Saturday is FINALLY here and I am counting down the days until school starts. I’ve scrabbling about for an hour to work everyday, I am ready for the quiet! I can’t wait for you to dive into my upcoming release in Ladder 54, it releases on 31 August. Add it to your TBR! I think this graphic is SO appropriate for this weeks #SatSpank snippet, take a peek!
They started for the large stairwell, but Lauren’s small strides couldn’t match Blake’s massive ones. At the bottom of the steps, he paused, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was alongside him he swooped, seizing Lauren in his strong arms before carrying her up the staircase.
On the top landing, he crashed into the closest bedroom, Blake’s left arm slamming the door open as Lauren gripped onto his muscular neck. Her eyes blinked around the room, its luxurious décor apparently lost on her at this moment. He sat down on the bed, releasing her onto his lap.
“Stand in front of me,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the abrupt show of his authority. She obeyed, her heart threatening to rise into her throat as she raised her eyes to look upon him.
His earlier words swirled around and around her head. Are you going to take your spanking? Your spanking… It was like every deed, every moment, every illicit fantasy had all been leading her to this moment. This moment with Blake Anderson. He nodded.
“Thank you,” he replied, “although your display of obedience at this juncture isn’t going to save you from this spanking.”
“I know,” she croaked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Blake lifted his palm to halt her words.
“Enough,” he said sharply. “There’s little point, sweetheart. We both know that you did mean to. In fact, I wonder if this wasn’t your plan all along?” She blanched, shifting her weight awkwardly between her legs. Perhaps he was right? She had been dreaming of this spanking for so long, it was possible that she’d pushed him on purpose, refusing to eat more just to enact the consequences.
“Well, you wanted a date filled with spanking, Lauren, and it begins now.” He stared at her, his expression gleeful. “Over my lap.”
Lauren gulped at the order, although her feet were already moving, doing Blake’s bidding. She stumbled to his right side, positioning herself at his knees before turning and bending over his thighs. There was silence as she yielded, the only sound her ragged breathing as she finally got into position.
Lying upturned over a man’s lap this way was a lot more uncomfortable than she’d ever imagined. His thighs pressed into her lower ribs and belly, and her behind felt absurdly vulnerable.
“Thank you for doing what I’ve asked, sweetheart,” murmured Blake from over her. As he spoke, his hands yanked at the back of her dress, pushing the linen up toward her shoulders. “I know this is your first spanking, so I’ll try to go easy on you, but I want this to hurt. I want you to remember the sting of my palm, and what happens to you when you defy me. You got it?”
She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.
Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant. And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection? Or a divine appointment?
Scott Nielsen is ready for change. He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school. He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge. That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help. Her strength and independence intrigue Scott. A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive.
In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene. Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself. As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess. But Jackie’s been burned before. And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run. As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for.
Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life. Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul?
If you enjoyed LOST & BOUND, you’ll love this spin-off stand-alone story.
Enjoying the view, she watched as he walked to the bed and reached beneath it, removing a Kink Ink bag. “I went shopping myself today while I was in town.” His bag was larger than the ones she and Amy had returned with.
From the bag, he withdrew a mass of black straps and silver chain. Arching an eyebrow dramatically, he carried the device toward her, stopping beneath the massive log that served as the center beam of the cabin. Belatedly, Jackie noticed a heavy black ring attached to the beam. Reaching up, Scott secured a thick steel chain to the ring overhead. From the chain hung a curved black bar, with black straps in various lengths that dangled beneath.
Scott crooked a finger. “Come.”
Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him.
“Do you know what this is?”
She chewed her lower lip. “I have a pretty good idea.”
Jackie flushed crimson. “It’s a sex swing?” She eyed the device curiously. Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other. Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar. And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.
He nodded. “I thought,” with his hands on her hips, he turned her around, “we might try something interesting.” He moved the lower strap behind her thighs. “Sit, Princess.”
Heart pounding, Jackie did as she was told, grasping onto the straps that hung down. Scott knelt, fastening a padded black cuff around each of her ankles, spreading her wide. Then he moved the shorter padded strap behind her shoulder blades. “Now lean back, Princess. I’ve got you.”
Shakily, she lay back against the thickly padded strap, gripping the side straps for dear life. With a smirk, Scott peeled her right hand off the strap, kissing it lightly before raising it to the cuffs overhead. He followed suit with her left hand.
