I just got back from a fun week at the
Romantic Times 2016 convention in Las Vegas and guess what? My friends
Maddie Taylor and
Morganna Williams stopped by to welcome me home. They brought along a steamy peek at their new romance
Mastering Mariah.
Gracie chewed her lip as she looked at the clock outside the clinic door; it was well after three. She’d arrived ten minutes early and been pacing ever since. She didn’t think she could go through with it. He didn’t understand, she knew that, but how could she admit that the thought of ever having another Pap smear, of being helpless, with her feet up in the stirrups, and vulnerable to a doctor sent a cold shudder straight through to her spine.
She couldn’t do it. Never again.
Gracie spun on her heel and ran down the hallway as quickly as she could in the opposite direction. She yelped when she slammed into a hard chest and fell on her backside at the man’s feet.
“What’s your hurry, little one?” Byron asked with an unusually soft quality in his voice as he lifted Gracie to her feet.
“I believe she’s running from me,” a cool, familiar voice drawled from behind her. It made her pulse race as she jumped again, twisting in the chef’s arms to face Grayson in genuine alarm.
“I wasn’t running, I… uh…” She snapped her mouth shut, feeling like an idiot while unable to stop the awkward stammering.
“You were running in the opposite direction from my office, were you not?” he asked, his brilliant blue eyes keenly observant beneath his arched brows.
Byron chuckled low as Grayson drew near. Caught between these two powerful doms, she had little choice but to accept her defeat. Her shoulders slumped as she uttered just shy of a whisper, “Yes, sir.”
She squealed when Grayson leaned down and tossed her easily over one broad shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she cried out in alarm as her world turned upside down.
“You lost the privilege of getting to my office under your own steam,” he informed her.
“You can’t! I won’t. I refuse to allow this!” Gracie yelled in a panic, changing into a whirling dervish as he struggled to keep her squirming, kicking form in place.
One hard slap landed on her left buttock. She froze, the sting making her realize just what kind of position she was likely putting herself in. “Doc, please, we really need to talk about this…”
He didn’t respond, nor did he slow his determined step until he opened his office door, ducked down—thoughtfully keeping her from smacking her head on the door jamb—then sailed through, closing it with a thud behind them.
“We will talk about it, Gracie. Right after your spanking.”
She found herself set down on her feet in front of him as he hooked an armless chair with one foot and pulled it to him before taking a seat. Grayson kept a firm hold on her arm as he looked up at her, so tall when sitting he didn’t have to look far. She swallowed, feeling flustered by his steady regard. “Um, I have a very good reason for feeling so strongly about this and—”
“And I want to hear it, but you are not going to get away with behaving this way.” With that said, he proceeded to pull her down over his lap and work her skirt up over her hips.
“Please, I’m sorry. I got scared and…” Her breathless rush of words tapered off, short of a real explanation. She wasn’t quite ready for that.
His big, warm hand rested on her lacy panties. “Am I an unreasonable man, Gracie?”
“No, Gray, it’s just…”
He gave her a little pat. “As much as I enjoy hearing my name on your sweet lips, when you’re across my knees and about to be punished, I think sir would be more appropriate,” he said firmly.
“Yes, sir,” she answered softly before addressing his original question, “and I think you’re a very reasonable man, usually.”
“Do I frighten you?”
“No, sir,” Gracie replied quickly.
“Then you should have come to me to discuss your fears rather than running away like a scared little girl.” It was a reasonable request.
“I know. It’s only that… well, I didn’t want to talk about it,” she admitted miserably.
“I’m afraid you are going to have to talk about it, young lady, but after,” was his adamant reply as he hooked her panties in his fingers and pulled them down to her knees.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured quietly.
“I know you are, baby. We’ll get this taken care of and start over with a clean slate.” Grayson waited no longer and brought his hand down hard on her left sit spot.
She expelled the air from her lungs in a rush as his broad palm fell again in the exact same place. “Oooh…” she whimpered as it fell again three more times—fast, one right on top of the other—then he moved to the other side.
“Oh, sir! Not in the same place! Owww!” Gracie yelped as the blows continued to fall on her vulnerable posterior.
“Are you ready to talk to me about what the problem is, young lady?” He briefly halted, his hand coming to rest with fingers splayed wide across her hot bottom as he awaited her reply.
“No!” she snapped, sticking her chin out stubbornly, foolishly, and without the slightest inclination for self-preservation, then clenching her teeth against a new barrage of swats. This round turned out to be much worse, biting more sharply and with searing heat such that she gasped in dismay as she looked frantically over her shoulder to see why. That was when she saw the thin leather paddle he held in his more than capable hand.
“I think my little persuader will help loosen your tongue,” he predicted as he continued to spank her with quick, crisp swats, leaving not one part of her bottom untouched. After covering every inch of her quivering backside, he again began to apply several in a row, hitting the same target repeatedly as he took aim at each of her sit spots.
Gracie finally collapsed over his knee, submitting to the punishment and sobbing openly.
That’s when he stopped and lifted her to straddle his lap facing him. As the wet heat of her sex came in contact with his pants, she emitted a small grunt of gratification.
“Are you ready to talk to me now?”
Mastering Mariah
Though Dimitri De Luca is everything she could want in a man and in a master, the scars of Mariah Charmant’s past keep her from surrendering fully to his dominance and embracing the lifestyle she has always craved. Yet as her trust in Dimitri grows, so does the pleasure she experiences beneath his skillful hand, and Mariah soon finds herself submitting to him in ways she had promised herself she would never submit to a man again.
Her own romance is far from the only one on Mariah’s mind, however. As head of guest relations at the high-end BDSM-themed resort Dimitri owns and operates, she works hard to ensure that the kinky needs of the guests are satisfied, even if that means playing matchmaker from time to time. But when she goes behind Dimitri’s back to set the resort’s world-renowned chef up with a feisty little submissive who is just perfect for him, she ends up earning a thorough chastisement from the man who is both her boss and her master.
Mariah does her best to help each guest live out their perfect fantasy while keeping her own meddling behind from being draped over Dimitri’s lap too often, but her efforts are interrupted when trouble rears its ugly head in Pleasure Bay. With the threat of a violent tropical storm and a dangerous individual from Mariah’s past both looming, can Dimitri battle man and nature to rescue the woman he loves before it’s too late? And if he brings her home safe will Mariah at last be ready to belong to him completely?
Publisher’s Note: Mastering Mariah is the sequel to Dimitri’s Desire. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of medical play, and extensive BDSM content. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Eyes closed, fingers busy between
her legs, Selena never heard the door open.