looked like she was struggling to find any composure. “Because I said I was big,” she gasped. “And I didn’t do what you asked of me.”

She finally tore her gaze from the paddle. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Jared pressed his lips into a hard line, trying to resist the urge to grin at her wonderful admission. She was sorry—or she thought she was. But soon, Sophie would know what it truly meant to be sorry.

Reaching forward, he took hold of her hand. “I’m crazy about you, Sophie. That’s why I went to so much trouble to have you here.”

He paused, eyeing her responses carefully. “But I will punish you each time you disobey me.”

Sophie nodded again, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Were my requests so daunting?” he asked in a softer tone. “I merely wanted the truth and for you to do as you’ve been told.”

She sighed, a solitary tear sliding down her face. “No, Daddy.”

“And I will not accept you putting yourself down, little girl. That’s not what you’re here for.”

Sophie fluttered her lashes as though she didn’t know what to say.

“But most disappointingly, you chose to run from me.” He squeezed her palm. “After I’d given you so much pleasure. That hurts.”

Jared pinioned her with an intense stare. Naturally, he understood why Sophie had tried to flee, but that wasn’t the point. He was going to make sure she never contemplated it again.

“I-I don’t know what else to say,” she stammered. “Apart from I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you can say,” he concurred. “But you can get over my lap and take your spanking like my good girl.”

Jared felt the tremble that reverberated through her body.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied wearily. “I’ll try.”

He yanked her to his right side, edging forward on the bed so Sophie would have ample room to hang limp over his lap. “I’m not going to go easy on you,” he promised as he hauled her downwards. “You deserve this, little girl.”

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

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“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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Twisted is on Sale!

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Here is a steamy excerpt from the book to whet your appetite even more!

“Sex between unmarried couples is illegal.” He trailed his lips up to her temple and spoke against her skin. “What we did in London, that would have us both arrested and locked up. The key thrown away.”

“It would?” What they’d done in London. Damn, she wanted more of that, now. But what was he saying? Was sex off the agenda? Had she come all this way for nothing?

“Luckily,” he went on, slipping his hand to her other breast. “We have more than one bedroom here, so we can stay under the premise of having separate rooms and all being perfectly decent.”

“And will we? Be perfectly decent, that is?”

“What do you think?”

“It wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Me neither.” He released the top button of her blouse and slid his fingers beneath the material.

His flesh was warm on hers, his fingers big as they delved under the lace of her bra.

“Dimitri,” she gasped when he sought her nipple and tugged.

“Jenny. God, you’re so damn sexy.”

“But what about…? Should we go—?”

“It’s okay. I understand everything.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” He removed his fingers from her bra, tugged his hand from her blouse, and slid downward, to the waistband of her dark denims. “And I want you to trust me.”

She hesitated, then, “I do trust you.”

“Already?” A sliver of surprise edged into his tone.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

“I suppose we have.” He released the top button on her jeans then drew down the zipper.

She trembled, curled her toes inside her shoes, and stared straight ahead at the view.

God, I love his hands on me.

“I need to touch you,” he said into her hair. “Feel you again.”

Oh and she loved this new side to him, this holding her tight and firm, taking what he wanted, being more dominant. “Yes. Touch me again.”

She gasped as he shoved at her denims, pushing them down to allow some give in the material. She wasn’t exposed, but he had access.

“Doing this” he said, his free hand coming up to her forehead and covering it. He forced her crown to the crook of his neck and held her there. “Would have us arrested.”

“Is it really so bad?” She widened her stance. Needing his fingers on her, in her. Getting arrested was the last thing on her mind.

“Tell me, does it feel bad? Criminally bad?”

“No.” She moaned as he maneuvered beneath the waistband of her panties. “Not at all.”

“So it feels good?”

“Yes. Oh, Dimitri, I wanted this again, with you…so much.”

“And…” he said softly.“Tell me…” He sought out her clit and rubbed the pads of his fingers over it. “Tell me what else you wanted from me that night in London.”

“Mmmm… I wanted to feel you let go, give in to your lust and just take me, wild and full of passion.”

There, she’d said it. Told him what she’d wanted. Put it on the table. He didn’t have to be a perfect gentleman in the bedroom, she didn’t need that. She needed a man to push her boundaries, help her learn about all the nuances in her desires and be comfortable enough with himself to give in to his animal urges.

Yes. Animal.

“A bit like the heat, you think you can handle my lust?” He slipped through her soft folds and circled her entrance. “Handle me if I go ahead and take what I want?”

“Oh, fuck…” She grasped his wrist, digging in her fingertips.

He chuckled. “Plenty of time for that. Right now you get this, and we’ll see how well you cope.”

He pushed into her, two fingers, thick and long.

She sagged against him, her pussy dampening and easing his way.

“Damn, you’re hot and tight,” he muttered. “Lucky bastard.”

She trembled and clenched around him. “What?”

“Er, I’m a lucky bastard. To have you.” He withdrew then pumped back in. Setting up a rhythm and hand-fucking her.

Her knees weakened, and she was glad he had her clamped to his body. She didn’t trust herself to stay standing. It felt so damn good to be at his mercy this way. They hadn’t even gotten upstairs. The bedroom wasn’t part of the equation, and here he was, driving her to a climax.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse, as though excitement was stealing some of his breath.

“More.”

“You want more?”

“Yes, oh yes…please.”

“Because you said please, you can have more.” His palm caught on her clitoris, stimulating it with each jab of his fingers.

“Oh God,” she gasped, locking her knees.

“You’re going to come soon,” he said, his lips on her hair once more. “And your pussy will grip my fingers, your arousal will slick over my palm. And out there”—he paused—“are people, going about their business in offices, houses, boats, and helicopters. People who if they had binoculars could see you right now.”

“Fuck.” She clamped her thighs together. What was he saying? That she could be arrested, thrown in jail?

“But none of that matters, my sweet Jenny, because you trust me, you trust my judgement that no one is watching, no harm will come to you if you surrender to my touch and take what you need.”

“Oh, I need… I need to…” She was wet now, wet and needy, the pressure growing fast in her clit. He was touching her just right, building her up so fast and in a way she’d hadn’t even dreamed a man could.

“That’s it, let it go, let everything go. I’ve got you,” he said.

“I’m going to…”

“Yes and while you do, know that I own you, you are mine. Mind, body, and soul, all fucking mine.” He clasped her closer, the length of his body firm on hers, a thick bulge pressing into the small of her back. “Come, let me feel you come.”

She was trapped, held hostage by him. Her head spun, her nerves were on fire. She may well have observers, with no faces and no names, out there in the distance, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was Dimitri wringing this orgasm from her, pushing her into a spiral of bliss.

She held her breath, her ribcage swelling against his back. It was close, the pressure too big to contain.

The sound of his flesh rubbing on hers competed with the sound of her thudding pulse.

It was there. For a few sweeter than sweet seconds she was held in suspension, ecstasy ruling every sense, then she pounded into a wild orgasm. He didn’t let up, stayed with her, impaling her with his fingers.

“Dimitri!” she yelled, dragging her nails over his forearms. “Oh…please.”

“That’s it, let me own you,” he said into her ear. “All of you, and all of your pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

He didn’t, fucking her with his fingers and dragging over her clit. She tried to raise her head, but he held it secure in the crook of his neck.

She was battling for breath, her throat tight, her legs weak.

“Ah, you’re so wet now, dripping for me and hugging my fingers. Sweet, sexy Jenny who has so many needs to be fulfilled.”

 

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