When she was completely fastened in, he gave her a little push and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Whoa,” Jackie gasped as she swung around in a slow circle.
Scott grinned. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”
Jackie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a nervous giggle. “It’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad? I’d rather it was oh, so good.”
As she swung around, she lost sight of him. When he came back into view, he was holding a black satin blindfold.
“Tonight, Princess, is all about sensations. We’re going to cover your eyes, so you can concentrate on what you feel.”
He stepped toward her and stopped suddenly. “Did you come up with your own safe words?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh. Yes. I did.” She looked to him, feeling suddenly sheepish. Maybe we should just go with the original ones, she worried.
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Well,” she gestured with a shoulder, causing the swing to spin to the left, “I thought I’d use earth, water, and fire.”
Scott pursed his lips in amusement. “Earth, water, and fire. What about air?”
As she spun, she shrugged. “Well, I only needed three, so…”
“Earth is the same as green?”
Jackie nodded. “And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red.”
“Obviously,” he smirked. “Alright, I’m about to blindfold you. Give me feedback.”
“Earth.” She watched him carefully.
“Earth it is.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.
The next time he spoke, he sounded further away. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, use your safe words.” She felt a swish of air, as though he’d moved by her.
“I considered a ball gag,” his voice came from in front of her, “but I need to be sure I can read your body language before we take away your voice.”
Strong hands gently gripped her lower calves as he trailed kissed up the inside of her right leg, his facial hair prickling in a maddeningly sensual way. When he reached the place where her thigh joined her body, he skipped her needy place to travel back down her left leg.
Jackie groaned with disappointment, and she felt the vibration of his chuckle against her inner thigh. “All in good time, Princess. The King will feast, I promise.”
When he’d finished his travels, he released her, sending her spinning in a slow, dizzying circle. With the blindfold, Jackie had no sense of up or down, left or right. She felt as though she were floating.
Then she heard a soft buzzing sound, followed by Scott’s sexy chuckle. “Oh, this is a naughty toy. Just what did you get up to with this?”
Mortified, Jackie was at once glad for the blindfold, and sorry she wasn’t gagged. “I, um…used it.”
He whispered into her ear. “Yes, but how?”
Oh. My. God. “I pressed it against myself.”
“And where exactly did you press it?”
Jackie cleared her throat. “I pressed it against my pussy.”
“Your pussy. This glorious pussy right here?”
She yelped as he unexpectedly touched the vibrator to her sex. “Yes.”
She felt him stiffen. “Yes, what?”
“Oh! Yes, Sire.”
He applied an open-handed pop to her pussy, and she yelped again. “How quickly we forget. Perhaps we should stop and allow you to consider the error of your ways.”
Jackie’s mind flitted to what Amy had said about orgasm denial, and she panicked at the thought of not being allowed to come during this play session. “Um, no, Sire, really, it was merely an oversight on my part, I’m so very sorry, please, I didn’t mean it, I just—”
Scott laughed out loud. “You’ve been talking to Amy, I see.” He whispered, closer now. “Don’t worry Princess. I plan to wear you out tonight.”
Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida. She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.
She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, modern-day adult fairy tale Chasing Ordinary, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night. Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them. The collection currently includes four novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, For Sparrow, and Warrior Mine.
Pandora is busy on her laptop, working on her next spicy romance.
I have been hard at work writing and editing to try to get everything done before I go on holiday, I didn’t get everything but I think I have gotten a lot done! If you didn’t see, Goldie’s Surrender is on sale RIGHT NOW for only 99 cents on Amazon and is already racing up the Amazon charts. I am so excited!
BUT let’s talk about what else I have coming up, because I have a lot that I CAN’T talk about yet. On August 10th I will have a new release called Zoe’s Impetus and it will be part of an anthology named N.E.R.D. with the fabulous authors Golden Angel, Katie Douglas, Sassa Daniels, Jack Crosby,Rue Raven and Morganna Williams. I am SO excited for you to read it, especially since I have been so hush, hush about it. Take a look at this sexy cover!
Do you want to read the blurb? Check this out:
I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil’s the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?
