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He calls her his mate. She calls him her daddy. 

Upon seeing a beautiful but bedraggled young woman taking shelter from the rain under the awning of a downtown hotel, Brock DiBella takes matters into his own hands, throwing her over his shoulder and swatting her cute backside when she tries to refuse his offer of a place to stay. 

Soon Kat Scarpone is happily soaking in a warm bath drawn for her by the handsome police officer who stripped her bare and put her in the tub despite her protests, but when she attempts to sneak off from her new home she quickly finds herself over his knee for a sound spanking. Her best efforts to hate him prove in vain, however, and as Brock cuddles her in his lap with her bottom burning and tears still drying on her cheeks Kat cannot help wanting to call him daddy. 

But Brock has a shocking secret and Kat has two of her own. He’s a lion shifter, and she’s not just daddy’s little kitten, she’s a cat shifter herself, not to mention the daughter of a dangerous mob family from whom she recently ran away. Can Brock keep his newly claimed mate safe from the mafia’s goons as he and Kat work together to bring down her father’s criminal empire?

Publisher’s Note:  Daddy’s Kitty includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Chapter One

Mace waved to his night security
guard. “Have a quiet night, Joshua.”

“Thank you, sir. I plan on it.”

He walked through the turnstile
into the muggy, stifling New York City street. In most cities the loud honking
horns and whirring of vehicles would be unusually busy and out of the ordinary,
but not for this city.

Mace’s black Escalade limo was
parked out front; his driver nodded, opening the door for him.

“Mace, hope you were productive
tonight.”

“I was, Quinton, thanks.” Mace
felt the cool air conditioning blow across his sweaty brow as he slid across
the leather seats. Muttering to himself, he said, “Why is it so fucking hot.”
Tossing his briefcase onto the small shelf, he reached into the refrigerated
area and pulled out a cold bottle of water, guzzling it, before pouring himself
a shot of Jack. Tossing the amber liquid back, it burned down to his stomach.
Sighing, he didn’t waste any time pouring another, gulping it quickly.

As he leaned back, the squealing
of brakes and honking of horns, a characteristically familiar sound, actually
soothed him. He’d been born and raised here, and been part of the infamous
mafia Cardelli family, and even though he’d distanced himself from the family business when it came time to
settle down, starting his own career, it was New York that called to him. Like
a homing pigeon, he came back to where he was comfortable… and close to his
family.

Mace pressed a silver button on
a console, and the shiny metallic cover slowly opened, displaying several
hand-rolled Cuban cigars. He pulled one out, sniffing the length, closing his
eyes in ecstasy. The warm tones of the strong tobacco from Cuba filled his
nostrils. Lighting it, he took a long, slow drag, the smoke filling his lungs.
He savored the taste before releasing it incrementally.

God, I love ending
my day like this.

It sure beat the fuck out of
being a hitman, walking the city streets, sweating and convincing yourself that
you’re doing the world a favor.

He’d been unable to find work
after the incident in the Middle
East, and his resultant and unfortunate incarceration in a military prison.
Coming home after a couple of years in the brig, Mace decided to become an
enforcer for a bit. But he drew a line. Having watched more than his share of
tragedies as a kid, he vowed he would never kill innocents. Ever. No women. No
children.

Mace would only eliminate
killers—known and confirmed thugs and pieces of shit—those who deserved to die,
those criminals who had in some sense asked to be killed. He’d destroy them,
removing all trace of their existence, protecting society—his small part of New
York City, and his family—as well as other families from these scum.

As an ex-Navy SEAL, he was
methodical and thorough. Once given an assignment, Mace would plan his every
move, taking into account every detail, and covering his tracks.

He was good. Maybe too good at
his previous job. His skill set was in high demand by the Cardellis and other
mafia families. Mace worked on many cases.

But the time came for him to
leave. The emotional wear and tear had been more than he’d anticipated. The
money had been fantastic for the few years he’d been involved. He became debt
free and stocked up on his savings.

He’d acquired enough to invest
in a startup IT business, fixing computer issues and programming for small
business and personal users.

Cardelli IT had become a
well-known name, and he’d branched out into five offices in the bustling
Manhattan area. Not too shabby for someone who had started the business out of
desperation.

It didn’t seem to take long for
his driver to pull up in front of his building, even though it was easily
thirty minutes from work. Although he could have a posh flat in Manhattan, Mace
preferred his own place, not far from the neighborhood he grew up in. The
community was a bit rougher than someone of his wealth would typically have
preferred, but Mace didn’t mind. The familiarity reminded him of his youth.

“Sir, we’re here.”

“Thanks, Quinton. I’ll see you
tomorrow.” He opened the door, popping his cigar between his teeth, grasping
his briefcase before shutting the door. Quinton would park the vehicle in a
nearby garage protected by guards.

Routinely he had Quinton drop
him off five blocks away so he could walk to his house. Today, a girl shouted
in a nearby alley, catching his attention. Waving to Quinton, Mace opened the
door. “Stay here a minute, Quinton. Something is up in that alley. I may need
your help.”

“Okay, sir. You want me to come
with you?”

“No, I’ll be all right. Just
stay here, in case.” Shutting the door, Mace listened for a bit longer before
moving toward the alley.

“You can’t go, can’t break up
with me. I won’t allow it.” A deep voice carried through the breeze, the words
growled more than spoken.

The girl laughed mockingly. “Allow
it? You must be crazy! I’ll leave when I want… which is now.”

“Maybe I’ll force you. I can
force you to do anything I want; I have contacts. Contacts that will take care
of you.” His deep chuckle had Mace shaking his head. He held a finger up to his
driver to continue waiting; this was going to get ugly. Soon.

“You crazy fucker. I’m not going
to stay in a situation like this!” Her voice was almost hysterical, high
pitched and screechy. Enough panic laced her words that Mace eased closer to
the alley.

“Bitch, you don’t get to tell me
what you will and won’t do.”

Slap!

A hand meeting flesh had Mace’s
hackles rising. Nobody hit a woman. Not within his hearing or sight. The
scuffle of clothing and a hard thud to the ground had Mace walking toward the
scene.

The girl shouted even louder;
soon there would be a crowd. Mace needed to intervene now, or it would be a
spectacle. “Get off of me. I’ll scream! I swear, you fucking bastard, I’ll
fucking kill you in your sleep!”

The man slapped her again. “You
fucking cunt! You ain’t goin’ to do nothing! I’ll finish you off now.”

Rounding the corner undetected,
Mace broke into a run, snatched the gun from the man’s hand, and held it to the
slime ball’s chest.

Startled, the man spun his head around,
still sitting on top of the girl. “Mace?”

“Fuck you, Giorgio. You picked
the wrong day and place to screw with this woman. You’re not killing her.”
Pulling the trigger, Mace finished him off.

Mace had run across this piece
of shit before. He wouldn’t be missed on these streets. Many in the business
wanted nothing to do with him, and would only hire him if no one else was
available. The asshole was underhanded, which in some respects was a good thing
here in New York City working for the crime bosses, but there came a time when
the family couldn’t trust someone like this. This business was all about trust.

“Oh, fuck! Get him off of me.”
The girl’s green eyes were wide with fear, and panic had set in while she
clawed at the lummox lying on top of her.

Giorgio had fallen forward,
covering the poor girl’s upper body, and by the looks of her, breathing had
become an enormous struggle.

Mace dragged the vile scum off,
tossing him aside, and he pulled her to stand. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
He brushed away blood from her face with his thumbs.

“Kyleigh. Kyleigh Pizzulo.” Her
dark brown hair draped over her shoulders, the waves of curls framing her face,
and tears glistened in her green eyes. “He’s in the mafia.” Her wide eyes
searched Mace’s face.

“I know, baby.” He grasped a
curl, tucking it behind her ear. She only came to the middle of his chest—she
was so petite and tiny. That fucking idiot had tried to rape her, and if Mace
hadn’t intervened he would have, more than likely, killed her as well.

“I told him… I couldn’t… I
wouldn’t have anything to do with him. I wanted out, and he said he’d kill me
first.”

Tilting her chin up with his
forefinger, he kept his voice measured. “Kyleigh, we need to get out of here.
The gunshot will alarm people, and his mafia family will come after you since
you were the last one with him. I need to bring you to my house and keep you
safe.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m going home. I’ll be
fine.” She turned to leave, obviously thinking she’d just walk home.

“No, baby. I have to get you to
my house. They won’t suspect me or my house as being involved. I have to work
on my alibi. But you? They’ll search for you immediately. This discussion is
over, and you’re coming with me.” Mace grasped her petite upper arm in his
hand, easily encircling the girth, and dragged her from the alley.

