His Lady Countdown – #wipwednesday

Happy Wednesday, everyone, and welcome to the WIP! Today we’re sharing a snippet from our upcoming release His Lady (Boston Doms, Book 5), which is coming THIS FRIDAY 2/24!!

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“You taste like honey and butter,” Blake said, his low voice in her ear causing her nipples to harden. She was straddling his lap on the leather couch in his living room, having just polished off the last bite of baklava, and they were celebrating the evening alone.

“You taste like masculinity and sex,” she countered, running her fingers around the back of his neck and drawing his mouth closer to hers, as he growled in her throat and tightened his grip on her ass. “I fucking love it.”

“You swear like a goddamned truck driver,” he bit out, leaning his mouth closer to ear and taking her lobe into his mouth with his teeth.

“No shit,” she responded, pulling back and meeting his eyes. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”

“Naughty little brat,” he growled, and she shrieked as his hands went to her top, yanking it up, nimbly unfastening her bra, before his hands found her nipples and squeezed. “You really don’t want to test me, Elena,” he said, sobering, his voice dropping as his eyes narrowed. He twisted his hands, and she braced herself. The sharp bite of pain faded to a tingle. “You’ll do as you’re told, little girl,” he said, his smoky voice like whisky on ice, brisk but biting. “I’m not shittin’ around with your safety. And there’s a limit to how far you can push me, Elena. I don’t expect meek and mousy from you. No, baby, that isn’t you, and I get that,” he said, his hands kneading her breasts now, as flames flickered in her nether regions, her pussy convulsing with need. Oh God.

Her mouth opened, panting, as he laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, pulling her ear to his mouth. “I owe you a spanking, young lady. You endangered yourself when you disobeyed me. And because of what you did, you’ve raised suspicion by plastering your name all over the internet. I don’t give a shit who comes after me, but you’ll answer for putting yourself on their radar.”

She swallowed, her heart racing as her pussy throbbed with need, but at the same time her ass tingled at the memory of his leather on her naked skin, and his enormous hand branding her with punishing strikes.  Through the haze of arousal, she looked into his eyes. “And what if I say no?” she said, not able to help herself from pushing, testing, craving his mettle and dominance. “What if I refuse to submit?”

His eyes darkened, his brows drawing together with a startling sternness that made her shiver deliciously. “Refuse to submit?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to submit, little girl. I told you you were getting a spanking.”

 

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His Lady – #wipwednesday

Happy Wednesday, everyone! For today’s WIP Wednesday blog hop, we’ve got a sexy excerpt from His Lady (Boston Doms, Book 5) which is coming out a week from Friday, on 2/24!! Mark your calendars!

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He set her on her feet beside the bed and turned to sit on the edge.

“Strip.”

She swallowed. And then she obeyed.

Off came the sweater, inch by tantalizing inch, until the garment floated to the floor. She unhooked the skirt, which dropped quickly, puddling at her feet. And then she hesitated.

“Everything, Elena. There’s going to be nothing between us when I punish you,” he told her. “When I take you.”

She reached behind her and unhooked her lacy blue bra, then slowly drew the straps down her arms and tossed it to the floor, as well.

Shit. The sight of her naked breasts in the afternoon sunlight that seeped through the window was enough to have him momentarily forgetting his purpose. He watched as her nipples furled in the chilly air, saw her hesitate.

“Keep going,” he told her, his voice husky with arousal.

She swallowed again, then hooked her thumb into her panties and drew them down her legs.

“Come here,” he told her, when she was completely bare, pointing at the floor between his legs.

Without further instruction, she knelt on the floor between his feet and gazed up at him, nervous and eager.

“Usually, when I want to spank that ass, I will want to be the one to bare it,” he told her, threading his fingers into the hair above her ear. “Because I own it, and I like to remind both of us of that.” Her eyes burned with arousal at his words, and the sight made his fingers tighten in her hair, the need to claim her riding him hard.

“But today, Elena,” he continued, voice tight. “Today, I need you to remember that I own it because you gave it to me. Your love is a gift that came out of nowhere during the darkest time of my life, and brought me joy that I never dreamed I’d experience again.”

