Weekend Excerpt–LOST & BOUND

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This is it!  The final week of LUKE & BELLA’S Anniversary Celebration.  On July 1, it and LOST & BOUND return to their regular price of $2.99.  Be sure you take advantage of this special price.

This week’s excerpt is from LOST & BOUND, Dream Dominant Book 2.  When spoiled Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to cool her heels for a few weeks in the wilderness of northern Ontario.  She never expected to be attracted to backwoods pilot Blake Walker.  Could he be the Daddy Dom who can tame her restless soul?

Here’s a sample…

By the time the kitchen timer went off, she’d finally stopped shaking.  Shasta pulled the chain, dislodging the rubber plug and the water began to drain from the tub.  She used the towel to dry herself and quickly slipped into the flannel shirt Blake had left for her.  It was miles too big and deliciously soft as she wrapped it around her bare flesh.  In the bathroom mirror, her eyes were haunted.  She had no idea of the time, and she was tired.  He’d told her to sit on the bed and wait for him.

Young Couple In Love On Black Background               Carefully, she picked up the oil lamp and carried it into the bedroom.  The full-sized bed was neatly made with a steel-grey duvet.  She’d half-expected a camouflage bedspread for the rugged mountain man.

The thought would have amused her if she hadn’t been so upset.  Blake was angry with her, really angry.  He’d called her Shasta, and that had broken her heart.  She’d thought that they had a special understanding between them, a budding friendship that was possibly romantic.  She loved that he called her Amy.  But she’d ruined that, like she ruined everything, it seemed.

She put the lamp on the bedside table and sank onto the edge of the bed.  Although she felt warm from the bath, her feet were cold, so she folded her legs under her to keep them warm.  She wondered where Blake had gone.

Outside, the storm continued to rage.  It was quieter here than in her cabin, but it made her uneasy nevertheless.  She wanted him back with her.  When he’d picked her up, held her against his chest, she’d felt the safety she’d sought.  She wanted to be in his arms until the storm passed.  It was the safest place she’d ever known.

The outside door opened and closed, and her heart jumped into her throat.  She heard him speak to the dog but she couldn’t make out his words.  Her eyes were glued to the closed bedroom door, and she watched as the knob turned.

Blake’s eyes went straight to her.  “Good.  Just like I asked.  Come with me.”

Shasta followed him into the living room where he stood leaning his right hip on the breakfast bar separating that room from the kitchen.  Not knowing what else to do, she simply stopped and anxiously twisted her hands in front of her.

When he didn’t say anything, she jumped in.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to cause trouble, I was just so scared, and I don’t think I really even knew what I was doing, just…the next thing I knew, I was halfway across the lake.  I know it was stupid.  I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

Blake sighed deeply, his mouth a hard line.  “What you did was beyond dangerous and irresponsible.  If anything had happened to you, Amy, I don’t know how I would be able to live with myself.”

Pleased that he’d returned to her real name, she took a step closer.  “I know.  And again, I’m so sorry.  Please forgive me.”

He stood straight and crossed his arms.  “I can forgive you.  The trouble is, you need discipline.  You’re out of control, and you need someone to help you rein yourself in.”

Shasta frowned, uncertain of what he meant.

“Tonight, you need to make a decision.  Option one, you can stay here.  Or option two, I’ll take you back to the island.”  At that moment, a deafening thunderclap rattled the cabin’s windows.

She furrowed her brow.  “Why would I want to go back there?”

“Because if you stay here, you go by my rules.  Without exception.”  He arched an eyebrow menacingly.

Chills ran up her arms.  His rules?  She thought of the way he’d taken over, putting her in the tub, his explicit instructions.

“Remember, there’s your other choice.  I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from Jackie’s closet.  You can get dressed, and I’ll take you back.  I’ll see about fixing the window in the morning and we can go on our merry way.”

His expression was impassive, as if either option was fine by him.  Shasta fidgeted with the buttons on the flannel shirt.  “I want to stay.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“You should know that if you stay, you will be receiving a spanking.”

Shasta’s eyes bugged out.  “What?”

“You’re out of control,” he repeated gently.  “You need discipline to help you remember that your safety always comes first.”

She turned from him, crossing to the window where she looked out over the lake.  A bolt of lightning illuminated the lake, revealing whitecaps as large as they’d been when she’d been out there, and the thunder crashed immediately afterward.

She knew the window over her bed was shattered, the wind and rain would be howling through the cabin.  There was no telling when the storm would let up.  Blake offered to take her back there, which would mean he’d have to risk himself, to the island and back.  No, that wouldn’t do.

Turning back to him, she answered softly.  “I’ll stay.”  She met his eyes briefly before moving her gaze to the floor.

There was a hint of a smile on his lips.  “Alright then,” he nodded.  “Choice made.  Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was reading.  I’m going back to my book.  You will kneel at my feet.  When I’m finished reading, I will spank you.  Then we will go to bed.”

Shasta nodded and wrapped her arms around her middle.  Blake went to the bedroom and returned carrying a steel-grey pillow from the bed.  “I’m feeling generous.  You can kneel on this.”  He handed the pillow to Shasta and sank into the leather chair, propping his feet on the ottoman.

She stood for a moment before placing the pillow at the foot of the chair and lowering her knees onto it.  Blake opened his book and the room was silent except for the storm outside.  Shasta anxiously rubbed her thighs with her palms, unsure of what she was expected to do.

A thought dawned on her.  He wants me to suck him off.  Reaching up, she unbuttoned the top of his jeans with one hand, using the other to stroke his cock through the faded denim.

“Whoa,” Blake exclaimed, dropping the book and grasping her hands.  Gently, he pulled them away and held them both in his left hand as he lifted her chin with his right.  “Did you ask permission to touch my cock?”

