My Fabulous Guest – Shanna Handel

I have a delicious guest for you today and I’m highlighting the fifth book in her juicy Billionaire Mafia Romance series – Surrender. Let’s welcome the lovely and amazing Shanna Handel! Yes, you can read them as stand alone but why not purchase the entire series? AND it’s FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription!

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SURRENDER

SYNOPSIS

I’m a grown woman, not a little girl in need of a chaperone… or a spanking.I came here to visit a friend, not to be manhandled by some Greek god.He had no business scolding me, let alone smacking my bottom right there in the street.So why did him threatening to take off his belt leave my panties soaked?

She’s an outsider, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take her over my knee.I could tell this girl needed a firm hand the moment I set eyes on her.She doesn’t know how things Surrenderare done around here, but she’ll learn soon enough.As long as we’re on my turf, she’s mine to protect… and mine to do with as I please.

EXCERPT

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His hand smooths over my fiery ass. Cups the curve of my bottom. He starts to spank the

tender place where my ass meet the tops of my thighs with soft little spanks. They’re gentle and sensual and make my pussy drip with arousal. Mewing noises rise in the back of my throat. The little spanks fool me as the first stripe of the belt did. Then the spanks get harder, sharper, faster.

Peppering every inch of that sensitive area. Stinging my skin. Making my pussy weep and beg.

“Spread your legs.” He’s stopped spanking now and is rolling my panties down around my ankles. I can’t imagine what he has in store for me next—but I know what I want. I part my thighs further. The plug moves as I do. Stretching and pulling and only adding to my desire. The cool air caresses the hot wetness of my slick folds. I catch the scent of my own arousal. I feel his gaze appraising between my legs. “Beautiful.”

I hear the dropping of his trousers. I feel the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Only because you’ve done so well taking your punishment.” He gives a dark chuckle as his fingers dig into my hips. His cock finds my slick entrance. The head pressing against my tight pussy. One rough shove and he’s inside of me. As his cock fills my pussy, my breath catches in my throat.

The plug.

His already huge member has me absolutely stretched to capacity with the space the plug is taking up in my core. I’m whimpering, my clit pulsing as he slowly retracts, then gives another hard, full thrust, filling me to capacity.

He pumps hard as he tightens his hold on my hips. His huge cock slams in and out of my slippery sheath. The pulsing nub between my folds bumps up against the firm leather pommel with each thrust, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my overly stimulated body. My fingernails dig into the pommel horse. My eyes squeeze shut. My mouth gapes.

The orgasm building within me is more powerful than I’d dreamed one could be. The tips of my toes barely touch the floor as he fucks me, over and over and over. Every time his hips meet my ass, the plug gets a little push. My clit another rough caress. My sheath tightens around him. Milking him for every ounce of pleasure. Heat covers my body, my breaths come in fast pants. Perspiration trickles between my heavy breasts as I finally experience the sweet release of climax.

Over and over again.

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My Special Guest – Shanna Handel

You know I love having guests and this one is very special in so many ways. She’s enduring something difficult for her beautiful family so I hope you’ll show her some love with her latest release. This one is a stand alone, but the 4h in a series and all delicious mafia. Take a peek and please consider purchasing. FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription!

VIRGIN – A MAFIA BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

SYNOPSIS

Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him.

I didn’t ask for a guardian, but it wasn’t up to me.

I disobeyed him, just to see what he would do.Then I found out what happens to bad shanna handel coverlittle girls.

She earned herself a taste of my belt. She got much more than that.

I knew this sassy princess would need a firm hand.

I planned to take her over my knee.

Then I decided to take her as mine.

EXCERPT

I emerge from the shadows. Dante’s no longer on the couch. He’s in the kitchen. Standing behind a high barstool that he’s moved to the center of the room. His hands rest on the back of the stool. His gaze is locked on mine.

I approach warily. Why do I feel as if I’m walking into a trap? I hand him his phone. Thank him for the use of it.

