Can You Tame a Brat?

That’s a good question. You can if you’re a cowboy. My next release is a complete 180 from the recent releases. I must admit, I love writing in several genres. For example, my guess is that one of my science fiction stories will release next – and yes, I have several waiting in the wings! Who doesn’t love a cowboy? Especially if he’s also a Marine. Releasing on the 1st. Enjoy a taste of (and possible name change)…

TAMING HIS BRAT

“We’re rollin’! Yes!” Rex Sullivan exclaimed, even though he kept both hands on the steering wheel of the Humvee. They were moving into enemy territory, the assignment the most man with saddledangerous his unit had encountered. The vehicle lifted off the rocky terrain, bouncing down and skidding on the uneven surface.

“Shit, man! You are on a mission.”

He glanced at the soldier in the passenger seat, grinning before touching his sunglasses. Corporal Trent Michaels was his best buddy as well as one of the best snipers in the Marines. “This has been a long time coming. They aren’t going to know what hit ‘em.” He knew the odds. He was well aware that if their position was disclosed by the various gunners located along the edge of the camp, they would face heavy artillery fire. And still, he rolled in like a bat out of hell, determined to thwart the oncoming attack. “Get in position, Michaels ‘cause we’re almost at our coordinates.”

Corporal Michaels aimed his weapon out the window, moving the rifle in a continuous pattern, his training top notch.

Rex motioned to the others in the back of the vehicle before glaring into the rearview mirror. Four additional military vehicles followed, allowing him to take the lead, the convoy moving at over sixty miles per hour. The coordinates had been chosen carefully and if they hit the target correctly, the loss of life would be as directed. He pressed down on the accelerator, roaring past a series of barricades. “We got this. We’re almost there.”

“Hold on,” Trent called. “Pull back.”

“We got this. I’m telling you,” Rex said over the roar of the engine, narrowing his eyes as he pressed hard on the accelerator. He wanted this more than anything.

“Hey, Sarge. We got company,” one of the soldiers from the back yelled, his voice booming over the noise of the massive engine.

Darting his head to the left, Rex lifted his sunglasses, squinting as a reflection caught his eye. In the next several seconds, everything slipped into slow motion, battered vehicles coming from every direction, headed toward them at lightning speed. And he didn’t need his binoculars to know what was secured on the rooftops. “Incoming!”

Boom!

 

Rex hissed, trying to control his breathing. The memories were brutal, kicking him in the ass. You’re a stupid asshole.He’d thought the words more than once. Hell, sometimes they were all he could think about. He loathed the images, the ugliness created from years in the desert. The damn visions had resurfaced, now filtering into his conscious hours. Startled, he sat still, controlled his breathing, trying to remember where he was. Oh, yeah. A night out with the boys. At least he’d have some form of entertainment, instead of staring out the window.

Exhaling, he threw open the door to his truck, jumping out and swaggering toward the entrance. Time to kick the nightmares into exactly where they should be—the past. He was home from the war, his body intact and his brain functioning. At least to some degree.

That was more than could be said for half the men serving on that particular mission. His decision. His choice.

His fault.

“Hey. Hey! There you are. Didn’t think you were coming.” Denton wore a shit-eating grin, a beer in one hand.

sexy cowboy twoHe dropped and shook his head as he took several steps into the crowded bar, the country music blaring. “Denton, you old dog. I thought you’d moved away, seeking fame and fortune in Vegas or somethin’.” Rex couldn’t help but laugh, a quiet settling into his system. He’d missed his old friends. He’d grown up with Denton Waters, once the star of the high school football team. Six and a half years hadn’t necessarily been good to the man, who’d packed on a solid fifty pounds.

“And leave all the excitement in Amarillo?” Denton winked, guiding his buddy toward the bar. “I will have you know that I have a fantastic career.”

Rex knew better but he didn’t argue. Denton was like several others in his graduating class, down on their luck. The few who’d remained in town were fighting to find a better life. “I need a beer.” He needed a hell of a lot more than that, but a cold one would do for starters.

“Come on then. I’m buying. Anything for a decorated war hero,” Denton mused as he strutted toward the middle of the bar.

War hero. He loathed the term and no number of Purple Hearts was going to make him forget what had occurred on one scorching Wednesday afternoon in Afghanistan. He swallowed, pushing aside the wretched memories and plastered on a grin. This was a new start. Coming back home to the ranch to recover and regroup had been his father’s idea and he had to admit, he was glad to be back on peaceful ground. Even if his father had barely said five words to him. “And I’m lettin’ you.”

