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Blurb:

Cherry Donovan has a problem. No, it’s not her annoying big brother who still thinks he should swoop in and rescue her from everything. She’s twenty-two and can take care of herself. It’s not the few extra pounds she carries or her technologically challenged brain that won’t help her figure out how to change a ring tone on her cell phone. It’s not even her asshole-ex-boyfriend who may or may not be the one smashing her packages and leaving her weird messages in the mail and on her phone.

No. It’s the hunky, drool-worthy, make you want to drop the icing spatula and lick him instead best friend of her older brother. Jacob is staying with her for the week. Why? She doesn’t know. But she’s falling for him—hard and fast. Like slipping on a patch of meringue and landing flat on your back. Only this is going to hurt more. Why is he there? And could she pay him to change her ringtone for her?

Army Sergeant, Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fall-out of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory get your head back on straight time off, he’s on an undercover mission to check on his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t let Cherry know that he’s there to protect her. Oh, and then there’s the hardest part of the mission. Don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again. She makes him laugh.

Excerpt:

“Ganache.” She croaked, her throat dry, her mouth not seeming to want to work properly.

“Ganache. This right here.” He held the spatula in front of her, not touching her. But she couldn’t have moved anyway. “The stuff you threw at my head.” His eyebrow cocked.

Clearing her throat she tried to get a handle on her rapid heartbeat, as he handed her the bowl.

“Do you know what I do to little girls who don’t play nice, and who get Daddy all messy for his customers?”

“Oh God.”

“No, just Daddy or Sir, whichever you prefer, young lady.”

“I like naughty girl,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Heck, why not? She reached her fingers into the bowl, scraping a tiny bit onto her fingers, and then ran it down his stubbled cheek, down his neck, and then wiped her finger across his tan t-shirt with two long strokes.“You are such a naughty little girl.” He took the bowl out of her hands and set it on the sink, and quickly turned her around so her belly was against the sink. “Daddy’s going to punish you for that.”

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Dinah McLeod stops by with a sexy cowboy daddy :)

Dinah Mcleod sure knows how to write sexy westerns. This time, it’s sexy, western plus Age Play. yum! Here she is 🙂

Excerpt:

(Punished for speeding)

He picked it up, admiring the plain, varnished wood, testing the weight in his hand. “Thirteen licks and we’ll lay this thing—and you—to bed. Be my good girl now. It’s gonna hurt, plus you have the plug. Lie still for me, okay?”

“I’ll do my best…Sir.” Her tone indicated that she’d chose other words if given the choice, but they both knew it wouldn’t be wise given her current predicament.

He lined it up against her perfect, round little ass. It covered a good portion, which meant that he could get both cheeks in every single stroke. He rubbed the smooth wood over her skin, his feelings warring within him. On the one hand, there was no denying that seeing her bent over and bared, submissive to whatever punishment he deemed fit, was a huge turn-on. On the other, he hated that this was necessary. He much preferred their playful spankings.

Colton drew his arm back and let fly against her bottom. The smack of the paddle against her tender orbs reverberated through the room. Even he winced at the sound of the impact.

Scarlett was sobbing before he’d even given the second stroke.

It made him feel bad to hear her cry like this. It made him want to drop the paddle and comfort her, but he gritted his teeth. If he did that, it would be even harder on both of them when he had to pick up the paddle again to make good on his word. He’d made her a promise, and while maybe right this second she didn’t feel like it, the truth was she needed him to keep it.

He knew that and he wanted to be the man she needed more than he wanted to kiss her tears away. There would be time for that. It was what gave him the strength he needed to deliver the second punishing swat of the paddle, and the third, and the fourth. With each one Scarlett shuddered and he waited, giving her time to react to the pain.

Her arms flew out, her feet danced, she howled, sounding much like an angry rooster. It was all he could do to keep from smiling—just in case after one of these swats she decided to turn around. He couldn’t have her think he was taking pleasure in this, or worse, that he was making fun of her. But he just couldn’t help it—she was so damn cute, even now. Even with her rosy ass pushed out toward him, she was adorable.

 

Blurb:

Nineteen-year-old Scarlett’s life in her daddy’s gentle, loving care is pretty close to perfect as far as she is concerned. Even when Colton spanks her bare bottom soundly for hiding traffic tickets, she knows that in the end he’ll take her in his arms and kiss all her tears away, and she’ll be his good girl again.