“How’s Rockland?” he asks.

“Doing well. But I assume you’ve already spoken to him.”

“I may have.”

I raise a brow to him. “And tattle-taled on me?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“He asked. I answered.”

“What’s the chair for?”

“It’s your naughty chair.”

An ice-cold tension rises from my center. He’s got to be kidding.

“A naughtychair? I’m a grown woman!”

“Are you?” His gaze is cutting. His face smug.

“Yes. Look at me.” I brush my hands over my body.

“Pull your skirt up.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Pull your skirt up.”

I don’t want to obey. I want to run. But where would I go? And something about the set of his jaw tells me it’d be best if I follow his orders. Creeping heat melts the ice and rises in my skin. My knees weaken. I can’t believe I’m complying. But somehow, I’m grabbing the hem of my skirt. Inching it up until it’s around my thighs.

“Now pull your panties down. Just until they’re right under the curve of your bottom.”

My face burns. I stare at my feet and do as he commands. Holding my skirts up, I hook my fingertips in the waist of my simple white cotton panties. I tug them down, leaving them around the tops of my thighs. I feel so naughty. So childish. So… hot. His commanding tone, his authoritative stance… it has my nipples peaking beneath my bra. My pussy pulsing in my bunched-up panties.

“There you go. Now hold your skirts up. And turn around and show me your bottom.”

“I…” My protest is cut off as he gives me the look. The one that makes my insides twist… and my core turn to liquid.

But, again, I do as he says. I lift my skirt, overly aware of how exposed my bare bottom is. Cool air rushes up my skin. A gush of arousal immediately rushes between my legs.

“Still pink.”

Inwardly I groan. Shame fills me; I’m completely humiliated, standing here before him, his eyes admiring my bared bottom, pink from his earlier punishment. This is not the scenario I imagined taking off my clothes for a man for the first time.

“Keep your skirt in place. Now, why would I have you standing here like this—a grown woman with her spanked bottom exposed like a naughty little girl?” My mouth gapes as I stand speechless. He’s more than happy to answer his own question. “She needs a lesson in obedience. Obviously the first punishment didn’t take and someone needs to be punished again.”

“Again! What did I do?” My fingers clutch around the material of the skirt of my dress.

“I think you know.”

My mind whirrs, flashing through the moments of the day. A sinking feeling enters my stomach. The bathroom—when he told me to stay, but I didn’t and I opened the door to join him. “I was scared—”

“This is going to be your naughty chair. For me to spank you. Other times you can sit on it and think about obeying me. Come,” he pats the seat, “try it out.”

It’s humiliating. I know I should run, fight, refuse. But where would I go? Race toward the bulletproof glass only to smash into the sides like a bug trapped beneath a cup? Also, there’s the curious pulsing in between my legs. Getting warmer and rising in my core. I stare at his stony face. Jaw set, determined to teach me a lesson.

My knees feel weak, my legs made of gelatin. My bare bottom exposed, I shuffle over, the humiliation rising with every difficult step. My panties pull around the tops of my thighs, restricting my movement.

I’m beside the chair. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I sneak a glance at him and the authoritative set of his features releases a gush of arousal. My body is betraying me. My legs should be running, my arms pushing him away. Yet… I stand here, holding my skirts obediently. Hovering by a chair he has deemed my naughty chair.

“Bend over.”

I can’t.

I shoot him one last pleading glance. He’s not budging. I take a deep breath, angle myself over the seat. Even worse than bending over is the knowledge he will want me to lift my own dress. With shaking fingers, I raise my skirt, quickly flipping it over my back. The cool air rushes over my skin, my bottom fully exposed to him.

I lay over the chair, my stomach pressing into the seat.

My head hangs down. I don’t know what to do with my arms so I grab the legs of the chair. My long hair falls around my face, making a curtain of privacy. He’s picked this stool because it’s the perfect height for me. My panties are rolled tightly beneath my bottom, my skirt up and over my back. My bare bottom is stuck out as if it’s beckoning him, begging for his attention. I’m careful to keep my legs closed tightly together so as not to give him a peek of my pussy, slick with arousal.

