Though she does her best to survive on the meager work she can find painting sets at the theater and carving ice sculptures for the decadent events held at the club of the notorious Mistress Caro, twenty-two-year-old Teresa Trioli remains deeply in debt and her situation grows more desperate by the day. There is a man who could save her, but there would be a price to pay. A high price…
Wealthy, powerful Edward Murray has long fancied Teresa, but when she dares to hope that he might agree to become her benefactor, she quickly finds herself in far over her head. Edward is no gentle, soft-hearted lover. He expects Teresa to work for Mistress Caro at the club, where she will be his to train, his to punish, and his to enjoy in any way he pleases.
But even as she is forced to pay her debts in the most shameful manner imaginable, Teresa cannot help wondering if what Edward offers her is much more than just a clean financial slate. Is a romance with him a foolish dream, or could it be that he is exactly the man—and the master—she has always needed?
Author: Rosy Maylor
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 76,200 Words
He was just as strong as she’d imagined he would be and he marched her toward the bed, easily prying the paintbrush from her sweaty hand as they went. Twist and struggle as she might, she still found herself over his lap in short order.
She floundered against the worn quilt with a soaring heart.
He began spanking her, hard and fast.
Her dress dulled the sound of the blows to some extent. It still hurt so much she covered her mouth with both her hands to stop herself from crying out.
He only smacked her harder.
“Oh, please, please, please… I’m sorry!”
“I don’t believe you.”
She giggled despite the pain. “Ow!” And then she had to press her face into the bed to stop herself from screaming.
He continued to smack her bottom without pause or mercy.
“I am sorry! I am!” She wasn’t though.
He pulled her dress up.
“Oh, no!” she whispered urgently. “You can’t! Please. The neighbours…”
“No underclothes?” He failed to sound disapproving.
She hid her face in her hands because she’d already touched herself more than once that day thinking about his cock inside her.
He tsked his disapproval as he thumbed the occasional small bruise that peppered her bottom and the back of her thighs. “You are naughty today, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She squirmed and squirmed over his hard thigh.
He gave her cunt a firm spank. “Answer me with respect, Teresa.”
“Yes, Master!” It occurred to her that they weren’t in the club. He wasn’t paying her and she was still encouraging him for all she was worth.
“Lift your face so I can hear you.”
“Yes, Master,” she repeated.
“Open your legs wider.”
She did so, against all sense and reason.
He kept spanking her there, alternating between light taps and more stinging slaps. “Caro is fond of saying that good girls are always sorry, but I don’t think you are.”