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The Stolen Bride by Jaye Peaches

thestolenbride_detailEighteen-year-old Nadia loathes the dreary routine of life in a convent, and though sneaking out risks earning her a firm chastisement with the prioresses’ birch, that is a small price to pay for a taste of freedom. When her father gives her a chance to leave the convent behind forever if she weds Lord Arnaud, the Baron of Uxley, she agrees to the arrangement, certain that even marrying a man twice her age is better than taking vows as a nun.

To Nadia’s shock, however, after a handsome adventurer named Edgar saves Lord Arnaud from a band of murderous robbers, as a reward for his courage Arnaud invites his rescuer to both the wedding and the wedding night. Knowing that his love for his late wife will keep him from properly consummating his new marriage, the voyeuristic baron would prefer to watch Edgar claim Nadia himself.

But when Lord Arnaud becomes convinced that Nadia has been lying about her purity, the young bride finds herself stripped bare and blushing crimson as she is made to submit to an intimate, humiliating examination in front of both Arnaud and Edgar. The exam confirms her deception, and she is punished with a painful, embarrassing spanking on her bare bottom before Edgar takes her long and hard in front of her new husband.

Despite Nadia’s shame at her body’s response to Edgar’s dominance, she can’t help wondering what it would be like to belong to him completely. But when Edgar ties her up and steals her from the baron’s home, intent on keeping her as his own, will Nadia seek to escape him or will she embrace a new life on the run as his stolen bride?

Publisher’s Note: The Stolen Bride is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Jaye Peaches

eBook Price: $4.95

Length: 46,700 Words


“I’m not changing my mind. I gave you a command and I expect it to be obeyed.” He squeezed the belt in his hand. “The leather is soft and the marks will fade quickly. The pain is for you to bear. The harder you make this for me, the greater it will hurt. Please, don’t argue; be a good girl and kneel on the ground as I asked.”

Her knees buckled, not in fear at Edgar’s remarkable switch in behaviour, but through a need to demonstrate meekness toward him. He’d awoken a feeling within her, something she had always found appealing in men—dominance bound to love. Leaving Arnaud behind, with his commanding presence and expectations, she’d not thought Edgar could display such similar traits so readily. He was barely two or three years older than her, but in the space of two nights, he’d stripped away the pilgrim and brought out a different man, one she couldn’t resist.

The ground was softer than it appeared, but even so, he folded her cloak and placed it beneath her knees.

“Rest on your elbows. You must bear this quietly, Nadia.” He pushed her shoulders down.

Nadia stretched forward, allowing her weight to shift on to her arms and in doing so, her bottom rose up.

“Six hard strokes,” he declared.

How would she stay silent!

The belt hung from his hand. She spied it out of the corner of her eye as it swung back and forth while he measured out the distance. Then, it was out of sight and she heard a swoosh as the leather whipped through the air, the thud as it made contact with her arse cheeks. Finally, as if it wasn’t real, an afterthought: the burning heat. The snap of the belt stung and she swallowed a cry with a sharp inhale.

Crouching next to her, he fingered the welt it must have created, tracing it across her buttocks. As he did, he slipped his finger along the furrow between her cheeks and touched her tiny hole. She gasped and buried her face in her arms.

The intimate inspection complete, he rose and swept back the belt. Another swoosh, another painful thwack as it crisscrossed the previous blow.

“Ow,” she cried out, unable to contain the exclamation. Tears pricked her eyes and she wriggled her hips from side to side. The bloom of heat scorched a line into her bottom.

Edgar repeated his inspection, but instead of fingering her little anus, he slid his finger down and between her folds. “I don’t enjoy punishing you, little lady, but I confess, I love watching your response. You can’t help yourself.” He tapped her arse. “Four more.”

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