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Saturday Spankings TAMING HER #eroticromance #spankingromance #BDSM #newrelease

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, here's a few from my latest release TAMING HER.

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When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today...
Today he put her in handcuffs.
He's a police officer now and she's under arrest, but he's not bringing her back to the station.
After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.
But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava's bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.

Ava chopped tomatoes and tossed them into a green salad.Griff was outside lighting a gas barbeque he’d bought online.She smiled; he’d been excited about its arrival, never having owned one before. They were going to cook steaks and sausages to christen it.She reached for another juicy tomato—Griff’s neighbor had dropped off a homegrown pile—and sliced it. Contentment had washed over her the last few days. Being at the cottage instilled a holiday feeling. The sun shone from dawn till dusk, and the surroundings were picture perfect.Griff was also pretty damn easy on the eye and since that first kiss, he had been more affectionate, though still stern. At least she hadn’t had to go over his knee again. Her bottom had taken a nice break from his palm.A tune she remembered from two years ago came on the radio. A happy song about sand, sea, and sangria. It reminded her of being in Ibiza with Mel. They’d had a wild time, partied all night, slept on the beach all day. They’d hooked up with some posh lads from Chelsea who’d had limitless credit cards and were happy to take them to all the best clubs to dance to the best DJ tunes.She sang along, swaying her hips. Suddenly she was back there in the disco lights, her head spinning, the beat of the music thumping through her chest like a pulse. It had been great... the best.Licking her lips, she could taste the cocktails, the champagne, the wine.Mmm, that was what she needed now. A glass of wine.She glanced at Griff. He was still fiddling with his new toy.A few days ago she’d spotted a bottle of red wine at the back of a cupboard. With a splash of lemonade it would be perfect with their meal—homemade sangria.She tossed the last of the tomatoes into the salad, then stooped into the cupboard and retrieved the wine. Griff would complain, of course he would, harp on about her getting healthy. But he had to lighten up. She had no intention of being teetotal forever.And it had been ages.She set two glasses on the island beside the salad and poured a couple of inches of the Shiraz into each. She then popped the ring pull on a can of lemonade and filled them up. Perhaps she should chop some fruit to add to the authenticity.A shadow stretched onto the floor.She looked up.Griff was standing at the end of the island. His chino shorts sat low on his hips, a brown leather belt holding them there. His chest was bare, his shoulders glistening where the sun had been shining on his smooth flesh.He glared at her. “What the hell are you doing?”A rush of heat flared on her temples, spreading over her scalp. Her heart skipped a beat. “Just... making us a drink.” She shrugged, going for nonchalance.“With wine?”“Yes, only a splash.”“You’re not drinking at the moment, Ava. You know the rules.” He tilted his chin, his eyes piercing hers.Her jaw clenched as irritation took hold. “It’s a sunny day, I’m in a holiday mood. I want a glass of sangria.” She lifted one of the glasses and watched the light refract through the ruby liquid.“Put. That. Down.” His voice was low and rasping.“You need to lighten up, Griff.” Her mouth watered for the taste of the drink. There was a party here that needed to get started.“I do not need to lighten up. I need you to do as you’re told.”His tone irked her—so damn dictatorial. What was he going to do if she drank the sangria? Spank her? Yes, probably, but it would be worth it, and if she drank enough she might not feel it.“I’m warning you, Ava. Do not take one sip.”“You can’t stop me.”“Really?” He set his hands on the island, fists clenched, and hunched forward. “Is that what you honestly think?”He looked like a giant, his face dark and menacing.Well, she’d show him. She wasn’t scared. She’d do what the heck she wanted. She was an adult living in a free country.She raised the glass to her lips. The sweet scent caught in her nostrils. She held his gaze. His eyes narrowed.She took a sip. Her ass tingled—her body seeming to know what was coming. Oh, but the drink was divine. Fresh, cold, and fruity and as it sat on her tongue she was back in Ibiza.But one sip was all she got. The glass was snatched from her hand and thrown into the sink.It smashed with a loud, shocking crash.The second glass joined it. Scarlet drips showering upward then raining over the white enamel and broken shards.Ava gasped and scooted to the other end of the island. Her stomach clenched and a shot of adrenaline whooshed into her system.He chased her, his jaw clamped.But she was fast, and slipped farther away, sliding her hand over the granite and keeping the island between them. A barrier. She’d bet he wouldn’t jump over it to grab her. “Come here,” he demanded gruffly from the other side.“No.”“I mean it.” Fury dripped from every word. “Come here.”“So you can spank me?” She shifted left then right, trying to judge which way he’d chase. “Not likely.”“Too damn right I’m going to punish your naughty ass. You won’t sit down for a week.”“Week, I won’t be here that long.” She really couldn’t be. She had to get out of the cottage. Flee back to Bristol. He was a madman. This had gone too far.He rushed to the left.She flew to the right and found the door to the hallway within reach. Quickly she raced toward it; she’d pelt along the drive, get out onto the road and escape.She made it a full five paces before he wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her into the air, slamming her back against his chest. “You annoying little brat.”“Big bastard. Get off me.” She tried to peel his fingers from her arms. “I mean it. Get off.” “Why would you try and sabotage all we’ve achieved this week?” he snapped by her ear.“We? Where did me going on a health kick have anything to do with you?” Still she writhed but his arms were a vise. There was no escape.“Since you gave me permission to make it my business.” He hauled her to the table. Plonked her at the end with her feet facing it, then shoved at her shoulders. “Bend over.”“No!”But she didn’t have a choice. He flattened her to the surface and kept one hand squarely between her shoulder blades exerting a strong pressure to keep her there.“Griff!” She twisted her neck to glare at him.“Keep still.” He flicked her short dress upward, exposing her knickers. “Or I swear I’ll tie you to this damn table.”Shit. He was serious, she could tell by the glint in his eyes.Oh, what had she done? She’d pushed him way too far. Just because he’d been gentle and almost sweet the last few days she never should have forgotten that he was a stern, rule-obsessed dominant.He dragged at her small cotton panties, pushing them roughly down to her knees.She wriggled, trying to slide to the right and escape. All that happened was the panties fell to her ankles, pooling there in a tangle.“Last chance. Keep still or I’ll tie you up.” Using his free hand he released his belt buckle. After sliding the leather from the metal he tugged the length from the loops.“What... what are you doing?”“I’m giving your brain something else to associate with drinking.” A tendon jerked in his cheek as he folded the belt in half and gripped the buckle end.Fuck. He’s going to thrash me with that.Before Ava could make a last effort to wriggle free, he’d pinned her in place again. A real sense of doom went through her. This was going to hurt... bad. Much worse than his hand.“I suspect you’re thinking this is going to sting,” he said. “You’d be right. It will.”“So leave me alone. I’m sorry, okay?”For a split second his face softened. She saw Griff, not her nemesis, and remembered how amazing he could make her feel when he fucked her, when he was tender with her.Her pussy quivered, a strange combination of fear and being turned on by him. He was like no other man she’d ever encountered, unrecognizable from the teen she’d strung along years ago.Now he was the one stringing her along. She craved him, his attention, and his affection.And then his focus shifted from her face to her ass. “Six strikes. You can count them.” “No, please.”But it was useless; he drew his hand back, the leather loop menacing as he held it in the air.She screwed up her eyes, waiting for impact.