“Fuck you!” She kicked her legs
out, catching his shin.

“Goddammit!” He placed his hand
over the crown of her head, keeping her easily in his grip but far enough away
to lessen any further damage.

Kyleigh kicked and swung her
arms, her fists barely missing him. Her face turned red with her efforts, and
he swore the air must be blue with the invectives spewing from her mouth.

“You fucking sonofabitch! I’ll
cut your pansy ass.”

Chuckling at her feisty nature,
he shook his head in amazement. He had to give her credit; she was a fighter.

“You shut your whore mouth, you
goddamn cunt!” She screeched her response, doubling down on her efforts,
turning her upper body into a veritable whirlwind.

“That’s it.” He whistled loudly
for Quinton. Mace then grabbed the tie from his neck, wadding it up and jamming
it into her mouth. “This will keep the swearing down. And the noise.” Then
undoing his belt, he tied her hands behind her back.

“Sorry about this but you’re not
cooperating, and I need to get you to safety. It’d be nice if you would show a
bit of appreciation for my efforts and realize I’m saving your ass.”

She groaned, screeching behind
the gag, and he tossed her up onto his shoulder. She grunted with the force of
his shoulder jamming into her belly.

“You and I are going to tussle,
girl. I don’t tolerate such behavior… not well, at least. I’m in charge, no
matter who it is and who’s around. You’ll be no different.”

Rounding the corner, leaving the
alley, Mace jogged to his vehicle, dumping her into the backseat of the limo
and slamming the door shut. “Quinton, go home!”

“Fuck.” Pulling into traffic,
Quinton drove the short few blocks to Mace’s house. Looking over his shoulder,
he asked, “What the fuck happened over there? And who is she?”

Mace looked over at Kyleigh,
whose green eyes were huge, darting, taking in both Quinton and him. She had
tucked herself into the corner of the seat, and for all intents and purposes
was nothing more than a cornered animal. “You’re better off not knowing, my
friend. Let me get this girl into my place. Call me tomorrow; I may not be
going into work. Might just work at home. Thanks for holding the car for me.”

“Of course, sir.” Quinton’s dark
eyes watched both of them through the rearview mirror, his eyebrows furrowed in
confusion.

Mace opened his door and exited
the car. Bending over, he grasped Kyleigh’s hips in an attempt to pull her out.

She pulled her foot back and
came within a fraction of an inch from kicking him square in the face.

In reaction, Mace snatched her
ankle, twisting her a bit sideways and smacked the back of her right thigh
several times—hard. “You. Will. Not. Kick me in the. Face. Clear?”

Narrowing her gaze, she let loose
with a bunch of shit that thankfully he couldn’t understand due to the
temporary gag.

“We’re going, Kyleigh. You can
walk, or I’ll carry you. The choice is yours.” He grabbed her ankle, and
blessedly she didn’t kick this time.

At least she
learned.

Dragging her across the seat, he
placed both feet on the ground, helping her out, but when her legs began
kicking at him once again, he tossed her recklessly over his shoulder, doing
his best to keep the chaos—and noise—to a minimum.

It would have been nice if she
stayed still. But, no. Instead, she thrashed her body around, flopping like a
fish out of water. It was a good thing he’d been trained as a Navy SEAL. There
wasn’t much he wasn’t prepared for and dealing with this brat was nothing.
Still, his patience was wearing thin.

“When we get inside, we’re
having a long discussion.” Fumbling in his pocket, Mace found his keys, and for
the hundredth time in an hour was thankful Kyleigh had a gag in her mouth. Her
keening was annoying enough, but at least it wouldn’t be easily heard.

The door flung open, and he
quickly walked in, shutting and dead-bolting the door, engaging the security
system so he’d know if a door opened, alerting him if she tried to escape.

It was then her foot caught him
in the shin—in the exact same spot as the kick before—and if he were asked
later, he’d admit it was when he decided a lesson needed to be learned. Now.

“Just remember you asked for
this.” Mace grabbed her by the hand, yanking her forward, and bent her over,
bracing her hips with his leg with an arm around her waist. He spanked her
jeans-covered backside several times. “You will not kick me again, or these
pants come down. Clear?”

He stood her up, taking the gag
out of her mouth, and with his forefinger pointed at her in a warning he said, “Don’t
even think about it.”

Both of her hands cupped her
backside, her lips pursed in an adorable pout. “You… you spanked me.”

The shock lacing her words had
him chuckling in response, and he nodded slowly. “Yes. Yes, I did, and we can
discuss it again, any time of your choosing. You’ll keep your hands and feet to
yourself.”

“Fucker.” She grit her teeth,
and if she had been blessed with magical powers, she would have smitten him
already with laser beams from her eyes.

“And that mouth?” He grabbed her by the elbow, taking a bit of satisfaction that she backed up in fear when he approached her. Every sassy girl needed a healthy dose of fear. He dragged the reluctant brat with him into the living room, depositing her onto the couch. “Sit. Stay.”

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Chapter One

“Grab her! Don’t let her go. She
could destroy the purification process.”

Sierra Dawson swung her fist,
landing it directly onto the yelling and chasing guard’s nose, blood gushing,
and a tooth falling out of his mouth. She didn’t see the rest of the damage she
caused, because, spinning in a circle, she adeptly avoided his hand and ran as
fast as she could down the main road of The Cleansed.

The people of The Cleansed were
proud—and foolish—assuming they would always survive in their filtered and
environmentally controlled sector. Living under The Dome meant citizens from The
Aberration, The Tormented, and The Invincibles couldn’t and wouldn’t trespass
upon their sterile, elite city.

Ignorant, proud
assholes. I’ve proven them wrong. I made it into The Dome.

Sierra lived in an area called
The Invincibles, a community hidden in the dense forests and rural areas of the
Northeast, the last remnants of former America, now termed The Old Americas.

Her sneaker-covered feet pounded
on the sidewalk, the muscles in her legs and lungs aching and burning. She
coughed, more than likely due to the chemicals in the air. Her body was
unfamiliar with their purification chemicals.

Shit! God only knows
what they’re doing to my body.

A hand grabbed her shirt and a
mammoth soldier swung her in a circle, bringing her nose to nose with him.

His foul breath smelled of
chemicals. “You’ll pay, you fucking filthy Invincible. What do you think you’re
doing in our Dome? You don’t belong here. You know I have the government’s
authority to shoot you between the eyes, right?”

She didn’t answer, gritting her
teeth until they ached.

He shook her until her vision
blurred. “Answer me, you dirty bitch!”

Snapping her teeth—hard—she
narrowly missed biting off the end of his bulbous red nose. “Call me a bitch
again, and I’ll take away your ability to smell, you fucking asshole.”

The middle-aged man furrowed his
dark eyebrows, growling deep within his chest. “How about you try and we’ll see
what happens, little girl.”

Sierra lunged forward, making
good on her promise, only to find herself put into a stranglehold and dragged
unceremoniously down the sidewalk.

“Montrae, I have a wild one over
here. Do you think the institution wants her?”

Montrae was much younger with
dark hair and a scrunched up and bloody nose, and the hulking man put both
hands up halting their progress. “Keep her away from me. The nasty cunt. The
government always wants the intruders, Johnson, you know that. Especially those
from The Invincible quadrant. She’s probably diseased as fuck, too. Bring her
to The Oblivion and I’ll call Dr. Strong.”

“Will do.” Johnson’s large hand
squeezed the back of her neck, hauling her toward a yellow-stoned building. All
the windows were barred, and the manicured landscaping and upkeep said The
Cleansed gave great importance to that institution. They spent a great deal of
time monitoring who came and left the building, keeping diligent figures and
records in regards to the procedures taken with the citizens of the New Americas.

Sierra had heard many tales of
what happened in the medical facility known as The Oblivion. Now she’d find out
firsthand.

*
* *

Kaigen LeBlanc felt his phone
vibrate in his pocket, and extracted it. He saw that it was his contact at the
Institute—The Oblivion Cooperation.

“Dr. Strong, I’m surprised to
hear from you. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, Mr.
LeBlanc. I have some good news… or at least I believe it’s good news. We have
taken into captivity a woman from The Invincibles. She just turned eighteen…” The
sound of papers being shuffled along with the clicking of a keypad let Kaigen
know that Dr. Strong was rifling through his files. “She turned eighteen today.”

“Today? Eighteen? I barely
remember what an eighteen-year-old is like any longer. I almost forgot we
actually have a section of the New Americas which has people in that age range…
and younger.”

“I know, I know. I need to get
sent on a mission out there to get more of them here under The Dome. But
regardless, it is why I’m calling you. I mean… when would a chance like this
occur again, right?”