When Colton tells her he needs to travel for rodeo business and that he’s trusting her to be a big girl and stay home alone, Scarlett can’t wait to watch chick flicks and eat too much popcorn while holding down the fort. But then her two friends from college talk her into hosting a huge house party—with beer and boys and loud music—and she hesitantly agrees.

After Colton discovers what Scarlett has been up to, he sends a trusted friend to the house to deal with her naughty behavior in his absence. Before she knows it Scarlett is getting the spanking of her life, with more intimate, embarrassing punishments to follow, and she is soon feeling like a very sorry little girl indeed.

Upon coming home, Colton sets out to make sure that Scarlett never lies to him again, but he also makes sure his little girl knows that her daddy loves her more than she can possibly imagine, and though her punishment leaves her bottom sore both inside and out, Colton’s firm but loving discipline also leaves Scarlett feeling happier than ever to be kept by her cowboy daddy.

 

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Dinah McLeod practices domestic discipline and makes baby steps into the wild, thrilling world of BDSM with her husband Jim when she isn’t being a mother of three and writing about her adventures!

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Maggie Carpenter brings her hot new “Daddy”!

I am so excited about this newest one from Maggie Carpenter! It sounds so yummy!!

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Excerpt:

(At Braxton’s home, Amanda is taking a bath, and sinking into the role of

being his little girl.)

Surrounded by the warm lavender foam, his soft, loving attention was transporting Amanda into a state of divine bliss. The tension that lived across her shoulders had evaporated. She was drifting, and there was only him and her. Time had stopped.

“Where did you find all that makeup you’re wearing? Little girls shouldn’t be wearing makeup, let alone such thick, gunky makeup.”

A small jolt ripped through her, breaking into her euphoria, and swallowing hard, she stared up at him.

Realizing he’d touched a nerve, and unsure where the moment was going to take them, he locked her gaze.

“I asked you a question,” he said firmly. “Answer me.”

“I stole it,” she whispered.

The comment about her makeup had been a fishing trip. He’d always thought she wore too much, and he’d wanted to see what she would say and how she would react. Her confession was totally unexpected.

“I see,” he said slowly. “From where did you steal it?”

“Logan’s department store,” she whimpered in a soft, timid, little-girl voice. “Sorry, daddy. I wanted to look like the big kids.”

“Oh, dear. You’re a good girl for telling me, but I will still have to punish you.”

“No, you don’t, you don’t at all. My other daddy didn’t punish me. I told him that I’d done it, so he said it was okay.”

“It’s definitely not okay with me,” Braxton said solemnly.

“Are you sure?”

“I am most definitely sure. I won’t punish you as hard because you confessed, but I still must punish you. That means you must be disciplined twice this evening. We can’t forget about your public temper tantrum.”

“Temper tantrum? I don’t know what you mean?” she said innocently, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“That was a fib,” he scolded.

“Just a little one.”

“There can be no fibs between us. That’s strictly forbidden. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” she quietly replied, lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“So then, we have a couple of naughty things to deal with. Maybe one before dinner, and the other after dinner.”

“I am sorry,” she repeated. “Honestly.”

“I’m sure you are, but you can’t get away with being a bad girl, not any more. I’m going to step away for a few minutes, and while I’m gone you’re going to wash all that makeup off your face. You’re much too pretty to have all that thick foundation and black stuff around your eyes. When I return I’ll expect you to be scrubbed clean.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Here’s the face cloth, and here is some baby oil,” he added, reaching behind him and opening a cabinet under the sink. “It’s very good for removing makeup, especially if it’s waterproof.”

Taking the plastic bottle, Amanda poured some onto the face cloth, then paused and looked up at him.

“You won’t punish me too hard, will you?”

“I’ll punish you as I see fit, young lady. Now clean up your face.”

Amanda felt as if she was in the Twilight Zone, or Never-Never Land. When Braxton had scolded her for stealing the makeup, she’d felt transported back in time. When she’d confessed her crime to her father, he had said that little girls sometimes do naughty things, but because she’d told him everything was forgiven. Braxton didn’t agree, and Braxton was her daddy now. He thought she should be punished for the theft, and for her public tantrum as well. She’d always felt that something had been skewed, but her new daddy was going to fix things. He was going to put things back in balance.

