When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.
Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.
Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?
Author: Jaye Peaches
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“Come here and stand on the spot,” Everett warned.
Xane couldn’t fault his friend’s calm tone of voice. Nothing threatening or harsh; he simply stated his requirements.
Iona frowned before tentatively moving forward. Everett resumed his slow assessment of her breasts. She grimaced when he pinched one of her nipples and drew it out. When he repeated the action on the other one, she mouthed a curse.
Moving down, Everett spread out his fingers and circled her firm belly. “You’ve good skin, pale of course, and surprisingly free of blemishes for a farmer.”
“What do you expect,” she snipped. “That I sunbathe all day?”
Everett ignored the backtalk. “Turn around.”
Xane remained mesmerized by Iona. When she turned away from him, he adjusted the camera at the back of the room so he could keep her face on the monitor. Her cheeks had flushed pink and she had teardrops hovering in her eyes. Now that she believed nobody was looking at her face, she’d lost some of the bravado. However, when Everett captured her buttock with the full span of his hand, she gasped. She seemed to be holding her breath, uncertain whether to exclaim in protest or exhale.
Another squeeze of her other ass cheek, and the reaction this time was obvious. She closed her eyes, screwed them up tight, and chewed on her lower lip. At the same time, tiny shivers rippled across her shoulders and breasts.
“No marks here.” Everett commented. “But let’s take a closer look, shall we?” He turned to the mirror and grinned. “Bend over, Iona.”