by Tattoos
Her breasts were lovely, her nipples large and hard, the areolas dark. I reached up and took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It was hard yet soft to my touch. I studied her as I pinched her nipple and twisted it.
She gave a cry behind her gag and I saw her eyes water as she looked up at me. Quickly she dropped her gaze and I smiled to myself. She was learning.
I released her nipple, took her by her upper arms, and roughly moved her to my desk. Surprise registered on her face as well as a look of fear. I turned her and forced her down so that her cheek and breasts were against the smooth wood surface, her back flat, her ass sticking out, her hands still bound behind her back.
With one hand on the back of her neck, pinning her down, I used my other hand to slide her skirt up and over her naked ass. She now was almost completely bared to my gaze, wearing only the black skirt that was now around her waist.
While I watched her, I kept her head down as I slowly rubbed her ass with my palm, calming her, soothing her. Her skin was soft and smooth to my touch. I pulled her ass cheeks apart to look at the tight round anus.
I stroked her, letting her release the fear. The moment I felt her relax, I raised my hand and smacked her ass with enough power that her body rocked against the desk.
She cried out behind her gag, her eyes wide, and she struggled to move away from me.
“For every sound you make, for every time you attempt to pull away, I will add to your punishment.” I spanked her again and again and watched as her eyes turned glossy with tears, but she didn’t struggle again.
“Disobeying me, hesitation, and attitude will earn you a punishment every time.” I swatted her even harder and I could tell she was fighting not to cry out. “Do you understand?”
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the glossy surface of my desk. Tears rolled from her eye, over the bridge of her nose and across her other cheek. Teardrops landed on my desk as well as a bit of drool from the ball gag.
The feeling of power and control over this woman was almost heady. I wanted to do so much more than simply spank her. I had to remind myself that another Dom would be the one to handle her education.
The thought caused me to narrow my gaze and I spanked her so hard my palm stung.
When her ass was a satisfying red, I released her and took a step back. “You may stand now.”
With her hands still tied behind her back, she was off balance and had to struggle to stand. When she finally did, her skirt slid over her hips, covering all of that luscious pink skin. To her credit, she kept her gaze down.
Her aftercare was important, so I reached out and rubbed her arms, soothing her until she relaxed.
I put my finger under her chin and raised her face. I made a circle with my finger. “Turn around.”
She did and I untied the blouse from around her wrists. I grasped her by the shoulders, turned her to face me, and handed her the blouse. She took it from me and held it, clearly waiting for my next instructions. Tears were drying on her cheeks and she was no longer crying.
“Put on the blouse,” I told her. My voice sounded harsher than I’d intended.
She looked at the ruined bra and then at the blouse. I scooped up the bra and tossed it into the garbage. She slid on her now wrinkled blouse and buttoned it over her bare breasts, her nipples poking against the silky material when it was buttoned. She tucked the blouse into the skirt, then looked down again.
“Eyes to me,” I said.
She raised her head and her eyes met mine. It pleased me that she looked humiliated at having been stripped and spanked...and because it had clearly excited her at the same time, against her will.
“Straighten your clothing.”
She did her best to smooth out the wrinkles, but she still looked disheveled, no longer the prim and proper woman she’d been when she’d entered my office.
I gestured for her to come to me and she did. I reached behind her head and unfastened the ball gag. She made a sound of discomfort as her jaws stretched again as I pulled the ball from her mouth and I set the gag on my desk.
“Did you learn anything?” I asked her.
She nodded without hesitation.
“What is that?” I asked.
She licked her lips. “You expect me to obey you right away.”
“Or any other Dom.” I gave her a nod. “You would do well to remember that from this point on. Understood?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “Yes, Master.”
The Auction series
By Jaymie Holland
All four books available Now!
Sold
Christy finds herself on the auction block at an exclusive charity auction that has some discreet BDSM club participants. Members of an elite kink club have infiltrated, and she’s intrigued by the possibilities. Zach Nikas, an old flame, turns out to be the high bidder. He’s hot and sexy, intelligent and successful, and just happens to have a well-outfitted dungeon. A dungeon where Christy learns what Zach and “play” are all about.
Bought
Roni is put up for sale to the highest bidder. When John Taylor purchases her, she gets more than she expected with one tall, dark, sexy, and mysterious man. But something sinister is going on. Women fitting Roni’s description are being murdered. Roni finds out things about John that send her into a panic, making her wonder what’s real and what could cost her life.
Claimed
Navy SEAL Rick Pierce is being auctioned off to benefit the charity auction. He doesn’t know that a kink club has infiltrated the event and he’s about to get an introduction he’ll never forget. Leslie Adams loves to dominate and tie up powerful men—tying up a SEAL will be the ultimate high. She purchases Rick at the auction for a weekend in Cabo and learns there’s no tying down a SEAL.
Taken (bonus novella in Claimed)
In Kelley’s demanding life, she is everyone’s pillar of strength. For once she would like someone else to make decisions for her, and she has a secret fantasy to turn over control to a dominant man. Then Kelley is auctioned off to Nate Davis. Nate shows her how creative he can be and takes her places she never thought she would go.
Also by Jaymie Holland
“Tattoos and Leather” ménage
Inked
“Hearts in Chains” BDSM Series
Wounded
“The Auction” Series
Sold
Bought
Claimed (with bonus novella Taken)
“Taboo” Series
Wicked Nights: three Lusty Tales
Taboo Desires: three Tales of Lust and Passion
Playing Rough: three Stories of Sensual Submission
Paranormal Single Title
The Touch
Also by Cheyenne McCray
“Riding Tall” Series
Branded For You
Roping Your Heart
Fencing You In
Tying You Down
Playing With You
Crazy For You
Hot For You
Made For You
Held By You
Belong To You
“Rough and Ready” Series
Silk and Spurs
Lace and Lassos
Champagne and Chaps
Satin and Saddles
Roses and Rodeo
Lingerie and Lariats
Lipstick and Leather
“Altered States” Series
Dark Seduction
“Dark Enforcers” Series
Night’s Captive
Lexi Steele Novels
The First Sin
The Second Betrayal
The Temptation
~Romantic Erotica~
“Seraphine Chronicles” Series
Forbidden
Bewitched
Spellbound
(Spellbound includes bonus novella, Untamed)
Possessed
From St. Martin’s Press:
“Night Tracker” Series
De
mons Not Included
No Werewolves Allowed
Vampires Not Invited
Zombies Sold Separately
Vampires Dead Ahead
“Magic” Series
Forbidden Magic
Seduced by Magic
Wicked Magic
Shadow Magic
Dark Magic
Single Title
Moving Target
Chosen Prey
Anthologies
No Rest for the Witches
Real Men Last All Night
Legally Hot
About Jaymie Holland
Jaymie Holland is Cheyenne McCray’s ultra-erotic alter ego! Find more of Jaymie’s books on her website and visit Jaymie’s Facebook page!
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including:
*RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year
*Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.
*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance
*The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award
*Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
*CAPA award from The Romance Studio
Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.
Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website and get all of the latest info at her website and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!