“Bar-ten-der. A brewski for my buddy and how about two tequila shooters on the side!” Denton exclaimed, announcing his order to pretty much everyone else in the bar. He’d sidled up to the bar, crowding his way past several cowboys.

“Hey! It’s Rex. Glad to see you back home, buddy.” Another old friend walked closer, a shit-eating grin on his face as well.

Rex almost didn’t recognize the man. The once geeky kid had turned into a brawny dude, at least six more inches and one hundred pounds on his once gangly frame. “Shit. Johnny. Look at you. Whatcha doin’ these days?”

Johnny always had the kind of smile that could make you think he could do nothing wrong, but the class clown had been in more trouble than the rest of them during high school. “Finishing up with my PhD in cyber technology. Just home for a break.”

“PhD? Shit.” Rex pumped his hand, more than impressed.

“Yeah. Had to find a way out of this place.” Johnny was all smiles until he glanced at Rex’s face. “Sorry, man. I know you had to come back here. A lot of shit is different now. More jobs created means more income. You’ll get on your feet.”

Rex wrapped his hand around the cold bottle, bringing it to his lips. He’d given himself the same pep talk more than once. He’d done several tours as a Marine, but then he’d come back home to get his shit together as well as figure out what to do with his father’s estate in general. The once profitable cattle and horse ranch was failing, but the only thing his father had left. Well, he certainly wasn’t going to solve the problems of the world tonight.

As he downed a solid third of the bottle, he took the opportunity to glance around the establishment. Not a bad place. The group of them had even used fake IDs to get in years before, consuming two entire beers before getting caught. Those had been the days. Rowdy. That was the word for their actions. “I have no doubt. You know me.”

“Hell, yeah, I do,” Johnny said as he slapped Rex on the back. “You datin’ anybody?”

“Him? Date? He’s still stuck on one feisty redhead from years ago,” Denton snarked, ribbing Rex in the side.

“Redhead?” Johnny asked, his face pinched as if trying to remember.

“You know. That sweet thang who never had the time of day for any of us?” Denton twirled his beer, his face beaming.

“Oh, yeah. Saw her recently. She was actually nice to me, in a prima donna kind of way. Granted, I kinda ran over her foot with my car but at least she didn’t scratch my eyes out.” Johnny shrugged. “You remember what a little bitch she was. Wasn’t she a cheerleader?”

Rex chuckled as another set of memories rushed into his mind. They’d been barely eighteen, acting more like teenagers in heat. He remembered her fondly, enough so his balls tightened just thinking about her pretty pink pout and legs that went on for days. He’d never forget her gorgeous red hair that always reminded him of fire, copper-colored strands framing the most beautiful set of eyes this side of Texas. An electric jolt skittered down his spine, leaving his mouth dry. “Cooper Dawson. And yes, she was a cheerleader.”

“Oh, yeah. We were on Varsity and she thought she was all that and a bag of chips and a half,” Denton snickered. “Could have fucked her though. Big tits, wide hips, and the longest legs known in the great state of Texas.”

“I think every dude in high school felt the same way. But, she didn’t have the time of day for anyone.” Johnny took a pull on his beer. “Well, except for one salacious night. If my memory serves me.” He winked, burst into laughter, and took a step back. “You thought we’d forget about that night. Didn’t you?”

“She was busting on my last nerve. So, I took control.” Rex inhaled, thinking about the infamous night when he’d refused to take any more of her bratty attitude. What he hadn’t told his buddies was how profound the experience had been.

Teasing.

Tempting.

Damn, if his cock wasn’t throbbing.

Denton rubbed his jaw. “And yet he refused to give us all the glorious details.”

“I ama gentleman,” Rex insisted, grinning as the others rolled their eyes. “I will say, the girl could have used a hard spanking. If you want my honest opinion, more than one.” He was surprised when both men remained quiet, not a retort in sight. “What? You know most women deserve a spanking from time to time.” Sure, his more old-fashioned concepts regarding relationships had no doubt kept him from seeing more than a couple of girls in a semi-serious manner. Well, that and his six years serving in the Marines. Attachments hadn’t been on his mind. Sure, he’d had a few dates, even keeping in contact with one girl while overseas, but she hadn’t enjoyed his rather firm hand or what she called his dominating attitude.

“You’re serious,” Denton said between clenched teeth.