Yum right? And here’s the details of the whole anthology:
Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, hot and highly-skilled men who aren’t afraid to take control. Featuring: Time travel in a phone box, mad science, naughty young ladies getting spanked, bacon, exceptional cosplay, aliens, completely sane science (honest), extra bacon, comic con shenanigans and more biochemical interactions than you can shake a long-chain hydrocarbon at (translation: they do the naughty stuff).
Caution: Bring a sense of humor, a bacon sandwich and a fan, it’s going to get HOT in here! If you love hot, smart guys who know what they want and sassy girls who crave control, this is the set for you!
For my part, I loved Professor Neil. He can help me study any day! 😉
So what is this new story about? Well, check out this excerpt:
“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands. I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair. Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it. “Miss Kellam?”
I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone.
“The book?” he repeats in a curt tone.
I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.
“Good,” he replies, smiling at my response. I know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it. “Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.” “Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?” Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.” And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning. Over his lap? My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak. “Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?” I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud… “Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.
Doesn’t it sound good? I had such a great time writing these two.
I hope you pick it up on August 10th and keep an eye open, it will go up for preorder on Amazon on August 3rd!
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If Goldie thinks one bear is her reckoning, how will she deal with three, bossy bear shifters?
What if the fairy tale is real?
We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?
Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…
In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?
For a moment we are barely an inch from each other, and then – in a heartbeat – he is on me. We land on the bed together, our limbs knotting briefly before his powerful legs move between mine, spreading them wide apart. What just happened, I wonder? One moment I was empowered, devouring his beautiful cock, and the next I am flat on my back with this giant between my legs.
“Now I have you, little girl,” he teases me.
I scowl at him, slapping his strong right tricep playfully. “Don’t call me girl,” I complain. “I hate that!”
He lowers his face towards me, the muscles of his arms taking the strain without complaint. “I know you do,” he replies with a smirk. “That’s why I say it!”
He is so close to me now that I can barely even take a breath. I am pinioned by his imposing, powerful body, yet it is the weight of his stare which seems to paralyse me.
“I am not, and never will be, your girl…” My voice is raspy, and my desire plain to hear, but still I continue with my snarky attitude.
“You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he says with a grin.
Logan, Ethan, and Heath are so hot, they handle Goldie with such ease. I hope you #OneClick NOW and don’t forget to tell me what you think!
He agreed to her request for guidance, but could she handle what she’d asked him for?
The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business. The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.
Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to. When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.
Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship. Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt. But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.
Sean couldn’t recall another woman who looked as beautiful when in the throes of an orgasm as Alessa. Her red streaked hair dampened on the ends, her body bowed and jerked in the restraints, glistening with a moist sheen as she rode the dildos with unabashed pleasure. “Again,” he commanded when her gyrations slowed, and she shook with the dwindling tremors of her release.
He worked the double phallus inside her, upped the vibrations by twisting the small knob on the base again, and pressed the larger one harder against her swollen, reddened clit with each return thrust. The black corset emphasized the paleness of her skin, especially the fleshy mounds of her quivering breasts and her soft thighs above the gartered stockings. As sexy as she looked, he couldn’t wait to strip her bare the next time, to enjoy access to her whole cushiony body.
“Oh, God, please,” she pled, her breathless voice zeroing straight down to his balls. How long had it been since he’d reveled in hearing a woman beg?
“Please what?” he prodded with another plunge that brought her up higher on her knees.
“I don’t think…aaah!” Sean cut off her denial with a painful bite of one nipple then smiled when she pressed her crotch down on the invading objects and came apart again.
“That’s it, Alessa. Don’t think, just feel. One more.” She didn’t argue this time, just took everything he dished out, riding his pumping hand for all its worth, the abundant cream coating the vibrating toy smelling as enticing as it looked.
Tossing the toy aside, he unhooked her hands from her ankles and removed the binding sleeve. Using both hands, he rubbed her arms, getting the circulation going faster when she winced as she brought her arms forward. “Breathe, it’ll pass.”
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned, leaning against him.
“The arm rubs or the orgasms?” Sean enjoyed teasing her.
Alessa’s laugh vibrated against his chest. “Both.” It took only thirty seconds for her to stiffen against him, as he’d known she would once her mind cleared. Scooting back without looking at him, she didn’t let her flushed state, heaving chest and trembling thighs stop her from sliding off the bed. “I need to wash up.”