“No shit. Is she healthy?”
Kaigen leaned back in his chair, staring out of his wall of floor-to-ceiling
windows that overlooked the Cleansed City under The Dome. It barely resembled
its former self—Dallas, Texas. And, from what he’d heard over the years, it was
only a shadow of what it was like before the purification process occurred. The
whole of the Southeast of Old America was now The Cleansed portion of New
America.

“Our initial testing indicates
she has had all the vaccinations, assuring she’ll live thousands of years, as
required by the Enigma Syndicate and she’s free from the serious illnesses of The
Aberrations. I haven’t done her medical exam yet, I wanted to call you first.
If you can be here within the next… half hour, I’ll delay the procedures until
you arrive. I’ll feed and hydrate her. Does that work for you?”

Looking at the holo on the
ceiling that gave him a constant feed of weather and time, Kaigen nodded to
himself. It indicated it was eleven-thirty in the morning. “Yes, sir. I’ll be
there within fifteen minutes. Thank you for remembering me.”

“She’s a beauty. You’ll be
pleased, I’m pretty sure of it. Of course, we still have the detailed exam and
testing to complete before we see her real picture, as well as her mandatory
training. But a specimen of this caliber is as pure as driven snow.”

Kaigen’s cock stirred behind his
pants. With the heel of his hand, he pressed on the area, and it lengthened
with the contact.

Christ!

“Indeed, she sounds perfect. And
Dr. Strong, I’ll remind you to not call her a specimen, ever again. Clear?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

Only I will refer
to her in derogatory terminology. If and when I deem appropriate.

“One more question, Strong. How
was she dressed when you found her?”

The pause from the doctor was
long enough this time that Kaigen wondered if he would have to justify his
question, elaborating on what exactly he was looking for as an answer.

“Uh… well, she had on a short
pink skirt with a fluffy white sweater. It was much too short for The Oblivion
Institute’s approval; we discarded it immediately. Those Invincibles allow
their women to dress scantily. As you know we prefer demure attire for women
much more than seductive.”

Kaigen released his cock from
behind the confines of his trousers; the hot silky length throbbed within his
hand. He stroked it, a drop of semen beading on the bulbous head. With a swipe
of his thumb, he smoothed the silky cream over the sensitive tip, his hips
thrusting. “Bring the skirt back, Timothy. Can you tell me… what she wore on
her feet?”

Another long pause and Dr.
Strong murmured, “She had on knee socks and pink canvas sneakers.”

Clearing his throat, he regained
his composure and voice. “I’ll be right there.” Kaigen clicked the phone off. Could it be true? Could he have found his
girl? Finally?

He quickly jerked himself to
completion, cleaning himself up well, before tucking his generous, still
semi-hard cock back behind his pants. Snatching his phone and keys, he powered
down his computer and other items in his office before racing to The Oblivion
Institute.

“Time to buy my girl.”

My girl.

He smiled to himself. He’d be
coming home to a different life. If he came home at all.

Chapter Two

Sierra sat on the hard table, in
what appeared to be an exam room at The Oblivion. She surveyed the room, shivering,
her fingers turning bluish with the chill. Her too-thin gossamer gown barely
concealed her body or gave it warmth.

Sterile.

Shiny metal tables and counters
gleamed under the artificial, too-bright lights. Clear containers held swabs
and tubes of only God knows what, along with trays of needles, long-handled
tweezers, and syringes.

Her mother hated doctors and
hospitals, which was how Sierra’s family had ended up in the area known as The
Invincibles. They had become part of the New Americas, occupying an area from
Pennsylvania up to Maine. Her people, her clan, and tribe resisted the new
systems.

The Cleansed believed in
obliterating anything that wasn’t sterile and new. Clean air. Purified water.

Society had become overrun with
people. Overpopulation had become a worldwide issue, not just in America. The
solution—no more children. Sterilize all men and women.

But her parents had moved to the
mountains in Pennsylvania—formerly known as the Poconos—and had hidden in the
dense forests there, relying upon the land for their resources, hunting for
their livelihood and sustenance.

Home.

She wondered when she’d go back
there again.

Someday, maybe.

The government had eventually
found The Invincibles, encouraging them to obtain the FOY injection—Fountain of
Youth. The injection extended their lives for hundreds of years (possibly
thousands).

And although her tribe as they called themselves feared
interference from the government, they did accept this vaccination voluntarily
with the agreement that they would be sequestered to the Northeast—an area
dubbed by the government as The Invincibles.

But, The Invincibles could not
under any circumstances trespass into The Dome where The Cleansed lived or they
would be immediately captured and detained at The Oblivion Institute for
purification and training.

Sierra had known these rules.
Had sworn she would stay within the boundaries of The Invincibles. She knew the
consequences of her actions and came to this area fully aware.

However, looking around the room,
she couldn’t imagine how she’d come to the conclusion that leaving The
Invincibles was a good choice. She wanted to view the technological realm that
was The Cleansed, wanted to view with her own eyes the advancements of this
society. But now, looking at the counter near her, she worried about the tools,
sterilization that would take away her fertility, and the cleansing process
that could change her life forever.

Would it hurt?
Will I bleed?

Possibly.

Although she considered herself
resourceful and brave in most circumstances, this had her frightened and her
mother’s fears were ringing in her ears and repeating over and over.

They will change
who you are. You will die alone in a foreign land, forgetting who you are.
Never let them touch you. Never go down without a fight. Always use the weapons
at hand to fight for your fertility. It is a prize.

The door opened and Dr. Strong
came back in with another gentleman. The stranger was tall with dark hair and
eyes. He had a short military-style haircut, his eyes so black she couldn’t see
the pupils.

Penetrating.

His stare bored into her soul,
making her squirm on the hard metal table.

“Here she is, Kaigen.”

The serious man walked up to her
as if stalking his prey. He sauntered around the table, not taking his gaze from
her except to glide it along her body and she wondered if he had super-human
abilities that enabled him to see through her skimpy gown.

Sierra wrapped her arms around
her body and shivered.

Kaigen growled deep within his
chest. “Arms down. Now.”

Usually, a command given with
such attitude would have elicited an appropriate reply of fuck you, but shockingly Sierra found herself obeying—quickly.

“Good girl.”

Having made a complete
revolution of the table, he stopped in front of her, near her feet, his hands clasped
behind him and he nodded slowly. Responding without taking his eyes off of her,
he said, “She’s very fine, indeed. When may I take her home?”

“Home? We have tests which need
to be completed and she’ll require training. The natives from The Invincibles
area are… well, sir, let’s just say… they’re a bit savage.” Dr. Strong raised
an eyebrow toward Kaigen and tsked loudly, shaking his head as if the prospect
of dealing with her was beneath him.

“I know how to deal with savages;
once they are given discipline and order, any mammal—human or otherwise—falls
into line.”

Mammal? Did he
just call me an animal?

“Fuck you, asswipe! I am no
savage… or mammal. That’s it!” Sierra growled and jumped off the table, without
a care for herself or those in the room; tossing her gown off with one swipe of
her arm, she tugged it over her head, throwing it at Kaigen.

Completely naked, she turned to
grab her pink skirt and sweater still hanging on the wall hook where she’d left
them. Gritting her teeth, she bit out, “I’ll show you savage, you fucking
arrogant pieces of shit. I at least know how to treat other people, unlike your
pompous asses.” She turned around, stepping into her pink skirt, momentarily
blocking her view of the doctors.

Within seconds she found herself
disoriented and tossed about, her soft belly slamming against Kaigen’s hard
shoulder. Sierra couldn’t remember last time—if ever—she’d been carried like a
sack of potatoes.

“This is not how a young lady
should speak to another person, especially one who is going to rescue you from
this institution.” Kaigen stalked toward the hard metal table, her body
flopping against his back. “You’ll find that any and all disrespect and
disobedience will give you a very sore backside, girl. I’m sorry your first
lesson will have to be dispensed so quickly after our meeting, but you might as
well learn now what I’m like.”

Kaigen dropped her recklessly
onto the table, flipping her over onto her belly, her short pink skirt covering
her vulnerable backside, while her upper body was still naked. With a flick of
his hand, he moved her skirt out of the way, leaving her very exposed.

Sierra had no doubt at this
point what his intentions were and began to kick and scream, fighting
diligently to get off the table. “Oh, fuck, no! You must have lost your mind,
there is no way on God’s green earth you’re going to do this.”

His thick muscled arms pinned
her tightly to the table, not allowing her to move even in the slightest. She
struggled under his hand, hoping to break free, to no avail. He growled through
gritted teeth, “Oh, trust me, you little brat, you’re getting an old-fashioned
tanning. I’m sure you’re familiar with spankings, right? I hear that everything
among The Invincibles is old-fashioned, including the family dynamics and
discipline.”

