Three Dark Hours

by Maggie Carpenter

  It’s coming true, everything is coming true, but before she could take her thought any further he had stopped spanking, and was fondling away the sting. Her focus shifted to his soothing caress, but when he parted her cheeks, and something cool and wet touched her forbidden hole, she jerked away.

  “Do I need to spank you some more?” he asked running his hand over her scorched behind.

  “No, Sir,” she squeaked.

  “I told you, relax and trust me,” he said tenderly. “Accept it, I promise you’ll be glad of it very soon.”

  “I’ll try,” she mewed.

  Landing two swift slaps, he pulled her left cheek aside a second time, and touching the thin, lubricated dildo against its target he pressed it gently forward.

  “Oooh, Sir,” she groaned, “it feels so strange.”

  “I know, take a deep breath and relax, bear down and let it in.”

  The heat traveled across her face as she felt it slither inside, but a moment later he was behind her, his cock sliding home; she bucked back, and as he began to thrust all she felt was undiluted pleasure.

  Seeing her well-spanked bottom, the dildo buried between her cheeks, and hearing her squeals and gasps of pleasure, Brad succumbed to his fever, pummeling her pussy with gusto. He had been teasing and toying with her for almost an hour, and relishing her sweet succulence his cock was filled with joy.

  He slowed his tempo, and leaning across her torso he reached under her chest, his hands seeking out her luscious breasts. Her moan of gratitude wafted around him, but a moment later the moan became a gasp of pain as he tweaked her nipple, and moving his fingers back and forth, from one tit to the other, his cock buried and the dildo impaled, her moans and gasps collided and became loud cries of yearning.

  “Oh, Sir, please fuck me some more, please.”

  “You’re tits are so glorious,” he purred kissing her ear, “one night I’m going to focus on nothing but them. I’m going to spank them, and suckle them, and bite them, and squeeze them, for a very long time.”

  His ribald promise sent a wave of fresh heat through her sex, and feeling her soft pulsing he rose up, slapped her lightly, then clutching her hips began stroking with solid, deliberate thrusts.

  “S-Sir,” she stammered, “Sir, I can f-feel it, it’s so b-big.”

  A part of him wanted to tell her to wait, he wanted to slow down one more time, but his cock was aching to burst.

  “Come for me,” he growled.

  With an urgent need he gazed down at her, captivated by the sudden tightening of her body and the culmination of their decadent night. Her moans were filled with passion, and when she gasped, her fingers clenching into fists, he joyfully watched her surrender to the shuddering release, and unable to hold back his powerful orgasm he groaned loudly, yielding to the heavy convulsions.

  A short time later, clinging to him and breathless, she nuzzled her head into the crook of his shoulder

  “Brad?”

  “Yes, Isobel, my sweet, lovely girl?”

  “I’ve been wanting to ask you something for the longest time,” she murmured.

  “What’s that?”

  “Your cologne. I can’t place it and it’s been driving me crazy, what is it?”

  “Of course you can’t place it,” he chuckled, “it was created for me by a true perfumer in Paris, and Isobel, I would love to take you there and have him design a perfume just for you.”

  “Really? That’s about the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” she sighed, then closing her eyes, feeling the deep, satisfying exhaustion, she added, “how could anyone survive three hours? What was I thinking when I wrote that?”

  “One day you will,” he smiled, “you have to work up to it.”

  “Seriously?” she sighed. “Like training for something?”

  “Exactly,” he yawned.

  “Wow, that sounds like fun,” she softly giggled.

  “It will be,” he promised, “and I think, when you finish your novel that’s how we’ll celebrate. What better way to mark the launch day of Three Dark Hours than to live it.”

  EPILOGUE

  As he’d promised, Isobel frequently found herself sitting on a sore bottom during the writing of her book. Brad was loving and immensely supportive, making sure she had everything she needed to get the job done, but that included his weekly spanking to keep her focused, and the addition of the paddle if she slacked off. She quickly learned he wouldn’t tolerate laziness, and she was amazed how he knew when her reasons for not reaching her goal were genuine, and when she was simply being recalcitrant.

  The hero of her book, Dylan Douglas, had milk chocolate eyes and sandy hair. He wasn’t terribly tall, nor did he have dimples and a cheshire cat smile. Dylan was human, a man of substance, a man who revered women and saw their submission as a precious, fragile jewel.