Sean stood and nodded toward the bathroom, not willing to push anymore right now. She’d given a lot tonight, how much was just beginning to dawn on her, and she would need time to assimilate what that meant and how far she wanted to continue taking this.
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…
Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the impossible.
It should have stayed a one-night stand.
Now, it’s too late.
Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.
*This is a standalone full-length novel with an intense, heroic Dom, BDSM, drama, suspense, and a world of corrupt men that make this fairytale darker than most. How far would you go for your happy ending?
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Phee squealed as he picked her up, squeezing her to his chest as he captured her in a much more intense kiss. Heat flashed between them, and in a moment her legs were wrapped around his hips as he walked them into the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he nipped her lower lip just before he tossed her onto the bed.
“Take your clothes off before I rip them off you.”
Panting, she couldn’t stifle the grin as she sat up and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor where her bra joined it a second later. Just as she was working at the button on her jeans, she saw him finish the last button on his shirt to part it. Every time he undressed she stared, eyes running over the abs she now knew were thanks to the personal gym on the other side of his apartment, and the puckered scar over his ribs that reminded her of everything they’d been through.
“Phee,” he growled as his hands went to his pants, and she grinned wider.
“Sorry, sir, just distracted.” When her jeans were unzipped he leaned forward to grab them, yanking them down her legs as his eyes roamed her curves.
“Distracted, hmm? Well, you know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen, don’t you?” Tossing her jeans aside, he reached for her underwear, teasing her thighs with too light touches as she lay back on the bed and lifted her ass so he could pull them down slowly.
“Yes, sir,” she purred. Gasping when his tongue slid through the wetness growing between her thighs, but then he stood again, leaving her bereft and whining.
“God, I do love it when you writhe like that. Spread your legs for me.” He groaned as she obeyed, eyes meeting hers before trailing down her body to focus at her core. His pants were on the floor a moment later, followed by his boxers, and she wanted to taste him, but knew if she moved without permission he’d drag it all out again. Kicking his clothes out of the way he stalked forward, grabbing onto her hips to yank her to the edge of the bed. “Such a good girl.”
It’s Saturday, you know what that means. Saturday spankings! Molly is figuring out what being a pet is all about in this naughty snippet.
His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike resonated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on.
Delivering the second spank he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as the impact reverberated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.
“Why are you being spanked, pet?” He growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke. She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly. Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity towards the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.
“More specifically,” he demanded. “Tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.” Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to colour wonderfully.
“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out. Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted.
“That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.
“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.
“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”
After discovering her submissive nature, Suzie Foster finds a Dom who she believes can give her everything she needs.
But after a time, his attitude and treatment begin to change.
Even with her limited experience in the Lifestyle, Suzie knows she has to end their Dom/sub relationship.
Then, just when things seem to be going right for Suzie, she is taken from her life and held captive.
Will Suzie ever get to experience the true Dom/sub relationship she seeks?
Or is the life of an enslaved captive; at the hands of a cruel Dom, the last thing she will ever know?
**BE WARNED: Some descriptions are vivid and can be a trigger for sensitive readers.
**Suitable for ages 18 and over
Sylvie’s more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn’t stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she’s kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure. Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother’s wedding special–even pretend he’s a security guard and kidnap his brother’s former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she’s his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he’s tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?
“I need to speak with Prince Giles,” she begged, her voice a needy whimper.
He landed a light slap on her behind. “Now, sweetness, I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips. Still, give me your oath and accept me as your overlord, and I may permit it. Once they’re back from their honeymoon.”
“Flaming arrogant wolf.” She kicked out in fury. “Just cut me loose and go chew on a bone or something.”
“Perhaps you need more time to consider, or maybe I should continue our game. Maybe a little pain will heighten your pleasure.”
He pulled a knife from nowhere and cut the rope above her wrists. She’d hoped he meant to set her free, but he tossed her facedown on the bed. He lay atop her—a solid wall of muscle that pinned her to the mattress and made her feel like the filling in a bed-meets-Lykae sandwich. As she wriggled and squirmed beneath him, her nipples sank into the mattress; then he spread-eagled her arms and bound them to the bedposts.
“My brother will have your pelt for this,” Sylvie snarled, “and I’ll wear it like a goddamn cloak.”
