Readers,
It is FINALLY here! CRAVING SUBMISSION is on sale now!
This book got delayed when life went a little crazy on me this spring and early summer. But, I finished the book, and I am so happy with the conclusion to Jacey and Clayton’s story. I hope you will be too! Now, I’m not closing the door on these characters forever, because I just love them too much. But they do get their HEA here in Craving Submission. So, no cliffhanger on this one, I promise.
Here’s the Blurb: My Sir has been charged with murder.
I can do nothing except fight this battle by his side, even though I now know he’s been hiding secrets from me. When one of those secrets turns out to be an engagement ring, I have to decide if I can marry my Sir, or if there’s too much standing in the way of our happiness.
When I’m confronted with Sir’s past first-hand, I have to find a way to fight not just for his freedom, but for our lives.
And a hot little teaser for you:
He starts gently rubbing a hand over my ass cheeks, warming the skin, and leans down. He places a gentle kiss on my neck that makes me shiver. “These, slut, are thank you spankings. For saving your Sir’s ass this morning,” he whispers.
He stands back up and starts with some gentle thwacks on each cheek. I close my eyes and savor the feel of his hand landing on my ass. I do love impact play so much.
The sound of the spankings fills my ears. He increases the speed and force, and I forget to count the strokes, just losing myself in the sensations. In the sound, in the way that I tense with every impact, thrusting my slick mound against the bed with each movement.
He keeps spanking me, over and over again, until the skin of my ass burns, and I can feel the wetness dripping from me and soaking into sheet. I groan. He cups and caresses my ass cheeks, the burning sting at once soothed but heightened because of the continued contact and sensation.
I’m shuddering now, moving as much as my binds will allow. He places a soft kiss in the hollow of my lower back. Goosebumps are covering my skin.
“Thank you, kitten,” he says. His voice is thick with emotion. I open my eyes and gaze at him over my shoulder. His face is alight with his gratitude.
“You’re welcome, Sir.”
“Hmm, so let’s see, now, if I just… Mmmhmm.” He climbs onto the bed on top of me. The weight of his hot body on mine makes me gasp. He pushes himself between my thighs, shoving them wide to accommodate his thick thighs. His cock presses against the seam of my ass and he gently thrusts against me. My arms are up around my head, and he slides an arm over my shoulder, and closes a hand around my neck. I groan. He lightly strokes me there, and thrusts against me. I close my eyes again and just let myself feel.
He keeps thrusting against my ass, driving my mound into the mattress, which teases my clit. The hand tightens around my throat in the most delicious way. Almost too tight.
I whimper, and my entire body goes slack. I am utterly pliant beneath him. His for the taking.
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One willful sub. One strict Dom. A series you’ll never forget.
I am not a submissive. Nuh uh, no way. As a sex therapist, I understand the appeal of kink, I really do, but it was never for me. Until him.
Sir Clayton Schultz, PhD strode into my life unannounced and with the air of arrogance that only a Dom like him could have.
A chance meeting at a kinky conference where I’m teaching a workshop on the psychology of sex, leads to one hell of a night. But Sir has rules to follow. We’re intent on having a little fun at the conference and going our separate ways, but when we get home, and realize we don’t live far from one another, we make it all of a week before we’re together in his bed.
But I’m not sure if I can do this whole submissive thing full-time, or how to reconcile being a strong, independent feminist, and Sir Clayton’s submissive.