This week on #SatSpanks, devour an excerpt from my last book in the Dark Necessities Series, Tested.

This book concludes Dalton’s Tale and the entire series! 

“Where do you want me, sir?” She flashed him a salacious smile, and even though Dalton still didn’t seem to be able to get up and join her, he returned it.

In that one moment in time, in his mind—or wherever the hell they were—it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was this. His beautiful firecracker was standing there in all her glory and the most astounding gift of all—her submission.

“Sir?”

“On your knees.”

Dalton’s voice was gravelly, and her lips curled at the timbre, but she didn’t query it. She lowered to her knees with grace, raising her gaze to meet his eye once she was in position.

“And now?”

“And now, you wait.” Despite the fact he couldn’t reach for his cock, Dalton could feel his arousal burgeoning, and he was hard for her—harder than he’d been for a long time. “Wait for my command.”

“Yes, sir.”

She bit her lip, as though suppressing the urge to smile, her gaze falling to the polished floor between them.

“You look incredible.” He couldn’t help but compliment her. “You always look incredible.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“And I can’t wait to have you again, little girl. To have you, bind you, and bury myself in you until you’re desperate—until you can’t take anymore.”

Her lips twitched. “I want that, as well.”

“But first, there’s something we must do.”

She drew in a deep breath, her nipples beading into tight buds.

“What, sir?”

“You already know what.”

Delilah’s gaze flitted toward the corner of the room, and even though he hadn’t seen the structure for himself, he knew she was right. That’s where it was.

That’s where the cage was waiting.

“The cage, sir.”

His arousal amplified until its insistent throbbing was almost painful.

“Yes, the cage. You still want it, don’t you?”

Her face flamed with heat. “You know, I do.”

“So, get going.” His smile widened. “Let’s see you crawl over there and climb inside for me. I want to be able to screw your pretty little mouth at one end, and your gorgeous pussy at the other.”

The most sensational smile lit up her face, and though there was obvious trepidation, it was clear the overriding emotion for Delilah was excitement. Surrendering this way got her so hot and bothered, and ever since Dalton had suggested they try the cage, she had reveled in it, wanting to spend more and more time there, wanting to be confined for his pleasure—for their pleasure.

Slowly, her palms pressed forward, and she edged toward the open cage. It was clearer to him now, the metal visible, although he was sure he hadn’t moved. Another quirk of the dream, he decided as she confronted the entrance. Glancing back over her shoulder, Delilah was the picture of his every hedonistic wet dream. Her fit, nubile body, ready to do his bidding, her knees splayed as her back arched, presenting him with her glorious sex. All she needed was a tail in her delectable backside to complete the picture.

She was perfect.

“In you go.”

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“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭.
Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
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Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
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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 reverberated 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 best he could as the impact vibrated 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 toward 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 color 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?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again. 

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This week on #SatSpanks, here’s an excerpt from my latest book from the Dark Necessities Series, Taunted.

This is the second book in Dalton’s trilogy and it’s been burning up the charts with all the hot, steamy scenes you’ve come to expect.

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Dalton’s mouth skimmed over her lips, capturing her attention in an instant. “I’m going to pound you so hard, Delilah.”

Arousal pooled at her core with his words. “Yes, sir.”

She was brazen now, incapable of resisting Dalton’s allure, and with no desire to even try anymore.

He nodded his head at her. “I’m glad we’re aligned on this.”

With one sharp tug, he yanked her panties down her thighs, guiding them to her feet. Delilah’s breathing accelerated at his show of force. Fuck, he was hot when he was like this. He could take her all bloody day long when he was in this mood.

Dalton guided her from the fabric at her ankles, tugging her forward in the direction of the couch. “Over the arm.”

His instruction was curt, and as she turned toward his face for reassurance, Delilah saw the grin there and she went willingly, draping the top half of her body over the raised arm.

“Legs apart.”

She panted at the order, but complied at once. She wanted this. It was as sexy as hell being exposed and available to Dalton, and even ignoring the growing pressure at her neck, she waited for the real fun to begin, her heart racing inside her chest.

“What do you want, firecracker?” Dalton’s words rang out over her head.

“You, sir.” Her reply was reflexive, and desperate.

He smacked her arse, not hard enough to really hurt, but with enough force to make her yelp. “What about me?”

“Your cock.” She practically screamed the word, relishing the way Dalton always made her spell it out.

There was no hiding with him.

There never was.

“Tell me then.”

“I need your cock, sir.” Delilah barely recognized the voice of the woman who responded. She was so breathy and full of need. Surely, it couldn’t be her?

“You want my cock?” Dalton’s voice was full of glee.

Fuck, yes! The thought imploded in her head. You know I want it, Dalton. Why are you making me wait?

The sound of his laughter filled the air. “Beg for it.”

“What?” Delilah gasped.

“You heard me,” he snarled, his words registering in her ears just before he spanked her again. And the strike was harder this time. Much harder, the pain spreading out across her cheeks. “And you know how to address me.”