  As the weeks ticked by she was puzzled by only one thing; except for a couple of evenings at the very beginning of their relationship, Brad hadn’t invited her to join him at his place. He claimed it was because she needed to be near her ‘working space’ as he termed it, so if she got an inspiration in the middle of the night she could wander to her desk and write.

  “When you’re finished you’ll be summoned to my home on a regular basis,” he’d promised.

  He named his new division, Midnight Hour Books, but he gave Isobel all the credit. He’d had the inspiration when she’d told him midnight was usually the time she would buy the wicked titles online.

  The day of publication finally arrived. Three Dark Hours was out in the world, and Isobel was honored by Brader, Brader and Coombs at an exciting launch party in an upscale restaurant. The champagne was flowing, speeches were made, and as the evening began to wind down Brad took her by the elbow and led her to a corner.

  “So, my star author, how do you feel?”

  “It’s beyond words. It’s so thrilling. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you. I know the book wouldn’t be anywhere near as good if you hadn’t helped me,” she beamed.

  “Nonsense. It might have taken you longer,” he chuckled, recalling the times he’d had to spank her for not knuckling down, “but the rest of it is all you. I’m going to whisk you back to my place now, for our own, special celebration.”

  “Really? Your place?” she grinned, “and here I thought you lived in a pup tent in the park.”

  “Careful,” he winked, “you don’t want me swatting you in front of your adoring hordes do you?”

  “What? No, I most certainly do not,” she declared.

  “Then behave,” he chuckled, “or I just might.”

  “I will, I promise, at least until we get home,” she giggled.

  “You’re impossible,” he smiled shaking his head. “Now listen, I’ve already told the people that matter that I’m sneaking you out, so grab your coat and let’s go.”

  “Oh, shoot, my coat, I’m glad you reminded me,” she said hastily. “I left it at the table.”

  “Some things never change,” he grinned as he followed her across the room.

  A short time later the limousine pulled up outside his house. He had the lights on a timer, so the porch light was illuminating the front door, and the lamps inside by the window suggested someone was home; the house glowed with a warm welcome.

  “I haven’t been here in so long,” she remarked as he led her up the cobblestone path. “It’s such a beautiful place.”

  “Thank you, and I hope you’ll be spending a great deal of time here now,” he said tenderly, giving her hand a squeeze that sent her butterflies to dance.

  Walking her inside and through to the kitchen he stopped at the island, and turning her around he placed his hands on either side of her face, bringing his lips to hers. Kissing her warmly, then fervently, he moved his moist mouth to engulf hers, sending his tongue gently forward; her arms lifted, encircling his neck, and she pressed against him as her body and heart responded.

  “This is for you,” he said soft
ly as they broke apart, “for us. It’s why you haven’t been allowed to come over.”

  “I don’t understand,” she frowned.

  “You will,” he smiled, and moving her a few feet to a door at the back of the kitchen, he pulled a key from his pocket and slipped it in the lock. As he pushed the door open a light came on automatically, and she found herself staring at a flight of stairs.

  “Is this your cellar?” she asked moving slowly down the thickly carpeted steps.

  “It used to be,” he replied following her.

  He watched her as she stopped on the small landing; she paused, staring into the dimly lit space, then caught her breath.

  “Oh...my...gosh!” she breathed.

  Laid out in front of her was a fully equipped dungeon, complete with a four poster bed, folds of chiffon fabric floating around it like billowing clouds; moving next to her he took her hand and led her the rest of the way.

  “There have been endless workers here, and when they were finished I was busy unpacking crates,” he said softly. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I moved in and never got around to it...but then there was you, and...well...”

  “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

  “Do you think you’re ready for three dark hours?” he smiled pulling her into his arms.

  “I don’t know, but I’m definitely ready to find out.”

  Maggie Carpenter

  Who Is Maggie Carpenter? Most of the time when you read About The Author, you discover said author has three dogs, two cats and a turtle named Harley, lives in Oregon and likes to hike with her husband of five years. Generally, the piece is written in the third person. I have no quarrel with such an expose; it's just not for me. If you are reading this, I'm going to assume you really do want to know about me, and I want to give you that, from me, personally and sincerely, so here you go.

  I write about the Dominant/submissive dynamic because I am a submissive, and having experienced the thrills and spills that D/s romance offers, I don't just feel eminently qualified to do so, but I am truly, deeply and wholly passionate about it. Every second of every day it's on my mind and in my heart, which, by the way, has been shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, and made shining and whole and filled with joy. Such are the highs and lows Dominance and submission can bring.

