Twenty-one-year-old actress Chloe Smyth was well on her way to being America’s next sweetheart, but then a very public, very drunk rant about some of the most important people in Hollywood left her reputation in shambles and her star power all but gone.
Desperate to get her career back on track, Chloe accepts a role in a ground-breaking film chronicling the heroics of Paul Reynolds, a stern, handsome military doctor who kept a young nurse safe while caught behind enemy lines, but it isn’t long before she regrets her failure to read the script—or even the contract itself—before she signs on to the project.
To her shock, Chloe quickly discovers that she will be required to live as her character did for several weeks of realistic training, including sleeping in a tent at night and hiking long distances each day. Most out of the ordinary of all, though, is her co-star. Rather than a pampered actor playing the male lead, it will be Paul himself, the very man who inspired the film, and he will demand the same absolute obedience from her that he did from the real-life woman he rescued.
Chloe soon learns that Paul is not a man to be trifled with, and when she whines about the harsh training and fails to do as she is told he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly. More embarrassing still, he tells her in no uncertain terms that she is in desperate need of a dominant man to take control of her life. As the days pass, Paul proves more than ready to be that man, and his firm-handed discipline and masterful lovemaking leave her feeling safe and satisfied in a way she never has before, but will he still be there for her after the credits roll?
Author: Loki Renard
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 37,400 Words
“I want you to turn over on your knees,” he said in calm, commanding tones, “and I want you to put your hands back to your bottom and spread your cheeks.”
“Wha… why?” His orders, in both tone and content, made her stomach fizz with the kind of excitement that had punctuated their relationship from the beginning.
“I want you to present your bottom to me,” he said. “I am going to use it as I see fit.”
Reluctantly, Chloe obeyed. His words sent tremors of excitement rushing through her. As much as he made her blush, she loved it when he spoke with such possessive tones. It made her feel small and naughty, but also quite safe. That did not make reaching back and actually spreading her bottom cheeks for him any easier.
“Good girl,” he praised as she slowly did as she was told, feeling the breeze blowing lightly against her mound and anus.
He was moving around behind her with some kind of intent. She heard a cap opening and then a moment later felt the unmistakable sensation of cool lubricant being spread on her bottom hole.
“This isn’t fair,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you were going to do this!”
“I warned you,” he said. “I told you plenty of times.”
“I thought you were talking about a spanking or something.”
“I didn’t say that,” he said. “Besides, whipping your butt when you have a sore ankle doesn’t seem fair. This is much more fair.”
He was working his fingers inside her bottom, stretching her wider than before. Chloe felt her face flushing with so much heat she was sure she must be bright as a Christmas bauble. She tried to squirm free, but it was a half-hearted attempt easily thwarted by the iron grip he had at the back of her neck, keeping her on her hands and knees as he penetrated her rear.
“What are you going to do?” She whined the question. “I mean… I don’t need an enema…”
“No,” he agreed. “You don’t. Which is good because something a lot larger than the enema nozzle is going to find its way in here…”
She could hear the smile and the arousal in his voice as he slicked her bottom with his fingers, applying ample lube until three of his digits were pressing in and out of her anus with a swift motion that made her clit tingle with excitement.
This was absolutely not the punishment she had anticipated, but it was effective. Not because it was painful, but because more than ever she felt how he could control the desires of her body. He was dominant not because he demanded obedience, but because he could draw it from her even when she was at her most rebellious.
Chloe could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, but he showed no interest in her swelling lips, or the natural juices that flowed between them as her body prepared itself for a more traditional penetration. He wanted her ass, and he was about to take it.