“Well, yeah. Just the way I was brought up. Not just spare the rod and spoil the child but spare the rod and you’ll have a wild woman on your hands.” Rex snickered, remembering the line his father had used more than once.

Johnny sucked in his breath and grabbed one of the shots of tequila. “Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing wrong in my life. No discipline for the ladies.”

“Uh-huh. If you can get a lady,” Rex teased, snickering when Johnny lifted his middle finger.

Denton slid his beer across the bar, grabbing the other two shots, handing one to Rex. “Here’s to finding the perfect little filly. May she understand that men are in charge, the head of the household.”

Rex had a difficult time keeping a straight face as he downed the smooth liquor. Maybe what he needed in his life was the attention of a woman, a beautiful girl he could shower with adoration. Who was going to take a broken-down veteran into their lives, let alone their bed? And let him give them a spanking? Hell, he might as well stand outside the sheriff’s office if he even considered such a thing. “She was a pretty little thing, even with her caustic mouth.”

“Caustic? The girl talked so much trash, I think she invented new cuss words.” Denton motioned to the bartender for another round of shots. “You know what? I do believe your spanking idea is a good one. Her daddy certainly must not have agreed. She was a little princess from what I could tell.”

“You mean a brat is more like it,” Rex countered, certain memories surfacing. She’d teased, taunted, and tortured almost every male in the entire school, and even some of the girls. But the one night he and Cooper shared had been… spectacular. Whether she’d followed him behind the bleachers as a dare or because she was curious, the fifteen minutes of heavy kissing was something he’d remembered. She’d sidled up to him, swaying her hips until the tiny cheerleading skirt gave him more than just a hint of her creamy thighs, the kind meant to wrap around him as he thrust his cock deep inside her sweet little pussy. When she’d pointed her finger, circling his lips with her perfectly painted fingernail, daring him to control her, he’d fought hard not to lose control. She’d known exactly how to get to him, dragging that same finger all the way down his chest.

That had been the single night he’d taken charge, yanking her into the shadows and telling her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to be a bitch any longer. Funny thing, she’d responded like all bad little girls tend to do, acting conciliatory, at least for those few precious minutes. Maybe she did crave a firm hand.

And the kiss had been off the chain, leaving him ready to devour her.

“That’s a term. Maybe she longed for a powerful man. You know, dominating and shit,” Johnny offered.

Rex’s thoughts shifted, pulling him into a delicious fantasy of taking her over his knee, baring her naked ass, and spanking her until her bottom was cherry red. Huffing, he shifted, his cock aching, twitching at the mere thought alone. Damn, he was horny as hell.

“Shit. Are you blushing?” Denton snarked, shaking his head.

Rex wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, willing away the flush. “Naw. Just kinda hot in here.”

“Uh-huh,” Denton mumbled.

A quiet settled in.

“Well, you missed out on how gorgeous she became.” Johnny’s voice held a serious tone.

“You’ve seen her?” Rex couldn’t help but ask. He’d been out of the game for so long, he had no idea how to even approach a woman, but the mere thought of Cooper brought back a series of sinful thoughts as well as the same desires.

Her fucking hot mouth he was dying to taste again.

Her long fingers he’d love to have wrapped around his stiff cock.

Her gorgeous pussy glistening as he swirled her tongue around her swollen clit.

“Ran into her at the drug store the other day. I’d recognize her gorgeous face from across the room.” Johnny exhaled before absently rubbing his hand across his groin. “A looker. That much I can tell you.”

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She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets out to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

I have questions for my lovely and amazing readers. It’s funny, I have a library upstairs in my house. Really its a loft where my husband and I enjoy watching sizzling movies and shows, but surrounding the room are three HUGE bookcases. In my effort to clean and organize, I took another look at the contents of the bookcase. Yes, we have dozens of both VHS (no laughing!) and DVD movies, but the huge majority of real estate taken up has to do with books. LOTS of books. Hardbacks, soft backs, paperbacks – you blond with horsename it, we have books from so many authors.

I think we all have our favorite authors, but I was pleased to see so many books written by different writers. My husband and I might be old school, but we both enjoy having an actual book in our hands. Of course, we have several computers, iPads, etc., but most often (especially for my husband), he has an actual book in his hand. He’s a voracious reader so a book doesn’t last very long. I’ve always seen him with different genres, which means various authors, so I asked him the other day why. Why go from Tim Dorsey or Carl Haisson to Clive Cussler. His answer? Because it depends on his mood. And he re-reads them several times.