“Kaigen, do you really think
this is a good idea? We have standards and methods we use here at Oblivion and
you’ll interfere in our processes with your… uhm, intervention. I really wish
you’d change your mind and leave the training up to the professionals.” Dr.
Strong’s voice had a whiny tone to it that grated on Sierra’s nerves. Groveling
and sniveling seemed useless at this point.

“Strong, I couldn’t care less
about your procedures. This is my girl and she needs to learn that I’ll not tolerate
such language or snotty behavior.”

“But we under The Dome don’t
allow for such archaic behavior. I mean… we believe in discipline, but not
corporal punishment, sir. Such behavior is just barbaric.”

Sierra appreciated Dr. Strong’s
plea on her behalf. So when the administrator grasped her arm to help her rise
from the table, she lunged up onto her hands and knees, anxious to comply.

“Oh, no, little lady. That ass
is mine. Back on your belly.” With a press of his large hand to the small of
her back, he kept her in place, flipping up her skirt once again.

Panic rose in her chest and
regardless of the fear, her clit throbbed incessantly, her juices dripping and
pooling between her labia.

What the actual
fuck? Why am I turned on?

His hand crashed into her backside
so hard it stole her breath away. Gripping the edge of the table, her knuckles
turned white. Once she found her voice, she screeched at the top of her lungs. “Fuck
you! Oh, my God! Holy… Shit… you fucking savage!”

Blessedly, he stayed his hand. Dropping
her sweaty forehead to the cool metal table, she sobbed pitifully and murmured,
“Oh… it hurts so bad. Fuck.”

“Are you ready to listen?”

“Yes, please, Sir.” Pushing up
onto her hands, she attempted to get up.

“Oh, no, baby girl. This ain’t
over, we’re just talkin’.”

“What? But my ass… it’s so sore.
Is it red?”

“Of course it’s red. When I do a
job, it’s done well. And for the record, it isn’t nearly red enough to satisfy
me.” He patted her sore rump. “Rules. You don’t throw things at me. That’s what
this blistering is for.”

“But… it was only a shirt.” Sierra
looked over her shoulder at the tall, formidable man. Gorgeous, but frightening
nonetheless. His dark eyebrows were furrowed, and the intensity of the glare
had her butt clenching.

He patted her ass. “Unclench.
Now.”

Sierra immediately unclenched
and then stiffened, looking over her shoulder once again. “I don’t like how you
speak to me.”

Grabbing her chin in his hand,
he pinched it roughly. Leaning in, their noses almost touching, he growled, “I
don’t like how you are speaking to
me. You will not speak to me in a
disrespectful manner. You’ll find, girl, that I’m a sweet and kind owner, but
if pushed, I’ll be your worst nightmare. Am I being understood?”

She swallowed loudly, her saliva
sticking in the back of her throat. “Y-yes.”

“Add a handle to that.”

“Y-yes, S-sir.”

Releasing her face, he nodded. “Good
girl. We understand each other.” Backing away, he ran his hand lightly over her
ass. “Turn your head away.”

Hesitantly she turned her gaze
away from the strikingly handsome man who claimed to be her owner, seeking
advocacy from Dr. Strong. However, the sniveling wimpy doctor became engrossed
with the handheld monitoring system in his hand.

Coward!

She couldn’t tolerate someone
with a glaring lack of bravery and, obviously, Dr. Strong fit into that
category.

However, the indisputable flaws
of the doctor’s personality waned in importance when Kaigen reignited the fire
in her bottom.

Sierra flung an arm behind her
only to find it snatched and pinned to her back. Thrashing her head back and
forth, she rocked her body, hoping she would tumble onto the floor. It was all
for naught and she cried, pleading for mercy and receiving none.

When she thought it wouldn’t end
and had given into despair, he relented, leaving her to sob and wail pitifully.
The throbbing of the flesh beat in rhythm with her heart, the blood pounding in
her ears until she felt that her anguish pulsating continuously throughout her
body.

Sierra swore she’d never throw a
single thing at him again—and that included water—even if he was on fire!

“Do you think you can behave now,
my little Sierra?”

She bit back the retort on her
tongue. I’m not your fucking Sierra. Instead,
she responded, “Yes, Sir.”

But he knows what
I really mean.

“Good girl.”

The words themselves felt
condescending, but his voice was gentle with a tinge of caring and no matter
how much she wanted to be angry at the endearment, she couldn’t. Instead, her
insides warmed and her cheeks flushed with the diminutive.

His strong, wide hands clasped
her under the arms, lifting her from the table, steadying her feet on the
floor, not removing them until her wobbly knees were firm.

Bending his knees, he made
direct eye contact with her. His obsidian gaze was calming, and the corners of
his eyes crinkled a bit along with a smile kicking up on his face. “You have
quite a bit of spunk there, girl. I like a woman with a mind of her own and a
bit of sass to keep life interesting.” He chucked her under the chin as one
would a child. “We’ll get along fine once you figure out my boundaries.”

And that was it. Just like that
they had come to an agreement—of sorts.

She was his and he was in
charge. He was the owner and she was
the owned.

Sierra wondered briefly how this
arrangement had progressed to finality without her acknowledgment—in any form
or fashion.

“Did I agree to this?” She felt
her brows furrow with her confusion. And as an afterthought, she added, “Sir.”

He chuckled, the rumble low and
quiet.

Comforting.

“I would like your cooperation
and compliance, but in all reality, you forfeited that luxury, Miss Dawson. You
see—” Kaigen left Sierra’s side and sauntered around the room. “Upon leaving
The Invincibles and trespassing upon The Cleansed, and in this particular
situation, The Dome, you by your actions forfeited your rights. You have given
the government of the New Americas, and in this case, The Oblivion direct
control over you. Upon purchase, which I will be doing forthwith, you will
become my property, my woman, my broodmare, but more important, my cherished
girl. I will own you, and thereby show you my love, discipline, care, and
devotion. You will need or want for nothing.”

“Except freedom.” Sierra
narrowed her eyes and watched his own eyes narrow as well.

He stood toe to toe with her
once again. And although she wanted to do nothing more than take a step back,
giving herself some breathing room and a step closer to the door if necessary,
instead she stood her ground, not faltering a bit.

“Damn.” Closing his eyes and
tilting his head back a bit, Kaigen inhaled deeply through his nose.

Sierra’s clit immediately
throbbed. It was as if her sex was a detector of his emotions—and quite
possibly of hers as well. Why did it thrum to life the minute his anger and
frustration rose, and why did his stern demeanor make her pussy drip with need?

“Your infernal mouth and temper,
they both stir emotions… and other things in me, Sierra. And as much as I’d
like to paddle your ass raw for it, I also want to fuck you senseless, holding
you close to me, cradling your head to my chest. Your sassy mouth will be a
problem, it seems—for both of us.”

“I’m not—”

“I’d like to interrupt you both
at this juncture.” Dr. Strong walked up to both Kaigen and Sierra. The young
doctor pressed a button on his handheld device and a holoscreen appeared. “As
you see here,” he pointed to a portion of the terms of service agreement
between Kaigen and The Oblivion Institute, “we cannot turn over the prospective
client until there has been an elaborate and extensive testing and training
period. None of which has occurred. Therefore, we’re in total noncompliance
with the actions that have just occurred in this office today. We need to get
back on task and take the subject into our care and perform the medical exams
necessary to begin our processes.”

With a flick of his wrist,
Kaigen scoffed. “I couldn’t care less about your procedures, Strong. I have the
money at the ready and will transfer it immediately. I’ll stay for the medical
testing, but upon completion, she’ll be coming with me and I’ll conduct the
training required to meet the specifications of The Cleansed.”

“That isn’t…”

“I’m not discussing this with
you.” Kaigen stood close—much too close—to the doctor and growled. “We both
know the information I have on you, Strong. If you’d like to retain this
position, and if you cater to my needs today, you may find a promotion in your
future. If you know what I mean.”

The young man’s long slender
throat worked to swallow. His eyes enlarged infinitesimally. “I… that would… I’m
not sure…” He paused, looking back and forth between Kaigen and Sierra. “I’ll
make sure your needs are met, sir. Sierra, please climb back up onto the table,
we’ll continue with our medical exam now.”

Chapter Three

Kaigen watched her piercing blue
eyes dart from his face and back to Strong’s face.

“But I don’t want to.”

“No one asked, Sierra. On the
table.” He dipped his chin in warning, pointing toward the hard metal table.

She blinked like a frog in a
hail storm and slowly shook her head, her small white teeth worrying her bottom
lip.

