Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
He took me captive. Then he took my heart.
When Sean O’Connell captured me, I didn’t know what the most powerful Irish mob boss in the city would do to me to get information on the bratva I’d infiltrated. But I never imagined he would take me over his knee… or that I would end up begging for much more than that.
Now I’m starting to worry that soon I won’t just be his captive, I’ll be his completely.
Author: Ellie Drake
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.99
Length: 58,000 words
Excerpt
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You seem a little confused. We’re going to correct that misunderstanding. Right now, you’ve got yourself into a very bad situation. The only place you are safe, the only way I can keep you safe, is for you to stay here.” He’s pushed my chest down, keeping his left hand on my back. His right hand sits ominously on my ass.
“What are you doing?” The hand has started massaging back and forth over my sweatpants-covered behind.
“Spanking you.”
“What? The hell you are!” I try to get up, but the hand on my back presses me back down. Between this and the hand on my ass, I’m not going anywhere.
Slowly, he stops rubbing my ass and grabs the waistband of the sweatpants, dragging it down to my thighs. The air is cold against my bare skin.
The slap comes without warning. His large hand connects with my ass and I shriek.
“You motherfucker!”
“Language and fits won’t get you out of punishments.” His hand connects with the other cheek.
“That hurts!” It’s like hot pins and needles spreading across my body.
“It’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment.”
His palm connects with my ass three more times in quick succession.
I can feel tears running down my cheeks. “Stop!” I scream. I buck and thrash against him, but his grip doesn’t budge.
Again and again, his hand cracks across my ass. I can feel the heat radiating off my skin. I can see wet tearstains on the sofa in front of me. What is happening to me? I’ve never been spanked in my life, not even when I was little.
“Why are you being punished, little one?” He pauses to rub soft circles across my heated skin.
“Because you’re an asshole.”
He resumes the spanking.
“Why?” he asks, this time without breaking the rhythmic pace of the spanks.
“Because I ran away.” The next spank is even harder.
“Close, but no. Why are you being punished?”
“I don’t know!” I shriek at him.
More spanks rain down on my ass. He starts to move down my thighs and back up.
“You are being punished because you put yourself in danger by running away.”
Smack.
“You made it down fifteen floors by the way. Which is impressive. Two landings per floor. Let’s say thirty spanks. Say it. Why are you being punished?”
“I ran away!”
Smack.
“Try again, little one.”
“I put myself in danger.” It hurts, of course, but the humiliation of being actually, literally spanked is worse.
Sean goes back to rubbing soft strokes across my ass. He leans forward and whispers in my ear. I can feel his breath against my sweat-covered skin, sending a shiver down my body. “Good girl.”
The shiver is followed by a growing need between my thighs, and a confusing realization that I am very, very wet.