His teeth snapped shut with an audible clatter. “I guarantee you’ll wear me, sweetness, but you’ll learn to mind me first.”
He sat on the bed and slid his legs beneath her slender body. With infinite patience, he positioned her across his lap, then ran a gentle hand over her panties. Okay, her wolf-man liked it kinky, but as long as he let her come, she could live with that. Nervous, eager, and helpless, she ground her hips against him.
“Tempting me, sweetness? Sorry, but your power games don’t work on me.”
A sudden slap on her ass sent pain shooting though her and heightened her need. She couldn’t enjoy this, could she? He hurt and humiliated her, but her body thrashed with desire, and her hips gyrated over his dick. Another sharp slap made her shudder, but her pride came to her rescue, and she never made a sound. A third made her bite her tongue until blood filled her mouth. She held her breath and waited, but how could she want this? Somehow she’d escape him; then her brother would kill him and serve up his entrails on a plate.
“Don’t be stubborn, sweetness. Just ask me to stop.”
She tensed and said nothing. Four, five, and six left her butt bruised and hurting, but seven started a tingling heat that spread over her ass and into her pussy. She wanted to hate him, but eight had her moaning. Nine made her hips rotate and hunt for his prick, and ten… Oh God, ten was an avalanche of pain that pushed her to the edge of something momentous and huge.
“Damn it, Sylvie.” He stopped abruptly; then he rubbed his hand over her butt, soothing where he’d just spanked, “You drive me insane.”
Insane? She felt the madness inside him, and while she knew he wanted her body, she didn’t understand why she wanted him just as badly—not after the way he insulted and humiliated her. Sex. It had to come down to sex.
Caleb ran the strawberry over her lips, and her hunger won out over her bravado. Just as she was about to sink her teeth into the sweet fruit, he pulled it away and took a bite. Her glare condemned him more than any words, but he just laughed and offered her another. When she ate from his hand, the delicate touch of her lips on his palm made him crave her mouth on his cock. He’d never thought feeding a woman could be such a sensual treat.
His inner wolf growled when she turned her head away, but he stood back and studied her boyish hips and firm, round breasts. “Now you’ve eaten my strawberry, I should feast on yours.”
He watched her eyes widen in mock innocence; then she shook her head and tried to back away—not that she could when the rope held her wrists firmly in place. Caleb dropped to his knees before her, ran his hands up her inner thighs, and nudged them apart. She tried to keep them closed, but he shook his head and pushed them back open before he buried his tongue in her cunt. His natural wolf settled immediately, concentrating on pleasing its mate, but its hackles rose when she played innocent and tried to step out of reach.
He punished her with a resounding slap on her ass, but his natural wolf growled and tried to break free. Even his primal wolf form wanted to protect her—from himself. She squealed in surprise and excitement, but her panties were already damp with desire—for him. He laved her sweet-tasting pussy until she thrashed and writhed in her bonds, then shoved her panties aside with his tongue and sucked on her clit.
He lifted his head and growled, “Mine.”
Her eyes glazed, and her body trembled, but he backed off before she could come. She shivered at his every touch or lick, and her nipples had pearled into sweet strawberries just like the one he’d fed her—and Gods, he needed a taste. He loved how her hips undulated against him and her breath caught in her throat.
“Please,” she begged, “I can’t take any more. Just let me come.”
She looked wicked, wanton, and desperate, so beautiful his resolve melted like ice cream on a sunny day. Surely his Fae princess would surrender soon. He was a warrior who understood the battle of the sexes—and he was an alpha wolf who never lost a fight.
I added a very short scene in the First Kisses anthology by Book + Main. Every week I post a bite of a story there, and they asked me to be a part of their new book. So I included a story with Anders and Aurelie in the anthology!
With thirty nine authors joining this anthology, it is a must read. AND we are working on it being free on Amazon as well as everywhere else!
Embark on thirty-nine scenes of first kisses from favourite romance authors in a multitude of genres.
From Dukes to Highlanders, Shifters to Vampires and a variety of genres in between, binge on these unforgettable first kiss moments, and experience the euphoria that only that first touch of the lips can bring.
Read a Bite from your tried and true favorites, or delve into a new author’s world and become hooked.
This Book+Main Bites anthology is meant to introduce readers to new authors through their words.