“Do I really need to repeat
myself?” Kaigen quirked an eyebrow at her.

Sierra blinked, swallowing
loudly and then her gaze skittered to the medical table and she whispered, “N-no,
Sir.”

She scampered up, her very pink
backside still inflamed, his wide fingerprints evident on her slender hips and
thighs. He had no doubt that she’d be sore for a while, which would help with her
level of obedience, which was the point.

Now he had to deal with the
fucking douche doctor standing next to him. Kaigen wanted nothing more than to
knock his fool head off his shoulders, but he’d play nice-nice until he could
take his baby girl back to Dallas.

My baby girl.
Finally.

It had felt like this part of
his life would never happen. Kaigen had spent the last three hundred years
wanting a woman he could call his own. Of course, he had women in his past,
women who had given him children even, in Old America, but since the Change, he
wasn’t sure he wanted the purified women. The prospect of an Invincible had
made him hard for decades now. And when he found out that they had deflected
the mandates for sterilization and he could breed with one, have a baby with
one, he knew he had to make the dream a reality.

When Strong had told him that
she arrived wearing a short pink skirt with knee socks and canvas sneakers,
Kaigen knew immediately she was a little. Someone he could pamper and coddle, a
woman who would appreciate his Daddy dom tendencies. A woman who would
willingly accept discipline and spankings, as well as cuddles and playtime.

Kaigen was rough around the
edges, and not an easy man. He expected—no, he demanded—immediate obedience
with the utmost respect. Deviance and dalliance from those rigid standards and
rules would be met with the strictest of punishments.

But as much as she would fear
his annoyance or chastisement, she’d live for his warm words and all-enveloping
hugs and love. His baby girl would find herself cocooned within his embrace,
feeling cherished and doted upon.

But…

Before his softer side could be
fully shown and put on display, she’d learn to obey. Her humiliation and
objectification would bring about peaceful submission. The very act of kneeling
before him, and sucking his cock just to please him—whenever and wherever he
demanded—would bring about her abject obedience. His needs and wants would
overshadow her own.

But the reward would be immense.
She would find at the end of her training that every bit of the pain and tears
endured and self-doubt and hardship undergone would be worth it, for in return
his full attention and devotion would blot out any misery leading up to the
prize of… a daddy.

Sierra squirmed on the table,
her labia glistening with the excess of her juices.

He slid his finger along her
denuded pussy, the skin as smooth as silk. Pushing his fingers between the
plump sticky lips, Kaigen skated along the slick inner lips before dipping into
the well of her sex.

Gasping, Sierra stiffened,
slapping her thighs closed around his hand.

“Open.” Kaigen waited patiently
for her to slowly spread them, her scent wafting to his nostrils. He inhaled
deeply and loudly, reveling in her face flushing with her embarrassment. “So
pretty. You’re never allowed to close your legs when I’m playing with your
kitty. Is that clear?”

She brushed her thin blonde hair
off her face, her light blonde eyebrows furrowing again. Sierra opened her
mouth to respond but quickly closed her lips, nodding her head.

“Smart girl. Any sarcasm would
have added more swats to your sore fanny.” Kaigen swirled his forefinger along
her slick inner tissue, her muscles clenching tightly around him.

Oh, yes. Soon,
little girl, Daddy will give you an orgasm. But not now.

“You’ll mind Dr. Strong or there
will be consequences you won’t like.” With a come hither motion, Kaigen stroked
her g-spot, eliciting a gasp from his girl, along with a violent thrust of her
hips. Extracting his finger, he made a dramatic show of smelling her on his
finger and licking it loudly.

He brushed his finger along her
upper lip, whispering, “You smell so sweet. You’ll learn to love how you taste
and smell because your scent pleases me.”

Her small nose had a smattering
of freckles along the bridge and she crinkled it in a show of disgust, but her
dripping cunt spoke of her true feelings.

“Carry on, Dr. Strong. I’m in a
hurry.”

“Yes, sir.” Timothy Strong slid
a chair with rolling casters to the end of the table, flicking on a bright
light. “Scooch to the end of the table, Sierra. We’ll examine your vagina,
cervix, uterus, and anus. Then I’ll draw blood and do a full body scan before
we finalize the paperwork.” Once she was at the edge of the table, Strong
turned a light on, illuminating her clean-shaven pussy.

I have to get her
home.

“Will it hurt?”

The doctor’s eyebrows rose. “Of
course not. Has a past exam hurt you?”

“I’ve never had one before.” She
blushed at the admission. Kaigen wondered if she was feeling embarrassed at the
lack of knowledge. Was she completely unaware of female medical exams? Kaigen
just assumed she would have had at least one exam by her age, even if she was a
virgin.

“One of the best ways to assure
your continued health is to examine you, often.”

Kaigen watched the doctor’s
slender fingers ease her labia apart, the shiny inner furls exposed to the
bright light. Slipping a digit into her, the good doctor looked over his
shoulder at Kaigen. “Her hymen is intact, sir. A virgin until you claim her.”

Sierra’s eyes widened, her
slender long neck working to swallow.

“It’s okay, girl. I’ll be
gentle. But be aware, you will be mine before sundown.”

With a tilt of her chin, her cerulean
eyes narrowed. “What if I don’t comply?”

Kaigen smiled in spite of
himself. “Oh, you’ll not only comply, but you’ll also be begging for my cock. I’m
a gifted lover, and you may not believe it yet, but you will. You’re a very
lucky woman.”

Sierra’s lips thinned and with
the almost roll of her eyes, Kaigen knew she didn’t believe him. Her doubt
tugged at his heart. He hadn’t proven to be either kind or gentle, but she
needed to learn respect first. Love and trust would come later. His consistency
in discipline and boundaries would bring about trust. And his gradual increase
of kindness would foster her love.

Kaigen watched her squirm when
the doctor slid the speculum into her channel. He reached out, holding her hand,
his thumb brushing along her satiny skin. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll be over soon.”
Lifting his gaze to the young blond doctor, he barked, “Are you almost done?”

“No, not yet. You’ll have to be
patient. I still have to check her sexual reaction and response rate, as well
as her anus for future use.”

Indeed!

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Christmas for the King, the fourth book in the Dragon Warlords should be out by this weekend!  So many of you wrote me begging for a book with Zorander and Gossamer, giving them their own story.  Here it is:)  

I’d like to tease you all with snippet of the King and Queen. For a novella, I was amazed at the amount of surprises there are–y’all are in for a treat

 

Chapter One

Zorander closed the door to his den, sighing loudly, more than a little exasperated. But he didn’t want his wife to see that. And before he could speak, his wife, Gossamer, began her tirade, the one he had anticipated.

After thirty-two years of marriage, it was easy to know when an angry, angst-filled outburst would be occurring. What was unpredictable was how to prevent it or make it end quickly.

“I told you! Didn’t I tell you this would happen? They aren’t sure they’ll be home for Christmas.” Gossamer leaped up from her chair, her nostrils flared, pacing his den.

“They didn’t say anything of the sort, Gossamer. They just said it was too early to be sure what their plans were.” He rubbed his forehead. It was going to be a long night if he didn’t calm her down…soon.

“It’s code. Are you so old you’ve forgotten how we used to delay your parents or mine for the holidays?”

“Watch that attitude!” He pointed his long forefinger in her direction. She rolled her eyes dramatically, muttering under her breath and turning her back to him. “Girl, I’m going to warn you only once.”

Gossamer spun around, her eyes narrowed and sparking, her lips thinned, and she spoke through gritted teeth. “I have every reason to have an attitude. I have three sons and two daughters, and I shouldn’t have to beg for them to stay home for Christmas.”

“No one said you had to beg. You don’t even know they aren’t staying here. Will. You. Calm. Down.”

“Because I just love when you dismiss me by telling me to calm down—said every woman, ever.”

He rose from his chair, rounding the desk in two long strides. Gossamer straightened, backing up a step.

Good to know, I still have it.

He sauntered up to her, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you listening?”

“Yes, S-sir.”

“All Drayce said was they were checking with their siblings’ schedules and contemplating a vacation on Terron. Chances are you’ll have every single one of them here, and you’ll feel foolish for your reaction.” He raised his eyebrows. “Okay?”

Her eyes brightened with tears. “Are you calling me foolish? Do you really think I’m foolish?”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Goddess Gem, help me! No! That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it.”

Gossamer had begun pacing again, and in exasperation, Zorander slumped in his chair, watching her. It was best just to let her wear herself out—unless she went too far with her temper and sarcasm, then he’d intervene.