She bit her lip and her eyes flooded with tears that he brushed away with his thumbs. He forced himself to finish.

“You will not risk that. You will not risk yourself. You won’t even suggest it. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Then get over my knee.”

We hope you’re getting as excited as we are for Blake and Elena’s story! In the meantime,  click here to see what the other WIPsters have been working on!

His Babygirl: Boston Doms Book 4

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His Babygirl is available on Amazon.

Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she’s way too busy to be anyone’s full-time submissive. And that’s fine with her, since the one dominant she’s fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander “Slay” Slater, a former Marine and Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… from a distance. But now that he’s set his sights on her, he’s all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice’s Daddy, and Alice… his babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of age-play, and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

An excerpt from His Babygirl

disobey-their-daddyHappy Wednesday, everyone! Ready to find out what everyone’s been working on with the WIPitUpWednesday blog hop? We’re excited to share this snippet from our latest Boston Doms book, His Babygirl (Boston Doms Book 4)!

“Seems a good spanking is what’s in order, young lady,” he chided, intentionally speaking sternly and fixing her with a look of admonishment.

“Step out of your panties, and hand them to me.”

She stood, trembling, stepped out of her panties, and handed them over. He put the small strip of fabric in his pocket. He kept his gaze on her as he unclasped his belt. “What happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” he asked, pulling the leather through the fabric with a soft whoosh before doubling it over. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

“They get spanked,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow at her and pointed to the couch. “That’s right. I want you bent over the arm of the couch, toes on the floor, hands flat down in front of you. Understand me?”

She nodded, stepping over to the arm of the couch. He stood behind her and watched as she draped her naked body over the edge, obediently placing both feet on the floor as her hands splayed out on the sofa cushion.

“When Daddy give you an instruction, you’re expected to obey,” he said, and without another word, he pulled back the doubled-over belt and snapped it against her naked backside. She rose to the tips of her toes and gasped. As a reddened stripe rose on her bottom, his cock strained for release. He reared back and let loose another snap of the belt. He could easily modulate the swing of his shortened belt, especially when she was lying over the couch. He would leave her bottom stinging and warm to the touch, but not welted or bruised.

He let loose six swats, one after the other, as he lectured her about obeying.

“You’ll obey Daddy.” Whap! “You will do as you’re told.” Whap! “It’s hard for you to trust, but you’re doing so well, baby girl.” Whap! She gasped as the leather belt wrapped around her upper thighs, but he kept spanking. “You told the truth when asked, so your spanking won’t be as hard as it could be.”

Another hard swat fell, but then he was done. If she’d lied on top of it, he would’ve moved on to a good paddling, but for now, she would be repentant and submissive. She’d also be fucking wet for him.

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Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she’s way too busy to be anyone’s full-time submissive. And that’s fine with her, since the one dominant she’s fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander “Slay” Slater, a former Marine and a Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… at a distance. But now that he’s set his sights on her, he’s all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice’s Daddy, and Alice… His Babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of ageplay and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. (full length book, 60,000 words).

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WIP it up Wednesday — His Babygirl (Boston Doms book 4)

Hello, readers! Today, we are sharing an excerpt from the fourth Boston Doms book that’s coming out in less than one month’s time!

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BLURB:

Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she’s way too busy to be anyone’s full-time submissive. And that’s fine with her, since the one dominant she’s fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander “Slay” Slater, a former Marine and a Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… at a distance. But now that he’s set his sights on her, he’s all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice’s Daddy, and Alice… His Babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of ageplay and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

In this excerpt, Alice has gotten herself into troooublleee….:

Daddy’s gonna ask you a question, and I expect an honest answer. Did you or did you not keep your hands clasped when I placed the food order?”

Her eyes shifted away from him.

Grasping her chin, he held on tightly. “Eyes to me,” he ordered.

She looked back at him and nodded. “I… didn’t keep my hands this way the whole time,” she admitted.

It wasn’t a major infraction. It was hard to maintain her position and he well knew it. But he also knew that a good spanking would arouse her and make her climax harder.

Still holding her chin, he nodded. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “Seems a good spanking is what’s in order, young lady,” he chided, intentionally speaking sternly and fixing her with a look of admonishment. “Step out of your panties, and hand them to me.”

