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Geoffrey’s Rules by Emily Tilton

Geoffrey's Rules by Emily TiltonFor as long as she can remember, Chloe has imagined what it would be like to be utterly and completely dominated by a man. When she meets Geoffrey—a man who can make her blush red with shame and quiver with lust at the same time with nothing more than a word or a glance—Chloe begins to wonder if her fantasy could become reality.

As hot as her desire burns, though, Chloe struggles with herself. How can a modern woman feel this way? Should she not berate herself for longing to be taken over her man’s knee for a bare bottom spanking? No matter how she yearns for it, does she really belong on her knees at Geoffrey’s feet, naked and waiting for him to take her any way he pleases?

When Geoffrey offers her what she knows deep down she has always wanted, will she turn him away, or will she submit to his rules and allow her new master to take her fully in hand?

Publisher’s Note: Geoffrey’s Rules is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, elements of D/s and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Emily Tilton

Word Count: 53,600

eBook Price: $4.95

Excerpt

“Rule number three,” he murmured, “is perhaps the most obvious of the three basic rules. Naughty girls get spanked.”

I thought for a moment about how to turn this rule into a promise, having a very hard time concentrating because of the way Geoffrey’s fingers were now finding out the warmest places within the valley that joined my thighs. Nor did Geoffrey seem in a hurry to demand of me the corollary promise to rule number three.

“Sir?” I finally asked.

“Yes, Chloe?”

“I’m not sure how to turn that one into a promise.”

“Well, why don’t you give it a try, and I promise to let you know if you get it wrong.”

Another long pause, while I sighed at the way he had now reached the middle finger of his right hand all the way down deep between my thighs and had reached my aching clitoris with it.

“Go ahead, Chloe,” he said encouragingly. “You can do it.”

“Um… Naughty—” It was clearly the wrong way to begin, for that was the moment when Geoffrey delivered the first spank of my life to my upturned bottom. There was a sound that in my memory was like a gunshot, and the sensation of sharp pain, which faded almost instantly.

“Try again,” he said and spanked me again.

“Sir, I promise to try to take my spankings like a good girl?”

“Very well,” Geoffrey said. He began to spank me in earnest. He started with a cadence that took him from my right cheek to my left cheek to my right upper thigh to my left upper thigh and then to the center—the far-famed sit spot. At first, the pain of every spank faded immediately, just as the sensation of the first one had. But then, because my bottom was already warm and because I could feel that Geoffrey was increasing the force, the pain became a lasting glow.

After that, the real pain began. Now Geoffrey would linger on one of his five targets for four or five blows, until he heard me cry out in authentic discomfort. That was when he paused and said, “Alright, sweetheart, it’s time for the paddle.”

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