“I’ve been waiting for grandchildren. I mean Drayce and Satin have been married for almost three years. What are they waiting for? What? And by the gods, Artemis and Thistle have been together for two! I mean, by the God Alpheas, are they hoping for some miraculous conceptions for Gem’s sake? I’m getting fucking sick of waiting for everything from these damn kids. Sick of it. And you, too!”

“Wait, what? I’ve done nothing.”

Her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and her chest heaved with her heavy breathing. “Exactly. Fucking nothing!” She flung her arms in the air, letting them drop to her sides in defeat.

“It’s time.” He leaped up from his chair; this time, he strode quickly to her side.

“Time for what?”

Snatching her by the arm, Zorander dragged her to the bed. Sitting on the corner, Zorander flopped her roughly over his thigh, tossing her dress up, and dragged her white panties over her upturned backside, then he stared at her gorgeous ass.

“Oh, Zorander. You cannot be serious.”

“I’m very serious, bad girl. I know it’s been a while, but you’re getting your ass blistered.” He swatted her white, plump ass. The dimpled cheeks wobbled, and he delighted in the red bloom that quickly rose to the surface. He swore he’d never tire of his wife and loved her more and more over the years, but she never ceased to amaze him with her temper. That damn temper of hers had caused her to sleep on her tummy many nights.

He spanked her bare bottom mercilessly, her skin hot and inflamed. “You will not swear. You know better. And you do not speak disrespectfully to me. How. Many. Times. Do. We. Need. To. Discuss. This?”

“I d-don’t know.”

“I know you don’t. You’ve been spanked so many times for this. When are you going to watch your mouth?”

“I don’t know.”

“You will settle down and leave our kids alone about Christmas. We’ll celebrate it, regardless of who is here. And we’ll enjoy it, too. You know why?”

“Why?

“Because we’ll be together.” He smacked her thighs harshly several times until she was kicking and screeching.

Pausing, Zorander rested his hand on her thighs, keeping the heat in, examining his handiwork on her rear-end, and he determined if there were areas on her red hot ass which required more attention.

She was crying, her long white hair hanging like a curtain around her face. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, baby.” He pulled her hair away, draping it over her shoulder. Rubbing her ass and thighs, he quietly watched her cry, waiting for her to process her thoughts and the pain. He murmured over and over, “Such a good girl. I love you, Gossamer.”

“I l-love you.”

Once her breathing had returned to normal, he rubbed her abraded backside, watching her stiffen and flinch with the pain. His hands were rough and weren’t always comforting, but he’d trained her to tolerate it because his intention was what was important.

Both of them had changed over thirty-two years. They were both teenagers when they’d gotten together. She was slender and lithe, so was he. Now, the years had added wrinkles and weight, but their love had only deepened and solidified.

They weren’t given to the winds of change or swayed by the trials or storms of life; they had learned to endure those winds, clinging to each other.

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Knox and Marli are LIVE on Amazon and KINDLE UNLIMITED as well.  This is a contemporary, military Daddy Dom novel….and I keep saying it, but it’s the hottest book I’ve written — possibly hotter than Her Priest.

I promised everyone a snippet after the previous one–if you missed that one, you can read it here:

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Now, when we left Knox and Marli she had just thrown a beer bottle at him, and he was snatching her for a spanking.  Let’s see what happens:)

EXCERPT

She threw a fucking beer at me! She wouldn’t do it again, that’s for sure.  

“Oh, no.  I don’t want a spanking.”  Her voice shook and an edge of fear laced her words, bordering on panic.  

“I didn’t ask you what you wanted. You chose this. I warned you and you called me names and threw a beer at me. You’ve earned a good, hard paddling and I’m gonna dole it out too.”  

He’d kept his voice hard and stern, but underneath he felt bad for her and didn’t like the tremble in her voice and slender body.  But dammit, the little brat earned this, and he was just the man to teach her a lesson.

If it had been someone else she could have been hurt, badly. This wasn’t a good neighborhood and there were derelicts that would see her as nothing but expendable.   

Someone needed to teach her how to behave with discretion.  

He tugged at her pants, which were about two sizes too big, dragging them with little effort down to her knees.  He whisked her pale blue panties down to meet them. As the cotton material was shoved down, he noticed that she’d leaked her juices onto them, the dark wet spot the obvious evidence of her arousal, and her spicy scent filling his nostrils.

Could she be aroused by the conflict and prospect of a spanking?

The light from the window glinted off the slick lips of her pussy. Her sex was shiny and drenched, there was no mistaking it.  

Knox’s cock twitched within his pants, hardening uncomfortably with the close proximity of her pretty kitty.  She needed a little more meat on her bones as far as he was concerned. He liked his women curvier than this. He didn’t like the idea of crushing a beauty under his muscled frame.  

Lifting his right leg, her bottom was lifted higher, her ass yawning open, her little pink pucker and dripping pussy clearly coming into view.

Shaking his head, Knox cleared his head, getting his perspective back in correct order.  Spanking the vinegar out of this brat was his top priority.

“I’m going to fucking deball you when I get up and force you to eat them.  Let. Me. Up.” Marli kicked and punched, doing her best to rock herself off his lap.  

Knox knew how to fix this situation, this wasn’t his first rodeo. “Marlow Ann, you need to settle down.”

“Fuck you.”

“Or not.”  He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter to me.”  He wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her close to his body, and then flopped his right leg over both of her legs, keeping her as immobile as he could.  He raised his hand, and smacked his open palm on her pristine white cheeks, the loud pop gratifying on so many levels, but nothing was more pleasurable than seeing the bright red handprint immediately bloom.  

He started harder than he would continue but believed the harsh, fast tone, brought the naughty girl through the different phases of discipline, quickly. The accelerated spanking brought her through the emotions of anger and fighting straight toward the sobbing phase as an act of kindness.

But until she hit that phase, the clawing, swearing kitten could have made a sailor blush…or a Green Beret.  He hadn’t heard the combinations of name calling and cursing this girl had in her repertoire.

I’ll need to take care of this character flaw…fast.  

Once she relented, quietly sobbing, limp over his thigh, he eased up on the strength of his swats, but continued in a rhythmic pattern, pausing after a dozen spanks which left her bottom a deep pink. He wouldn’t be stopping until it was red–very red.  She’d learn to not cross this soldier again.

He squeezed her ass, massaging her inflamed skin, waiting for her sobs to slow so he could begin lecturing the naughty brat.  “I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen.” He brushed his hand along her scorched flesh, watching her juices seep from her sheath.  

She’s drenched from her spanking.

Her cries quieted, sniffling and she wriggled over his knees, acknowledging her uncomfortableness with her position, no doubt.  Knox would keep her jackknifed, her bottom poised perfectly for the rest of her paddling.

“You will not throw things at me. Understand?”

“Yes!”  She spat out the sarcasm-laced answer.

“Oh, no, you didn’t. Yes, Sir is the proper response.” He placed a hard swat to her thigh, stressing his point.   “I’m not Southern, we don’t say Sir.”  

He tugged on her left thigh, spreading her legs apart and slapping furiously on the tender inside tissue.  “You do now.”

She screeched and howled like he was setting her on fire, and from what he remembered of thigh spankings, that was a pretty apt description.  Once the inside of her legs were a bright pink, he rested his hand on her buttock holding the heat in.

“Now…let’s try again. How do you answer?”  

She hiccupped loudly, her hand coming up to swipe at tears on her face.  “It h-hurts s-so bad.”

“Was meant to.  How do you answer me when I ask a question?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”  

“Good girl.  We’ll get along just fine, you’ll see. I’m not a bad guy, I just demand respect.”  He patted her ass lightly, inhaling loudly. “It appears your body likes spankings, girlie.  You’re dripping and smell as sweet as honeysuckle.”

“Dear Gawd!”  

Knox chuckled.  “No worries, I won’t tell your secret to anyone. Besides, we have more talking to do.”  

“N-noooooo.  Oh, I. Please…I just…no more spanking, please. Sir.”  

Her pleas for mercy tugged on his heart, and relenting was tapping at his conscience, but Knox knew any inconsistency at this point wouldn’t help her, and although she hadn’t agreed yet, he knew they’d be friends and it was better to establish boundaries early on.   

“Sorry Marli, I made a promise. Now, we’ll deal with your language.”  He’d keep this part of her punishment hard and quick. No need to drag it out longer than necessary, although a part of him wanted to stare…and play with her pussy for quite a bit longer.  He was heady with her scent.

Later.

He raised his hand and steeled himself for the task ahead.  His hand smacked her still pink ass, her cheeks wobbling pleasantly, and her attempts to evade his smacks had her ass swaying and yawning open even more leaving none of her treasures hidden from his view.  