She panted at this stern version of her lover. “Sorry, sir. Yes.”

“So?”

Delilah inhaled. Begging for his cock? Christ, why was that making her so wet? Yet it was. She could feel the moisture at her pussy and it was for him. It was all for him.

“Please may I have your cock, sir?” Delilah cringed into the couch with the words, grateful that she didn’t have to look Dalton in the eyes.

“In your cunt?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And in your arse?”

Delilah tensed. In her arse—was he serious? “Sir, we’ve nev—”

Her sentence was ended by the giant palm that crashed down upon her exposed backside again and her lips parted with the pain.

“Answer the question. Do you want my cock in your arse or not?”

The query resounded around her mind. Did she want it there? Delilah had successfully fought off every man who’d tried to fuck her there in the past, but now, with Dalton, the idea didn’t seem so repugnant.

Rather, the notion of submitting to him that way sounded hot.

“I don’t know, sir.”

Dalton swatted her backside again, and Delilah winced at the impact.

“Don’t lie to me, Delilah.” His voice was almost a growl.

She flustered, wishing suddenly that she could just get up and talk to him, but her face was flush against the couch, her legs immobilized by Dalton’s body behind her. “I’m not lying!” she insisted. “I’ve never been fucked there before.”

His fingers trailed a line softly across the curve of her arse. “Really?”

Dalton sounded surprised. Sardonic almost.

“Yes, she panted. “Sir.”

“Your cunt it is then,” he decided, pulling away from her body just enough to line the tip of his cock at her labia. “Let’s hear you beg for it.”

Delilah’s hands balled into fists at her back. Why was he making her ask again?

“And I’d suggest you don’t keep me waiting, firecracker. Or I’ll find something for that pretty arse right now.”

That made Delilah start. She’d been reassured by the way Dalton had veered away from the topic of anal sex at her admission, but the thought he might try and change his mind about that filled her with dread. “Please, sir,” she blurted. “Please fuck my pussy with your cock.”

One of his hands skimmed over the skin of her bound arms. “As you wish, beautiful.”

He impaled her then, one swift thrust that stretched and filled Delilah’s pussy in the most scintillating way. That was what she’d needed. That was what she’d waited for.

Delilah’s mouth opened, but there were no words, just a low guttural moan.

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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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Arousal soared through his body as he lined up the crop for the next strike. Raising the implement, he landed a further two spanks to her reddening cheeks. Dalton’s hunch that Delilah might be receptive to the implement had been proven correct, but in his wildest dreams, he could never have foreseen this. She wasn’t just welcoming, she was wild. In all his years, Dalton had rarely seen a woman so turned on by the crop. Or maybe it wasn’t just the crop? Perhaps his little firecracker liked the pain, or the bondage, or her inability to take control like she usually did? He couldn’t be sure which factor inspired the greatest arousal, and yet the look of her plump, drenched lips told him it didn’t truly matter. Against all odds, Delilah was absolutely revelling in the treatment, and that was what counted.

“Oh, twenty-one and two! Sir.”

Dalton grinned. He hadn’t even had to prompt Delilah to respond this time. “Very good, firecracker,” he purred, swatting the other cheek twice. “You’re doing well at this.”

Delilah groaned, pushing her tempting cunt back as though she was searching for the next strike. “Thank you, sir. That was twenty-three and four.”

His heart raced at Delilah’s wanton display. She had always seemed like a sexual woman, but seeing her this way was sending Dalton into a hedonistic spin of his own. He desired Delilah more than he cared to admit—more than was logical. And as he gazed down at her panting form, the idea of just keeping her for himself seemed all too plausible.

But, Dalton couldn’t do that.

He didn’t just take women—that wasn’t him.

Abduction was so much more Connor’s style, and yet as he struck Delilah’s prone backside once more, nothing had ever seemed so alluring to Dalton before. He could do it. He could just keep her tied up and horny for him. Who cared about Delilah’s true motivations for coming to Diablo that night? Who cared if none of it made sense? And as she numbered the strike for him, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility.

Maybe it was Dalton’s time to live a little?

His turn to do something irrational.

His chance to fall in love.

The notion filled his head, and he smiled as he continued to rain the crop down against Delilah’s breathtaking arse. Her thoughts were quiet now, no longer speaking of the pain, but consumed only with the burgeoning desire coursing through her veins, and Dalton agreed wholeheartedly. He landed strike after strike, pausing only to allow Delilah to name the swat, until, finally, there was only one more remaining.

“How many more, Delle?” There was really no need to demand the answer from her delightful lips, especially as she had only just informed him that the prior strike was number thirty-nine, yet still he asked, unable to contain the craving he felt to hear Delilah’s raspy little tone again.

“One more, sir,” she breathed and glancing over her shoulder at him, Delilah flashed him a wicked smile. “Thank you.”

Their gazes locked for a second before he landed the final strike. Dalton saw the hurt flicker through her eyes, but it was over almost before it started, her thoughts confirming what her body so ably demonstrated. She fucking loved the pain.

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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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