Buying Trouble, PT 6: Publicly Spanked

Eris squirmed in place, wishing she could know more about this man who now owned her. There was a hunger in his eyes, but it was mysterious and confusing to her, though she enjoyed the way his gaze made her feel. There was some kind of promise in it which made images of disrobing him fly into her head. What would he look like naked? How would it feel to kiss him? To be touched by him in a sensual way?

“Come. We will be late.”

“Late for what?”

He did not answer the question, simply turned and strode off through the crowds again, leaving her to follow after him. She did, of course, harnessed as firmly to him by sheer curiosity as she could ever have been by a leash or chain.
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Buying Trouble, PT 5: The Mystery of her Master

Eris’ new master led her through the crowds of the city, not looking back once to see if she was still there. Eris saw a thousand opportunities for escape, and about two thousand for mischief, but her master’s confusing confidence in his possession of her made her ignore all of them in favor of catching up to him and trying to look up into his face as he strode along, his hat low over his eyes as he moved like a shade through the crowds. Unlike Eris, who had to dart back and forth and dodge this way and that to avoid being stood on or outright ran over, people melted out of her master’s way. Where he walked, they simply were not. It was the strangest thing to watch, and it meant that his wake was a fairly safe place to be.

“Hey! Where are we going?”

If he answered her, she didn’t hear it. He just kept walking, his long legs setting a pace which made Eris struggle to keep up with him.

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Buying Trouble, PT 4: Sold To The Scariest Bidder

A brat named Eris breaks free of a slave trader, only to find herself in the presence of a deadly mercenary… my M/F sci-fi spanking romance series, Buying Trouble, continues :)

I’ll take her,” the merc said, or rather, intoned the words.

He reached into his robe, the one Eris was so suspicious of, and drew out a small dark velvet bag. He held it out to the merchant, over Eris’ head.

The merchant grabbed the bag, his face set in a greedy leer. His chunky fingers fiddled with the ties for a moment before he pulled it open. He let out a gasp, then his eyes went wide, and his face went pale. He stood frozen for a moment or two, dropped the bag and fled through the inebriated crowd with a gurgled scream. Keep reading…

Buying Trouble, PT 3: A Hard Slave To Sell

Eris stared up at the man who held her. The rest of the patrons had moved away from him the moment he caught her, as if his personal space was a tangible force field.

He wore the low, circular black broad brimmed hat of a mercenary and blue robes edged with black silk tied tightly across his chest and flaring out to his feet. Those robes hid a multitude of sins, Eris was sure of that. His hands were wrapped in synthetic leather coverings designed to protect a clenched fist. Of all the people she could have run into, this was the worst. Mercenaries ranked somewhere below slave traders in the hierarchy of scum.

Behind her, the trader came pushing through the crowd. Eris was gratified to see his nose bloodied where the flying table had hit it. It was the very least he deserved.

“That is mine,” the trader said, pointing at her. “That little bitch.”

The brim of the hat lifted as the mercenary looked at the merchant. Eris saw his face then, strong chin and jaw, hard, high cheekbones, dark eyes set in an angular way which gave him a perpetual squinting appearance.

“Yours?”
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