Erotic romance novelist Kit Alexander is in a slump. Each new book seems more difficult to complete than the last, and the spark in her writing seems to be gone. But her life is changed forever when she goes on a camping trip to reconnect with her muse and ends up being kidnapped and brought to an isolated cabin by a dedicated fan set on helping her in his own way.
Vaughn is a former Green Beret used to taking charge, and when his favorite author needs to rekindle her passion he makes it his business to teach her what it means to be thoroughly mastered. Kit quickly discovers that being stripped bare and spanked soundly is very different in real life than in her stories, but in spite of everything Vaughn’s stern correction leaves her deeply aroused. When she defies her captor, however, Kit learns the hard way that there are punishments far more humiliating than a mere bare-bottom spanking.
With each passing day Kit finds herself surrendering ever more completely to Vaughn’s bold, practiced dominance, and when he claims her it is more pleasurable than she would have ever imagined. As her next book begins to take shape under his strict guidance, she knows it is the best she’s ever written. But when it is finished at last, will it mean the end of her relationship with the man who inspired it?
Author: Jaye Elise
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 53,500 Words
“As you know, little one, I’ve read every single one of your books. Some of them over a dozen times. But you’ve never written a punishment quite like this before. I wanted to give you something entirely new to contend with.” Reaching down to grab something from the tray, he asked in a deceptively calm tone, “Have you ever heard of figging before, little one?” In his hand, he held a large piece of ginger root with one end peeled into a plug shape.
Oh, shit. She nodded slowly, swallowing her trepidation as her mouth went completely dry. She’d definitely heard of the practice, but had never dared to write about it. In her mind, figging was a step beyond the already extreme world of D/s and BDSM erotica. It’s not that she wasn’t curious about what it might entail, but she worried that her readers might not be able to handle the heat. So to speak.
“So I’m going to use this ginger all over your most delicate, naughty areas to ratchet up your sensitivity. And once the burn settles in, nice and deep, I’m gonna give you a strapping. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she whimpered, terrified yet strangely aroused by his description of her punishment. While the fear of the unknown knotted her stomach, the knowledge that he was going to guide her through this experience—and that he was doing this for her own good—comforted her and brought a glowing warmth to the surface of her skin.
“Good girl. Let’s get started.” He swiftly twisted the base of her dilator and popped it from her tight bottom. Placing it on the tray, he left her gaping in the cool air, clenching at nothingness. Running his finger across her constricting anus, he murmured, “You’re going to be able to take me back here soon. Very soon.”
With the gnarled, wooden base of the root in his right hand, he lowered the bright yellow peeled portion of the ginger to her exposed pussy to start. Running firm, concentrated circles around her clit, she could feel a tingling heat begin to build within less than a minute. What started off as warmth, though, quickly became overwhelmingly intense.
“Mmnnnhh,” she moaned as he trailed the tip over her folds, making sure to cover every last inch of her sex with the juice.
“Feel it yet, little one? Tell me what it’s like.” He ran the root up and down her slit, coaxing her to describe her punishment.
“It… it’s warm. It burns, Sir. And it’s getting worse. God, it feels like my pussy’s getting stung by a swarm of bees.” She couldn’t move, couldn’t avoid the evil ginger he traced along her sodden sex, couldn’t begin to process how much worse it would get. Or how much better either.
Pushing the exposed end of the ginger into her vagina, he swirled it around inside her tightness, making sure to coat her as thoroughly as possible. Kit grunted and thrashed, choking down her scream as the heat intensified. But when Vaughn leaned forward and began to blow a stream of cool air directly on her inflamed clit, she couldn’t withstand the sensation any longer. She screamed out an orgasm from the deepest part of her, not caring that he hadn’t given her permission. Her body was not her own anymore. It was a conduit for pleasure and pain as she surrendered to something higher than herself. She’d surrendered to him.