Though Lady Juliet Lomarda has been promised as a wife to the Duke of Barranto, the marriage has not yet been consummated and the task of escorting the bride to her future husband has been assigned to Captain Stefan Ilian. The trip will be perilous, however, and in order to avoid drawing attention to themselves Stefan will take on the role of her husband during the journey.
Juliet is given no say in the matter, and when she protests the arrangement Stefan makes it clear that defiance will earn her a humiliating switching right then and there. It isn’t long before Juliet finds herself over her stern, infuriatingly sexy protector’s knee for a sound spanking on her bare bottom, but to her surprise the painful, embarrassing chastisement leaves her shamefully aroused.
Stefan’s sense of duty keeps him from ravaging Juliet in the way she desires, but the discovery that the duke already has plans to take mistresses changes his mind. Determined to claim Juliet as his, Stefan puts in motion a plan to have her kidnapped so he can then rescue her, bring her to his castle, and keep her there in secret until her marriage has been annulled. But is she prepared to spend the coming months serving him like a common wench both in public and in his bed?
Author: Jaye Peaches
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 49,000 words
“I’ll fill this hole. Then when you’re well fucked, I’ll start to work this arse hole open.”
She stopped rocking her hips. “No, please don’t.”
Another warning slap of her inner thigh.
“You’ll have no choice. It’s mine. I’ll punish it daily if I like. You think a slutty mistress gets to choose which holes I use?”
“No, no.” She lowered her head between her arms, and her hair swung between her tits. He fucking loved her hair.
“That’s right. This delightful collection will be used. And spanked, and your sweet mouth will suck and lick me.”
The treacle liquid she spun in her state of arousal was clear, it slithered down her thighs. He caught the stream with his tongue and swallowed it. She tasted too good to be true.
He rested his elbow on the table, and his chin upon his palm. There he remained for a while, enjoying the sight of her dripping cunt and the scent of her arousal. His cock, wetted by her mouth, was upright and leaking the first of his cum. He might have youth on his side still, which brought him the ability to climax several times a night, but he also had the experience of taming his cock. He rose, kicked the stool to one side, and readied himself for the delicious sound of a hand striking an arse cheek.
He ran his hand along her spine from neck to base, feeling each neat bone, the dip before the rise of her arse, the narrowness of her waist. She shivered, and the goosebumps were visible. As for her long hair, it draped around her face, hiding it. He had to see the expression on it. He found a piece of string in the cupboard where he kept many things and tied her hair back into a tail. He bent and kissed the red-hot cheeks of her face.
She smiled briefly. Nervous trepidation was what he preferred to see, and she showed it beautifully with the trembling of her lips and wide-eyed stare of expectation.
“Time for your punishment. I want you to ask me to spank you hard.”
The trembling intensified. She said nothing.
“If you don’t, I shall keep your virginity intact. Do you want to be fucked or not?”
Her green eyes blinked rapidly as she thought.
“Please spank me,” she said finally.
“Is that what I asked?” He tapped his fingers on the table. His impatience was fakery; he enjoyed the build-up as much as the spanking. Seeing her desperate was a joy to behold.
“Ha-rd,” she whispered.
He cupped his hand to his ear.
“Hard,” she said, red-faced. “Spank me hard.”