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by Trent Evans




  Contents

  Title Page

  About This Collection

  Also By Trent Evans

  Copyright Page

  Book I

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Book II

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Book III

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Book IV

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Other Books by Trent Evans

  From The Author

  Valley of Surrender Series

  Vol I

  Maintenance Night | Maintenance Week | Lacey’s Surrender | Falon’s Captivity

  Trent Evans

  About This Collection

  For the first time, the first four books of the Valley of Surrender series by USA Today bestseller Trent Evans, are now available in a boxed set!

  Strict domestic discipline, strong, but yielding submissive women, demanding alpha male Doms, lust that burns as hot as a stroke of the lash, and love that never — ever — gives up. All can be found in this ongoing series about the unique D/s community of White Valley.

  Pain and pleasure, ritual and tradition, ecstasy and ordeal. These, and more, are what life promises for those lucky few admitted as residents of the mysterious mountain town nestled high in the Cascades of Washington state…

  Included in this collection:

  Book 0.5 - Maintenance Night (prequel)

  Book 1 - Maintenance Week

  Book 2 - Lacey's Surrender

  Book 3 - Falon's Captivity

  Word Count: approx. 210,000

  Page Count: approx. 636 pages

  Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

  This D/s steamy dark domestic discipline romance collection contains the following acts or themes:

  Both MF couples and MFM Ménage (Maledom/femsub), intense and explicit sexual situations, DP, anal play, DD, D/s, M/s, TPE, objectification, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, (very) unequal power dynamics, and much, much more.

  If you think any of these might be offensive to you, please take a pass on this collection. You have been warned...

  There is no sexual interaction between the males in this collection.

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  Also By Trent Evans

  Published by Shadow Moon Press

  A Message of Love

  What She’s Looking For

  Captive, Mine

  (with Natasha Knight)

  Taking The Human

  The Chronicles of Muurland Series:

  The Fall of Lady Westwood

  The Dominion Trust Series:

  Becoming Theirs

  Her Troika

  Expecting Surrender

  Quinton’s Crucible

  The Valley of Surrender Series:

  Maintenance Night

  Maintenance Week

  Lacey’s Surrender

  Falon’s Captivity

  Published By Stormy Night Publications

  The Doctor and The Naughty Girl

  What The Doctor Ordered (Box set)

  Copyright © 2017 by Trent Evans

  All rights reserved.

  Cover Design by Rachel A Olson of No Sweat Graphics

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and as such, any similarity to existing persons, places or events must be considered purely coincidental.

  This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under.

  For mature readers only.

  Published in the United States by Shadow Moon Press, Washington.

  First Shadow Moon Press Electronic Edition: March 2017

  Book I

  Maintenance Night

  Trent Evans

  Acknowledgments

  To my wonderful beta readers: Candace, Gina, Juliya, Kristi, and Sadey. I can’t thank you enough for what you do. You all help a guy be a better writer!

  To Kate — for every precious day

  Chapter 1

  There will be a new punishment tonight. Be a good girl, and make sure you’re ready when I get home. You have a hard night ahead of you.

  Love, Troy

  Lacey let the note flutter to the floor in front of the fireplace. She leaned on the gray stone of the hearth for a moment, shaking her head. It was Friday.

  Apparently, he was serious about Fridays.

  She looked at her phone. 5:40 PM.

  “Shit.” She hurried down the hallway, knowing she had ten minutes — fifteen minutes tops, if he was late.

  But he was never late on Maintenance Night.

  Her buttocks twitched. That it would be a long, agonizing night for them was certain.

  She jumped in the shower, squealing as her shaking hands turned the hot water up too high. She scrubbed herself scrupulously, knowing there was no part of her body her husband didn’t regard as his. And there would be hell to pay if he found any part of her not squeaky clean.

  She cursed the lunchtime jog she’d taken that day at the office. For once, she was keeping to her exercise routine, and it was starting to pay off. She thought she needed to lose ten pounds, even though Troy kept after her about needing to gain ten more pounds. It was just her luck that lithe, athletic Lacey would fall in love with and marry a man like Troy Stanton, who was more interested in the curves of a Christina Hendricks than he was the slenderness of a Jennifer Aniston.