  Having tried and failed with vanilla relationships during which I was constantly frustrated and unfulfilled, I came to an understanding and acceptance that vanilla simply doesn't work for me. If you read my blog, you can learn more about the addiction to this lifestyle and while every interaction is unique and based on the wants and needs of the individuals involved, they each share one truism. The submissive wants and needs the romantic domination of her man, and the Dominant wants and needs the gift of submission his girl offers.

  Visit her website here:

  www.maggiecarpenter.com

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  http://maggiecarpenterdotcom.wordpress.com

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  RAVE REVIEWS FOR

  MAGGIE CARPENTER

  THE HOURGLASS

  Review: Carol S.

  The magic Ms. Carpenter weaved throughout the story was fantastic. The tempo she set was just right and nothing was forced. Do you believe in magic? You will when you're finished reading Michael and Beth's story.

  THE COWBOY’S RULES: 2

  Review: Dimples

  What an entertaining story. The people were great, the dog fantastic. Please write a continuing story. A very happy read. Loved every page.

  THE COWBOY’S SECRET

  Review: Love’s Kitten

  No one writes sex scenes like Maggie Carpenter! I've said it before and I will keep saying it so long as she keeps writing these smokin' hot page turners! You will be drawn in by the storyline that is fast paced and imaginative, and the sex scenes will make you weep with wanting. Trust me. A MUST read, perfect for the beach or a cold, rainy day!

  A PROMISE OF PASSION

  Reviewer: James

  From the first word, I was spellbound by Maggie Carpenter's wonderful tale. Her wonderful story flows beautifully and you will fall in love with her characters, because they truly come to life and leap off the pages! This book has everything you could want in a story: romance, an exciting plot and a handsome, dominant hero who will capture your heart. This book not only promises passion, it delivers!! A must read!

  THE COWBOY’S RULES

  Reviewer: Jule Kijek

  This was my first book by this author but it will NOT be my last. I liked that it was a full sized novel. Chad is a super hot cowboy looking to help out a friend. Cassie is a spoiled rich girl in desperate need of a spanking. Toss in horses, horse shows and a lovable dog named McTavish and you have a runaway hit. I just LOVED it. So worth the time and money!

  THE ROCK STAR AND THE COWGIRL

  Reviewer: JoJo Bear

  I'm a Maggie Carpenter fan, and I snatched this one up as soon as I saw it. NO disappointments here. Don't want to give any spoilers, but a naughty "good" girl gets what she deserves and so does a very naughty bad girl. Plenty of hot sex, hot spankings and lots of romance.

  THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR

  Reviewer: Desiree Holt

  As one who usually reads and writes heavy BDSM books, I found Maggie Carpenter's treatment light and refreshing. Simon, thank heavens, is NOT your usual stuffy, it's-all-about-me billionaires, but a human with doubts and insecurities along with his self confidence. And Belle Somers, well, you just want to give her a hug. The story is entertaining but the strength is in the characters. The author makes them come alive for you and they stay with you long after you turn the last page. A fun read I recommend for anyone who wants to escape with a glass of wine and a good book.

  THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR - ACT II

  Reviewer Paige Matthews

  This is another wonderful read by Ms. Carpenter and I full believe readers will love Simon as much as I did. I am eagerly waiting for the third act of their story and anticipating Simon's revenge. :) Want to find out what I am talking about? Pick up this read and find out!

  THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR - ACT III

  Reivew: Emily Tilton

  I'm going to level with you. I read D/s erotic romance for the D/s sex. Ms. Carpenter puts a great deal of plot and character around her D/s sex, and that stuff is solid, but I need to be honest and say that that's not why I'm reading a book by Maggie Carpenter. I'm reading a book by Maggie Carpenter because she writes the transition from sweet romance to D/s better than almost anyone else I know. She doesn't disappoint here: Belle (sweet submissive) and her sister Lucinda (brat) both go on D/s journeys with Simon (cultured billionaire) and Joseph (rough and tumble chauffeur) that provide plenty of hotness--especially (for my own taste) when Simon begins Belle's training. If you like young women under tables servicing the men they call "Sir," you'll love this book.

  THE SPANKING PSYCHIATRIST

  Reviewer CF

  Of all the dominant-submissive books I've read, this one is by far the most clever and the most captivating. The story is strong. It's not just words wrapped around spanking scenes. It's so believable, you can feel the emotions of the characters. And you'll never expect the ending! Dr. Montgomery is simply irresistible, too. If I could find his office, I'd make an appointment.

 

 

 
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