Her eyes were wide and her face flushed bright red.  “I thought…”  She looked away from his eyes, “I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.  Give you a blowjob.”

He shook his head and spoke softly.  “No, kitten, you’re on your knees to think about what you did and why you won’t ever do it again.  I also want you to think about the spanking you’re going to get.”  He smiled kindly.  “You never need to wonder what I want from you.  I’ll always let you know.  Do you understand?”

When she looked back at him, tears were in her eyes.  “Yes…sir.”  Her voice was a whisper.

Blake’s jaw tightened.  “Sir will do.  For now.”   He stroked her hair fondly, then returned to his book.

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Weekend Excerpt–LUKE & BELLA Anniversary Sale

pic1LUKE & BELLA is the story of a pair of television journalists who are tasked with creating a new travel show, traveling the world and documenting the adventure they find.  I thought I’d share a few Fun Facts about the book.

  • LUKE & BELLA started as a private role-play on Twitter.
  • My partner lost interest after a while, and I decided to rewrite the role-play as narrative, which I put out on Tumblr, adding chapters beyond the original story.
  • When I reached around Chapter 67, I stopped writing for a period of time, finally picking up the story again and publishing it chapter by chapter here on WordPress, eventually finishing the whole thing.
  • In the story, Luke and Bella travel around the world to exciting cities, finding that the real stories don’t occur in the tourist areas.  Instead, they discover that the heart of a place is more often found two streets over.  I did a great deal of research into their destinations, having the pair stay in real hotels, eat in existing restaurants and bars.  You can find them online.
  • Originally, LUKE & BELLA wasn’t intended to be about BDSM.  It sort of evolved that way.

Here’s an all new excerpt from LUKE & BELLA.

After they said their good nights, Bella slept fitfully.  How long has it been since I’ve slept alone, she wondered.  She finally drifted off about half an hour before her alarm sounded and she found herself hitting the snooze button repeatedly.  Her ringing phone startled her awake.

“Hello?” she answered sleepily.

“Sissy, I’m downstairs.  Are you ready?” Tre asked.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.  “Give me ten minutes,” she shouted into the phone, disconnecting before he could reply.  She took the fastest shower of her life and threw on the first black dress she found in the closet, running down the stairs with her shoes in her hand.

Tre was waiting at the curb and she jumped into the giant SUV.  He stared at her for a moment, his expression incredulous.  “Is that what you’re wearing?” he finally said.

Bella looked down.  The dress was more low cut than she realized, and she tried to pull the v-neckline more closed.  “Oh, for God’s sake, we’re late!  I’ll find a pin or something, let’s go!”

Tre shook his head and they drove to the funeral home.  Once again the place was packed and they hurried to be seated in the family section reserved in the front of the room.  Cornelia glanced up as they were seated and she blanched, wide-eyed, when she saw Bella’s dress.  She quickly recovered her official mourning visage.  Bella shrugged.  I’m here, she thought.  What the hell else do you want?  Bitch.

She was glad to see that the casket was closed.  As the service began, there were hymns followed by a few friends and business associates who spoke, giving generic inspirational messages about the dearly departed.  Eventually Tre got up to give the official eulogy.  He was eloquent, heartfelt, and understated, all the things that Bubba always was.  People all around were dabbing at their eyes.

Bella felt something but she wasn’t sure what it was.  She should feel sad.  Her father was in that box.  She shook her head.  She wasn’t sorry that he was dead.  She wasn’t happy, either.  She really felt nothing at all.  That realization made her sad, and the tears finally came.

After the service, there was a procession to the cemetery.  They’ll lay him to rest next to Momma, she thought, as she rode in the limo with Tre, Cornelia, and T-Nathan.  No one said anything at all, but she could feel Cornelia’s disapproving glare.  Fuck it, Bella thought.

At the graveside, Bella stood next to Tre, wrapping her arm around his and holding on for dear life.  The service was interminable and she thought she couldn’t take much more.  Words like ‘family man’ and ‘loving husband and father’ swirled around her head.  People have no idea, she thought.

When it was finally over, the limo took them back to the funeral home where they got into the SUV and drove back to the house.  Cornelia had, of course, hired caterers to provide for the guests who would be attending the after funeral soiree.  Such a bizarre ritual, Bella mused.  Still, it was 2:00 and there would be wine, and she was in need.

Her flight to Buenos Aires didn’t leave until 6:00.  Then…Luke.  She couldn’t wait to see him, to be in his arms.  How could you need someone so badly when you’d known him for such a short time?

Guests were already milling around on the huge wraparound porch, cocktails and hor d’oeuvres in hand.  Among the guests, Bella noticed Mitchell, the guy from the funeral home last night.  He was handsome enough, she supposed.  But there was something pathetic about him.  It dawned on her that she couldn’t think of anyone who was man enough to be her Dom besides Luke.  The thought made her smile.

As Tre and Cornelia moved through the crowd, they were greeted with heartfelt wishes of condolence.  Bella and T-Nathan stayed on the outskirts of the crowd and made their way to the backyard, where the main gathering was meant to be.  The sky was bright blue and crystal clear, the temperature perfect for being outdoors.  Bella took a glass of wine from a passing server and sipped slowly.

“Well, kiddo, we’ve almost made it,” she said, winking at T-Nathan.  “When do you go back to school?”

He smiled at her.  “Next week,” he answered.  He seemed like he wanted to say more, so she waited, using her best interviewer arched eyebrow to encourage him.  “Hey Aunt Sissy, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling warmly.  “What’s your old aunt for anyway?  What’s up?”

“Well, you know how I’ve been studying pre-law?  I’ve been thinking about changing my major.”

“Oh?” she asked, then waited.

“Yeah, um,” he said, blushing, “I’m thinking about journalism.  I want to do what you do.”  He looked at her directly.  “So what do you think?”