 

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Blurb:

Beautiful, ambitious studio executive Amanda Anderson is used to getting her way in Hollywood, even if that means occasionally using her fiery temper to manipulate those around her. What she is not used to, on the other hand, is being asked out for coffee by a man as devastatingly handsome as up-and-coming actor Braxton Carter.

 In spite of her attraction to him, Amanda is doubtful of his intentions and she blows him off. But after an inept valet wrecks her car and Braxton offers her a ride home, she finds herself inviting him in and cooking dinner for him. A passionate kiss leaves her yearning for more, but what truly sets her blood racing is the quiet, confident dominance which he makes no effort to hide.

 Braxton soon proves more than ready to take control of Amanda in a way no one else ever has, and when she throws an unexpected tantrum, he warns her in no uncertain terms that in the future he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly if he feels it necessary. She soon puts him to the test and ends up over his lap for a painful chastisement. Being punished like a spoiled child shocks her but also arouses her more than anything she can remember, and when Braxton decides that what Amanda needs is a firm daddy she cannot resist the offer.

 Spending time as Braxton’s little girl awakens a part of Amanda that she has hidden away for years, and she delights in his attention as he bathes her, dresses her in cute clothes, and holds her in his arms. Even the spankings she gets when she is naughty remind her that her daddy loves her. Amanda has never been happier or more fulfilled, but after a misunderstanding convinces her that Braxton is using her to advance his career, she is devastated and refuses to listen to his explanation. Can he find a way to win back his little girl’s love and trust?

 Publisher’s Note: Amanda’s Dominant Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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brand new spanking romance author, Sara Fields, visits!

I’m so excited to have Sara Fields visiting today. This is her first spanking romance book.   But she is not new to the spanking scene. 😉

Here’s a yummy excerpt!

 

Excerpt:
“What is your name?” he said quietly.
“Ayala,” she replied, quickly adding a “sir” afterwards, hoping to please him.
“Ayala,” he said, almost as if he could taste it. “That is a very pretty name,” he added, allowing it to roll off his tongue. “My name is Lord Eiotan. I own the fields that you work in. You belong to me.”
Her mind raced, but she kept her eyes on the floor. This was the man who owned her mark, the man who held her freedom in his hands. The Aztecs, in a territory not too far away, had captured her people. She was young and strong and could work, and therefore had been taken to the capital and sold. Ayala had never seen the man who owned her before.
She felt him come toward her, but she didn’t dare move. Her body began to quake with fear. His hand cupped her chin and pushed it up. She slowly met his powerful gaze, feeling very small in his presence. He smiled at her, his features warming with kindness. She felt oddly safe for a moment, before she quickly remembered who he was.
“I like you. You seem like a woman who can think for herself. I don’t think you belong in the fields any longer. I think I will take you as my personal servant instead. Would you like that?”
Ayala opened her mouth to respond, but no words came forth. His hands dropped to her shoulders, almost cradling her with reassurance.
“It would be easier work for you, but you would have to follow my rules, or face the consequences of disobeying me.”
Ayala swallowed past the lump in her throat. “By that, sir, you mean my death,” she stammered. Execution of servants was commonplace within the Aztec community. She let her eyes fall again.
He was strangely silent, gazing down at her. He used his fingers to pick up her chin, silently encouraging her to meet his eyes.
“No, not at all.” He paused. “The way I punish my servants is through a spanking. I would pull out a chair from that table and sit down, and then I would bare your bottom, and spank you until I feel you are truly sorry for what you have done.”
Ayala opened her eyes wide. She was a grown woman! Her own mother had not spanked her since she was a little girl. All she remembered was that it hurt, and it hurt an awful lot.
“You would spank me?” she whispered. “But I am grown; I do not need to be punished like a child.” She stuck out her chin a bit, feeling slightly defiant.
“Should you agree to work for me personally, misbehaving and disobeying my orders is something a child would do, therefore qualifying you for a punishment as such.”
Ayala narrowed her eyes a bit before responding, chewing his response over in her mind. “You would not kill or torture me for such an offense? I have heard stories, and seen the trials. Slaves have little rights here.”
“I will not kill or torture you, I promise.” He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair, placing it away from the table with a wide berth. Nervous butterflies flew through Ayala’s stomach. What was he doing?
“If what you say is true, I agree to serve you, sir,” she managed to stammer out as he sat down in the chair, a distance too far from the table for her comfort.
“Then come over here, young lady, I am going to show you what shall happen should you disobey me.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I am going to spank you, right now.”
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Blurb:

