A brat so spoiled it takes a bodyguard and a bounty hunter to handle her? That’s Fiona, the heroine of The Brat, the Bodyguard and the Bounty Hunter. This tale is an erotic menage adventure first released in April 2014, but now on sale!
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“Fiona!” Harris called her out of her room. “We need to talk.”
She came, swishing a gold bangle about her wrist nonchalantly. “About?” She knew what the conversation was going to be about. She also knew it wasn’t going to just be a conversation, but she was playing dumb.
“About your behavior today.”
She gave him a curious look, tilting her head to the side. “What’s there to talk about?”
Harris decided to communicate more clearly, lest they spend the evening talking in circles. “What I actually meant was, I need to spank your bottom for smashing up a hotel room.”
She looked at him as if to say hotel rooms are there to be smashed up. “I’m sure they had insurance, and they charged me, remember? No harm done.”
“That’s not the point,” Harris said firmly. “The point is, you need to respect things that do not belong to you.”
“Everything belongs to me if I want it to,” Fiona replied. “I can buy anything I like. If I break it, I bought it,” she smirked at him.
“You’re not understanding my point, Fiona,” Harris said, giving her a hard scowl. “This isn’t funny. There are some things in life that aren’t replaceable.”
“Yeah, and they’re not left in hotel rooms,” she smarted back. “They practically expect you to break something.”
Harris rolled up his shirt sleeves. This was going to be quite a spanking, especially with Fiona’s unrepentant attitude factored in.
“I suggest you rein that tongue of yours in, little lady,” Tom drawled. “Your bodyguard is fixin’ to tan your behind.”
“Oh he is not,” Fiona said blithely. “I’m being nice.”
“You’re being nice now,” Harris said. “But you weren’t being nice earlier today.” He beckoned her over. “Come on now, let’s get this over with.”
Fiona wrinkled her nose. Harris watched her pretty blue and green eyes roaming from him to Tom and him to Tom again.
“Not with him here.”
“You’ve already been spanked in front of him once,” Harris said. “And the way you behave, you’ll probably be spanked in front of him and by him a whole lot more.”
When runaway heiress Fiona Fayrefield hires bodyguard Harris Kingsley to protect her from her meddlesome father, Harris decides that his job includes putting the spoiled twenty-four-year-old brat over his knee for a long, hard spanking when he feels it necessary. For the first time in her life, Fiona discovers that doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, is no longer an option.
After her father sends ex-military bounty hunter Tom Waters to bring her home, events take an unexpected turn and the two men soon join forces to protect Fiona, to tame her rebellious ways, and to bring her more pleasure than she ever imagined possible. But when they learn that she has more skeletons in her closet than they were counting on, will her fortune come between Fiona and the loves of her life?
Born wild, Sierra was purchased by a foolish citizen who could not hope to contain her. Now in the hands of professional pet trainer, Master Kade, she unleashes her worst upon him…
For long moments they sized one another up, trying to work out what would happen next.
“You’re going to have to come on out of there,” he said. “I know you’re scared, but there’s really nothing to fear here.”
“I’m not scared. You should be scared,” Sierra spat back at him.
“Mhm. Now you’re starting to misbehave. I don’t tolerate misbehavior. Come on out of there, Sierra. You’re not an animal and you don’t need to act like one.”
“Not an animal? That is all I am.”
“Animals don’t string together sentences the way you do. Come on out now, girl.”
He was seeing her as she had not been seen since before being trapped, looking at her with eyes that saw her not as a commodity, but as a person. Strange. Very strange. Sierra was very confused by this man.
“I’m going to help you out,” he said. “Don’t do anything silly.”
He reached into the crate. Before he could make contact with her she bit him, her teeth sinking into the fleshy part of his hand.
Nothing happened. He stared down at her, those iridescent eyes drawing her in as she sank her teeth into his flesh just shy of hard enough to draw blood. She was being cautious. He was completely unmoved, it was as if he didn’t even feel the grip of her jaw.
“So you think biting works, do you? Not here, my girl. Not here. Let go. Now.”
Sierra didn’t let go. She’d committed to the bite and usually she never let go until the citizen screamed and ran away. Master Kade didn’t seem inclined to scream and he hadn’t moved an inch. He hadn’t even moved his hand away. He was just letting her have it, demanding that she control herself. She could see the powerful set of his shoulders, the thick brawn of his arms. He could have beaten her into next week, but he didn’t seem inclined to violence.
“You have three seconds to let go,” he said. “Before your hide pays the price for this.”
She did not let go. This was the testing point. This was the defining moment that would shape their relationship. If she let go she would be acknowledging that he controlled her. If he broke first then she would be back to the antagonistic relationship she’d had with the citizen who claimed to own her.
He reached down with his other hand, clamped it around the back of her neck and pulled her up from her hiding place with her teeth still on his hand. Sierra could not resist his grip, her muscles moved at his urging as he eased her up and and out of the crate.
Master Kade did not speak again as he drew her across open ground to the bench where he had sat before, one hand on the back of her neck, the other still firmly lodged in her mouth. Neither of them were prepared to give any quarter it seemed. Kicking, squirming and squealing through her teeth, Sierra did not know what his intention was, she just knew she wanted him to give way first.
It wasn’t until he sat down and used his grasp to angle her down and over his thighs that she realized she might be in some form of trouble. Giving way didn’t seem to be on his agenda, instead he held her prone body across his lap, wrapping his free arm around her waist whilst she continued to bite the other hand.
“This is going to get quite painful for you if you don’t let go,” he informed her calmly. “I don’t want to have to discipline you, Sierra, but you’re not leaving me much choice.”
Sierra didn’t listen to his words. Words were meaningless. All that mattered was the fact that she still had her toothy grip in place and he had not managed to dislodge her. She fancied she was winning.
