Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
She’s been a very bad girl. Now she needs to be punished.
Steph Grady has to be taught a lesson.
She needs to learn the hard way that bad girls who spy on men like me don’t just get spanked. They get taken roughly and shamefully, with every climax more overwhelming than the one before.
When I’m finished with her, she won’t just be begging for mercy and for more at the same time.
She’ll be mine.
She needs to be. No one else can keep her safe.
Author: Maggie Carpenter
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 78,000 words
Excerpt
She moaned softly, but when he released her to clutch her breasts and hungrily suck in her nipples, she cried out and raised her chest for more. He obliged, tightening his grasp and nipping with his teeth. Though she let out a yelp, she spread her legs and squirmed beneath him, trying to rub her pussy against his thigh.
“Your tits,” he muttered, slapping one, then the other, “should be punished just like your ass.”
Fervently shaking her head, she threw her arms over her chest.
“Stop pretending,” he said sternly, grabbing her wrists and yanking them away. “You want to feel what it’s like to have your nipples clamped and your tits flogged. You want to be at my club on the wheel, in the stocks, or tied and spread-eagled on my wooden X. You crave everything you saw that night, don’t you, Steph?”
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but all she offered was a whimper.
“I’m going to take you there one night after it closes. Imagine, just the two of us, and all that decadent equipment. But right now, I’m going to enjoy you for a while.”
Moving to kneel between her spread legs, he pressed his fingers into her sex and tweaked her sensitive nub.
“This needs a spanking too, and it will get one when I have you back in the basement on my spanking chair, though,” he murmured, pausing for effect, “I can give you a taste.”
He quickly delivered several slaps. Squealing loudly, she tried to close her legs.
“Bad girl,” he growled, smacking her inner thighs, evoking a high-pitched cry. “That’s why you have to be in my chair tied apart.”
Abruptly rubbing her clit evoked another loud wail. He didn’t know if it was from the threat or his erotic massage, but he continued, occasionally slapping her thighs to add spice to the tantalizing torture. Watching her closely and building her orgasm, he backed off when it appeared she was getting close.
But aching to slam his rigid member into her slick passage, he hastily rolled her over and jerked her hips into his pelvis. Gazing down at her pink, blotchy bottom, a grim smile curled his lips.
“Look at your ass. Still marked,” he grunted, landing a few hot smacks before positioning himself at her entrance. “I’ll be keeping it that way.”
She salaciously wriggled her hips.
Taking her response as an invitation, he smacked her several times before plunging forward and thrusting with quick, strong strokes. Her cries grew louder, but when she threw back her head and arched her back, he stopped.
Waiting until her frustrated moans quietened, he started again, with a slow, measured rhythm. Though her plaintive mewls begged him to increase his pace, and he wanted to oblige, he knew she’d explode the moment he began fucking her with power. Managing to control his hunger, he gradually accelerated.
But his climax suddenly loomed.
It was unnerving to be with a female who sent his blood pumping so feverishly, yet Steph did that to him, and he needed to release. His fingers digging into her skin, he abruptly pumped with abandon, battering her pussy as his lustful need took hold.
Her low, soft moans quickly became shrill cries.
She was on the brink…
At his bursting point and wanting to push her over the edge, he shoved his finger into her forbidden back hole.
She froze.
Her wails stopped.
The unexpected intrusion had shocked her, but a second later her pussy pulsed against his cock and her entire body shuddered, and as the powerful orgasm seized her, he was hurtled into his climax. He was about to pull out and squirt over her backside when the first convulsion hit. Still ejaculating as he hastily withdrew, the waves continued, sending him tumbling through a whitewash of sparkling sensations—all the while she continued screaming through her spasms.