When Ayala intervenes to protect a fellow slave-girl from a cruel man’s unwanted attentions, she catches the eye of the powerful general Lord Eiotan. Impressed with both her boldness and her beauty, the handsome warrior takes Ayala into his home and makes her his personal servant.

Though Eiotan promises that Ayala will be treated well, he makes it clear that he expects his orders to be followed and he warns her that any disobedience will be sternly punished. Lord Eiotan is a man of his word, and when Ayala misbehaves she quickly finds herself over his knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom. Being punished in such a humiliating manner leaves her blushing, but it is her body’s response to his chastisement which truly shames her.

Ayala does her best to ignore the intense desire his firm-handed dominance kindles within her, but when her new master takes her in his arms she cannot help longing for him to claim her, and when he makes her his own at last, his masterful lovemaking introduces her to heights of pleasure she never thought possible.

But as news of the arrival of an invader from across the sea reaches the city and a ruthless conqueror sets his eyes on Ayala, her entire world is thrown into turmoil. Will she be torn from Lord Eiotan’s loving arms, or will the general do whatever it takes to keep her as his own?

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Begging for a spanking: Rayanna Jamison’s new Corbin’s Bend novel

I am so excited about Rayanna’s new Corbin’s Bend book.  It tackles some pretty realistic topics, like post partum depression, and I can’t wait to read it. 🙂

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Blurb:

After a difficult delivery and birth of her daughter, control freak Ginger Davies, is losing control. She cares only for the care of her daughter and has no time or energy for anything else. Her home, business, and relationships are suffering. She knows something needs to change, but she is too overwhelmed to do anything about it. As someone who has always prided herself on being strong and capable, and disciplined, she can’t bring herself to admit what she is really going through.

 Her husband Beau has been content to take a break from domestic discipline to give Ginger the time and space she needs to recover, but he soon realizes that he’s not doing her any favors by letting things go. He realizes that break or no break, it’s time to regain control of his home and step up in a way that he never has before.

 

About Corbin’s Bend:

 Welcome to Corbin’s Bend, the first equity-cooperative housing development just for spankofiles. Thirty thousand acres in the mountains above Denver sits your dream come true. With 1000 home sites, several restaurants, a club house, theater, pool, and many other amenities, you will find yourself at home.

 Corbin’s Bend is the setting for a group of spanking romance novellas set in, where else? Corbin’s Bend, Colorado. A fictitious housing cooperative, Corbin’s Bend is unique in that everyone living there is into spanking, whether that be erotically or through domestic discipline. Just imagine, a place where nobody has to hide their particular spanking lifestyle.

 While reading any series in order is nice, Corbin’s Bend books can be read as stand-alones as well.

 

Excerpt :

“See, here’s the thing. I was more than willing to take a break. Aside from your temper, I’ve never had to worry much about you, and I figured I could trust you enough to keep yourself under control, and remember the heart of why we do this. But now, now you’re disobedient, you’re not living up to your responsibilities, you’re rude and belligerent, and you seem to enjoy throwing it in my face that I can’t spank you for it. The way I see it, you’ve been begging me to do just that.”

Ginger bit her lip, chewing it absently as she pondered his words. Is that what she had been doing? Shame rose up in her cheeks as she remembered her harsh words and defiant actions. It was just yesterday, but it seemed so long ago now. Nothing to put things in perspective like a first thing in the morning trip over your husband’s knee, she mused.

“Is that what you’ve been doing Ginger? Have you been begging for a spanking?”

She didn’t reply, still wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize he was asking her a question, until his hand stopped rubbing and came cracking down on her backside with all the force of a paddle. Damn, she had forgotten how hard his hands could be.

“Answer me, woman.” His hand went back, poised for impact, and she squeaked out her answer, bracing herself for the blow.