She thought, Your mother’s going to have a cow, but she answered, “Are you sure that’s what you want to do, travel and interview and that kind of thing?”  He nodded eagerly.

“Well, since you asked what I think…You should make journalism your minor, then continue with your pre-law or change to history or political science or economics or something else that you can bring to the table.  Any dumb ass can read the news.  You’re smarter than that.  And get involved with campus news in some way.  That’s valuable experience.”  She smiled at him.  “You know what, sometime when all the planets align, you need to come out with Luke and me, give it a try.”

“I don’t know, maybe I wouldn’t be any good at it,” he said, blushing again.

“Are you kidding me?  Look at this mug,” she said, patting his cheek affectionately.  “All the girls will lose their mother-loving minds!”

“Aw, Aunt Sissy,” he laughed.  He hugged her clumsily and went to find his friends.

Bella smile as she watched him go.  He’s such a good kid, she thought.  A server walked by and she snagged another glass of wine.  Last one, she warned herself.  She began to make her way around the gathering, accepting kind words from the guests.  She was aware of more than one disapproving look at her dress from the matrons in attendance, and more than one leer from the husbands of said matrons.   She began to feel the need to get away.

It seemed ironic to go inside to get fresh air, but that’s what she did.  Beyond the kitchen, which was a beehive of activity, the house was quiet and she made her way to Tre’s study with its dark paneled walls and oxblood red leather chesterfield sofas.  She stood at the window sipping her wine and watching the scene outside.

“Well, pretty lady, I wondered where you’d gone.”

Bella whirled around to see Mitchell, he of the wake last night.  “You startled me,” she said.

“Oops,” he smiled.  “Didn’t mean to do that.”  He had an odd look on his face and Bella didn’t like the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“I just needed to get away from the crowd for a minute.  I think I’ll go back now,” she said evenly.

“What’s your hurry?” he asked, eyes on her breasts.  “I was hoping we could talk about old times.”  He put down his glass and crossed the room toward her, blocking her from moving away from the window.

“Have you been drinking a lot, Mitchell, because you’re making me uncomfortable,” she told him.

He laughed darkly.  “Oh, no, I want to make you very comfortable.”  He reached out to stroke her arm, putting his other arm around her waist.  “You’ve just been through a difficult time and I want to comfort you,” he whispered.  She could smell the bourbon on his breath.

“Okay, Mitchell, I’ve really got to go now,” she said, trying to move past him.

With his hand on the small of her back, he pulled her closer and he moved the other hand, reaching inside her dress and fondling her breast.

Without thinking, she slapped his face hard.  “Let. Me. The fuck. Go!” she hissed at him.

“Baby, the fuck is just what I have in mind, and you are turning me on!” he growled, leaning in to kiss her.

“Will not happen!” she answered, and she brought up her knee as hard as she could into his groin.  Mitchell went down like a sack of hammers.  Bella stepped over him and left the room hastily.

In the hallway she met Tre.  “Sissy, we were looking for you,” he said.  “Are you alright?”

“I just needed some air,” she answered sharply.

“Are you ready to go to the airport?” he asked.

“Hell, yes, I’m ready,” she said.  “By the way, your friend Mitchell just groped me.  I knocked his balls up into his sinus cavity.  I hope he hurts for a long time.”

Tre shook his head and sighed.  “Always an adventure, Sissy.  Let me go throw out the son of a bitch, then we’ll go, okay?”

Throughout the month of June, I’m celebrating the 2nd anniversary of the publication of my first novel, LUKE & BELLA.  All month long, you can get both Dream Dominant books, LUKE & BELLA and LOST & BOUND, for just .99 each.

 

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You’ve Got (Kink) Mail!

There are subscription boxes for everything these days.  Every month, you can get the perfect outfit.  You can get treats for your dog.  But what about kink?

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KinkCrate.com has you covered.  Can you just imagine?  Erotic fantasy boxes shipped directly to you every month?  Always with a theme?  Here’s the description from their website:

KinkCrate is the #1 Kinky Subscription Box!

Each month it’s packed with the sexiest, naughtiest toys we could find.  Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps…oh my!

Every month, your KinkCrate will be packed with 5 to 9 items, a kinky new theme, as well as the KinkCrate Handbook. The KinkCrate Handbook will guide you through what’s inside, and give you some ideas as to what you can do with them, too.

You’re not going to find another subscription box like this on the web – we have searched the world over for the most provocative and highest quality sex toys and goods around. This means you’re going to see medical-grade silicone vibrators and medical-grade silica glass dildos, delicious lubes, erotic reads, and so much more.

What’s the difference between our singles and couples crate, you ask?

Our singles crate is geared more towards vibrators and items where you do not need a parner.  With some creativity all these items can be used with a partner too.  The goal though is to allow you to use this box to help you please yourself better than you ever have before!

The couples box will include more BDSM related items and will always be more enjoyable with at least one partner.  Each item we choose is to help you take your orgasms to the next level.  Let go of your inhibitions and enjoy sex to the fullest!

I snagged this video from their YouTube channel.

They have plenty of options, too.  Check it out.

COUPLES SUBSCRIPTION BOX

Couples, it’s time to break out the kinkiness. Forget about going to a sex store or shopping online. All you need will be delivered to your door monthly, allowing you to escape into a new theme each and every month. You will always find 5 to 9 items, ranging from blindfolds, paddles, cock rings, and vibrators to cuffs, lubes, candles, and more.

This is your chance to try something different in the bedroom (or the kitchen, the living room, or anywhere else you like to go to get down)! We’ll include a complete guide to introduce all the items and give you an idea as to what you can do with them. It’s a great way to turn up the heat with your partner and show each other what you like!

Total crate value will be between $55 & $75 per month

Take a deep breath, the boxes always arrive unmarked, so no one will know that there is kinkiness inside until you do the big reveal behind closed doors.

