Meeting Her Mate – And Her Match

“Hello.”

A deep voice emanated from the other side of the room. Lyra gasped and turned, noticing her companion for the first time.

It was a man. He was a good two feet taller than her and judging by his physique he was also a fighter. His shoulders were great bull-like rounds of muscle, his torso a ripple of muscles. She could not see below his waist due to his pants, but the breadth of them told her that the conditioning went all the way down. He was viscerally appealing in body. As he drew closer, she was able to see his face. He had a hard face, chin and jaw covered in just a little more than 5 o’clock shadow. His nose was flattened at the bridge, likely from being broken at some point, and his high cheek bones were marked with the faint stripes of scars. His hair was dark and tousled, his eyes a piercing pale blue even in that low light. Lyra felt her innards responding to him on a purely animal level. He was the first human, let alone first man she’d seen in many, many years.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Rake,” he said, leaving the fireplace where he had been standing to come closer to her. He moved with an athletic prowl which completely transfixed her. “You’re Lyra,” he said as he came within arm’s length of her. “I’ve seen you fight.”

His tone indicated he wasn’t that impressed by her fighting. There was a slight curl to his lip as he said the word, as if he were putting invisible air quotes around the word. “Fight.”

Instantly on the defensive, Lyra moved back a little, not because she was afraid of him, but because she was going to need the range when she kicked him in the face. He closed the distance. She opened it again. He was much more intimidating up close. She could now see that much of his body was trammeled by scars, some quite thick and jagged. He had obviously seen a great deal of combat in his life, more than she had likely.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Remember you?” Lyra curled her lip up at him. “I’ve never met you before.”

“The night you were taken, you don’t remember someone else being there?”

She frowned. “I don’t… I don’t remember the night I was taken.”

He seemed disappointed to hear that, as if she’d failed some test she didn’t know she’d been taking.

“What are you doing?” She asked the question as he took yet another step toward her.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” He stopped for a moment. “They want us to breed.”

Shock made Lyra’s jaw drop. She stared at him blankly log enough for him to start smirking. A little tingling in her nether regions indicated that her body was not entirely against the idea, but her mind was overruling her baser impulses on this one. There was no way… there was just no way.

“Joke’s on them,” Lyra replied. “I was given the implant back on Earth. There’s about as much a chance of me falling pregnant by you as there is me sleeping with you in the first place.”

Rake’s eyes narrowed at her. “You’re rude.”

“What’s rude about that? Do the women usually just lie back and spread their legs for you when you tell them that you’re going to have sex with them? Or have you confused me for a blow up doll?”

Lyra had spent many hours alone thinking about what it would be like if she ever laid eyes on another human. This was not how she had ever pictured it, but Rake had a serious sexual charge about him which scared her more than any alien monster and it was making her defensive, and yeah, maybe a little rude.

He gave her a long, steady look, those icy eyes cutting to her core. She stared back at him, hoping she looked as scary to him as he looked to her, but knowing that was unlikely to be the case. It was hard to make big brown eyes and a round face look frightening. The only weapon she had was her tongue, and she was going to use it.

“How many women have you had in here?” She continued talking, using questions as a defence. The longer they talked, the better chance she had of dealing with him. She let her gaze run up and down the length of his person in a way she hoped would cut him down to size. “You don’t seem like someone who gets laid a lot.”

The smirk returned to his devilishly handsome face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because a man who gets laid a lot doesn’t just come out and say he’s going to breed with you.”

“What does a man who gets laid a lot do?”

“I don’t know,” she frowned. “Not walk around half-naked. Not… be you.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, as if he was unable to believe what he was being confronted with.

“I’m important,” she said, trying to claw back a little respect. “And you’re not.”

His lips spread in a dark smile. “Arrogant little wretch, aren’t you.”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s true.”

“You’re as important as a pit dog,” he said in crushing tones. “To them you’re nothing more than a bitch to be mated. They threw you in here for me to do with you as I will. All they care about is that by the end of this my seed gets shot deep inside you.”

Excerpt from The Rebel’s Mate…

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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*NEW* The Rebel’s Mate, Erotic Sci-Fi Spanking Adventure

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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The Doctor Is In, And He Bought Ginger…

Ever wonder if your medical professional might be proficient in the use of herbal remedies? Doctor Knows Best’s hero Dr Steven Foster sure is…

“You’ve been behaving like a little brat, haven’t you? You’ve been teasing and testing me all afternoon. And now you’re going to find out what the consequences for that are.”

He left for a moment, coming back with something in his hand. Laura didn’t see what it was, but she didn’t give it a second thought either. She was distracted by his tall, handsome, unfortunately fully clothed form as he sat on her comforter and drew her down over his thighs.

It was a position for punishment, but she was not worried about that. The mood was not punitive. It was sensual and soft. She lay across his lap, stretched out on the bed, and let his hands trace over her back, bottom, and thighs for long minutes before focusing on her bottom, swatting her lightly and urging her thighs apart a little.

There was lubricant, gentle dollops that fell against her bottom hole. He was returning there once more and she did not mind in the least. She moaned softly as his finger roamed back and forth along the crevice of her bottom, the lubricant making its journey slick and easy as he began to circle the tip of his finger at that most sensitive apex of her being.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ginger, making sure she saw it. She had watched him peel and shape it before dinner, but she still did not put two and two together until he explained his plans.