  Lacey was fairly certain she would end someone just to get the body of either one of those famous women. But the truth was, she was somewhere between those two extremes. Sure, she used to have the sleek lines of Aniston in college, but in the past couple of
years, she’d gotten a little bigger. A more pronounced roundness perhaps, a larger butt for certain. Troy referred to it as her “filling out” for him — as if she was gaining weight on purpose. But oddly enough he loved it, loved her new body. She was ashamed of it, was disgusted with herself for it.

  Not Troy.

  “Dammit, Lace,” she said, stumbling out of the shower. “Stop daydreaming!”

  She looked down, frowning at the deep tan of the floor tiles. Water was everywhere. There wasn’t time to clean it up. She looked at the clock on the counter.

  “Shit!”

  Running into their bedroom, she attacked her dripping length of long black hair with a towel. She purposely averted her gaze from the shadowed corner of the room directly opposite their massive bed. She’d be there soon enough.

  She zipped the skirt, struggling with the zipper at the top. The patterned, black skirt was breathlessly tight, just as he liked. The Dior stockings were the worst part, for she had to take her time with them. A tear or run would be disastrous. Her delicate hands shook as she rifled through her tops, looking for the one she knew he demanded for Maintenance Nights.

  “There you are.” She snatched the ridiculously small tank from the drawer and dashed out to the living room.

  The rumble of an engine grew loud outside.

  He was home.

  She hastily tucked the white tank top into her skirt as the garage door raised and lowered, the cutting out of the motor and the sudden silence snapping her to attention.

  Her husband was built like a linebacker, but it was his unsettlingly intense gaze that first caught her eye back in college. He had the kind of rough-around-the-edges dark looks that would have any woman panting, yet for some reason he’d fixated on her.

  Just the same way he fixated on her now as he walked through the door.

  “Hi, honey!” She perked up her smile, seeing him whistling. Whistling was usually a good sign.

  He didn’t answer her though, and his gaze locked with hers.

  Wrong. She was in trouble.

  Maintenance Night meant she would be spanked; that was as sure as the sunrise. However, if he was unhappy with his wife for some other reason, he’d happily add on extra ‘tariffs’ as he liked to call them. Sometimes it would be some penance in the corner with her naked bottom on display. Other times it might mean her doing a stint in the Frame, her vulnerable flesh dancing to the tune of the thuddy leather flogger he favored for beating her breasts — though thankfully he saved that particular torment for grievous offenses.

  He didn’t say a word as his fingers flipped through the mail, his hip against the bar that separated their kitchen from the living room. She felt small, her hands clasped behind her back as she stood, alone, in the middle of the expansive great room.

  “How was work?” She moved to pick up the laptop case he’d set on the bar, but he grabbed her hand.

  “Back in position,” he said, giving her fingers a quick squeeze.

  “Sorry, I—”

  “Just do it, Lacey. You’re already in enough trouble. Don’t make it worse.”

  Lacey’s gaze slanted downward, and she retreated back to her spot. She licked her lips, willing herself to manufacture some saliva as her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

  They’d agreed to this. They’d talked about it — a lot. At first Troy hadn’t been sure. She’d convinced him just to try it once. See what he thought. His first time spanking her was almost comical; she’d actually giggled at the tickle that she called that “inaugural spanking”.

  That seemed like a thousand years ago.

  He walked around her. It was the usual inspection: a smoothing of a skirt hem, a tuck of her unruly dark hair behind her ear.

  She yelped as his hand swatted her ass. “Stand up straight. You’re slouching.”

  Lacey snapped to ramrod attention.

  “More, girl,” he said, standing to the side, just beyond her peripheral vision. “Stick those tits out.”

  Straining to obey, she blushed at the way the position arched her back, sticking out her ass and essentially presenting her breasts to her husband.

  “That’s better.” He returned to stand before her, looking down upon her from his great height.

  Lacey knew better than to be fooled by his pleased tone at her obedience. This was just the beginning.

  “You know what day this is, don’t you?”

  Her eyebrow quirked upward. “Friday?”

  “Sir,” he growled, not quite suppressing an amused curve of his lips.

  “Friday, Sir.”

  “Yes, that’s right.” He moved around her again, and stood close behind her. The movement of his lips brushed the edge of her ear. “And what happens on Fridays?”

  The whispered words washed over her, and she shivered as the coiling began deep in her belly. “Spanking.”

