Her honey was flowing freely with her desire, and the tightness he intended to take was glimmering with it. All the better to ease his path. Moving above her, he licked up her belly and along the center line between her breasts. He claimed each hard nipple, teasing one with his fingers as he sucked the other deep in his mouth. He then moved up and kissed her, his hips aligning with hers, his cock naturally finding the hot wetness it sought. He plunged into her pussy first, drenching himself fully, getting himself ready as well as her.
When he pulled out, she whimpered at the loss. Leaning up on an arm, he hitched her legs higher, lifting her luscious bottom off the bed and giving him a clear path to her virginal opening. He guided his cock lower until the head found the tight pucker protecting her back entrance. He pressed into her slowly, watching as her eyes flew open, the vivid green more brilliant in her passion. They anxiously sought his out.
“Breathe and bear down. Let me in, dove.”
“A dove no longer,” she murmured expectantly.
“Here you are,” he said, sinking deeper, “after tonight, no longer.” He drew back only to move forward the next instant, sinking more deeply, pleased when a current of desire passed through her with a shudder. His thumb sought her bud in front, which had swollen and stood up tall from its slick hood. He tantalized it with circular motions and slow flicks back and forth.
“Master.” Her throaty cry came low from her throat and told him she was close. Always she reverted to slave and master when she was about to succumb. He had no qualms about that, a secret they shared amongst themselves. In truth, he was the one enslaved. She owned his heart fully, more so as she gave more of herself to him. Never denying him when he wanted to explore something new, a challenging position, a new spanking implement, and now fucking her tight little ass. He was enthralled with his little slave, as much as she said he had entranced her.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
“Don’t,” he urged as he surged deeper. “I want to feel you grip my cock as you come hard, sweetling.”
And she did, the very next instant, her muscles clamping around his shaft in a grip tighter than a fist, so hard it was almost painful, and more than he could take. He moved deeper, pumping in and out of her back channel until he erupted, filling her with hot splashes of his seed.
“By the saints, master,” she cried out, shuddering beneath him.
“I’ve got you,” he replied, with a breathless laugh of exhilaration despite having come hard. He pushed up, bracing his weight above her on his locked arms. “What do you think? Was it all that you fantasized about?”
“More,” she replied with a satisfied smile.
Still hard, he began moving in and out, still full of excited energy.
“Again?”
“Yes, however, this time, you get to ride.”
Without separating, he rolled, bringing her up on top. He guided her feet so that they straddled his hips and helped her balance above him. “Now take as much as you want, fast or slow, whatever you like. While you do that, I’ll play.”
She looked up at him, surprise clear in her beautiful face as she realized there was still vulnerability in her position.
“Yes, sweetling, in this position, with you impaled on my cock, I have free access to your breasts and delectable cunt, and can do with you whatever I like.” He lightly swatted the inside of her thigh. “Move on me. Tonight is doubly special, I finally get my cock in your ass, and for once, you get to fuck me.”
“Corbet—”
She began to protest his vulgarity, but then stopped, feeling his rod moving deeply within her. In the end, she said nothing else, allowing her head to fall back as she began to do exactly what he offered—she fucked him. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she bobbed up and down, taking him to the hilt in her tightness, and with rapid up and down strokes, she brought them both to another heart-pounding, body-shuddering, throat-growling climax.
Sometime later, they lay content in each other’s arms, still unable to sleep in their anticipation of the looming coronation.
“I’m so proud of you, husband. Never did I think when I entered Lancore as a slave, that someday I’d be its countess, let alone married to the man who bought me.”
“That was the wisest three thousand in silver I’ve ever spent, sweetling.”
“I still have nightmares of what my life would have been like if Glom had won the bid.”
“Fate is a fickle creature, though I have to believe that never would she have been so cruel.”
“She enjoys playing with us, but surely she is done. We’ve had more than our share of her twisted games.” She snuggled against his chest, combing her fingers through the light mat of brown curls on his chest.
“I agree. It’s someone else’s turn.” Winding a hand in her hair, he gave a gentle tug and tipped her face up to his. Whisper-soft, he kissed her lips.
Long moments later, he lifted his mouth enough to meet her gorgeous green eyes. “I love you, sweet siren.”
“And I love you, master. Despite how I arrived in your life, I’ll be forever grateful that I did.”
The End
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Marshal’s Law
When Janelle Prescott is thrown from her car as it careens off of a slippery road, she expects to wake up in a hospital. Instead, to her utter disbelief, she wakes up in a jail cell which looks like something from an old western movie set. It is there, hurt and alone, with no idea what happened or how she will get back home, that Janelle first meets Aaron Jackson. As she regains her wits, however, Janelle realizes that something is terribly amiss, and her worst fears are confirmed when she learns that Aaron is the marshal of Cheyenne County, Wyoming… and the year is 1878.
When an injured, apparently addle-headed woman falls into his lap, Aaron takes it upon himself to keep her safe and nurse her back to health. Truth be told, he is instantly attracted to her despite her sharp tongue and her bizarre story—a story which he is quickly forced by the evidence to accept as genuine. After Aaron takes her under his wing and into his family’s home, the two clash frequently, but Aaron is more than ready to lay down the law… even if that means a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking for this feisty brat from another era.
Having little choice, Janelle must learn how to live as a woman in 1878, including submitting to the firm-handed marshal who, in spite of everything, seems to have laid claim to her heart.
Gideon’s Redemption
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It is not until nine years later, when a chance encounter brings her together with Gideon once more, that Shannon learns the truth. She discovers that their split was based on a terrible misunderstanding, but worst of all, the situation was made possible by her lack of trust in Gideon. Resolved to make them a family after all, he promises that nothing will tear them apart again because things will be different this time. This time, he will be in charge.