Boost your date nights.  Head over to their website to get KinkCrate delivered right to your door.

Weekend Excerpt–LOST & BOUND

All through the month of June, I’m celebrating the 2nd anniversary of the publication of LUKE & BELLA, Dream Dominant Book 1.  All month, both Dream Dominant novels, LUKE & BELLA and LOST & BOUND are on sale for just .99 each!

For this week’s excerpt, I’m giving you a teaser from LOST & BOUND.  But first, let me tell you a little about the story.

Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.

When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks. There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.

Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that. He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.

Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?

Lost & Bound is Book 2 of the Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship. It is intended for mature audiences.

Sound interesting?  Read a snippet from LOST & BOUND.

When they entered the Blue Moon Café, every head turned.  Rather than taking his usual seat at the counter, Blake led Shasta to a window table in the corner.  He seated her opposite himself as he sat with his back to the wall.

A waitress in a blue uniform greeted them with menus and glasses of water, and left them to decide on their lunch order.  “What looks good to you?” Blake asked.  “You should know, they make killer milkshakes.”  He grinned at her.

“Milkshakes?” she laughed.  “I haven’t had a milkshake in…forever.  I’m always in training for one role or another.”

He arched an eyebrow.  “You aren’t in training now.  You want a milkshake, don’t you?  Aw, come on.”  His face was mischievous.

“I don’t know…”

“Mm-hmm, let’s see.  Vanilla?”  He laughed.  “No way, my kitten’s not vanilla.  How about mint chocolate chip?”

Shasta chewed her lower lip as she tried to suppress a smile.

“Ha, mint chocolate chip it is!”  Blake smiled happily.  “I’ll order for you, kitten.  I like to do that.  I’ll get to know your tastes and make the choices, but for now, help me out a little.”

She giggled.  “Well, I guess a milkshake really doesn’t go with a salad.”

“Nope, I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of provincial law against milkshakes and salads being paired up.  I’m thinking a nice burger with fries.  Or maybe onion rings?”

Shasta laughed again.  “You are so bad!”

His chuckle was dark.  “You have no idea.”

“I think I have some idea.”

He grinned at that, taking her hand and kissing it.  “You do have some idea.  But I’ll keep you guessing.”

A different waitress approached their table.  “Hi, Blake.  Why are you way over here today?”  It was Donna, the flirt who worked the counter.

“We’re having a nice quiet lunch today.  Donna, this is Amy.  Amy, meet Donna.”  Blake watched the waitress’s eyes narrow.

“It’s nice to meet you, Donna,” Shasta murmured.

Donna just stared at her.

“Okay, we know what we’d like,” Blake plunged ahead.  “The lady will take a burger, well done, with provolone cheese, a side of onion rings, and a mint chocolate chip milkshake.  Make my cheese cheddar, a side of fries, and a chocolate fudge shake.”

Donna’s eyes flitted from Shasta to Blake and back again.  Shasta narrowed her eyes and leaned forward on the table, frowning.  The waitress hesitated for a moment longer, then turned and rushed away from the table.

“Don’t try to stare me down, bitch, because I will win every time,” Shasta muttered.

“Hey!”  Blake’s voice was low but stern.

“You saw her.  I don’t put up with that.”  She sat back and crossed her arms in front of her.

“She’s just jealous.  Donna flirts with me when I come in here.  I’ve never brought a woman in here before.”  Blake leaned across the table.  “She couldn’t be my kitten.  She’s not nearly strong enough.”

Reluctantly, Shasta smiled.  “No?  She’s not strong enough?”  She chewed her bottom lip again.  “And you think I am?”

“I know you are.”

Shasta giggled happily.  When their food arrived a short time later, it was brought by a different waitress.  Shasta groaned when she took her first sip of milkshake.  “Oh, my god, this is amazing!”

“Who’s your Daddy?” Blake laughed.

Shasta laughed, too.  They enjoyed their food without conversation for a few minutes.

“I appreciate you being willing to do the blood tests.  It’s just not safe to forego those.”

“I understand.”

He looked down.  “I’ve been with my fair share of women.  I’m a member of a club in Toronto.  Getting tested on a regular basis is required.  You really never know who will be there.  It’s rare to play with the same submissive more than once.”

“Submissive?  It’s a BDSM club?”  Her eyes were wide.

Blake nodded.  “You can imagine how difficult it is to find play partners out here in the boondocks.  The club makes it easy—everybody is there for the same reason.”

“So you…slept with…a lot of different girls?”

“We played, kitten.  Kind of like what you and I did last night.”

Shasta absorbed this information.  “Before you, I was with three other guys ever.”  He was watching her intently so she continued.  “I was sixteen when I lost my virginity to Jamie Duncan.”

“The pop singer?”  He leaned forward on his elbows.

Shasta nodded miserably.  “That was such a stupid idea.  I thought I knew everything.  Then, I dated Chip Felder, the guy from that crime show?  We were together for a little over a year.”  She sighed.  “And then, of course, there was Jeremy.”

“Do you ever go out with regular guys?”  His eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“I don’t meet regular guys.”

“Lucky me.”

“You’re not regular.”  She looked at him meaningfully.

Blake looked down at the table and laughed.  “No, I suppose not.”

They finished their lunch and paid the tab, heading out into the bright sunlight.  Blake regarded her curiously.  “I want to take you one more place before we head home.”

Rather than heading to the car, he led her in the opposite direction to the door of Kink Ink.  “Are we getting a tattoo?” she wondered.

“Not today, but I’m not ruling it out for later.  I want you to meet someone.”  He held open the door for her.