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
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Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week I have a steamy snippet from my new release TAMING HER - get stuck in!
When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today...
Today he put her in handcuffs.
He's a police officer now and she's under arrest, but he's not bringing her back to the station.
After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.
But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava's bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.



She stared at his heavy eyebrows, stern eyes, and the flare of his nostrils. The man was bloody serious. Whatever he was about to do, he was determined to do it.Her dress dragged over her buttocks, exposing them. She wore a thin purple thong. “Griff!” “And I don’t mind if you cry out,” he said, “my neighbors are a good distance away.” “Why would I cry out, I... ouch!” A searing pain had landed over her right buttock. The spatula connecting with her flesh...hard.She danced on her toes, heat spreading over her skin. “You fucking bastard. You good fornothing twat, I hope you rot in hell for that, Griff Dix, I really do, I... oh!”He’d slapped her again, on the other buttock. Pain flashed in a white-hot explosion. Thespatula was damn wicked for such an innocuous-looking object.“Bloody hell! You’re a right piece of work, an asshole in the biggest sense. I’ll get you forthis... ah!”He’d done it again. Both cheeks in fast succession. Hard thwacks that shifted the air a splitsecond before the connection.“What the heck are you doing, you moron? You big fucking oaf. I’ll see you hang... argh!Ouch! Ouch!” She was dancing on her toes, twisting this way and that to get away from the spanks raining down on her poor buttocks.“Keep hurling abuse at me and you’ll keep being punished.”She clamped her lips together and closed her eyes. The indignity of having her dress hiked up and her bottom smacked was almost too much to bear—and by Griff Dix of all people.“Bastard!” She twisted her head. “Fucking bastard.”“You will learn to behave.” His jaw was tight, his eyes narrow. “If it’s the last damn thing I do.”He set his hand on her belly, and his thick leg in front of hers held her still.She tried to get away, but it was to no avail. Tucking her bottom in was no help either. She was his target and he took aim. Over and over again.Smack. Smack. Smack.The spatula flew fast and wicked against her bottom. The heat was intense. It went up her back, down her legs, and buzzed in her clit.She threw her head back and groaned. Lights flashed behind her eyelids—the pain a wild and bright sensation holding her body hostage.“Please, no more.”He ceased punishing her bottom. “Have you finished with the foul language?”“What does my fucking language matter to you?” She kept her head back, eyes closed. Slap. Slap.“Shit!” She jolted forward.“Your language is not becoming, Ava.”“Are we in the goddamn Victorian era? Not becoming?”“No, we’re in present day, my grandmother would not like that language in her kitchen.” “She probably wouldn’t like you beating a woman either.”“I am not beating you. I am disciplining you, Ava. There is a big difference.” He claspedher chin and forced her head to come level. “Open your eyes.” She did.“Now look into mine.” He paused while she focused. “I am in complete control, this spanking isn’t being done out of anger, there’s no red mist. I will do nothing more than give you a red blush to your sweet behind.”“So why do it?” She swallowed down a lump in her throat that threatened to become a sob. She didn’t want to cry again, the way she had when she’d fled Ruby’s. If she let the tears start they might not stop.“Because you’ve never been made to walk the line by anyone. Now it’s time. And if I’m the only one willing to take you in hand, then you’re stuck with me.” He smoothed the cool, flat end of the spatula over first her right buttock then her left. “Do you need more?”“No. No.” A rush of anger squeezed her chest. “Not that. No more on my ass.” She leaned closer, so close their noses almost touched. “But why don’t you just get it out of your system, Griff?”His eyes narrowed, his eyelashes almost touching. “What? Get what out of my system?” “Just fucking fuck me,” she whispered, “that’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it?”