I think so many readers do enjoy different genres and I honestly believe that’s why I write everything from thrillers to Daddy Dom pieces. I have varied interests and I think my readers do as well. Last year, I was heavily involved in a smokejumper series. I do love my first responders and smokejumpers are some of the bravest souls on earth – in my humble opinion. I loved writing the books, keeping the story enriched with knowledge about Missoula Montana. I adored the suspense and interaction. They will forever be a favorite of mine.

And now? Well, if the 2019 lineup is any indication, I’m switching genres every month. A dominating cowboy piece releasing February 1st. A dark and dominating Cyborg science fiction. A mafia bad boy turned hero. A firefighter forced to face his demons. A Daddy belt around throatDom bridging two genres by itself. And more… And more…

My question is:  Do you enjoy an author who writes in several genres or would you prefer to know what to expect? Do you enjoy a fully connected series or a stand alone series in which you at least have some of the same characters? Curious minds want to know!

As with every author, I think some books hit home more than others. My first Daddy Dom piece is a sleeper, but I admit, a truly fun piece to write so I thought I’d give you another taste of what you can expect if you purchase. And as with almost all my other books, if you have a KU subscription, you can read my books for free! It’s that time of year, at least in a huge portion of the US. COLD. SNOW. FIRES. WINE. A GOOD BOOK. Time to grab a copy or five and enjoy the weekend.

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She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets outcapturedandkept_full to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

She hadn’t noticed his attire before, black pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. In his hand was a black bag, what appeared to be a weighted duffle, and the expression on his face was one of disappointment. “Sir, I…”

Master Dominick walked inside, his eyes never blinking. “I gave you a simple request. Very simple in fact and for some reason, you found it difficult to comply. Is there a problem? Were you called for an emergency?”

“No, Sir.” There were various levels of embarrassment and for her, this was shooting well over a ten. She’d shoved her legs together, one knee cocking and shifting in front of the other, both arms dangling in front of her breasts, as if that was going to keep him from seeing them. She no longer had any saliva in her mouth. None. In fact, she was having difficulty breathing. Dying on his floor wasn’t going to bode well for either of them.

“Come here, baby girl.”

His instructions were laced with a stern dominance. She’d already disobeyed him. Her feet were so heavy as she attempted to move forward, her pulse skipping, mist in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I am.”

He kept the unyielding look as he set the bag onto the edge of his desk. “Come closer.”

Jenna realized she was nibbling on her bottom lip as she followed his instructions, moving to within a foot of him.

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

She gave Daddy a half smile as she reached out, fingering the bag before unzipping. When she reached her hand inside, she winced, another shiver sliding down her spine. Nestled inside were spanking implements. Lots of them.

“Take them out,” he instructed.

The first one her hand wrapped around was a simple wooden spoon. She gingerly placed it on the desk, blinking only twice. Not so bad. The second was a wooden brush and her mind immediately raced to Target or Walmart, standing in line with several brushes that would be kept and used in various places. The third was a paddle, ping pong in variety. She exhaled, trying to keep from shaking. The fourth was a leather strap of some kind, twelve inches long with a handle on the end. Shuddering, she darted a look in his direction. There were other items in the bag.

“Yes, these are various implements that will be used depending on the severity of your infraction.” Master Dominick seemed so calm and collected, as if he did this for a living.

She swished away a strand of hair out of her eyes before reaching in again. This time, her hand wrapped around a larger piece, but definitely wood. When she removed the oversized paddle, complete with holes drilled in the middle, she whimpered. “Whew.”

“Continue.”

The next was a simple belt, the leather scent reaching her nostrils. She did crave the belt, the very thing for a Daddy to use on a terrible little girl. Then there was a ruler, very hard and very thick. The final two pieces were much more heinous, floggers that she knew could bite into her skin. When she was certain the bag was empty, she took a step back, understanding that this bag had been put together for and with her in mind. Her punishment satchel, one that he could take anywhere. Now her knees were knocking.

He moved behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She heard the slight skip in his breath sounds. Did he feel the electricity coursing between them? Did he understand how strong their connection was? She shivered from his touch, some of her embarrassment fading.

“Today we begin. I will help you, teach you, and guide you. This will be good for both of us. Leave the strap on the desk and pack everything else.” He eased the handwritten note highlighting horrendous behaviors off the desk, studying what she’d written.

