Jaye Peaches is visiting today, and I am so excited about this one! I have it locked into my Kindle ready to read. 🙂
Thank you Katherine for hosting me. I’ve brought along an excerpt from my latest book, His Lordship’s Mate, a Regency spanking tale with a twist.
Ella is not one for good timing keeping and since she failed to pack any clothes before Gethin whisked her away to his mansion, she is rather lacking in attire. After an amorous night of love-making, she wakes to find she has nothing to wear.
Without knocking, Gethin entered the room. Ella pulled the blanket up over her bare breasts.
“Good, you’re awake,” he declared. Reaching over, he pulled the blanket down and uncovered her bosom. “Keep them so, I like looking at them. In fact, climb out of bed so I can inspect you.”
She hesitated. Where were the servants?
“Ella!” he commanded.
She jumped and slid out from under the covers. She stood by the bed, trying to make herself as small as possible. “I haven’t any clothes,” she whispered, ashamed at her lack of apparel.
“I know. Of course, if you’d packed like I asked, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He shrugged and picked up her shoes, holding them out. “You can wear these.”
“Gethin,” she bleated. “You tore my only dress to shreds. Remember?”
“I do, indeed,” he nodded with a smirk.
“So it’s not my fault,” she said haughtily.
“I repeat, you did not pack anything.”
“I didn’t get the chance. You whisked me here! That was mean of you.” She stomped her foot.
Gethin inhaled deeply. “This attitude is not helping you. The servants have been dismissed for the day. I’ve decided, as part of your punishment for failing to prepare for your departure, you will remain naked for the duration of the day. That way I can look upon your curvaceous form unhindered.”
“No!” she gasped, horrified at the notion.
Gethin cocked his head to one side. “No?” he drawled. “Did you not agree to be my obedient wife, including any demands I might make upon you? Treat this as punishment or not, you will, Ella, be naked. The summer is upon us, the air is warm, you won’t feel cold. Now. Let me show you around the house. You may wear your shoes to protect your delicate soles.”
She huffed while putting them on, then she dragged her heels as she trailed behind him, paying little heed to his tour. The drawing room, with a handful of chairs and sofas, the dining room, the long gallery—for exercise when it rained, he remarked—and lastly the library. This room captured her attention. Shelves upon shelves of books, stacked high up to the ceiling requiring the use of a ladder to reach the upper shelves. She clapped her hands in delight, then swiftly covered her breasts again. He chuckled at her brief display of exuberance.
“You can use this room as much as you like. Let’s dine, then we can tour the garden.”
She expected him to give her a reprieve. To her chagrin, it never came. She had to sit next to him naked. Laid out in the dining room were covered platters of dry meats and cheese. Seated on his right side, she picked at her plate and squeezed her thighs together. Occasionally, while he ate a slice of ham, Gethin reached over and fondled her breasts or pinched her nipples. Grinning from ear to ear, he looked amused by her discomfort, also extremely happy.
“Part your legs,” he commanded.
She summoned her courage and opened up. There at the dining table, to her mortification, he probed her pussy, snaking a long finger inside and wriggling it. She hunched, struggling to keep her legs apart while in a state of denial—his sliding finger met no resistance. Her pussy seemed to welcome the attention.
“You’re wet.” He held up his shiny finger. “Whether you deny it or not, you need a good, hard fuck to satisfy that lust within you.”
Shocked by his vulgarity, she dropped her fork and snapped her legs together. “Please, let me have some clothes,” she sobbed.
“My dear, cease this snivelling. You must accept you are too gorgeous to keep shut behind dull clothing. I want you to appreciate how much I adore looking at you. Think of it as a compliment, rather than a disagreeable condition. Flaunt yourself. Go on. Sit up straighter, stick out your breasts, and hold your head up high.”
He leaned towards her. “Ella. You’re beautiful. Do as I ask.”
Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.