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At Her Husband’s Command by Lily Harlem

At Her Husband's CommandIn their cottage in the country, thirty-two-year-old submissive Melody and her dominant husband Ivor have the freedom to enjoy intimate gatherings with friends who share their particular interests. But when a new—and very beautiful—young woman makes her first appearance at one of their parties, Melody cannot help growing envious of the attention she receives.

As soon as Ivor learns of his wife’s reaction to this new woman’s presence, he makes it very clear to Melody that their bond is stronger than ever and there will never be room for anyone but her in his heart. But when she persists in letting her unfounded jealousy get the better of her, will Ivor follow through with his promise of a long, hard, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking?

 

 

Publisher’s Note: At Her Husband’s Command includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Lily Harlem

eBook Price: $2.99

Length: 25,000

Excerpt

“Bend over.”

Her breath caught in her throat as a firm pressure was applied to the centre of her back.

She did as instructed, folding double until her breasts pressed on the tablecloth and the cool material rubbed her cheek.

So we have got time?

She smiled, but only briefly, because then she bit down on her bottom lip so he wouldn’t guess her feeling of triumph that she’d gotten to him.

“There is a time and a place for giving your master suggestive looks and allowing desire to fill your eyes,” Ivor said, dragging up her skirt and exposing her naked buttocks.

Cool air washed over her skin and a tremble attacked her pussy. Her heart rate picked up.

“And when we have our friends’ visit to prepare for, it is very inconvenient for you to make me think of reddening your arse and wanting to fuck you.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She closed her eyes. She wasn’t sorry, not at all. If she’d been damp in the kitchen watching him knead the bread, now she was very definitely wet.

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