LUKE & BELLA is the first book I ever published. It was a couple of years ago, and I had no idea what I was doing. In fact, I accidentally published it on Amazon. I thought that after I uploaded my manuscript, I’d have the opportunity to tweak the formatting and check for errors. The next thing I knew, I had a book for sale.
I’ve since re-edited and formatted it properly. And I replaced the original cover with something sexier. I’m thrilled to announce that in the coming weeks, LUKE & BELLA will also be available in paperback.
LUKE & BELLA is Book 1 of the Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone light BDSM novels featuring strong, sexy Dominants and the smart redhead submissives who can’t resist them.
I have a few more books under my belt now, but this one holds a special place in my heart. Here’s a steamy little tease…
Bella woke up aware of two things: an extreme headache and the need to have him. She glanced over at Luke. Asleep in her bed. In her house. And she wanted him.
She tiptoed to the bathroom, found the ibuprofen, and quickly slammed three. She brushed her teeth and got into the shower. Hot water and lavender-scented lather washed over her body, and her headache was rinsed away as she imagined his hands on her, caressing her skin, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. And she wanted him.
Her hands slid down her stomach then further down. She began touching herself, thinking of the last time they made love, on the plane home. Guess we’re in the mile-high club now, she thought to herself, smiling at the memory. Turning off the water, she opened the shower door and reached for her towel. Her hand landed on an empty towel bar.
“Looking for this, baby girl?” Luke was leaning against the bathroom counter, completely dressed in faded jeans and a grey t-shirt, a fluffy white towel folded in his hands. He placed the towel on the floor.
“I’ll be back in one minute. Be in the ready position here,” he said firmly, indicating the towel on the floor. “Don’t bother drying off.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room.
Bella stood blinking for a moment then stepped out of the shower. She knelt on the towel, water dripping all over the floor, and tried to relax. Her heart was pounding. His tone had been quiet and intense. She wondered what he had in mind and, struggling to calm her thoughts, she closed her eyes and waited.
She heard him return, opened her eyes briefly and saw his bare feet, then closed her eyes again. He walked around her slowly then stopped in front of her and pulled her head to his leg, stroking her hair gently.
“Good morning, baby girl,” he purred. “How are you feeling today?”
Keeping her head down, Bella answered, “I’m well, Sir.”
He gripped her chin roughly and forced her head up. “I’ve told you, baby girl, that I want to see your eyes.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“The reason I ask about how you’re feeling is that you had a rough night last night. You got drunk and you conducted yourself in a most disrespectful manner. Would you agree?” As he asked, he slipped his belt around her neck and pulled it snug.
She blinked and hesitated. “Um, yes, Sir, I had a lot to drink,” she said.
“As my baby girl, it’s your position to reflect well on me in public. Would you agree?” he asked. “Lift your hands.” He dropped the end of the belt and secured her hands in front of her using the belt from her robe.
“Um, yes, Sir,” she answered.
“You’ve seen enough.” He covered her eyes with the tie he’d worn that night in Edinburgh.
“And did you do that last night, baby girl? Did you reflect well on me?” he whispered in her ear.
“So you would agree that you have earned punishment?”
“Come with me.” Luke took her hands and helped her stand. She was still wet from the shower and she slipped a little on the tile. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Trust me,” he said softly as he walked her into the bedroom.
Bella felt her knees against the bed. “Now bend over across the bed, baby girl. Rest your torso on the bed and reach your arms up over your head.” She did as he directed.
He left her standing, leaning on the bed as he walked around and took her tied hands, pulling them straight and securing them to the opposite side of the bed. With her feet on the floor, Bella couldn’t move.
He returned to her and lightly stroked her backside and down the backs of her thighs. “Move your feet apart,” he commanded. She did as she was told. He slipped his hand between her legs and moved it up to her sex, gently stroking before sliding a finger inside. “You’re a little wet now. We’ll check again after,” he said softly.
“Now baby girl, you will count this out,” he growled.
She braced herself, her breaths short and quick. He waited a moment then slapped her left ass cheek hard. Bella gasped.
“Count it out!” he commanded.
He smacked her two more times.
He hesitated, smoothly caressing her pinkened backside. Bella’s muscles tightened. “Do. Not. Anticipate,” he hissed into her ear. He landed four more slaps, on the other cheek this time.
“Four, five, six, seven,” she counted out, her voice shaking.
Her ass was bright pink and felt warm to the touch, a fact he noted as he soothed the area he’d spanked. Luke could see the imprint of his hand on her right cheek. He gave her three more hard smacks.
“Eight, nine, ten,” she dutifully counted through gritted teeth.
“Very good, baby girl,” he cooed into her ear. “Let’s check you now.” He gently smoothed the skin of her ass before sliding his hand between her thighs. “You are dripping. That’s good news, baby girl. Did you realize how much you like to be spanked?”
She was surprised to note that although the spanks had stung, she was, in fact, more aroused than she had been already. She felt the hardness his erection as he pressed against her stinging ass and ached for him. Then she heard the zipper on his jeans and something fall softly to the floor.
He teased her moist opening with the end of his hardness and was even more aroused when it became covered in her sweetness. She moaned softly and he knew she was ready. “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked quietly. He reached under her and began to fondle her breasts.
“Please,” she said.
“Please what? Ask me for what you want,” he whispered.
”I want you to fuck me, Sir,” she breathed.
“What do you mean?” he asked, teasing her.
“Oh, God! I want you in me,” she begged.
He smiled to himself and slid into her. She groaned with pleasure. “Is this what you want, baby girl?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she muttered.
He pushed in as far as he could then slowly pulled back out. “I’m going to fuck you hard, my bratty baby girl,” he growled. Letting go, he began to pound into her as hard as he could, driven mad by the way she clenched around him.
She could feel the heat building up deep inside and she let go, just feeling, absorbing his energy. Their release was loud and long, and afterwards he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard on her neck. “Oh, baby girl, we needed that,” he breathed.