The shop was empty when they walked in, bell over the door tinkling to announce their presence.  Shasta wandered over to study the tattoo samples on the wall, poring over the vast array of colors and shapes.  Blake settled, leaning against the glass case.  They heard a female voice from behind the black curtain separating the front space from the back.  “Coming!”

The curtain flipped open, and a disparate couple emerged, petite goth princess and mountainous First Nation god, both with jet black hair and covered with tattoos of all shapes, sizes, and colors.  “Blake!  You’re back so soon!” the woman cried.  “What’s…”  She stopped at the sight of Shasta.

Blake grinned.  “Eve, Sam,” he gestured toward Shasta, “I’d like you to meet Amy.  Amy, this is Eve and Sam.”

Shyly, Shasta made her way to Blake and grasped his hand.  “Hi, nice to meet you,” she smiled.

Both Eve and Sam blinked, unspeaking.  Finally, Sam found his voice.  “It’s nice to meet you, Amy,” he nodded.  “Welcome to the shop.”

She smiled demurely.  “Thank you.  It’s very nice.”

Eve was still blinking and shifting her gaze between Shasta and Blake.  Blake chuckled.  “We’d like to browse in back.”

“Uh, sure,” Eve finally said, “come on back.”

Blake winked at Shasta and, still holding her hand, followed Eve through the curtain toward the back of the shop.  Eve swung open the door and gestured like a gameshow model.  “Here you go, knock yourselves out.  Let me know if I can help you find something.”

“Thank you,” Shasta murmured.  Stepping into the room, she gazed around at the displays, eyes widening as understanding began to dawn on her.  “What is this place?”

Blake pulled her to himself, lightly kissing her temple.  “Eve and Sam run the tattoo shop but they also do kick-ass business online selling kink gear.  They keep a little of it back here for local customers.”

“You mean they know about you being a Dom and all?”

“Of course.  It’s no big deal to them.  Eve’s a Domme, too.  Sam is her sub.”

Shasta’s mouth dropped open.  “No!”

He had to laugh.  “Yes.  Although they have more of a ‘Master/slave’ kind of thing.”

“But he’s huge!  And she’s so tiny.  How does that work?”

“It’s not about size, kitten.  It’s about who you really are, in your soul.  As big as he is, Sam is a submissive soul.  Although, he’s a switch.  He can Dom when they play with a third.”

“A third,” she echoed softly.  She fixed him with a desperate look.  “Would we ever have a third?”

He shook his head.  “No, kitten, I’m pretty sure you’re all I can handle.”

“Well, good.  I wouldn’t want to share,” she said definitely, crossing her arms.

He pulled her to himself and kissed her tenderly.  “I would never share you, kitten.  Rest assured.”

He released her and watched as Shasta reached to touch a silver chain collar hanging on a hook.  She pivoted her face toward him.  “Is this where you got the pink cuffs?”

He nodded.  “Mm-hmm, and the mask and the paddle.  I thought maybe we could pick out another couple of things to take home with us today.”

A slow smile spread across Shasta’s face.  “Really?” she giggled.

“Really.  How about you look around and see what strikes your fancy?  I’m going to go talk to Eve and Sam for a few minutes.  When I come back, I want you to have something picked out.”

Shasta glanced around the room.  “Anything?”

“I want you to pick something you think will please me.”  He watched her thoughtfully.

“Something that will please you…”

“I’ll be back,” he said over his shoulder as he left to find his friends.

Sam and Eve were huddled over the glass counter in the front of the shop when Blake emerged through the black curtain.  “So what gives?” Eve demanded.  “That’s Shasta-fucking-Pyke!”

“Yeah, man, I’d know her anywhere.  Two Days Until Sunrise?  I saw that movie three times,” Sam added.

Blake shrugged uncomfortably.  “Her real name is Amy Malone.  And she’s staying at the lodge for a few weeks.”

“Which is why you’re closed, isn’t it?” Eve added.

He nodded.  “Which is why we’re closed.  It’s very hush-hush.  I know I can count on you to keep it quiet.”

“But why is she here?” Sam wondered.

“It has to do with some trouble back in California.  She’s just getting a little R&R.”

Eve laughed.  “And a little BDSM while she’s at it.”

Blake blushed slightly.  “That just…”  He trailed off, shaking his head.  “One minute she’s throwing rocks at me, the next thing I know, I’m kissing her.  She’s amazing, really, and a born baby girl submissive, there’s no doubt in my mind.”  He gazed out the window of the shop.  “It doesn’t feel casual to me.  I think I’m really falling for her.”

“Good for you, man.”  Sam clapped a giant hand on Blake’s shoulder.  “It’s about time you found the right one.”

“How about I go check in on your kitten?” Eve offered.

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Weekend Excerpt–LUKE & BELLA Anniversary Celebration

luke-bella-updated-coverLUKE & BELLA was first published two years ago this week.  In celebration, this week’s excerpt is from that book, the first of the Dream Dominant Collection.  Wondering what it’s about?

Television journalist Bella Grant lands the job of a lifetime–travel the world and create a new television travel program.  She’s been paired up with co-producer and cameraman Luke McGillicutty, who’s been coaxed out of premature retirement with the promise of creative freedom and the chance to work with a gorgeous redhead.

Visiting exotic cities, staying in luxurious hotels…  Is it any wonder that the two fall in love?  But Luke hasn’t been completely honest with Bella.  He’s Dominant.  What’s more, he believes she’s the perfect submissive.

If he tells her the truth, he could lose her forever.  On the other hand, can he risk the chance that they could have it all?

Here’s a new excerpt from LUKE & BELLA.

They walked the two blocks to McTavish’s.  Holding open the door as he allowed Bella to precede him into the pub, Luke instinctively placed his hand on the small of her back and at once felt a charge of electricity.  He looked at her curiously, wondering if she felt it as well.