“No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t!” It didn’t seem to be the answer he was looking for, as his hand connected with her aching backside.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was! But, it wasn’t conscious!”

At her admission, his hand stilled, coming down softly to rest on her back. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, whose idea was it do domestic discipline?”

Ginger sighed. “Mine, Sir”

“And, whose idea was it to move to Corbin’s Bend?”

She could see where this was going, and it didn’t bode well for her. “Mine, Sir”

“Mmm-hmm” His finger pumped inside her, in and out of her tight hole. She clenched around it, hoping for relief, but he just pumped harder. “Whose idea was it to take a break, from any and all punishments, against the advice of our friends and mentors?”

“It was my idea.” Her voice sounded empty, even to her.

The pumping stopped, but the spanking began in earnest. His hand flattened against her bottom, again and again, peppering both cheeks with sharp swats, one after another, with no pause between. Dd may have been her idea, but damn, the man could spank.

“It seems to me,” he began, concentrating on reddening the crease between her thighs and bottom cheeks, “that we’ve been doing things your way for much too long. I’ve let you be in charge of everything, even this.”

 

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Rayanna Jamison is a spanking romance author. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now resides in Southern Utah, where she likes to say she spends her days sipping mudslides and writing by the hot tub while the kids play. Her stories border on sweet, although they get slightly naughtier with each new story she writes. Her passion is to write about submission in its many forms, and the effects it has on relationships and lives.

 

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Saturday Spanks: Her Spanking Has Just Begun – Cassie and the Fire Captain

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It’s Saturday Spankings time! Which means I get to share some more from my brand new release, Cassie and the Fireman.

Cassie is over Eric’s lap.

And Eric is about to start a fire of his own – on her bare backside…

 

“Loosen up.” He patted her gently. “I don’t want to bruise you.”

 She nodded her head and softened her round cheeks, and he began again in earnest, spanking left, then right, then center, watching as each slap wiggled her fleshy backside. The rosy color intensified and he picked up the pace. He needed to make this a good, hard spanking, one that would release all of her guilt. Giving her a few more firm swats, he paused and lifted her to her feet.

 “Is it over?” she sniffled, rubbing her pink bottom.

 “The warm-up is.”

 

Blurb:

When twenty-four-year-old Cassie Stevens meets Eric Waters, her town’s hunky new fire captain, she assumes he is way out of her league. Cassie isn’t a beauty queen like her mother, and a mature, no-nonsense man like Eric would never be attracted to a fun-loving tomboy like her, especially considering her penchant for getting herself in trouble. So it comes as a shock when he stops by the diner where she works, steers her out of an altercation with some rude customers, and promptly asks her out on a date.

It doesn’t take Cassie long to realize that she has finally met the man of her dreams, and Eric seems to enjoy her sense of humor and playful ways. But after she pulls a foolish prank on him during their first date, he takes her over his knee for a spanking, and she quickly discovers how much a man’s firm hand can sting when applied to a naughty girl’s bare bottom.

Eric’s attention and affection make Cassie feel more loved than she has ever felt before, and despite her sore bottom, his discipline leaves her aroused and yearning to be his. But just as she’s about to give him her heart, it seems he’s no longer interested. Can Cassie put aside her fears and trust Eric, or will her doubts set off a chain of events which will tear their relationship apart?

Publisher’s Note: Cassie and the Fire Captain is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Making Vanilla Sex Kinky

The very naughty, Renee Rose, has tied me up, gagged me, and taken over my blog. Now if she’ll just send me one of her Dom’s, I’ll be good to go! 😉 Here she is:

 

Making Vanilla Sex Kinky

By Renee Rose

I had a client tell me once she might need to read one of my books to figure out what turns her on. Because she didn’t know. The woman is sixty-five! It was odd for me to hear, since I’ve known since preschool that I was wired to get off on spanking and submission. But I think her case is probably more common than mine. I remember right after Fifty Shades came out, a great number of spanking bloggers appeared who had never before considered spanking, never knew it wound their crank until they’d been exposed to it through the kink book that went mainstream.

