Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
My ship. My rules.
Break those rules? Face the consequences.
Harsh consequences.
When an important member of my staff gets caught up in personal drama and disregards my instructions, it’s my job to get her mind back on work. I know just the way to accomplish that…
Take her over my knee. Bare her bottom. And give her a good, hard spanking.
If she does it again, it’ll be a taste of my belt.
There’s only one problem…
Every time I punish her, I come closer to breaking the one and only rule I have for myself.
Never fall in love.
Author: Shanna Handel
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 52,000 words
Excerpt
I try to glare at him over my shoulder but it’s difficult. Because I’m tied to his bed. My boss’ bed. With no clothes on my bottom half. And my pussy fully exposed. My fight is almost gone. The situation is hopeless. He has full control over me and not just by holding me captive—my body is humming his name, begging for his caresses. I’m so angry at myself for needing this from him. I manage to murmur my final protest, “But you aren’t the boss of me.”
“You sure about that?” His finger suddenly plunges inside of my aching, wanting pussy. I gasp in shock. Then he moves it within me, teasing me. I widen my legs pressing my hips back further to greet him. He plunges again and the feeling is so delicious my mind goes blank. The walls of my pussy wrap tightly around him, begging him to do it again.
He dips in another finger and I’m gone. My limbs useless like melting Jell-O. He gives me one hard thrust simultaneously with his two fingers and I whimper, “More.” His thick fingers feel amazing—what would it feel like to have his cock thrusting inside of me? I beg, “Fuck me.”
“Not till you’ve had my belt.”
Fuck me, just fuck me.
I’ve forgotten about the belt. I’m too far gone to want to run now. Between my legs I’m a weeping, throbbing mess, longing to be pounded good and hard by this beast of a man. I’d do anything. I’d take anything if it means him putting his cock inside of my aching pussy. I can handle anything he wants to dish out. I play along, purring, “Have I been a bad girl?”
“Very bad.” His fingers slip from my pussy, trailing up my perineum.
I freeze. Game over. Anything but that… “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“To the place where bad girls get punished.”
My breath’s coming in hard, fast gasps. My heart beats against the cage of my ribs. This can’t be happening. He can’t be going where I think he’s going. I swallow hard, uselessly yanking at the tie that binds me. “I thought that was with your belt?”
“My belt, yes. But first my finger.”
My neck cranes, trying to catch his gaze over my shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“The spanking you earned for taking your phone. The belt you earned for running. The finger is for my own enjoyment.”
“Your—enjoyment? You… you sicko!” I’m wiggling and fighting and trying to get away, to kick him at least. A punishing hand lands on my thigh each time I move. Hard and fast, the pain subduing me. My legs comply. I lie still. But my mouth is not so easily tamed. “I don’t think so… that’s not something I do. Not a place I let people—oh!”
The tip of his slick finger presses against my unwilling muscle.
What do I do?
I can’t get away. But I can’t let this happen.
No man has ever, ever touched me there. And this is my captain. A man I have to look in the face every single day. I’ll be bringing him his morning coffee in just a few hours.
And I’ll have to do it knowing what he’s done to my bottom.