His cock throbbed, and he had no doubt his balls were completely blue by now,  He was glad he had dark pants on, because his cock was weeping with the evidence of his own need for release, at least it would be hidden from her view.  

Her bottom was very red, and his sympathy had him sympathizing at the pain she had endured. Not giving her any time for self-pity, he pulled her off his lap to stand between his legs.  

Marli did the age-old spanking dance, reaching around to cup her buttocks, only to find her hands restrained at her sides.  

“Nuh-uh, little girl.  You’re going to feel the pain until I give you permission, then we’ll calmly discuss your situation and how I may help.”  Dropping his gaze to her sweet, shaved pussy, the labia pink with all the rubbing and movement over his lap, he smiled at her, dipping his finger between the tightly sealed lips, tapping her clit.  

“And we’ll discuss how you seem to have a submissive side which enjoys spankings as well.”  

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Their Treasured Girl 
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The reviews are coming in and MANY are loving this new series.  I look forward to doing the next book, which focuses on one of the Daddy Doms–DADDY’S TREASURE.

Here’s a couple of the things that have been said before I share a SEXY snippet with you all.

“Yes, Merilee, you’re ours now. Our property to do with as we will. You’ll meet our desires and demands, you’ll submit to our wishes, and in return, we’ll care for you, protecting and loving you. We’ll cherish you, just as one would anything that is theirs. You’ll be our treasure.”

The story includes many spankings, but her different dominant men, including the use of implements. It includes power exchange, has mild bondage scenes, ménage scenes, medical play, and daddy dom/little girl scenes.”  RedRabbit, Top 500 Amazon Reviewer

“If you like reverse harem, medical play, bondage, D/s, ménage, spanking, suspense, political intrigue, you name it, this book has it. The author does a great job of world-building and as always makes you feel emotionally connected to the characters and the storyline. The dichotomy of a totally male-dominated world where the women were possessions yet valued as individuals grabbed my imagination and made me look forward to seeing what the future holds for this world. In the meantime, I will immerse myself in the sensual goodness of this reverse harem relationship and enjoy the dominant deliciousness – YUM!!”  – Sue Tedrick 

SEXY SNIPPET

Steele’s cock hardened the second their girl walked into the living room, Nash’s grey sweatshirt landed just past her knees.

Merilee looked adorable with her damp curls framing her face, her nose shiny with all of Nash’s cleaning, and those eyes.Those gorgeous purple eyes. Her lips were pouting, and her eyes were sparking, not with arousal…what was that? Anger? Merilee’s arms were crossed over her chest. Not a good sign.

Nash nudged her forward into the room and was only marginally successful.  

Her knees were locked and she resisted his attempt, stumbling only a couple inches forward before halting.   

“I heard a ruckus in the other room, what happened, bad girl?”  

She narrowed her gaze at Steele, her chest rapidly rising with her increased breathing.  

“Answer him, Merilee.”  Nash’s low voice rumbled in the room.

“No. Better yet, turn around and show us all your spanked ass.” Steele twirled his forefinger in a circle.

“No.” She pursed her lips her eyes darkening with anger.

Steele was usually someone who would reason his way through a conflict, choosing to encourage and reward good behavior, but there were times when responding to negative behavior was required.

This was one of those times.  

“Turn around now.”  He waited, watching this little sprite of a sassy submissive, engaging him in a battle of wits. She’d lose of course. Steele reached for his belt buckle.  

Her eyes widened, her long pale neck working to swallow and with a keening whine she spun on her heel, arms still angrily crossed over her chest.   

“Lift your sweatshirt, princess.”  Nash pushing her level of obedience.

Another low whine, and a stomp of her little foot on the floor she obeyed, angrily but obeying nonetheless.  She hefted the material had her ass jiggling pleasantly. Her very red ass, sporting some faint purple marks as well from the hairbrush Nash had used on her.   

Obsidian whistled low.  “That is a paddled little hind-end if I’ve ever seen one. By the Goddess Aztoz, you must have really pissed Nash off.  He rarely does this. Daddy, are you okay?”

“Fuck you, Obsidian. Yes, I’m fine. She has done nothing but push my buttons for the duration of this bath and getting dressed, trust me she deserved this. And more. Now, don’t you all make me feel guilty about it.”  

Tilting the bad girl’s chin up, Nash snarled, “And by her peckish behavior, she needs a bit more starch taken out of her rear-end.”  

The men laughed, and Steele cupped a hot, red cheek, squeezing it–hard.  “You’re sassy, naughty attitude will be a problem here, Merilee. Any further discipline required this evening will be dispensed by me. Mind your manners.”  With a pinch and harsh slap to the whole of her puny derriere, he dropped the sweatshirt back down.

“It’s time to make our offering to the God Varmjir for our girl. Do you think you can behave during our thanksgiving?”  He raised his eyebrows in her direction.

Her cheeks turned pink and she had the decency to drop her gaze and mumble, “Yes, Sir.”

  “See that you do.”

Steele walked briskly to the front door, opening it, letting the men and Merilee outside.

Morden and Wendrake flanked her on either side, giving Nash a break, obviously, he was in desperate need of one.  

 

That’s it for today– I’m hoping you all will grab your copy it’s only $3.99.  I may post another snippet while

 

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Blurb

When a woman escapes through the Common Swallow Woods and ends up in the Receiver Woods–what else will a princess have to swallow to survive?  

Living a lonely and unhappy life on the Planet Venem, Merilee Black, a slender beauty with long blonde hair, decided desperate times called for desperate measures. She needed a new life and the Common Swallow Woods would be her only answer. This leap of faith, however, would change her life dramatically – she hoped, for the best.

Imagine his surprise, while hunting in the Receiver Woods, when Steele Dread stumbled across a gorgeous woman. The tall, broad-shouldered clan leader hadn’t expected the gods to answer his prayers for a woman so quickly. His clan of five would be very pleased with the prize he brought home this night.

Five men – each one tall, muscular, brutish and extremely stern – would claim the violet-eyed woman, teaching her their ways. TWO are DADDY DOMS!

Would Merilee submit completely to the Diviljak men on this male-dominated planet? Would they survive a traumatic event that could change their love forever?

Publisher’s Note: This dark, steamy, science-fiction reverse harem romance contains elements of power exchange.

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Is he gorgeous or WHAT??

CLOVEN’S ONLY WISH 

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Due to recent events at Amazon, the stripping of rank (and money), as well as suspension and deletion of author accounts with NO wrong-doing on their part, I have (along with MANY authors) pulled my books from Kindle Unlimited.

I know that this is very sad news to most of you, and for that I’m sorry.  But, I cannot risk losing all my books or author account due to capricious decision making.  I hope you all understand.

I’ll STILL BE ON AMAZON–the only change is you can also buy my books at several other places, as well as on my website.

If you purchase my books through Megan-Michaels.com, you’ll receive a 15% discount on ALL BOOKS, EVERY SINGLE DAY!!  The purchases are filtered through Gumroad, and rest assured, your information is protected through this site.  And, again, with Coupon Code Megan15 you’re guaranteed 15% off of all my books. 

My betas have enjoyed this book, and I’m anxious to share it all with you. Cloven surprised me immensely. What a joy it was to see another side of the stern, commanding warlord, and watch the love between him and Wish bloom. He made my heart melt, and I hope you’ll feel the same.

AND

If you haven’t read THE DRAGON’S SECRET yet, it is only $0.99 during the release of Cloven’s Only Wish.

Please don’t hesitate to contact with questions, comments, or requests with regard to this series — or any of them — I look forward to hearing from you all. MeganMichaels021@gmail.com

 

 

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I did my cover reveal on Facebook on Friday and did a stern Cloven post on Facebook yesterday as well. Today I have a (seemingly unusual) sweet post for Cloven.  However, I’ll tell you, writing this book was such a wonderful experience.  Cloven has a side we all didn’t know existed–especially Wish.  He really surprised me and had me in tears at their HEA at the end of the book.

If you haven’t read The Dragon’s Secret (Book 1) it is only $0.99 https://amzn.to/2Ih9BRm and The Warlord’s Priestess is only $3.99.  You have ten days (or more) before Cloven’s Only Wish releases, so don’t delay!!

Here’s a scrumptious bathing scene that melted my heart

Kneeling near the tub, just behind her, Cloven nudged her to sit up

and with a large cup he had found on the edge of the tub, he poured the warm water over her hair several times, drenching it completely. Applying a generous amount of shampoo to his hand, he lathered it into her hair, massaging her scalp gently.

Wish sighed, obviously pleased. He continued with the massage until her breathing steadied once again, and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

He filled the container again, rinsing her hair completely, and once satisfied there was no soap, he squeezed the water out, letting the makeshift ponytail drape down her back.