I’ve had a lot of friends who have a hard time orgasming during penetration. I’ve never had that problem, but I do sympathize. Even though I knew I was into spanking, it took me a while to realize that it was my sure thing for getting off. Now that I know it’s my on button, if vanilla sex isn’t working for me, all I have to do is pretend it’s being forced, or that I’ve just been thoroughly punished, and then I’m hot to trot.

In Mob Mistress, when they make an arrangement for Lexi to be at his beck and call, Bobby promises she’ll always get off when they’re together.

“What do you think, Lexi? Are you interested in that sort of arrangement?” he asked.

“Well, in theory, yes, but only if I really liked the guy.”

“So it’s about the sex.”

“I didn’t say sex —”

“You meant sex,” he said with a wicked grin. “How about this? I’ll offer you a personal guarantee you’ll get off every single time.”

She laughed, a throaty, sensual sound that went straight to his cock. “Oh really? I guess you don’t lack in confidence, do you?”

“Nope,” he said, deliberately holding her eyes. The room had shrunk so it contained only the two of them, her azure gaze searching him, pupils dilated, breath short.

“What if I’m one of those girls who never orgasms with a partner?”

He raked a glance down her body again, wondering how anyone that fine could have trouble getting off. “I’d figure out how to unlock your secrets.”

Since Lexi has had trouble coming to orgasm in the past, she’s dubious, but she gives him a chance. As it turns out, she discovers she likes a dominant lover and rough sex. Here’s a scene where Bobby proves she can get off in the missionary position…

Lexi lay back, making encouraging noises, but not really getting anywhere.

“Do you ever come when someone licks your pussy, Lexi?”

She shook her head. “No…I mean, it’s great! It feels good, but…”

He remembered their first night, at Plush, when she seemed doubtful he could get her off. He crawled over her. “How about missionary style? Do you ever orgasm in that position?”

Again she shook her head, then shrugged. “I never have, but maybe with you.”

He grinned, honored by her confidence in his abilities. “All right, I’ll take that challenge.”

He crawled off the bed and opened a dresser drawer, pulling out one of her bras.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

He slid the arm loop of her bra over one of the posts of the bed, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, knotting the bra around them.

“Ooh,” she squealed. “I’m not sure it counts as missionary if my hands are bound.”

Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and gave her ass a hard slap.

“Ack!” she cried in surprise, squirming against the grip.

“Who is in charge?”

“You are! You are!”

He lowered her hips, running his thumb along her glossy slit. “Good girl. I make the rules here. You lie back and take it. And right now, you’re going to take it in missionary position.”

She bucked even more at his fondling and his words, her hips bobbing under his thumb.

He eased her feet back to the bed. “Now, open your knees, girl.”

She stood her feet on the bed, knees bent and feet wide apart, arching her pelvis in his direction.

“Oh, now you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping her pussy.

She shrieked, but didn’t close her legs, just panted, watching him with excitement.

“You’re going to want to come the second my cock penetrates that pretty little pussy of yours, but you can’t. Not until I say you can.” He slapped her pussy again. “Understand, little girl?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good girl.” He insinuated himself between her knees and shoved into her, deep enough to make her grunt. “That’s right,” he murmured, sliding out and repeating the aggressive plunge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will always remember who owns you.”

She moaned, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.

As he continued to plumb her depths, he bent his head to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth. He pushed back and slapped her breast, making her give a little scream, her pussy gushing, her hips gyrating in a frantic rhythm beneath him.

Using one hand to press her bound wrists down into the bed, he gave her face a gentle slap — not enough to even sting, more symbolic than anything.

She gasped, lifting her legs in the air and pushing up at him with her pelvis. He stayed with that rhythm, letting her rock her clit against him on each in-stroke until her cries became desperate.

“Do you want to come now, Lexi?” he asked, slapping her breast again. “Do you?”

“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cried.

He gripped her shoulders, bracing her as he slammed inside her over and over again until his own orgasm crested. “Now, Lexi!” he shouted when he reached climax.

She went wild beneath him, wriggling against him, coming with a screech and a shudder.

“I think,” he mused, freeing her wrists as she recovered beneath him, “You just need it rough.”

“I think I just need you,” she said.

His heart lurched.

She blushed, as if realizing she’d shown him all her cards.

He wanted to tell her he needed her too, but revealing his hand weakened his position. He settled for expressing the depth of his emotion for her with the most tender kiss.

Mob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

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