His instructions were once again clear. She did as she was told without a second’s worth of hesitation, carefully placing the items in the bag. Her fingers slid across the strap and she had a brand new round of goosebumps popping along almost every inch of her naked skin. She half expected that he would laugh at what she’d written, but he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he react.

After folding the note and placing into his pocket, he gripped the handle, easing the duffle to the floor then inched around her, sitting on the edge of his high-back leather chair. “Come here, baby girl. We will start with over my lap.”

Jenna was reduced to a naughty girl as she padded toward him. He took her hands into his, caressing as he spoke, the words quite comforting given her state of undress. “I know you’re having difficulty with stress and that’s what we’re going to work on today. The rest we will handle at a later time. However, please don’t give anyone the finger while you’re driving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is going to hurt. Every time I spank you, the session will be painful, some more than others. This isn’t playtime. Do you understand?” His question was direct.

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.” She knew that she did, had finally accepted that she could thrive with a man’s firm hand and harsh discipline. Then why was there a lump remaining in her throat?

“Then we begin.” Master Dominick pulled her over his lap, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Palms on the floor. Hold your position and this is merely a warmup. Thirty with my hand.”

Thirty. Thirty. Thirty! Oh, my God.She was shivering all over, her head pounding. This was going to make her sick. She had to be crazy. Clamping her eyes shut, she placed both hands on the floor. There would be no adequate way of describing how humiliating being naked over a man’s lap could be. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, which is what made this even more sinful in her mind.

The first smack across her ass was like lighting a fire under her. “Oh!” Jerking up, she flailed her arm back in a reactionary mode, whimpering and not from any pain being inflicted.

He sighed and gripped her wrist, pulling it back into position. “I think we begin again. I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying during a punishment session. Take a deep breath and collect yourself, young lady, or we will select yet another implement to be used.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dear God, was she actually sniveling? This was ridiculous. Oh, no. She took three deep breaths then mentally glued her fingers to the floor. Be a good girl. Be a damn good girl.

PURCHASE LINK

She Went Looking for Cavemen…

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CAPTURED AND KEPT – A DARK REVERSE HAREM

SYNOPSIS

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister capturedandkept_fullplot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets out to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

EXCERPT

Huffing, he slid his fingers to his shaft, wrapping his hand around the base. He pumped with one hand as he rolled his tightened balls through the fingers of his other. Everything ached, especially his cock. With every stroke, moving all the way up the length off his cock, he envisioned her face, her sexy voice as she leaned over him. He could almost feel her strands of hair tickling his chest, and his nipples.

The tension easing from his body, he continued masturbating as he allowed himself to daydream. For some reason, the rigged animal trap came into his mind.

“Help me!” the girl screamed as she struggled to release herself from the netting.

Danger studied her actions from the shadows in the forest. The crude trap had worked with ease, her body dangling from a massive tree limb. She was going nowhere unless he allowed. He waited for a solid fifteen minutes until her actions seemed to tire, her screams nothing more than ragged whimpers. Only then did he advance, the knife in his hand.

Her eyes grew wide the second she noticed him, as well as the jagged steel blade shining in the bright sunlight. He moved to within two feet, the distance allowing him to scan her face and body, as if searching for any sign of a gun. In truth, he wanted her on edge, fearful of what he was going to do.

“Who are you?”

He remained quiet.

“Are you going to help me?” she demanded, struggling again, managing to rip a small hole in the tightly woven material.

Danger was impressed, even giving her a slight smile.

“Asshole!”

“A mouth like yours isn’t going to get you released,” he said, turning toward the river.

“You’re a jerk off. A creep. Get me out of here.”

She wasn’t able to see his full smile. He had no intention of leaving her exposed to the wilderness or the wild animals for long. However, he did require her full attention as well as respectful demeanor. “Not until you ask nicely.”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me? Get me out of here or else! If you don’t, I swear to God, I’ll call the sheriff on you! I’ll hunt you down like the wild dog you are.” When he didn’t respond, she added yet another insult. “Fuck you, prick!”

He simply walked out of sight, allowing her to stew. Then he counted. One. Two. Three. Four…

“Wait!” she called, frantic. “I’m sorry. Please come back. Please! Help me. I’ll be a good little girl. I promise.”

Danger wiped the blade on his jeans, taking his time before reappearing. “How can I be certain?”

“I promise. I’ll do anything you ask. Just get me out of here.”

