She needed a savior, but never expected a second Daddy.
Excerpt:
In this scene, 18-year-old Kelly Franklin is in bed with her new daddy for the first time. It's early in their relationship, so they are still learning about each other.
"So
even though I found you on the streets, you retain an aura of inexperience
about you. In some ways, I suppose, I am your first, then."
When she
nodded again, he smiled. "That also pleases me more than I can say. Your
innocence enchants me, little Kelly."
"It
does?"
"Very
much so. Although your erotic education appears to be severely lacking, so
we'll begin tutoring you tonight by working to expand your vocabulary."
"You
want to give me a lesson in dirty talk? Now?"
"Oh,
yes. However, I also need you to keep in mind that if you slip and say any of
these words outside of this room, I shall have to punish you. These are big
girl words. Little girls are never to use them. Understand?
Though she
hadn't expected him to offer her lessons in erotic language tonight, she'd play
along. "Yes, sir."
"Good
girl." He pressed his finger inside her again. "Say, please
finger-fuck my pussy, sir."
Her cheeks
burning hotly, she gazed up at him in surprise.
He gave
her thigh a light slap. "That was an order, and I expect to be obeyed.
Disobedience will earn you smacks, even in here."
Swallowing
the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat, she whispered, "Please
finger-fuck my pussy, sir."
"Good
girl." He pressed two fingers into her as his thumb circled her clit.
"Ahh,"
she sighed, her back bowing into an arch as her hips jerked in time with his
thrusts. He knew precisely how to coax pleasure from her eager body.
"Feel
good?"
"Yes,
sir," she managed through gritted teeth.
"Beg
me to let you come."
Her eyes
snapped open. "What?"
He bent
closer to her. "Say, 'I want to come, sir. Please say that I may.' "
His fingers didn't stop their erotic stroking.
"I
don't understand."
His
fingers stilled, and she groaned. "I want to hear you beg for your
orgasm."
"What
happens if I… come… anyway?"
"Ahh.
Well, that would be considered an act of willful disobedience, so I would have
to spank you."
"You
would? Why?'
"To
intensify your pleasure, sweet one. Everything we do in this room will be for
pleasure, Kelly. I don't punish in here. At least not as a rule."
"So,
you spank for pleasure, too?"
His grin
widened. "Most definitely."
"But
spankings hurt."
"When
interspersed with intimate caresses, they can also awaken nerve endings that
feed the pleasure center of your brain."
"I
don't think I'd like that."
He
chuckled. "Maybe not, but you won't know until you try. Will you?"
"I
guess not, but some other time, okay?"
Sitting
back on his heels, he gazed down at her. "That's not for you to
decide."
"Why
not?"
"My
room, my rules. I say what happens here and what doesn't." One eyebrow
arched, and he pressed his fingers inside her again with a little more force
than was comfortable. She grunted, then his middle finger curled slightly and
his thumb returned to circling the tiny nub of sensitive flesh between her
legs.
Kelly
gasped.
"Don't
come until I give permission."
"Please,
sir," Kelly begged, beginning to pant as the erotic sensations quickly
built to the point that her legs shook from her efforts at restraint.
"Please
what?" His attentions increased in tempo.
"Please
let me come. Ahh," Kelly cried out, her hips thrusting back in unison with
his thrusts. Her entire body started to quake as she teetered on the edge of
something wonderful.
"Come,"
he whispered, and Kelly's orgasm crashed like huge cymbals reverberating
through her. Her arms and legs trembled as they rode the waves of incredible
pleasure emanating from the tiny bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs.
Unable to do anything but journey where her body took her, she closed her eyes
until her breath emerged in open-mouthed gasps as her system floated down from
its sensual flight.
Blurb:
After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing
mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no
relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is
finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence
until she turns eighteen, when she is released.
Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer
resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets
in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too
cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she
realizes just what she's gotten herself into.
Publisher's
Note: This book contains
elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If
any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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Though Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking
romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine. In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them. To date, all of her heroes are Dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love. However, part of that protectiveness includes the desire for a certain amount of control. They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. In fact, it is something they refuse to tolerate, and will take firm steps to ensure the undesirable behavior is not repeated.
Besides writing, Kathryn enjoys traveling, reading, attending the theatre, and is a passionate lover of animals, so much so that in 2015 a stray cat adopted her. The stray now sleeps in Kathryn's bed. In addition, she has taken up the expensive hobby of making and selling jewelry
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