Bella appreciated Luke’s old-school manners.  Who says chivalry is dead? she asked herself, smiling.  She didn’t at all mind that he held the door for her as they entered the pub. It was funny, though.  As she passed him in the doorway, his hand grazed her back innocently enough, but she felt a shiver that went from her head to her toes.  Focus, girlfriend, on the task at hand.

Glancing around, she saw that the interior was all dark wood and looked like a classic pub.  Bella noted that the crowd seemed local.  They were headed toward the bar when they heard a roar.

“Luke mother-fucking McGillicutty!  You son of a bitch!”  Luke moved toward the source of the roar, a tall man with shaggy grey hair, warm brown eyes, and huge smile.  The two men embraced then stepped back to shake hands.

“How are you Nevin?” Luke laughed.

“I’m grand, Luke, very well,” said Nevin, but his eyes were on Bella.  “Terribly sorry for my foul language,” he apologized, bowing.  “Who is this lovely lady?”

Bella stepped forward, hand out and offering her best smile.  “Hello!  I’m Bella Grant.  I’ve heard so much about you.”

Nevin ignored her hand and instead wrapped her in a huge bear hug.

“Nevin, Bella.  Bella, Nevin,” Luke smirked.

“Bella, it’s lovely to meet you.  What in bloody hell are you doing with this loser arsehole?” he demanded.  “Come, sit, drink,” he said, leading them to the bar.

“Um, actually, we work together,” Bella replied, a bit overwhelmed for once in her life.  She observed, with a smile, that the foul language was back.

Luke noticed she did not dispute his status as a loser or an arsehole, but followed the two of them anyway.

“How do you and Luke know each other?” Bella asked.  Nevin launched into the story of how they met during a joint exercise back in their special ops days.

“Haven’t seen him since he was here covering that horrible explosion about five years ago,” Nevin finished solemnly.

Bella looked questioningly at Luke.  “Yeah, that time that whole block went up in a natural gas explosion,” he muttered.  “I was in London and they sent me here.”  He blinked his eyes trying to unsee what he’d seen.

“How is it we came to Edinburgh and you didn’t mention that?” Bella asked quietly.  Luke ignored the question.  She looked at him, wondering.

Nevin immediately moved behind the bar and asked what he could pour her.

“I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine,” Bella replied.

“Aren’t you going to take my order?”  Luke asked.

“I know your poison,” Nevin laughed, and poured Luke a glass of Three Labels Scotch.

Pointing at the bottle, Luke told Bella, “This is it.  This is Nevin’s family label.”

“Really?” asked Bella.  “I’d try it, but I’d rather get my work done first.”

“So, Nevin, we’d like to shoot your place then have a chat with you.  Would that be okay?” Luke proposed.

“Of course, especially if that is the desire of the lovely Miss Bella,” charmed Nevin.

She giggled in spite of herself.  “Yes, please,” she answered.

“It’s settled then.  And McGillicutty, be sure to get my good side,” joked Nevin.

Bella set about ignoring Luke as he worked his camera and she engaged Nevin in conversation, which was very easy since clearly Nevin liked to talk.  They discussed the pub and the clientele.  Her first impression had been correct—most of the patrons were locals.  Nevin spoke lovingly about the pub and the business.  Bella asked Nevin to talk about how life in Edinburgh had changed over the years.

When he’d finished, she changed the subject.  “I’d love to visit the distillery.  Would that be possible?” she asked.

“Of course, we’d love to have you,” was Nevin’s warm reply.

Bella looked at Luke.  “I think we’ve got it,” she said.

“Yep, looks good,” Luke agreed.

“So is work done, then?  Let me give you the best table in the house and the serious drinking can commence,” said Nevin, grinning gleefully.  He led them to a high top table next to the back wall with a view of the entire pub.  Luke and Bella sat across from each other while Nevin disappeared.

“That was good,” Luke said.

She smiled at him.  “I think it went well, too.”

Nevin returned with a new bottle of Three Labels and three glasses.  He proceeded to pour them each a shot.  They all lifted their glasses and Nevin toasted, “To friends!”  They all tossed back the Scotch.

Bella coughed a little and the men laughed.

“That’ll put hair on your chest,” Nevin grinned.

Luke’s eyes immediately went to her cleavage which was fully on display in the deeply v-cut black sweater.  “Careful, Cowboy,” Luke whispered to himself.  Bella glanced at him, unsure she’d heard him clearly.

“Well, friends, I need to take care of my customers.  I’ll stop by later to see how you’re doing.”  They watched him move away greeting people like long lost family.

“He’s quite the force of nature, isn’t he?” Bella commented.

“Yeah, he’s good people,” Luke replied.  He poured himself a second shot and offered one to Bella, not expecting her to take it and surprised when she did.  He tossed his back and watched her do the same, without coughing this time.

“You didn’t tell me you’d worked here before.  I’m wondering why,” Bella said, looking at him intensely.

“It’s not a very good memory, actually.  Not one I like to discuss,” he replied, pouring for himself again. She still had him fixed with that fierce gaze and he realized she wasn’t going to let the matter drop.

Luke sighed.  “What do you want me to say, Bella?  I’ve seen a lot of shit in my time.  The explosion here?  It was bad.  Took them three days to put out the fire.  Debris was scattered for two miles in every direction.  They found charred body parts…” he trailed off.

“You still have nightmares.”  It was not a question.

He set his mouth in a grim line, finished with the topic.

“Well, we’re interviewing a survivor of that fire tomorrow at 10:30,” she countered, and poured herself another shot.

“That’s our appointment tomorrow?” he asked.

Bella nodded.  “Are you going to be alright with that?”

“Sure, no worries,” he replied, draining his shot.  She tossed back hers as well, looking him straight in the eye.  He watched her but didn’t say anything.  She had to be feeling that Scotch by now.

