His body gleamed in the firelight, shadows dancing across sleek muscle and sculpted abs.
“Too late. You broke the rules. Now you have to pay the consequences.”
“I…I swear I won’t do it again.” She choked back a sob as she strained against the bonds holding her in place.
“You told me when I met you that you’re a naughty girl.” His voice lowered, took on a dark intensity. “You were right. You’ve been very naughty. And now I have to punish you. First, your clothes are coming off. All of them. I’m going to lay you across my lap and spank your bare ass until you’re begging me to stop. And then I’ll spank you some more – until I think you’ve had enough. You can yell, you can cry all you want. There’s no one to hear you.”
Cass’s heart pounded in her chest, fear warring with arousal at his words. There was no doubt in her mind that he meant what he said. To her shock, a hot bolt of lust shot through her at the thought of being draped stark naked over the hard thighs of this muscular stranger. Completely at his mercy.
Zander came closer, a sleek and oh-so-sexy predator. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and caught the scent of his maleness – a mixture of testosterone and musk, with just a hint of healthy sweat. He bent down and untied her hands and feet, then pulled her out of the chair.
“We can do this one of two ways. Your choice. You can stand here in front of me and take your clothes off yourself. Or I’ll undress you. But if I do it, my hands are going to be all over your body, not just on your ass.” He paused, giving her time to consider the implications. “Which will it be?”
She tried to swallow but nerves had tightened around the lump in her throat. “I’ll undress myself,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.
She’d already been subjected to his hands all over her. That sad attempt at escape had been a disaster. She hadn’t gotten more than fifty feet into the woods when he grabbed her from behind. The next instant, she found herself tossed over his shoulder. He carried her back to the cabin caveman-style, screaming all the while, with her head hanging down over his back and her feet kicking wildly.
Whoa! This is hot! What is it? It’s the latest from Kallista Dane.
Here is the book blurb:
As an author of true-crime novels, Cass Newcombe has visited supermax prisons, interviewed hit men, and explored the minds of serial killers. But none of that could have prepared her for Zander Coleman. Within moments of meeting Cass, the devastatingly handsome former mob enforcer has broken through her professional persona in a way few men ever have before, leaving her heart racing and her mind filled with images of her naked, bound, and at his mercy.
To her shock, Cass’s interview with Zander has barely ended when she suddenly becomes an unwilling participant in a prison break. After using her as a hostage to make his getaway, Zander heads for a secluded cabin deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains with Cass along for the ride. Despite his promise to release her once the search for him has died down, Cass is determined to make a run for it sooner rather than later.
But Zander is not a man to be outwitted easily, and after a failed attempt at escape she ends up thrown over his shoulder and dragged unceremoniously back to the cabin. Stripped bare and held over his lap for a long, hard spanking which leaves her sobbing and promising obedience, Cass has never felt so humiliated in her life. Yet when the punishment ends at last and Zander tosses her on a bed and takes her long and hard, Cass finds herself not only submitting willingly but actually yearning for more.
Though Zander knows it’s only a matter of time before they’re tracked down, he cannot deny that he is beginning to feel more than just a powerful lust for his sexy captive. But he has a secret he doesn’t dare share with Cass… one that could easily cost them both their lives.
Publisher’s Note: Taken and Tamed is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Ok, I bet now you wonder who is the authoress of all this steamy stuff:
Like Scheherazade of the ancient fable, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.
As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear. Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, scuba dived in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
I’m happily married to my very own erotic Knight, the man who makes all my fantasies come true – and some I never even dreamed of.
Kallista’s Blog http://kallistadane.blogspot.com/
Kallista’s Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Kallista-Dane/e/B00D54IW6M/
Well, Kallista, I tend to stay off the black diamonds at Vail (after an unfortunate incident on “Look, Ma”), but we are not letting you get away without another excerpt:
Don’t let him humiliate you. If he wants a show, give him one, whispered a perverse demon in her head. You’ve been naked in front a man before. Pretend he’s your lover and you’re trying to turn him on. Cass straightened her shoulders. Her hands moved to the hem of the tight shirt she wore. Sympathy for the Devil, the song Zander had been singing along with in the car, popped into her head. She swayed a little to the driving beat of music only she could hear as she slowly pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Getting into the groove, she rocked her hips a little as she unbuttoned her slacks and let down the zipper. She rocked harder and they slid to the floor, pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away, standing before him defiantly in only her lacy white bra, matching bikini panties and black heels.
“You’re determined to show me just what a naughty girl you are,” he growled. “We’ll see if you’re still this proud and stubborn after your ass is on fire.”
Her eyes widened as the reality of her situation sank in. He really did mean to spank her. Fear kicked in, driving away any trace of arousal and flooding her mind with horrible images from the past. Her eyes darted frantically around the room, landing on the glass wall framing endless miles of empty wilderness outside.
She backed away, hands covering her bra and panties. “No. No.” Her voice broke. “Nooo.”
“So you want me to undress you after all.”
Zander shot out of the chair. He seized both her wrists in one hand, pinning them together while he reached around and unsnapped her bra. He pulled it off and ran a hand over one breast, tweaking the nipple roughly between his fingers until it stood out in a tight peak. Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her back over to the chair. In one swift move, he sank down and pulled her across his lap.
Cass breathed a tiny sigh of relief when he left her panties on. But it turned into a harsh gasp a second later when his hand descended on her bottom with no warning.
Hot. Raw. Pain. She had hardly absorbed the shock when he smacked her again. His large hand managed to cover most of her bottom with one whack. Frantically, she struggled to escape, writhing around and kicking her feet. He put one brawny arm across her back, holding her in place, and whacked her again.
A blast of heat seared her backside. Cass shrieked at the top of her lungs.
“I think you’ve been lying to me. If you were really as naughty as you say you are, you’d know I haven’t even begun punishing you yet.”
She shuddered as his words sank in, then began struggling even harder when she felt his fingers slide beneath the elastic on her panties. He took his time, easing them down over her bottom, running his hand arrogantly across her stinging cheeks.
“Not even a little pink yet,” he announced, leaving her panties bunched just below the fullest part of her curves. He started smacking her again, this time alternating back and forth, first on one cheek then the other.
Cass screamed frantically. This spanking was nothing like her innocent bedtime fantasies. Licks of fire seared her skin every time his hand connected. She bucked against him, then froze when she rubbed up against an unmistakable hard bulge.
Zander laughed and ground himself against her, then whacked her again. “Now you know my dirty little secret. Spanking your ass turns me on.”
Whew! All I can say is — where’s that one click button?