Following her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: he is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.
Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand, Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.
Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?
Author: Ashe Barker
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 53,100 words
The blood drains from my face as the stark reality of a disciplinary relationship sinks in. Ewan means business, as I’m shortly to experience.
He crouches in front of me, again cupping my chin. “Don’t look so stricken, Faith. I would never do more to you than you can bear. This will soon be over, then we move on. What I have to offer you is intense, demanding, and painful. But pain can feel so good, and submission brings rewards far more often than it attracts punishment. You must know that, or you wouldn’t be here.”
I nod, wordless. I do know that. I remember the heady experience at Fairlawns, the exhilaration of the sharp sting of a paddle against my bottom. If an anonymous dom with a kind smile could draw out that response, how much more would I be aroused by this powerful dom who I already adore?
My pussy moistens still more by way of answer, as Ewan straightens. He picks up the cuffs.
“Your wrists, please.”
I lift my hands and he wraps a cuff around each wrist, buckling them in a snug fit. Then he clips one to the other, using fastenings attached to each. My wrists are restrained in front of me.
“Okay?” Ewan steps away, watching my reaction to being bound for the first time.
I manage a slight nod, unable to resist an experimental tug to test the cuffs. There’s no give at all, though they are not in the least uncomfortable. The leather is soft and supple. I suspect they have seen much use.
“Stand up, please, and lean over the arm of the sofa.” A two-seater leather sofa is tucked into an alcove. As I get to my feet, Ewan pulls it out into the room. It rolls easily across the floor, obviously on casters. Ewan gestures me to stand at one end. He reaches down the side of the cushion at the other end and flicks out a metal clip similar to that which now secures my wrists together. This is no ordinary sofa.
I do as instructed, leaning forward so that my stomach is balanced over the wide, solid arm. My feet are still on the floor, just.
“Stretch your arms out, please, so I can fasten this.”
Obedient, I reach across the sofa and allow Ewan to slot the fastener through a metal loop on one of my cuffs. I’m going nowhere now. Ewan gives my hands a quick tug, and slides his finger under each of the cuffs.
“Do these feel too tight?”
He nods, and seemingly satisfied returns to the bed to retrieve the crop. He drops it beside me on the seat of the sofa.
“I’ll warm you up first with my hand to help prevent bruising. This part will hurt too, but you can use it to help you get your head in the right place to cope with the crop. Then you’ll take twenty strokes. Just so you know what to expect, you’ll be screaming after the first three or four strokes, and you’ll no doubt beg me to stop. I won’t unless you use your safe word. For today a simple ‘halt’ will do. Use that exact word if you find what I’m doing intolerable and you have to stop. Do not use it lightly.” He pauses for a few moments, perhaps to let that information sink in.
I offer a brief nod to indicate I understand. And accept.
Ewan continues. “You’ll struggle, but you can’t get up or move to avoid the crop. You’ll hate what I’m doing to you. But you will survive it, and I’m confident you’ll find the spanking crop delivers a memorable lesson. Now, are you ready to start?”
I hear the slight creak of the floor as he shifts his position, then I let out a shriek of surprise as the first spank lands. He said warm-up, so I anticipated something light, not unlike my spanking at Fairlawns. This is nothing of the sort. I wriggle and squirm as he rains sharp, stinging slaps across my bare buttocks, each stroke leaving a sizzling burn across my skin.