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When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today...
Today he put her in handcuffs.
He's a police officer now and she's under arrest, but he's not bringing her back to the station.
After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.
But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava's bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.

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When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today...
Today he put her in handcuffs.
He's a police officer now and she's under arrest, but he's not bringing her back to the station.
After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.
But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava's bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from THE BAD GUY a dark, suspenseful BDSM romance I've written with Felicity Brandon.

Filthy rich, seductively charming and absurdly handsome.
Dimitri Henderson.
I fell in love with a virtual stranger, the sweet talk and the fast cars, so when he invited me to Dubai, how could I refuse?
But he was nothing like he seemed.
Our twisted affair an illusion.
He filled my head with fantasy,
Then turned my whole world upside down.
Can I do the right thing, or will the bad guy win?
Publisher's note: The Bad Guy was previously released as Twisted.

“In London, you, I mean I…”“It was different? Yes, it was.” He kissed the back of her head, and the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. “That was our first time together, I didn’t want to scare you with my kinks.”“Kinks don’t scare me.”“That pleases me to hear.” He slipped in, only an inch. “Oh, but Jesus Christ, not as much as your tight, wet cunt pleases me. Hell yeah, I’m going to give it to you so good, Jenny. You’ll never forget this first time in Dubai with me fucking you.”The dirty words spilling from his mouth had her belly clenching and her clit throbbing. The burn from the slaps he’d delivered was glowing in her pelvis, ramping up her lust. She wanted more of everything he could give her.“Fuck me.” She stared at a painting on the wall above the bed, not seeing the picture, just feeling the need in her body.“Sir. Fuck me, Sir,” he snapped.“Fuck me, Sir,” she said, the words running like cream from her lips. They were meant to be there, to be uttered for him, only him. “Fuck me, Sir.”“Good girl,” he said, then thrust forward, plunging his cock balls deep.She cried out and fisted the sheets. The filling was fast and hard, stretching her and mixing a delicious stitch of pain with the blissful density of his shaft.“Ah yeah,” he said. “This is it. You’re going to get what you really need now, Jenny.”“Give it to me.”“Are you sure?”“I’m sure.”“Good.” He gripped her hips tighter.There’d be bruises tomorrow. She didn’t care. She braced her spine and locked her elbows.It was just as well she had, because Dimitri pounded in and out of her at a wild, rampant pace. Their flesh slapped with each near-violent drive to full depth.Her G-spot was being ridden over, building a deep pressure in her pussy. It was so animalistic, their joining. For a brief moment she imagined what they looked like, rutting on the bed, naked, sweat-soaked skin, their gasps and cries swirling around the opulence.“Yeah, hug my cock like that,” he said, releasing her hip.She clenched her internal muscles, squeezing him.“Ah yes, yes, like that.” He slapped her buttock again, a swift swipe of his palm. “Do it more, like that.”She cried out and clenched—it was impossible not to as once again he spanked her. Each stinging connection of his palm on her ass contracted her pussy around him.“Oh fuck, come with me, Jenny, come with me…”She was already coming. The heat and pain combined with the need and desire had sent her spiralling into bliss.“Now…”“Oh yes…I am.” She was throbbing, ecstasy filling her veins. She closed her eyes and wailed.He continued to barge over her G-spot.The orgasm extended, and she trembled and hung her head, glad he had hold of her and was taking what he wanted. She was at his mercy, impaled on him, her pleasure stealing her breath and her thoughts.“Yes, oh God, I’m filling you up.”He came, his cock pulsing as he ground out his release. A long, low, guttural groan filled her ears, a sound she knew she’d never forget. It was so feral, so unapologetic and so free.“You’re…amazing.” He pulled almost out then rammed back in. “Oh yes, there’s more… I’m still…”Her pussy spasmed, and she arched her back, pushing her chest forward.He moaned, his breath tickling over her spine. “Jenny…so good.”She was panting. Her toes had curled on the sheets.“You’re so damn good to be inside.” He tipped forward again and spoke against her ear. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to be anywhere except in you.”

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