  “Maintenance, Lacey.” He clasped the nape of her neck in his big hand, his finger gently stroking under her chin. “You need maintenance.”

  When she was struggling, crying, pleading as she lay over the steel hard slabs of his muscular thighs, she wasn’t sure she’d characterize herself as ‘needing’ it. But when a girl’s ass is on fire, the tears streaming down her face, she isn’t exactly thinking straight.

  She dreaded this part. It was...participation. Agreement.

  “Yes, Sir. I need to be spanked.”

  “Go on.” His hand tightened.

  “Because — because, I’ve disobeyed you.”

  But I haven’t!

  It didn’t matter, of course. Maintenance spankings were instituted in their marriage because Troy felt they were useful for correcting his wife for any minor misdeeds she may have committed during the week, and as a way to reinforce the power dynamics of their relationship.

  Troy released her nape, his hands moving down and across the upper swells of her breasts. She wished she’d been allowed a bra to make them seem perkier, but he was more interested in easy access to her breasts than he was her vanity.

  “Do you have anything to tell me?” His fingers deftly eased over the hard points of her nipples, the tips blatantly displayed under the snug tank top.

  “I… I forgot to tell you when my period ended.”

  In one of the most shocking orders she’d ever received from her husband, he’d decreed that she was to inform him when she started and ended her period. She’d had no idea why at the time, but the first time she called him at work with those embarrassing two words “I started”, she understood why.

  His whispered “Good girl” had made her both shudder and sigh. It was mortifying, but his making her inform him was just another subtle aspect of his control, a sliver of her independence taken away.

  He shook his head, his fingers catching each of her nipples in a firm clench. The thin fabric of her top offered scant protection.

  “When.”

  She craned her head back at him. “I’m not — sure.”

  “Try again.” His fingers squeezed and she gasped in pain.

  “Two… maybe three days ago.” She wasn’t really sure, but she feared her hesitation might look like deception.

  His fingers tightened further, her nipples screaming. She bit her lower lip, stifling her yell. “What did we agree you would do, Lacey?”

  Oh God, don’t make me say it.

  “Troy, please. Can’t we just—”

  “Say it, Lacey,” he said, steel creeping into his voice.

  She swallowed, the humiliation almost too much to bear. “I’m to tell you when my menstrual period begins and when it ends.”

  “And if you don’t?”

  “I — If I don’t, I’ll be punished.”

  He lightly slapped both of her breasts, and walked around her, shaking his head in mock concern. She felt like a mouse in a cat’s jaws as he crossed his arms over his massive chest, his dark gaze boring into her — relentless, demanding. “Did you think it would just be taken care of on Maintenance Night?”

&n
bsp; “No! I wouldn’t—”

  “Be quiet.” He waved a hand in front of her. “The time for explaining is done. This’ll be extra.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Troy!”

  His hand grasped her throat and she caught her breath. He stepped closer, speaking into the hair above her temple. “Be quiet, Lacey.”

  She dropped her eyes, nodding miserably.

  “Good. At least you can still follow some directions.”

  She tried to suppress the trembling she knew he could feel through her body. Extra meant more pain, more humiliation, and more disapproval from her husband.

  Lacey hated his disapproval, but she detested the humiliation of calling to inform him her pussy had stopped seeping blood.

  Now, as she stood there, his hand around her neck like a living collar, she knew how stupid she’d been.

  Maintenance spankings were bad enough — and now she’d gone and made it worse.

  He leaned in close, his dark, piercing gaze freezing her in place. “You asked for this. You need this. So, why do you still disobey me?”

  She couldn’t bear to look, her gaze sliding away. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  “Look at me.”

  Her gaze reluctantly met his, and her breath caught at the possessive lust in his eyes, a look that had her pussy moistening even as she shivered with dread.

  “You like it, don’t you?”

  She looked down once more, the blush on her face burning bright.

  He pressed his lips to her forehead, the cool smell of his cologne washing over her. “Then we’ll get you plenty of what you like, little girl.”

  Troy was still a moment, his hand squeezing her neck uncomfortably before he stepped away, saying, “Come into the living room, Lacey.”

  Chapter 2

  Troy sat casually on the leather ottoman. It was an incongruous image, considering how many times she’d been sprawled face down across the ottoman’s smooth, cool planes.

 

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