“This ginger goes into your bottom,” he said. “It’s going to feel hot and it’s going to sting, and you’re going to know why being a little smart mouth is a very bad idea.”

Laura gasped and squirmed at the idea. He continued to hold her cheeks apart, her anus exposed to his gaze and his fingers.

“But…”

“I warned you, Laura,” he said softly. “All the while you were thinking you were so cute, this was waiting for you.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“Of course it’s fair,” he replied, warmth in his voice even as the tip of the peeled root began to press against her bottom hole. He had prepared her with the utmost care, but as the ginger began to sink inside her it brought with it a curious warmth that only grew. Steven slid it three or so inches inside her and settled the thicker part of the root against her sphincter. Laura whimpered and squirmed, not because it was too big. It was barely thicker or longer than his finger, but unlike his finger, it brought with it a tingling heat.

“You know, they used to use this as a punishment for wayward female slaves in ancient Greece,” he said conversationally as Laura gasped. “They would strap the young lady in place and insert one of these in her bottom until she saw the error of her ways. It’s the essential oils that impart that heat you’re feeling.”

“Steven!” Laura gasped his name as her bottom began to burn most intensely. The ginger had only been in for thirty seconds or so, but it was already beginning to sting more than she had imagined.

He chuckled and patted her cheek lightly. “Don’t worry, this is just a taste.” He pressed the ginger in a little deeper, slowly fucking her with the hot root. Laura whimpered and squirmed, feeling very sorry for her earlier taunting. She had never imagined he would come up with such an inventive punishment, and she had certainly never imagined that an innocuous little root could create such havoc.

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A Student Is Spanked…*FREE* Spanking Erotica

In the informal budget stuffed environment of a university common room, a young lady is bottom up over an older man’s lap. Her hair is all askew, strands escaping their ties and pins to flail with the motion of her head. Her eyes are screwed closed as she opens her mouth to yowl. The reason for her distress is clear. His hand is sweeping down toward her bare bottom, red crested cheeks awaiting the impact of his palm.

She is being spanked.

The sound of her punishment is travelling through the halls, both the plaintive cries that escape her lips and the regular clapping sounds of the swatting that is impacting her cheeks. He has her firmly in hand, one arm around her slim waist, her hips propped over the hard ridge of his thigh. Her cheeks bounce with every slap, full rounds glowing beneath the skirt which is rucked up over her behind. Lacy panties are caught betwixt her shapely thighs, hobbling her as she squirms and wriggles in place.

It might be tempting to feel sorry for her. Her cries seem to indicate that she is sorry, and the way she drums her toes on the carpet is a sure sign that the heat burning in her nether regions is reaching explosive temperatures.

What has this sweet girl done to deserve this punishment? And what will the mean man do once he has finished tanning her hide? Read on, dear reader, read on…

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Federal Discipline, Spanked by the F.B.I

Case Agent Jack Harley never wanted a female rookie. He certainly didn’t want a hot little smart ass like Jamie Black. She’s devious, disrespectful – and damn good at her job, which puts Jack between a rock and a hard place when it comes to the decision of whether or not to keep her around.

If he’s going to be stuck with the young agent, Jack decides there’s one thing for it. Good sound spankings – a lot of them. He’s a dominant man and he makes no apologies for it. As their relationship deepens, that domination extends outside the realm of the purely professional and into the bedroom, the one place Jamie can actually behave herself.

When a string of murders takes place, Jack and Jamie are drawn into a dangerous underworld of cult violence. And when Jamie herself becomes a target of a murderous mastermind, it becomes imperative they crack the case before their budding relationship is cut terminally short.

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Toppiness and Spanking and Barbarians and Excellent Erotica News

“I am sorry, m’lord,” Aisling breathed.

“I don’t think you are,” Rikiar said. “You are still too wet to be sorry.” He let the pads of his fingers slide over her outer lips in a soft caress. “Look at you, spread, wet, your sheath ready for my sword, but for that pesky little bit of skin.”

Aisling hissed in a breath as his fingers once more probed inside her, finding her hymen.

“This will stay intact for the moment,” he said, sliding his fingers out again, then in a little ways, then out again, treating her to a little taste of what it would be like when his flesh speared inside her. It felt quite wonderful, so much so that Aisling was soon lifting her hips, presenting her pussy as his prize.

“You want to cum, don’t you,” Rikiar drawled in that husky voice. “You want to have your pussy played with until you clench and scream and spend yourself all over me.” A sharp slap to her bottom followed the words. “But you’ve been naughty, Aisling, and naughty princesses have their bottoms spanked.”

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That was an excerpt from my latest historical erotica book, The Barbarian’s Bride, which is currently enjoying the #2 spot in Historical Erotica, as well as top 40 rankings in Amazon’s BDSM erotica and Romantic erotica categories. In other news of resounding toppiness, I’ve reached #96 in the Top 100 Erotica authors on Amazon.com for the first time, which is most exciting. Thank you to all you wonderful readers who buy the books I so very much enjoy writing!