After receiving a desperate plea from a childhood friend, Ellen Jacobs boards the next plane to Dallas. The message warns of a dark and malevolent presence which shrouds her friend’s home, but perhaps even more disturbing for Ellen is the fact that she will not be working alone. Her friend has enlisted the help of Rafe Cummings, the tall, brash, sexy demon-hunter better known as The Devil’s Cowboy.
From the moment they meet, Rafe knows Ellen will be trouble. Though she agrees to work with him, it is abundantly clear that she is far from ready to trust him, let alone follow his lead. But when her prideful defiance nearly results in disaster, Rafe takes Ellen over his knee, bares her bottom, and gives her a long, hard spanking—the first of her life—to impress upon her that as long as they are working together, she will do as she is told or face the consequences.
Despite his arrogance and his willingness punish disobedience in such an uncivilized fashion, not only does Ellen’s body cry out for Rafe’s firm hand, her soul itself seems bound to his in some way. His skillful, dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless and begging for more, but even as their passion grows they still must concentrate on the task at hand. Can they stand as one to overcome the evil they came to confront, even if that means a date with the Devil himself?
Author: Kallista Dane
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“Anger? Damn right, I’m angry! You come in here, drag me upstairs…” Her eyes glazed over, staring unseeing into the distance, and she went on in a leaden voice tinged with fear. “Then you locked me in that room, forced me to…”
Her outburst was cut short when she suddenly felt herself yanked face-down across his lap, in the same position she’d seen so clearly just a short time ago. Dimly, she heard his voice.
“I’m sorry to have to do this, Ellen, but you need to stop this temper tantrum. I’ve got to bring you back to reality… to be reminded that I’m still in control of the situation. I always have been.”
As he spoke, he was sliding down her loose cotton pants, pulling up the long hem of her flowing paisley top. Ellen started shrieking, kicking wildly. One strong arm locked her in place across his knees and he gave her panty-covered ass a hearty smack, raising his voice so she could hear him above the racket she was making.
“I didn’t lock you in that room. You’re not her. You’re Ellen Jacobs and deep down inside you know me. I’m the man you’ve spent lifetimes with, the man you’ve driven to distraction over and over with this stubborn insistence on doing things your way. She wouldn’t have been able to take over your mind if you hadn’t let go of my hand. That showed her you didn’t trust me enough to do as I said. She fed on your negative emotion and it made her stronger.”
All the while, his hand was igniting a fire on her backside, spanking first one cheek, then the other. Ellen wriggled on his lap, but there was no escaping his hard callused palm cracking down on her ass. Here she was, finally in the position she’d fantasized about so often, but this was no sexually charged daydream. This was sharp, stinging, burning pain.
“Let me go, you asshole, or I’ll call the cops. You’re as crazy as she is!”
“You’re staying right here until you promise to listen to me next time.”
“Next time? Screw you! There’s not going to be a next time! You’re going to jail for this. I swear I’ll press charges.”
“Then I might as well do a proper job of it while I’ve got you here,” he replied. To her horror, he jerked her panties down around her knees, baring her ass completely. “It’s already a little pink, but maybe I need to spank it till it’s bright red before you’ll listen to reason and drive her out of your mind once and for all.”
With a loud crack, his hand came down again. Ellen gasped. “Dammit, that really hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to remind you that I’m the one in charge and if you do things I tell you not to do, you’re going to get hurt much worse than this.” He smacked her again, harder, and Ellen shrieked. She began struggling, desperate to get away.
Rafe simply locked one strong thigh over her flailing legs, rendering her immobile, and started spanking in earnest. She thought it had been bad before, but now he seemed to be putting every ounce of his considerable strength into the job. Ellen forgot her embarrassment, forgot her anger. Her whole world centered around the relentless wallop of his palm on her tender bottom. She’d written lots of spanking scenes for her erotic romances, but she’d never been spanked for real, not even as a child. She was stunned at the searing agony a bare hand was capable of inflicting on her defenseless bottom. Ellen felt a pang of sympathy for all the reluctant heroines she’d placed in this position.