Friday, December 18, 2020

Guest Post - 12/18/20 - "A Dom is for Life" by Ashe Barker #eroticromance #contemporary #bdsm

 A Dom is for life, not just for Christmas


He smiles, but it’s a grin lacking in warmth. It is sensual, though, dripping with sexy promise. “Take off your jacket and hang it on the back of the door. Then remove your underwear.”
No further answer is required. Butterflies take flight in my stomach. Gleeful anticipation of the sensuality to come in the next few minutes, guilt at the forbidden pleasure and fear of discovery, are all at war within me. “What if someone comes in?”
He leans back in his seat and unbuckles his belt. “No one comes in here without my permission. You have a count of five, Libby. Jacket, underwear, then you lay yourself across my lap and raise your skirt. Alternatively, if you prefer, you can just leave and we’ll say no more about any of this.”
I’m not leaving. No way am I going anywhere yet.
“You intend to use your belt?”
“I do. It’s been a while for you, and you need something quite…intense, I think, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking me for this. Would you agree?”
I offer him a sharp nod while my pussy convulses again. Without another word, I turn from him and shrug off my jacket. I hang it up as directed, then reach under my skirt to peel off my tights and knickers. I step out of my spiky-heeled shoes to remove my clothing, but Josh gestures towards them when I would have left them behind me on the floor.
“Put the shoes back on, please. I always prefer your submission to be delivered in sexy heels.”
“I’m not your submissive. Not anymore.”
“A few minutes ago I might have agreed with you. Now… well, we’ll see. The heels, please.” His tone is cool, clipped, and oh-so familiar. 
My pussy dampens more as I slip my shoes back on, then stand before him, waiting.
Josh gets to his feet and draws his belt from the loops at his waistband. He takes his time, holding my gaze. Then, the belt dangling from his right hand, he walks around the desk. He takes the chair I was sitting on, moving it away from the desk and into the centre of the room, where there’s more space. He smiles at me, sits on it, then he pats his right thigh in invitation. “I think you know the drill, Libby—unless you find yourself in need of a spot of retraining?”
“No, Sir. I remember it perfectly. Thank you.”
We were always ultra-polite at moments like this. Nothing has changed—at least, in that regard—over the three and a half years we’ve been separated. I step forward to stand beside him, then lean over to position myself across his lap.
The first thing I register is the hard bulge of his erection pressing against my right side. I take satisfaction from this. I always loved to know how much I could arouse him, despite his finely honed Dom cool. This is a reaction he can’t conceal behind an impassive, stern expression or clipped commands. Not that Josh was ever cold, exactly. He was controlled, disciplined, exceptionally firm, but always considerate, and his approach to aftercare was sublime. Josh was always hot on cuddles, tender words, and the most exquisite lovemaking when occasion called for it. 
He could read situations, by which I mean he read me like a book, and always delivered the perfect formula. If I needed hard, rough, savage, that’s what he would provide. Alternatively, there were times I just wanted to be held, to feel loved and cared for, and he would do that, too. He always knew, always got it right.
Today, I need to hurt. And he already has his belt coiled in his hand.


It’s been over three years since her bitter break up with her husband, and Libby Novak is over him. Definitely. All she needs to do is sign the final papers and their divorce will be final, the whole sorry chapter finished with.

So, why doesn’t she?

A slip up in a shopping centre places her on the wrong side of the law, and Libby is horrified when the head of security turns out to be her soon-to-be ex-husband, Josh. She manages to convince him of her innocence though, and he’s prepared to let her go.

So why doesn’t she just head for the exit? Why, instead, does she beg him to spank her, like he used to do, when they were together, and he was her Dom as well as her husband?

Josh was always a stern Master, and he has a score to settle with the wife and submissive who betrayed him. Will one spanking be enough?

As the heat of their marriage sizzles again, who will get burned this time?

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

The first two chapters of this book were originally published as a short story, In The Eyes of the Law in the Totally Bound Over The Knee anthology, In this edition, the book has been substantially expanded to a full-length novel, re-edited and with new cover art and title

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About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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