Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
Though Octavia is enthralled by Prince Markus of Delti the moment she sets eyes on him, she is shocked when the huge, handsome warrior takes her captive and informs her that she is his fated mate, bound irrevocably to him for the rest of their lives.
Markus quickly makes it clear that he will demand obedience and submission from his mate, and when the beautiful, headstrong Zatari priestess questions his honor he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly.
The humiliating punishment leaves Octavia furious yet helplessly aroused, and though it fills her with shame, she soon finds herself begging for her mate to master her body completely. When Markus claims her at last, his skilled, dominant lovemaking satisfies her more deeply than she would have thought possible, but will she forsake her own people and stay by his side forever?
Author: Claire Conrad
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 30,836 words
Excerpt
Tears welled in my eyes and I fought them as he began to spank my bare thighs. That hurt worse, and I did feel badly for trying to bite him. But this? A spanking? I was a full grown woman, not a child.
I laughed, but the hysterical sound was more wail than amusement. I’d done far worse things in my life. Like free dangerous and valuable royal prisoners from under my sister’s nose. Like betray my people. Betray my family.
I let the tears flow as he punished me. But soon the pain blurred into a steady haze of heat, the individual spanks obscured by the flood of liquid fire rolling through my body. He held me there, my back arched, my head lifted high by a painful grip in my hair, and he dealt twenty sharp blows to my thighs.
When he was done, he held me perfectly still in the silence of the room stretched across his lap like a pagan offering to the gods. “Are you finished, Octavia?”
Was I finished? I was aroused, hot, and filled with lustful thoughts of him throwing me down on the floor and taking me from behind. I was no frightened virgin. I always drank the healer’s brew to ensure I would not carry a child, but I’d ridden a breeder’s cock. My pussy had been stretched. I was no innocent, but I’d never been kissed. And suddenly all I could think about was the taste of his lips on mine, the scent of his skin, the heat of his body. Was I finished? No. I wanted more. I needed to burn. And if I was going to trust him with everything, I needed to know he would never back down, never surrender. “Fuck you.”
He didn’t react other than to strike my bare bottom again and again until I knew I would be sore for days.
When he stopped the second time, my tears were gone, and so was my fire. I felt empty. Numb. But my fear was gone, along with my guilt. I was empty except for the warm sting coming from my bottom. He ran his palm softly over my throbbing cheeks and I lay limp in his lap, unwilling to fight.
“Are you finished?”
“Yes.” I was done, the stinging in my ass blended with the soft strokes of his palm over the hypersensitive flesh made me grit my teeth as my pussy clenched. The spanking had wrung me out, but had also filled me with a strange, euphoric heat. For the first time in forever, my mind was empty of worry, of stress. Under his command, I knew I didn’t need to do anything but feel. Nothing bad could touch me now. Nothing could hurt me here. Markus was powerful, and seemed determined to take care of me.