Sniffing, he moved to the rope securing the trap, pretending he was going to cut the line then pulling back. “Where I come from, a woman with an attitude and a mouth like yours isn’t tolerated.”

“What?” she huffed.

“Yeah, I’m serious.” He rubbed his jaw, nodding several times. “In fact, we handle disciplinary issues the old-fashioned way.”

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Now, see? There you go again. You have a caustic mouth on you, young lady. I think we could come to an agreement, but you’ll have to accept your penance.”

“Penance? Over my dead ass body.”

“Suit yourself. Gonna be a scorcher today.”

She frowned, slapping and ripping at the netting, her face reddened from frustration. “You’re really going to keep me here?”

“As I said, just say you’ll accept the punishment you deserve, and I’ll be happy to get you down.” Danger kept his eyes hidden behind dark shades, fearful she’d see the twinkle in his eyes.

Her face pinched, her nose wrinkling and he had no doubt she was debating her decision, as well as her fate. “Fine. You can punish me in whatever way you want if you’ll get me down from here.”

“Say pretty please.”

“Pretty. Please,” she hissed.

“That’s better. I just might be able to train you.” He was amazed she kept her nasty words to herself as he cut her down, standing back as she crawled out of the tight confines.

She wiped dirt from her legs and stretched, not bothering to look at him when she whispered two simple words. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome.” He shoved the knife back into the sheath and folded his arms, leaning against the same tree. “Now, about that discipline you need.”

“Who are you?”

“Just a man living large on life.”

Her mouth pursed, she sashayed closer, giving him a haughty look. “What kind of punishment?”

“As I said, the old fashioned kind. A spanking on your bare bottom.” The way her mouth twisted, her eyes filling with horror was more than amusing. His cock was aching, throbbing to the point he would need relief soon or face blue balls.

“You’re really serious.”

“As a grizzly bear eating his prey. Oh, and bears adore sexy little blondes.”

“You’re a beast of a man. Do you know that?” she asked, rolling her eyes more than just once.

“So, I’ve been told. Now, I’m certain you’d like some nice, cold water. Let’s get that spanking over with. Shall we?”

“Fine.”

Danger held up a single finger.

“Let me guess, you want me to say, yes, sir. Right?”

He allowed a full grin to spread across his face. “That would help lessen the number you’re going to receive.”

“Then, yes. Sir.” The accented word was followed with a snarl.

“Why don’t you take off those jean shorts and panties. I’ll be waiting for you on the log just over there.”

“Yes, sir.”

He noticed the flush increasing on her face, but he was also able to see her hardening nipples, the peaks pressing against her tight tee-shirt. Damn, he was hot all over. Positioning himself on the log, he was unable to take his eyes off her as she turned away, fighting with the button and zipper on her shorts. Everything about this girl was breathtaking, driving him to the darkest part of his very soul, longing to take her, fuck her. Use her.

Danger snapped his eyes open, breaking the incredible vision, his heart racing. Hell, he was that dark and evil man, savage in his desires. Grimacing, he twisted his hand around his cock, savoring the painful friction, revolted yet titillated at his own thoughts. He swallowed several times before closing his eyes once again.

She took short steps toward him, her head lowered, her hands covering her sweet little pussy. All he could do was stare at her long legs, the kind meant to slid around his waist.

He patted his lap, keeping his breathing even as he pulled her over his knees.

Moaning, she wiggled after being placed into position, her fingers digging into the dirt.

As he began to spank her, moving his hand back and forth from one cheek to another, he inhaled her sweet scent. The girl was hot and ready, her feminine scent filling his nostrils.

“Ouch!”

“Stay in position. You need to learn manners,” Danger whispered, peppering her ass with a series of hard smacks. The blush on her skin was invigorating, driving every muscle to a tense state.

“But I’m good!”

He wanted nothing more than to blister her ass. “No, you’re a very bad girl and naughty girls deserve harsh spankings.” As his hand came down over and over again, the color on her bottom deepened to a lovely shade of crimson and the way she squirmed made his cock that much harder.

A crack of thunder dragged Danger out of the fantasy. He jerked to a half sitting position, realizing he’d come all over his hand. Laughing, he shook his head, but the intense sensations of the dream lingered, creating a wave of electricity shooting through every cell. He knew that he would run into the girl again and yes, he was going to be the nightmare she no doubt feared.

He would capture and keep her, giving her exactly what she deserved.

And what she so obviously craved.

What do you think? Imagine when the other three brutes get involved…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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