Sweet Salvation
Fresh out of college and looking to escape her painful past in Atlanta, Stacy Altman is in Detroit for an interview when a drop dead gorgeous doctor literally runs right into her. Two years later, when the same man—wealthy surgeon Jared Baker—plows through a door and collides with her again, this time injuring her knee in the process, it seems that fate has plans for the unlikely pair.
To atone for his carelessness, Dr. Baker decides to personally tend to his newfound “Georgia Peach”. As her doctor, Jared instructs Stacy to rest up until she can walk again… and as the firm, loving man she has long needed in her life, he informs her that she can expect to be taken over his knee for a spanking if she disregards her doctor’s orders.
Stacy soon lands a promotion and her life in Detroit becomes everything she hoped it would be, but even after Jared asks her to be his wife, it becomes more and more difficult for her to hide from the trauma she hoped she had left behind in Georgia. Can Jared’s love prove to be the sweet salvation she so desperately needs?
Lanie’s Lessons
Attorney Lanie Fischer is a force to be reckoned with in the courtroom, but the stress of her caseload has been mounting relentlessly. She puts on a brave face at work, but behind closed doors Lanie has become an emotional wreck, and her husband, law professor Ethan Fischer, is tired of watching her self-destruct. She’s not sleeping, she’s lost weight, and their sex life is starting to suffer. Something has to give, and as far as he is concerned it is time for a radical new approach. From now on, Ethan decides, his wife will be spending quite a bit of quality time over his knee with her bottom bare, learning some lessons she has needed for a long time.
Some of Lanie’s spankings turn out to be purely erotic, ending with the hottest sex she and Ethan have ever had, but others are meant to teach her what happens when naughty wives disobey their husbands and fail to take care of themselves. Unconventional though it may be, to her surprise Lanie soon begins to crave both her husband’s sexier spankings and his discipline as well. But can she live happily as a loving wife and obedient submissive at home even as she battles in court at work every day, or will the conflicting demands tear her apart.
Jackson’s Justice
Twenty-year-old Jenny Harper has been in love with Heath Jackson since the day she saw him leap from a galloping horse to save an old woman when she was eleven years old. Over the years, Jenny has watched the women swarm around Heath, but she has her heart set on him and she is not one to give up easily. One way or another, she will show Heath she is a grown woman, ready for a husband, not the child he remembers tagging along after his younger brother.
Unfortunately for Jenny, ever since he was left at the altar by a foolish girl who ran off to marry a wealthy old man, Heath Jackson has sworn off marriage, preferring instead the company of widows and saloon girls. And in any case, though he has secretly lusted after her for years, as far as Heath is concerned Jenny is too young, too much like family, and too eager to wed.
But when tragedy strikes, putting more on Jenny’s shoulders than she can bear, her only hope of saving her family home lies in marrying quickly. Can Heath sit back while other men vie for her affections? Can he bear to watch in silence as she chooses a weakling when she desperately needs a strong man like him, one who will keep her safe and give her the sound discipline she needs when her impulsive ways place her in danger? Or will he stand up and claim what should be his, even if it means risking his heart again?
Sweet Surrender
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One date turns into another, and then another, and the better Jessie gets to know Marc, the more his take-charge personality appeals to her. She soon finds herself craving his dominance in the bedroom as well, and when he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her long and hard, she is left blushing and begging for more. But after Jessie learns that Marc’s mother and sisters are unhappy about their match, she retreats into her work, sure that a girl who used to call a trailer park home can’t possibly have a future with someone like him.
When Marc puts his foot down about Jessie’s excessive overtime hours and her failure to take care of herself properly, things come to a head. Jessie decides to move on rather than risk losing her independence to a man she fears will one day cast her aside, but Marc doesn’t give up easily. Will the wounds of Jessie’s past keep them apart forever, or can Marc prove to her that he is not only a man she can depend on, but one worthy of her surrender?
The Trail Master’s Bride
After being cast out of her childhood home by her horrid stepmother and forced into a marriage by her uncaring father, Mina Hobart reluctantly begins the journey west on the Oregon Trail, hating every minute of each hot, dusty day. Then tragedy strikes and Mina is left a widow.
The west is no place for a young, newly single woman, and the job of keeping Mina safe—and keeping her in line—falls to Weston Carr, the rugged trail master. Weston quickly proves more than ready to tame the feisty redhead’s careless ways and sassy tongue, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking.
Unfortunately, even as Mina does her best to learn to cook over a camp fire, make coffee properly, and do the laundry in a creek, jealousy and gossip among the other wives quickly build into significant strife in the wagon train. To quell the gathering storm, Weston is forced to take matters into his own hands and make Mina his bride, whether she likes it or not.
Despite Weston’s rough ways and firm-handed discipline, Mina soon finds pleasure in his arms far beyond anything she has experienced before. But when a series of mishaps befalls the wagon train—incidents in which Mina is the prime suspect—the new couple’s growing bond is badly strained. Can Mina prove she is not at fault before things come to a head, and if she does, will Weston be able to protect her from whichever of their traveling companions is up to no good?
Wild Wisteria
Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.
Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.
When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?
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Gregorie is immediately attracted to Cassandra and sees in her a strong resemblance to his late wife, so he encourages her to at least put something in her belly before going back out into the cold. In short order, the drug he mixes into the warm broth she drinks begins to work and she loses consciousness.
When Cassy awakens, she learns that Gregorie was once a doctor and has been caring for her injuries, but she laughs at him when he claims to be a vampire… until he transports her from his house to her home in the blink of an eye. She is shaken but intrigued—and drawn to his deep, silky voice, hard body, and old-fashioned ways—so she invites Gregorie back the following evening.
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