Without further warning, Master Kade slapped her on the bottom. It was not a hard slap, but it was enough to sting. Sierra was wearing a long shirt and short shorts, both made of silk. They were the only fine things about her. The citizen had always insisted that she wear nice things so that anyone coming to visit might be able to admire her shock of violet hair and pale blue eyes. The clothing provided precisely no protection against the hard flat of his hand as it began bounding off the rounds of her cheeks with rapidly increasing intensity.
Sierra yelped around his hand and almost let go. Almost. Her mouth came off for a second as she let out an old swear word then clamped back down again.
“You don’t want this to go on much longer,” he informed her, his deep voice rumbling down at her. “It’s going to start burning, and it won’t go away any time soon either. The longer I smack your bottom, the longer you feel the effects.”
was fair warning, but Sierra did not much appreciate it. The strong man could not be allowed to think that he could control her with his bulk, or with the striking of his hand. He had to know that she was unbreakable. Her jaw was starting to ache from the effort of sustaining the bite, and her bottom was much warmer than she liked it to be, but she persevered through the discomfort with the aim of impressing him with her resolve and puncturing him with the sharpness of her teeth. His skin was holding though. It was much tougher than the hide of most citizens, more conditioned to withstanding a bite from a wild thing.
Sierra began to squirm to try to work some of the discomfort out of her cheeks and avoid some of the slaps which seemed to land in the same place over and over by design. The motion brought with it a new sensation, something pleasant at the apex of her thighs where her barely clad body met the hard muscular length of his leg. A slow grind turned into a writhing as Master Kade picked up the pace.
The pulsing between her thighs grew with every slap, propelling her hips against his leg. She let out a small moan which was lost in the sounds of spanking as Kade propped his thigh up a little higher and set to spanking her harder and faster.
Never before in her life had Sierra been so completely lost in a whirlwind of sensation. The slaps came with a burning heat that was not entirely pleasant, but her body was taking the pain and turning it to pleasure almost as fast as Kade could deliver each swat. This was what she had needed for a very long time, to unleash fully on someone and to be held through it. To find some hard limit which could not be trespassed against. She seemed to have found one in Master Kade.
Caged by a neglectful master, Sierra dreams of the freedom she had in the wilds, far from the city-dwellers who use women with wild genes as hunting pets. When her inept owner tires of her biting him, he brings her to Master Kade, a specialist trainer. Upon seeing her pitiful state, Kade confiscates Sierra from the fool who mistreated her and takes her as his own.
From the moment Sierra lays eyes on Kade, she’s sure of two things: the muscular, scarred man carries the same wild gene she does, and just as importantly, he is used to getting his way. Sierra has no intention of being trained without a fight, but she soon learns that her new master is more than ready to make her obey, even if that means a hard spanking on her bare bottom. As much as she resists him, Kade quickly proves he can be gentle as well as firm. Being in his arms makes Sierra feel safe, and when he takes her to his bed she finds herself satisfied in a way she has never felt before.
Her training reaches a new level when Kade allows his best friend, a doctor, to thoroughly, intimately examine his pet, leaving her blushing with shame yet helplessly aroused. Doctor Charles is everything Kade is not—debonair, educated, and a model citizen—yet Sierra finds herself irresistibly drawn to his quiet dominance. Between Kade’s wild appeal and Charles’ calm allure, Sierra isn’t sure where her future lies, until she discovers that while a pet cannot serve two masters, she can be shared by them.
Eden backed herself into the corner of the bed and the wall and looked at him balefully. “I don’t need any medical attention. I feel fine.”
“Feeling fine doesn’t mean that you are fine, brat.” He leaned over, his shoulders blocking out the light as he reached for her wrist. She squeaked as his large hand closed over her arm, taking up most of her forearm. He was a beast of a man. Eden had no chance of escaping his grasp. That didn’t mean she didn’t try. She kicked and squirmed and wriggled until her shirt rode up and her pants rode down, baring her midriff and butt.
Naturally, he took the opportunity to swat her on her exposed cheeks. His hand generated almost as much sting as Ghost’s paddle had, owing to the fact that it was almost the size of a dinner plate and it had only the resistance of her panties to work against. The result was quite devastating, a deep, whacking ache which made her whole body squirm with the desire to escape the punishment.
“Let me go!”
“Quit wriggling and behave yourself,” the order was growled against her ear as he palmed her bottom, almost covering both cheeks with one of his large mitts. “You’re not going to win like this.”
The fight went out of her. He was right. She wasn’t going to win by physically scrapping with someone four times her size. Collapsing against the bed, she went limp. Mixer wasted no time grabbing her up and setting her on her feet.
“Medical bay is this way,” he said, pointing a thick finger down the hall. “Or do you want a good spanking first?”
Sentenced to spend the rest of her life in a prison colony as punishment for daring to stand up against oppression, twenty-eight-year-old Eden Wells has only one goal: to escape before she can be delivered to her fate. Unfortunately for Eden, two firm-handed men stand in her way.
From the moment the beautiful, defiant prisoner first set foot on their ship, Ghost and Mixer knew this job was going to be like nothing they’d faced before. Eden’s constant deceptions and endless mischief keep the men constantly on their toes, and though each attempt at escape earns her a long, hard paddling on her bare bottom, no punishment seems able to keep her compliant for long. Despite their best efforts, the men soon grow close to their troublesome captive and her charms attract them more each day, until at last they can resist no longer.
Eden has always craved someone strong enough to handle her, but until now no man had ever come close. Though she would blush to admit it, Eden quickly finds herself craving both their strict discipline and the confident, powerful way they lay claim to her body—sometimes both at the same time. But no matter how much she longs to be theirs forever, Eden knows that escape must be her top priority. Can she find a way to keep both her freedom and their love?