Captivated
by
Jaye Peaches
“My fantasies are dark. Too dark for
you.”
Blurb:
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.
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Excerpt
The door creaked open and he switched the light on. “Please
kneel facing the corner, over there.” He pointed to the dimmest part of the
room. “I’ve a few preparations to make before I punish you.”
He liked saying the word. Punish. To say it in anger or
malice would be wrong. To utter it with a trivial snicker of delight, also. She
had to hear it as she needed it—a desire for discipline born out of lust, not
any kind of intrinsic disobedience. Unlike the real Henrietta, Anna had much to
offer given her desire to submit. Henrietta went beyond feisty sub. She’d
pushed back, implied he’d failed as dominant, while Anna wanted him to succeed.
Anna believed in him and for her, acting bratty was a means to an end. By the
end of the scene, she’d be more compliant than ever.
What a fucking responsibility, he thought as he selected a
few implements from the wall, weighing them in his hands, judging their
potential. A little of this and that to warm her up, then if she had it in her,
he would try a greater degree of humiliation.
“Would you cry if I spank you hard?” he’d asked after one
fun session of spanking.
“You haven’t spanked me hard yet?” Her voice had trembled a
little.
“Baby, I’m not going to harm you, but pain is a processing
thing. Done right, you can build it up, then you’ll find it is the emotions
that kick in. The pain gets fuzzy.” He’d no personal experience, but he had the
feedback of several submissives to know how they liked it.
Now, here in his dungeon, he felt reasonably optimistic she
understood what he required from her.
“Up and stand in front of the pillory.” He lifted the upper
board. “Bend over.”
She was shaking and the surface of her skin showed a
multitude of little shivering bumps. However, her cheeks were flushed pink. She
wasn’t cold.
He imagined the internal battle raging in her mind. To
submit to him, enjoy the pleasure of his control, or back out. She hesitated
and he gave her the time, knowing she was a newcomer to the pillory. The rims
of the neck and wrist holes were padded with a veneer of suede. The catch that
held the upper board in place across the back of her neck was reachable with
her fingers. He’d demonstrated the safety features to her during another more
informative visit to the basement. This time, he expected no questions.
Author Bio:
I'm
an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books
contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration.
If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time
to read one of my books. Thank you!
When
not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes
drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
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