She stood, trembling, stepped out of her panties, and handed them over. He put the small strip of fabric in his pocket. He kept his gaze on her as he unclasped his belt. “What happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” he asked, pulling the leather through the fabric with a soft whoosh before doubling it over. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

They get spanked,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow at her and pointed to the couch. “That’s right. I want you bent over the arm of the couch, toes on the floor, hands flat down in front of you. Understand me?”

She nodded, stepping over to the arm of the couch. He stood behind her and watched as she draped her naked body over the edge, obediently placing both feet on the floor as her hands splayed out on the sofa cushion.

When Daddy give you an instruction, you’re expected to obey,” he said, and without another word, he pulled back the doubled-over belt and snapped it against her naked backside…

His Babygirl (Boston Doms book 4) coming December 2nd! Keep your eyes peeled, because it will be released with a super-special Boston Doms promotional price, but only for a short time!

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WIP it up Wednesday –Boston Doms book 4

Hello readers! Halfway through the week, and now we get to peek into what everyone is doing these days. Love that!

 

Today, Maisy and I are sharing an excerpt from our upcoming release, His Baby Girl (working title) , book four in the bestselling Boston Doms series!

 

With our last book in the series, Her Protector, readers loved that Tony was the “reluctant Dom,” not what everyone would expect a Dom to be. It was sweet, and romantic, and hit all the right spots. One of our goals with this series is to bring to you very different couples, different D/s flavors, a unique experience with each read. To that end, book four is…shall we say, …a bit different?

Slay is off-the-charts dominant, a dyed-in-the-wool Daddy Dom and Alice is so up for the challenge of meeting his high demands. Their chemistry ignites. Can’t wait to bring this one to all of you! Here’s our inspiration for Aslaylexander Slater, also known as Slay, or…Daddy. 😉

 

 

 

How about an excerpt?

 

 

 

Alice has broken a major rule and she’s in super hot water. But this is her first time over to Slay’s home, and she’s about to see that he’s pretty dedicated to their relationship…

Excerpt:

 

You said we need to build trust, Alice. Didn’t you, baby?” he whispered in her ear.

She swallowed, her eyes closed tight. “I did. Yes, Daddy.”

There’s one thing you’re gonna learn, little girl,” he said, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. “I always mean what I say. And when my baby needs a spanking, I will always follow through.” He paused, taking in her hitched breath, the pad of his thumb tracing her neck, feeling her pulse beat beneath his fingers. “It’s time for your spanking, Allie.” He pulled back from her and her eyes were half-lidded but guarded, her mouth slightly agape, taking in his massive form and the breadth of his wide lap. He chucked a finger under her chin. “You ever been over a lap, little girl?” he asked softly.

She shook her head wordlessly and he pressed his lips together. She needed stern right now. She needed dependable. She needed her Daddy.

You’ll be bare for this.”

She began lifting the edge of her blouse, but his large fingers stopped her, palm down.

No.” His hands went to her waist and unfastened the clasp to her skirt. “When Daddy spanks you,” he said, his raspy voice deep and in control, “and Daddy thinks you need a bare-bottom spanking, Daddy is the one who bares you.”

She swallowed hard as her skirt hit the floor. He ran his hands over her bare hips, absolutely gorgeous, her pink mound shaved bare. Fucking hell she was gorgeous. But they had business to take care of. Lifting his hand he gave her ass one hard, sharp swat. “Over my lap.” She froze, her eyes wide, but she didn’t move. He frowned, but as he looked at her, he realized she was suddenly afraid. He asked her gently, “Do I need to bring you across my lap?”

She inhaled, seemingly unable to speak, and simply nodded her head. Very well. The point was that she take her punishment, and that he establish trust. If she needed a little help from her Daddy to get there, then he was happy to provide it.

Here, baby,” he said, drawing her over to the side of his right knee, then gently pushing her torso over his lap. He was so tall and she so much smaller, her feet came straight off the floor, her blonde hair flying down to cover her face, her hands grasping his leg just above his boots, anchoring herself. Her bare ass over his lap was a sight he wanted to remember forever, the smooth silky satin of her naked skin before he painted it red with his handprint. While she’d been ogling his wares, he’d palmed two small implements. But those would wait. He planned on giving her a long, hard spanking she’d remember for a good, long time.