He poured again for himself and she pointed to her glass.   Somebody has a competitive streak, he thought.  He poured for her as well, but questioned the wisdom of doing so.

A server approached their table balancing a small tray carrying a single glass of white wine.  “This is for the lady from the gentleman at the bar,” she said.  Luke looked toward the bar and saw a short young man standing at the bar staring at Bella.

“Tell the gentleman the lady says No, thank you,” Luke growled, surprising Bella.

“Oy, pal, Nevin says the lady isn’t with anybody,” called the man at the bar.

“Clearly, she’s with me,” Luke countered, and started to get up.  Nevin rushed in to diffuse the situation, offering a free drink to the man at the bar and shooting an amused glance at Luke.

Draining her fourth shot, Bella commented, loudly, “Clearly, McDude isn’t paying attention.  We’re drinking Scotch over here.”  She dissolved into giggles.

“Alright, Princess.  Let’s get you back to the hotel,” said Luke, protectively.  He helped her to her feet and they moved toward the bar.  “See you tomorrow, Nevin.  Around 2:00?” Luke said.

“2:00 it is,” Nevin replied.  Bella waved goodbye and turned unsteadily toward the door.  Nevin winked at Luke and turned back to his customers.

Luke steadied Bella as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.  She waved him away.  “I’ve got this,” she said stubbornly.

“Okay, you’ve got this.  I’ll just help a little,” he smiled.  They made it back to the hotel and up to the suite.  He led her into the bedroom.

“Come on, Princess.  We’ll get you into bed.”  He sat her on the side of the bed and helped her off with her shoes.

“Arms up,” he said, and pulled the sweater off over her head.  She was wearing the same bra from earlier.  He felt part of him stiffen.

“Okay, now lie back,” he said gently, and slid off the gray skirt.  Her panties matched the bra.  Of course they do, he thought, mentally rolling his eyes.

Pulling up the covers he leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead.  “Good night, Princess,” he whispered.

“Luke,” she called quietly.

He bent over her.  “What?”

She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily, probing his mouth with her tongue.  Abandoning his resolve, he kissed her back for a long moment before reluctantly pulling himself away.

Sighing deeply, he brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and placed it next to the bed.  “See you in the morning,” he whispered before retiring to the couch for the night.

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Weekend Excerpt–LOST & BOUND

lost-bound-cover-jpegIn LOST & BOUND, spoiled Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke is sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario for a few weeks after getting into trouble with the law.  It’s there that she meets mountain man Blake Walker, a former wilderness counselor and current bush pilot who’s helping run his family’s remote guest lodge.

Sparks fly almost immediately, but not the romantic kind.  Shasta behaves like an entitled brat, and Blake’s only too happy to stay out of her way.  But there’s something about her petulance that appeals to his Daddy Dom nature.

Could she be the baby girl he’s been looking for?  And is there any way she’d ever agree to be his?

Here’s an excerpt from LOST & BOUND.

Blake had heard the car pull up.  He dawdled, swiping at imaginary smudges on the passenger door of the de Havilland Beaver that rested at the end of the dock.  He had no desire to get caught up in whatever celebrity fanfare accompanied their new guest’s arrival.

The voices faded after everyone went inside and still Blake waited a few minutes longer before making his way back up the dock toward the front of the lodge.  He was surprised to see a young woman standing alone in the clearing in the center of the cabins.  Her back was to him and he took a moment to watch her.

His first impression was that she was sexy as hell.  Her shoulder-length hair was bright red, and expensive-looking sunglasses sat perched on top of her head.  She was wearing a white halter blouse with a very short black skirt.  Her high-heeled shoes were bright pink suede and they wobbled precariously as she marched around holding her mobile phone in front of her like a divining rod.

When he told her about the lack of signal, she whipped around, giving him a glare that would freeze lava.  Fine, lady, have it your way, he thought.

Thankfully, Jackie came out with a smarmy-looking older guy in an expensive Italian suit.  Blake busied himself retrieving a mountain of bags from the trunk of the black Lincoln.  He noticed that the guest of honor grabbed the suit’s arm and pulled him off to the side for a little chat.  He wondered if her tone was any friendlier with him, and he figured that it wasn’t.

He’d just finished loading all the bags into the front of the red aluminum skiff when Pink Shoes came tapping down the dock.  His gaze started at the shoes and slid up shapely legs to the tight skirt and curved hips.  The deep V in the halter top hinted at stellar tits and her lips were a deep red.  She wore too much makeup in his estimation, but there was no denying that Shasta Pyke was hot.

“Are you ready to head over to the island?”

He watched her grip her huge black leather shoulder bag, hiking it higher up on her bare shoulder.  “Um, yes, please.”

Blake wasn’t sure, but she seemed embarrassed by her earlier behavior.  He offered her his hand and she took it, gingerly stepping into the boat.  She sat on the center bench, facing forward, away from him, and clutching her bag like it was a life preserver.


They didn’t speak during the ten-minute ride across the water to the small island in the middle of Lake Miranda.  It would have been difficult over the roar of the small outboard motor, even had she been facing him.

Blake expertly angled the small boat to rest beside the tiny dock and killed the motor, tying off his end before jumping out and tying the front end as well.  Then he again offered his hand, helping Shasta climb out of the boat and onto the dock.

She stood taking in the view as he unloaded her things.  The lodge was visible across the water, seemingly closer than it actually was, judging by the ten-minute ride.  If she hadn’t been in such a foul mood, she would have found the place beautiful.  The only sound she could hear was the wind in the tops of the countless pine trees covering the island.  It would be a short climb up to the crest of the island where a log cabin sat.  She could see a stone-surrounded fire pit flanked by a quartet of dark green wooden Adirondack chairs and further away, stretched between two large pines, was a white canvas hammock.

