Author: Jaye Peaches
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.
Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.
In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.
It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?
Publisher’s Note: Captivated includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”
“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.
The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”
Her head snapped around. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”
“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”
The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.
“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.
“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”
How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”
“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, please ask me again. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.
“Anna. The skirt up, panties down, and part your legs. Fuck yourself until you come or do you want me to drive down some secluded road, drag you over my lap, and spank you?”
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Hi, Addy, it’s a pleasure to have you visiting me today. I must say your leading man sure sounds hot and I love the cover.
Gretchen Williams had finally been offered her dream job. After years of writing—screenplays, various freelance jobs, and erotic spanking romance—one of her book series had been adapted for television. She had been over the moon at the invitation to join the crew on set and overlook day to day operations.
Of course she never expected to wind up as the whipping girl. The main actress balked at the idea of a hand coming anywhere near her perfect round behind, and after some deliberations Gretchen offers up her derriere for showbiz . She never dreamed her bottom would be on display for everyone to see, but the bigger problem is the sudden attention from the male lead actor.
Tristan Callahan knew exactly what he was signing up for when he accepted the contract for a one year term, tentative for a second season at best. The subject matter appealed to him for a variety of reasons, ones he kept to himself. Until Gretchen throws a temper tantrum like a true diva. He takes her in hand, right in her own trailer, proving that he’s been doing very little acting so far.
They embark into a secret D/s relationship.
When photos of them together at a local BDSM dungeon surface and leak to the media, they find themselves with tough choices to make. Will their relationship overcome the scandal or is Gretchen doomed to say goodbye to Tristan in true Hollywood fashion?
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Tristan ran quickly down over each arm then focused his time on her wrists and hands. All those hours of typing took a beating on the muscles and joints there. He carefully rotated each wrist, to increase the blood flow, then let go of her hands. He must have smirked without knowing it because suddenly her eyes grew wide.
“You’re running out of body parts.” She licked her lips, deliberately and eagerly.
“Mmm. It is so tough to decide between your magnificent chest or hips. Both places are so much fun.” Her cheeks flushed a light pink. “Such hard choices.” He leaned down to tap a finger on the tip of her nose.
Tristan decided on the top part of her body first. He rubbed across her collarbone, lightly, then set his sight on her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and softly stroked. Gretchen moaned when he focused on the nipples and he gave them a pinch. She moaned louder.
“Does that feel good?”
She nodded without a word and her eyes fluttered shut.
Hm? He needed her in the moment, and he wanted her to get used to answering questions. He pinched them again but this time increased the pressure. Her eyes flew open along with her mouth.
“Does that feel good? Yes or no?”
“Yes, Sir.” Gretchen breathed out in a hiss as he tugged once more.