He ran his hand from the top of her thighs, over her backside, to her lower back. She squirmed on his lap.

You know why Daddy’s spanking you, young lady,” he said. “We’ll start with the name calling. Do you think you spoke to your Daddy the right way?” She shook her head wordlessly. Lifting his hand, he brought it down with moderate force. The crack of his hand on her naked skin sounded loudly and she gasped. A bright pink handprint covered almost her entire bottom. Shit, that was hot. He administered another swat, then another. “You’ll learn to speak respectfully, little girl.” Crack! I will always treat you with respect. And my baby girl will treat her Daddy with the same respect.” Crack! Crack! She let out a cry as he built intensity. He could feel the sting in his hand, and no doubt she felt it herself as he upped the swats from moderate force to a bit harder. Now that he’d reddened her whole bottom, she was good and warmed up, and could take more.

If we’re to build trust between us, we’ll do it by building respect,” he said, punctuating his words with sharp, stinging swats of his hand. He was a master at hand-spanking, his hand slightly curved, then flat, varying the feel of each hard spank, lifting slowly but descending rapidly. A hard swat landed at the crease of her thighs and ass and she jerked from the pain, but he did not stop. Swat after swat fell, her skin a bright pink now, as he deliberately delivered the spanking he knew she needed. Punishing. Intimate. Every stroke of his hand would drive home his point. After several dozen good spanks, his palm slowed, smoothing over her flaming hot skin.

Will you be respectful, Alice?” he asked, his hand poised, ready to spank again.

Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, Daddy. I will!”

Very good,” he said. She relaxed.

Are we done?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Oh, honey. I’m just getting started.”

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Coming soon

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A HOT #SatSpanks Throwback to My Dom!

b6c09-mydomHappy Saturday, friends! It’s Labor Day weekend here in the States, which makes it the unofficial end of summer, but Jane and I want to make sure that your weekend stays SIZZLING HOT, so we’re throwing back to the first book in our Boston Doms series, My Dom!

In this scene, Dom reminds Heidi of exactly what she agreed to when she agreed to be his submissive…

“But you misbehaved, Heidi,” he said severely…”You said you’d consent to punishment.  You agreed…”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I agreed.”

And she did. She wanted that punishment. She wanted his focus and his control and his need.

She wanted him.

a0cad-m2bis2bfor2bmisbehave The first slap of his hand on her bottom was a shock. The second seemed to light a fuse  connected directly to her clit. The third… the third had her pushing back against him, waiting for it eagerly. And then his hand was no longer spanking her, but rubbing her bottom with slow strokes that went lower and lower and built the fire into a conflagration…

 

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Have a wonderful, safe weekend, everyone!

#SatSpanks and a NEW RELEASE – Boston Doms Book 3: Her Protector

HerProtector coverTime for another round of #SatSpanks, and this one is exciting because the third book in the Boston Doms series, Her Protector, is now available on Amazon! And it’s on sale for $2.99 through Sunday!

Last week
on the hop, we showed you how Tony could be gentle with his girl. Wednesday, we showed you how fun and lighthearted he can be. But let there be no doubt, when the situation calls for it, he will do whatever is necessary to protect Tess, even from herself!

 

His eyes met hers and his voice was as serious as she’d ever heard when he spoke.

“You will never do that again.”

She couldn’t trust herself to speak, merely nodded. He released her and stood.

“Stand, please,” he said. She obeyed.

“Place your hands behind your head.” She obeyed. He sat on the bed, his hands on her hips as he spun her around to face him. Swiftly, he pulled down her shorts, leaving her bare, shaking, standing before him.

“Step out of them.” She did what he asked. His hands grasped her waist and he tugged her over his lap. Her belly hit his hard thighs so that she was angled, her face on the bed and her bottom perched precariously over his knee. He reached for her hand and pinned it to her lower back, as his fingers
entwined with hers. The gesture was soothing, though the loss of control made her heart stutter.

Love that protective, dominant man!