I sense him walking around the chair. Standing behind me. My fingers tighten around the chair legs. Then I feel the light stroking of the tips of his fingers over my skin, sending chill bumps down the backs of my thighs. The first real touches of a man on my body. There’s a rush in my womb, my breasts feel heavy, my nipples tight.

He says, “Or, at a time like this, you may bend over it to have your bottom plugged by me.” The warm turned-on feeling stops cold. Is he serious? Putting something… into my bottom?

I’ve got to get out of here. Make it to a bedroom and lock myself in until this godforsaken shield lifts. My muscles tense and I raise my head, gazing at the stairs. I take a deep breath and prepare to raise my torso, planning to shove past him and run like I’m a finalist at a track meet. I start to straighten, but he’s anticipated my move. His hand presses into my lower back, holding me down against the seat. His arm is like lead. He’s too strong. Too fast. My head hangs in defeat.

His hand presses harder into my back. “Going somewhere?”

“You can’t do this to me! My cousin will kill you. He will gut you. He will—”

My words are cut off by my gasp as he gives my bare ass a hearty slap with his hand. I suck air between my teeth as the sting spreads—his hand is massive, and half my ass is on fire from his one spank. He says, “Your cousin will thank me.”

I stare over my shoulder, glaring at him. How could Rockland do this to me? How could he allow this sadist to punish me this way? I can see just enough of him to watch in horror as he pulls from his pocket a slim tube and something shiny. It’s small and narrow and silver. I watch him, wide-eyed as he squeezes a good amount of jelly on the tip of what must be the plug.

My fight returns. I struggle against him. “That. Is notgoing inside of me.”

“Isn’t it?” My struggle stops as I freeze in horror—his fingers are in the cleft of my ass! His strong fingers are pressing my cheeks apart. I clench my muscles as tightly as possible, fighting off the invasion. His deep, smooth voice croons, “Spread your legs for me, honey.”

“Not on your life, sweetheart,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

His fingers push harder in between my glutes. He’s centimeters away from my rear entrance. “Makes it easier, but it’s your choice.”

I calculate my options. I have none.

I’m going to have to open my legs. Showing him my pussy in all its glistening glory. Wet from his words, his face, his touches. Sweat pricks at my brow, my heart exploding in my chest.

I’ll be exposing myself for the first time to a man. It’s a heady sensation—the idea of him getting a glimpse of my puckered hole, my wanting pussy. I could have lubed the damn plug myself, I’m so wet. And he’s about to see all of that. Every inch of the most secret parts of my body.

I try to breathe as I inch my legs apart. The elastic waist of my panties digs into the flesh of my thighs. Air rushes over the aching between my legs.

What is he thinking? Is he turned on? Can he smell the scent that reaches me—the warm earthy musk of my own arousal?

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, husky. “Take a deep breath,” he says, stroking my back lightly. The tone of his words, the lightness of his touch make me feel he’s as affected as me. Making my core throb. I shift my weight on my toes.

The cold tip of that… thingis pressing against my entrance. Pushing gently. The pressure is strange, yet erotic. I find a kitten-like mewing rising in my throat. My body betrays me again. I clench, my orifice trying to fight this intruder. In retaliation, it presses harder, the tip pushing past my unwilling muscles. I moan, the stretching sensation of my ass sends a gush from my pussy.

He pushes again.

More stretching, more pressure, and the head is inside of me. I release a little whine of shame, confusion. But the arousal continues to pool between my legs as he gives the plug one final push.

It’s all the way inside of me.

Now, wasn’t that HOT? Don’t forget there are three other books in the series!

PURCHASE LINK FOR VIRGIN

Others in the series…

Bronson   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07TWZQLJQ/

Carter  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WCCYMG3/

Rockland  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07Z9RS7V1/

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