When all her things were on the dock, Blake turned to her.  “Let me take you to the cabin.  There are a few things I need to show you.”

He took off up the hill and Shasta teetered along behind him, carefully avoiding large rocks that were in the way.  “Are you making it?” he called over his shoulder.

“I’ve got this, don’t worry about me,” she muttered.

Blake turned away and grinned to himself.  He was waiting for her when she finally made it up the hill.  “I hope you brought other shoes.”

Out of breath, Shasta put her hands on her hips and nodded.

He unlocked the door and held it open for her to enter the cabin.  She stepped into an open room featuring a seating area in front of a fireplace immediately to her right.  Further into the room, a kitchen was arranged in the back left quarter of the space with a cast iron stove on the back wall and a kitchen table pushed against the right wall down from the fireplace.  Between the fireplace and the kitchen table was a small desk that held some sort of radio equipment.  Shasta peered into an alcove to her left and saw that it was a tiny bedroom.

“Now,” Blake was saying, “the lights run on propane.  You turn this little lever and you can light them with a lighter.  The fridge and the cooktop also run on propane.  Same thing, you turn the knob and then light it with the lighter.  I already lit the pilot on the fridge and it should be fine.”  He indicated a small metal box beneath the kitchen counter.

Wordlessly, Shasta followed him around the room, trying to take in all his instructions.  “Now if you want to bake, or if you’re just cold, you can build a fire in the stove.”  He showed her where to put the wood.  “And there’s always the fireplace.  Wood is stacked outside against the back of the cabin.  I can always bring you more, too.”

He waved at the few kitchen cabinets.  “We’ve stocked the cabinets and the refrigerator but if you need anything, just let me know.”  He headed for the door.  “Water comes from a spring near the front of the island.”

“Wait.  What?”

“Water.  You know, to drink?”

Desperately, Shasta searched the room, making a beeline to the sink.  Instead of a faucet, there was a green-painted old-fashioned hand pump.  She worked the handle a few times and a spurt of water came out.  She looked back to him, bewildered.

“Well, you can’t drink that.  Not without boiling it for about ten minutes.  It comes straight out of the lake.  Use it for dishes and things.  You can drink the spring water right out of the ground.”

“Wait a second.  Where’s the bathroom?”

“I was just going to show you.  Follow me.”

Blake headed out the door and Shasta followed along behind him.  He turned down the right side of the cabin, following a narrow trail through the trees.  Shortly, the path opened onto a small clearing and to the right of the clearing was a tiny log structure.  “Here’s your bathroom,” he pointed.

She began to shake her head.  “Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” she murmured.  “There must be some mistake.  I don’t do outhouses.  Does Eddie know about this?” she demanded.

“Who’s Eddie?” Blake returned, picturing the smarmy suit guy.

“No.  Absolutely not.  This is completely unacceptable.  Besides,” she breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure, “where is the shower?”

“Well, some guests bathe in the lake.”  He took in her incredulous expression and continued.  “On the other hand, we do have a solar shower.  I’ll show you.”

Shasta followed him down the other side of the cabin, to the place where the tiny bedroom jutting out from the main cabin made a little sheltered corner.  A post was situated in the corner with a pulley rigged to the top.

“This is a solar shower.”  Blake held up a large flat rectangular vinyl pouch that was clear on one side and black on the other.  The clear side had a large round valve and there was a handle on one end.  The other end had clear tubing attached and at the end of the tubing was a tiny shower head.

“You fill this up with water, seal the valve, and lay it out in the sun.  The dock is a good place.”  He watched as Shasta held her forehead with the palm of one hand, gaping at him in disbelief.  “Anyway, when you’re ready for a shower, you hang it up here,” he indicated the pulley, “and just shower away.  The spruce trees right here make for privacy, although you shouldn’t have any folks out on the lake, seeing as how you’ve rented out the whole place.”

Wordlessly, Shasta turned and hobbled back to the front of the cabin, sinking into one of the Adirondack chairs.  Blake followed, hands in his pockets, uncertain whether or not to continue the tour.  She glanced up at him, deciding to change tacks.

“Listen,” she smoothed, “we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”  She pasted on her dazzling Shasta Pyke smile.  “Obviously, there’s been some kind of mistake.”  Standing, she approached him, pushing her glasses back up onto her head and fixing him with soft brown eyes.

“Here’s the thing.”  She reached out to stroke his arm, biting her lower lip provocatively.  “I can’t stay here.  And you don’t want me here, not really.  The place is already paid for.  Just,” she stepped closer, brushing her breasts against his arm, “maybe you could drive me someplace where I can get a cab or an Uber or something, and I’ll be out of your hair.”  She wrinkled her nose and winked.  “What do you say?”

A slow smile spread across Blake’s face.  “What do I say?”  He laughed lightly, shaking head.  “I say, you’re a piece of work, lady.”  With that, he turned.  “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Wait!” she shouted after him.  “You can’t just leave me here!”

He waved over his head and didn’t turn around.

“Come back here!  You come back here right now!”

Wordlessly, he cast off from the dock and pushed the boat away from the shallow water.

“What about my bags?  They need to be taken to the cabin!”

“And it will be dark soon.  So you might want to get on that,” Blake chuckled.

Shasta was on the dock by now and she stomped her foot, fists balled at her sides.  “Do you know who I am?” she screamed.

“You look to me like a little brat who needs her ass tanned,” he fired back.

She shrieked unintelligibly and threw a rock at the boat.  She missed by a mile and the rock plonked harmlessly into the water.

Blake laughed again, started the engine, and headed back to the lodge.

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Weekend Excerpt–Dream Dominant Book 1, LUKE & BELLA

luke-bella-updated-coverLUKE & 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.

“No, Sir.”

“So you would agree that you have earned punishment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“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.

“One.”

He smacked her two more times.

“Two, three.”

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.

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