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#WIPitUpWednesday – Telling Fibs

Time for the #WIPitUp Wednesday blog, and I can’t wait to see what everyone’s been working on!

Today Jane and I are sharing a fun scene from our upcoming release, Her Protector, the third book in the Boston Doms series. If you were waiting to hear Tony and Tessa’s story, get ready! Just 3 more days!!

In this scene, Tony and Tess ordered pizza and settled in to watch a zombie movie. But when Tess fakes Tony out so that she can pay the delivery guy, she’s not quite prepared to deal with the fallout! (This scene makes me giggle every time!)

HerProtector coverStill facing the door, she held the box in her hand, not quite ready to face Tony. She’d planned the whole thing before the food got there. What she hadn’t planned was how to deal with him after she’d fooled him. Slowly, she turned around, and she knew the look on her face was sheepish.

“So, you say this is the best pizza in Boston, huh?” she said quickly. “Why don’t you get us some plates, and I’ll get us some drinks. Phew, am I hungry. So famished, I actually feel a little faint! Can you…”

Her voice trailed off as her fast-talking move wasn’t doing a damn thing. Tony was standing in front of her, and was it her imagination or did she shrink or something? She didn’t remember him being this much taller than she was. Damn it, wearing heels to work had decided advantages. Those eyes! Oh, God, his eyes were narrowed on her in a teasing, but still sexy-stern way that made her heart flutter in her chest.

“Hungry,” she stuttered helplessly. “Faint… with hunger.”

He stalked closer to her, and the only thing between him and her was a flimsy cardboard box, which he removed with one firm pull. She squealed.

He placed the box on the dining room table, then continued to prowl closer to her. She backpedaled until he had her pinned against the door, and her hands went flat out behind her, splayed on the cool frame of the door.

“Are you really faint with hunger? Or is that another one of your fibs, Miss Damon?”

Oh, she was definitely faint, but she was sure it wasn’t from hunger. Her knees trembled and she was so turned on, it was mortifying. She swallowed, an impossible giggle bubbling up.

“Fib? Who says fib?” she snorted. Gosh, his word choices were so adorable sometimes.

He raised his eyebrows incredulously. “First, you fake me out so you can have your way even though I insisted I was paying, you told a fib, and now you’ll insult me?”

He was so close she could see the flecks in the depths of his hazel eyes.

“It’s just cute,” she said helplessly, immediately wishing she could take it back. His eyes softened a little.

“I’ll modify my earlier statement,” he said, and he was so close, with his arms crossed on his chest, she could feel his heat, smell the faint sporty smell of the body wash he had in the shower that she surreptitiously lifted the lid on and sniffed every time she took a shower herself. “People who let second-graders watch zombie movies. Women who go to dark alleys alone in the middle of the night. And people who tell fibs to fake someone out so the guy can’t pay for the food he’s gonna eat most of anyway. Those are the people who need be spanked.”

I’d say that’s not an exhaustive list of spank-worthy crimes, Tony, but it’s a good start! LOL. Click here to see what the other WIPpers have been working on, and I hope the rest of your week flies by!

Boston Doms Book 3: Her Protector! Cover Reveal and #SatSpanks!

It’s the WEEKEND at last!!  We are SO READY to kick back with the #SatSpanks blog hop and get our weekly dose of spanky goodness!

But first, we get to unveil the beautiful cover to our upcoming new book, Her Protector, the third book in the Boston Doms series. Tony and Tess’s story will be available this time next week!!

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Isn’t it pretty? Lawson’s done it again!

Jane and I love this series for so many reasons, but one of them is definitely the way that each couple finds the brand of D/s that works for them in their unique relationship, and that’s particularly true for Tony and Tessa. Tony wants to give Tess exactly what she needs, while being sensitive to the scars from her past. (We’re writing super-sexy Book 4 right now, about the tattooed Daddy-dom Slay and his take-no-prisoners babygirl Alice, and to say that Slay approaches their relationship a bit differently would be an understatement!!)

In this scene, Tess gets her first spanking from Tony, and he starts out gentle… before things heat up:

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.

“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.

“Ow,” she said in a little voice.

“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.

“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.”

Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…

There’s just something about having a strong man so focused on being gentle and meeting your needs, huh? (*shiver*)

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