They took his woman. He’s going to take her back.
Dex is a brute who doesn’t hesitate to take his woman over his knee for the kind of spanking that leaves her sore, sobbing, and ready to be reminded of her place in a much more shameful way. Fortunately for Mallory, he’s also a US Marine Raider who knows how to run a rescue mission.
When she took a job in a country on the brink of war, Mallory had no idea what she was getting herself into, and there is only one man she can count on to bring her home after things go south.
The same man who is going to blister her bottom for running away in the first place, then lead her to the bedroom to remind her who she belongs to so thoroughly she never doubts it again.
Author: Delta James
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 50,500 words
Dex’s hand finally came to rest on her painful globes. Wrapping one hand more tightly around her middle to hold her in place, he parted her thighs and shoved two fingers up into her very wet core and thrust them in and out of her, forcing her to climax from his rough treatment. He leaned over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Realizing his intent, Mallory renewed her struggles, desperate to evade having the salve put up inside her.
“Knock it off, Mallory. I warned you I’d ginger your bottom hole if you disobeyed me. You can either settle down, or I’ll go back to spanking you. You’re lucky my belt is in the other room.”
“I’m so sorry, Dex. I won’t leave the house again without permission.”
“I got news for you. You aren’t nearly as sorry as you’re going to be. But I’m glad to hear I’m getting through to you.”
He pulled out the jar and opened the lid. Once again, the pungent scent assailed her nostrils. She watched in dismay as Dex swiped his finger through the salve, removing a large dollop. Mallory twisted, trying to get away. Dex calmly returned the paste to the jar and swatted her behind several times.
“Done? Or should I go get my belt and add a couple of stripes to your backside?”
“No, Dex. Please don’t use the ginger. That stuff burns.”
“Yes, and I understand from Sawyer, that the ointment is even more intense than the root. Apparently, Rhiannon only needed to have it used twice before deciding being gingered with salve was far worse than being figged. He said he hasn’t even had to open the jar he has in London.”
“I don’t make idle threats, Mal. You know that, and what’s worse for you is that even with your bottom hole stinging like hell, you’re still going to be wet and want me to fuck you.”
She watched him scoop up the thick ointment before parting her cheeks and gently pushing his finger past the ring of tight muscle that guarded the entrance to her back passage. The salve was wicked. It lubricated his penetration, but almost immediately began to burn. Mallory kicked her legs to try to alleviate the sting, but it didn’t help. In fact, it seemed as though it worked the foreign substance into the delicate tissue even more effectively and painfully. Dex held her on his lap but allowed her to squirm. She began to cry again.
“That’s enough, Mallory,” he said helping her up, which only intensified the burning sensation. “Get in the middle of the bed and present your pussy to me.”
“Do I need to take you into the other room to get my belt?”
“I warned you, Mallory. Get up on the bed and put yourself in position.”
Mallory crawled up onto the bed, her bottom hole feeling as though he’d placed a lit match into it. She stayed on her knees, spread her legs and stretched out so that her breasts and head were laying on the mattress. Instead of getting up on the bed behind her, he plunged two fingers back inside her drenched pussy, thrusting in and out. Despite the burn and despite not liking to be finger-fucked, Mallory screamed into the sheets as she came.