After her fear of commitment brings an abrupt end to yet another relationship, Crystal Harman knows she is in desperate need of a major change in her life. With the help of her best friend, that change comes in the form of Donaven Sharp, the ruggedly gorgeous owner of a remote mountain retreat called Cobalt Canyon.
Donaven soon realizes that what Crystal has needed for a long time is a dominant man to spank her properly and take control both in and out of the bedroom, and he doesn’t hesitate to put her over his knee for her first bare-bottom spanking. Though it leaves her blushing, Donaven’s mastery of her body also leaves Crystal all but trembling with desire, and his forceful, demanding lovemaking brings her pleasure like nothing she has ever experienced before.
Donaven is everything she’s ever wanted in a man—someone who will both take care of her and discipline her when she needs it—but Crystal struggles to reconcile her yearning to submit to him with the demands of her career as a social worker protecting vulnerable women. When tragedy strikes one of her clients and guilt sends her life into a tailspin, can Donaven prove to Crystal that they have a future together and she belongs not only in his bed but also at his side?
Author: Melody Parks
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 112,400 words
“Who’s the teacher tonight, Miss Harman?” he asked gruffly, not letting go of her lip.
“You are,” she muttered, uncoiling her fingers from his shirt.
He ran his tongue lightly over her lip before letting it go, pulling a soft whimper from her. “That’s right,” he said, resting a hand along each side of her on the tabletop. “Provoking the teacher has its consequences.”
The firm controlled voice he used when he talked to her like that and the way he towered over her in this position, looking at her like she’d been a bad girl, turned the puddle in her panties into an ocean. “Yes, sir,” she said, swallowing, captivated by the sudden seductive gleam in his eyes.
“I want you to go shower now. You have fifteen minutes. You may wash briefly between those silky thighs of yours, but you’re not allowed to bring yourself off. Did you happen to pack a skirt or a dress?”
She shook her head, fighting the blush from his assumption that she would pleasure herself in the shower. “Jeans, sweaters, and T-shirts.”
“Damn,” he said, hooking an arm around her waist, helping her down. “Jeans and a tight T-shirt after your shower. No panties or bra. Understand?”
It felt strange that he was giving her orders, but at the same time, it thrilled her to know he wanted her naked under her clothes. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, now get a move on.” He turned her, giving her a firm swat on the ass. She looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him a scowl as she rubbed her tingly cheek. “Tardiness also has consequences,” he said, winking, a devious smile on his lips, his eyes lingering on her ass.
As she picked up her pace as she left the kitchen, she heard him chuckle, but resisted the urge to look back. Once in her room, she hurried to start the shower while she undressed. She caught sight of the pink handprint on her bottom in the mirror and paused to admire and touch it. She didn’t have words to describe how it made her feel as she traced the mark he left on her ass, the prickly sensation following her finger, which then made her swollen clit ache for attention that she wasn’t allowed to give it.