I offered this brute a ride. I ended up the one being ridden.
The first time I saw Austin, he was hitchhiking. I stopped to give him a lift, but I didn’t end up taking this big, rough former Marine wherever he was heading. He was far too busy taking me.
She thought she was in charge. Then I took off my belt.
When Francesca Montgomery pulled up beside me, I didn’t know who she was, but I knew what she needed and I gave it to her. Long, hard, and thoroughly, until she was screaming my name as she climaxed over and over with her quivering bare bottom still sporting the marks from my belt.
But someone wants to hurt her, and when someone tries to hurt what’s mine, I take it personally.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 75,000 words
Excerpt
“What do you think you’re doing?” I tried to back away, but he refused to let me go.
“Teaching you a valuable lesson.”
“Oh, hell, no.”
“I think we need to work on your manners as well as that caustic mouth of yours.”
The man wasn’t kidding. “I… Wait a minute. That’s not…” I’d written dozens of speeches during my career, many on the fly but I had difficult putting a coherent sentence together. Jesus Christ, the effect the man had on me was all consuming.
“Lower your jeans and panties.”
His command was even more forceful than before.
“Whoa. You’re not going to spank me.”
“If I need to, I will tie you to one of the trees. You’re going to stop interfering. You could have placed yourself in danger.”
“I knew what I was doing.” As soon as I issued the words, I knew it was a mistake. He dropped the switch, yanking both my wrists into one hand then proceeded to unfasten my jeans. No amount of wiggling managed to get him to stop, his hold too strong. I was completely at his mercy.
A husky growl erupted from his throat as he deftly managed to unbutton and unzip. “Fight me and the punishment is going to be much worse.”
While he was forced to use both hands to roll the dense material over my hips, I found myself obeying him. I was shocked that I stood almost still, allowing this man to slide my jeans and thong down past my hips. While my breathing was irregular, I couldn’t utter a word in defiance. What the hell was wrong with me? Did I actually believe I deserved punishment?
He wrapped his hand around my hair, guiding me toward one huge tree, pushing me against it with enough force the wind was knocked out of me.
I couldn’t believe this was happening or that I’d allow any man to control me in such an egregious, horrible manner. Yet every single cell in my body was on fire, every muscle taut in anticipation of not just the round of discipline, but a single touch from his hand. My mouth remained dry, but my pussy was wet. I knew he could detect just how aroused I was, the scent floating all around me like a beacon of wanton desire.
“Arms over your head.” He issued another command, his tone just as gravelly.
And I obeyed without hesitation. I had to be out of my mind.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you, Franny. It’s time you figured that out.”
Was that some crazy kind of proclamation that he actually cared for me? I closed my eyes, digging my fingers into the bark. While I doubted anyone would wander this far away from basic civilization, the fact he was spanking me in the middle of the afternoon in the open air was almost as horrifying as the act itself. I took several ragged breaths, the anticipation killing me. Why hadn’t he started?
Why was I standing here?
The second I heard a whooshing sound, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.