Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today…
Today he put her in handcuffs.
He’s a police officer now and she’s under arrest, but he’s not bringing her back to the station.
After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.
But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava’s bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.
Author: Lily Harlem
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 50,000 words
Excerpt
“You have been out of control, living without rules. What you need is hard rules with strict boundaries.”
“Your rules?”
“Yes.” His cock brushed her belly. “My rules.”
A tremble of longing rushed through her veins. The water was hot but she was hotter.
“You’re unique.” He tipped his head a little lower. “You’re not like other people who understand what is good for them and what is not. But luckily I do know what is good for you, Ava, and I know exactly what you need.”
“What’s that?” She was a little breathless, her nipples tight and her heart thudding against her sternum. The craving for his kiss was eating her up.
“A man who’s not afraid of challenging you.” He stroked his thumbs over her ears. “A man you trust to dominate you with respect, tenderness, patience, and firmness.”
“And that man is…?” God, he had to kiss her. She’d die if he didn’t. She wanted Griff in a way she’d never wanted anyone else. More than she’d ever wanted him before.
“Me, Ava. That man is me.” He held her head tight and still then crushed his lips to hers. “I won’t let you be frightened away from me again.”
“But I… oh—” She whimpered, the relief of the kiss finally arriving weakening her knees. Closing her eyes, she slipped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. Her breasts flattened on his chest, his cock lodged between them. He slid his tongue into her mouth.
Had he always been this damn good at kissing? She couldn’t remember. In fact her brain was fudged. Griff was kissing away every thought, memory, and worry.
Releasing his hold on her head, he roamed down her body until he cupped her ass cheeks.
And then she was traveling upward. Their kiss didn’t break as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her pussy was slick with arousal as the solid shaft of his cock pushed up against it.
The cold shower wall collided with her shoulders, and he dipped a little to line up his erection with her entrance.
“Griff,” she gasped into his mouth.
“I take responsibility for your pleasure very seriously,” he said hoarsely, water cascading down his face. “So get ready to come… hard.”
A shiver of anticipation gripped her belly and her pussy clenched.
He pushed in, a determined drive to full depth, filling her exquisitely and dragging a cry from her chest.
He caught the sound in his mouth, kissing her with enthusiasm, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Her pussy fluttered around his cock.
He shoved in a little more, grinding his body over her clit.
She clasped him tighter with her legs and her arms. She was so full of him. He’d sated one longing, for the kiss, and replaced it with another. Now she wanted that hard orgasm… now.
He appeared just as eager for it, and set up a wild pace, thrusting in and out of her, sliding her up the wet shower wall.
She curled her toes, the pressure building so fast. Each time he hit full depth he gave her clitoris a long, dragging press with his body. So damn good. Just the right spot.
She moaned around his kisses, reached for his hair and filled her fingers with it. She was nearly there; the raging orgasm trying to break free had almost won its battle.
“Come,” he gasped. “I want to… feel you come… around my… cock.”