“Stand up, and I’ll wash you.”  

“I can do that myself; you can leave.”   With a bent wrist, she flicked toward him, motioning for him to leave the bathroom.

“Nope, I said I’d give you a bath and washing you is part of that.”   He grabbed the soap and lathering both hands he squatted at the tub patiently waiting for her compliance.

Discovering that she would once again be obstinate, he said, “Is this how you would like to proceed, Wish?”

“I can really do this myself, you know.”  

“Yes, I know. But you also know that I can paddle your ass again today, right?”

“You wouldn’t, would you?  I mean after the last time…” She nibbled her lip, looking at him cautiously.

“Don’t push me. Now, stand up.”   He quirked an eyebrow at her, hoping his stern expression would force her to obey him.

With a disgusted sigh, she stood up, bubbles and water sluicing down her slender, petite body. She wasn’t any bigger than most teenagers on their planet, and he liked the feeling of protectiveness he had toward her. It shocked him because it wasn’t something he’d ever felt before.

He started with her legs and then worked his way up to her pussy, slipping his fingers into her sex to wash, doing his best to not portray any sexuality with the act wanting her to feel coddled and cared for with the bath, not thinking he used it as a means to have sex.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when he washed her anus and bottom, being careful to not rub too hard on her abraded skin.

He stood, lathering his hands again and washing her belly, back and breasts before washing her arms and neck. Grabbing the glass and filling it, he rinsed the soap from her body, watching the water slide over her body and breasts, dripping from her sex and down her legs.

His cock ached, and he swore he was ready to lose control, but reminded himself that he was doing this for his girl, not for himself. There would be time for sex later.

“There. Now there’s no evidence of our terrible dragon battle.”  He glared at her and liked that she dropped her eyes in deference. “No evidence of the battle, and you’re nice and clean, just a very sore backside.”  

“I’m sorry.”   She had barely whispered the words.

“Sweetie, you took your consequences bravely. You were such a good girl. It’s over. However,  I’m more concerned about the level of temper tantrums that you have, which you can control and don’t.”  He narrowed his gaze at her.

Wish dropped her head again, nodding quietly.

Tilting her chin up with his forefinger he said, “I’ll spank you whenever and wherever it is necessary. We’re done now. Hold my hand and step out of the tub. I’ll dry you off.”  

She put her tiny hand into his large one, and he helped her step onto a waiting towel, while he used a soft white towel to dry her off. He probably spent more time drying her breasts than necessary. But he needed to dry around the nipple, over and under, lifting the hefty globes to assure no moisture was left under the generous breasts.

But it was when he focused on her pussy that his sexual restraint fell apart.

His fingers and the towel dried the seam of her sex, dipping between the labia to soak up any water left in the creases.

___________

That’s it for today, I’ll give another tease soon. FYI:  All the books in this series are standalones.  Although your reading pleasure will be enhanced by reading all of them, it isn’t necessary:)  If you haven’t started the series, The Dragon’s Secret is $0.99

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If you all remember my post about “Watering a Stick”  I spent weeks–to be exact–nine months watering my orchid–a stick–patiently and lovingly, waiting for my orchid.

What you don’t know, there was a first bud, a beautiful plump bud, and one day while moving the stick into the sunshine, my hand brushed against the bud and knocked it off, tumbling to the floor.  I swear, I almost cried and had one of those crazy moments where you think, “I’ll glue it back on.  It’ll be okay.”  I was devastated.  My family heard me perseverate about the loss of that bud for days. Then within a week I had several more buds to replace it.

I knew I needed to do a post about it blooming, but I couldn’t decide where this would go…there was a lesson, and a moral for the last story.

What is the moral for this one? 

This hasn’t been a good year — there has been a lot of chaos and….issues.  So, the orchid breaking forth with buds was during a dark time. A time when I wasn’t even sure I cared anymore and found myself wondering why I even took the time to water the stick. For what purpose?  Did it matter? Would my life be better once it bloomed? And I knew that a blossom can’t be forced. I just needed to wait. Did I want to wait? Would the reward be worth it?

But once the buds appeared, the joy was overwhelming some days. The promise behind those little buds, brought such excitement. I found myself caring more than I probably should have about my orchid blooming. I would drag it to sit in indirect sun every day, watering it every Saturday (without fail) with water just above body temperature, setting the timer for 10 minutes and letting it soak in the warm water allowing it to seep into the roots. Then I’d dump the water out, letting the pot drain in the sink for a half hour (setting the timer again) before placing it back into it’s container, giving it sunshine again.

Many days I think I may be in the “watering the stick” phase and am waiting for the buds and blooms to appear.

I don’t know how many of you (or if any of you) are feeling like this or remember a time when you felt like this, but watching the process for these blooms has been a real life lesson. On the recommendation of a friend, I’ve download a book called The Orchid Thief, which chronicles the wonder of orchids and the black market associated with the growing and selling of orchids, along with the almost maniacal and magical care required by these sturdy  yet fragile plants.

I’ve been told it’s rare to have an orchid rebloom and to not take the skill lightly, and it made me reflect, thinking upon what life lessons there were to learn about this process.

What should I glean from this labor of love, this nurturing and caring of a plant; the patience required with no visible reward??

I believe the lesson for me–and many of us:  Remember, there are times when you are a stick or when you are in bud form, and even still, when you are blooming.  Many days we know what phase we’re in, but I argue, there are times when we don’t realize that the buds are near the surface and for all the world we believe we are just a drab (possibly dying) stick.

No hope, no promise, and not even sure anything of worth is occurring.

Do I have what it takes to make it?  Maybe I can’t recover? Maybe I don’t know how to make something beautiful anymore? Am I capable of beauty any longer? Is the stick dead? Is it alive? Is it a non-blooming orchid? Do I appear to be alive, but am truly dead?

And then with the hope and promise of beautiful yellow buds, the realization hits.  I have no choice in this — we move forward, step after step, nurturing and feeding our souls and spirit, and when we least expect it…it happens.  We bloom, we break forth and the flower doesn’t care about other flowers or fears or anxiety or even the weather…it just blooms, because someone cared. It happens when it’s time.  A blossom can’t be forced.

I don’t know where you are today or what’s going on…hell, I’m not even sure where I am today or what’s going on, but know this. We’ll bloom.  With a bit of sunshine, warm water, and perseverance, one day the buds will appear and it will happen.

 

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The newest book in the Dragon Warlord’s Series is LIVE on Amazon and FREE with a Kindle Unlimited subscription.

The feedback has been rolling in and everyone has loved this book, and are SO excited about the next book they’re all sitting on pins and needles waiting for it.

Here are the first two chapters for free.

 THE WARLORD’S PRIESTESS

THE DRAGON WARLORDS, BOOK 2

Artemis stomped down the path toward the house, frustrated with his day. The damn dragons just wouldn’t cooperate with their training today, and at all times, just before The Battle of the Bloodthirsty. He cringed inside. What a terrible name for a battle.

A dragon war was never a good thing, but this one would be particularly difficult, and he had no doubt by the time all was said and done — they’d be victorious — but the loss and injury of dragons and warlords would be astronomical. Artemis Shade as the largest warlord, with the fiercest dragon, Onyx, felt confidence that the others didn’t always feel.

Entering the castle, he continued down the long hallway leading to the grand staircase which wounds its way to the suite of rooms in the upper levels.

Their planet, Trexotera would win—they always won battles. But if the dragons didn’t start cooperating with their training, it would make the task that much more difficult.

Artemis hoped he would find his sassy girl, Thistle Tempest, obediently waiting for him—naked. At least that’s what he had ordered her to do when he left to train the dragons. Relief flooded him again, knowing that his girl wouldn’t be in harm’s way during this battle. His babygirl would be cocooned safely within of the stone walls of their estate.

But Thistle’s twin, Satin was another story. She had come to Trexotera not long ago, marrying the Prince and Commander, Drayce Quinn. Satin’s bravery and courageousness were equal to that of any male warlord but as a woman warlord, the slender, white-haired beauty was vulnerable, and all the dragon warlords had been given direct orders by Commander Drayce to keep her safe and protected, which the warlords did to the best of their abilities.

But they all knew that if Satin decided to venture out on her own, which she had done in the last battle, there would be nothing they could do to stop her. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Drayce as her husband and commander kept her under his thumb with a sore, red backside many days.

Artemis thanked the Gods of Alpheas that he’d captured the heart and soul of the milder and more timid Tempest identical twin. He pulled the leather strip from his hair, the black hair cascading over his shoulders.

Thistle likes it this way.

He inhaled deeply, smelling Thistle’s arousal before he even opened the door to their suite. The latch quietly snicked behind him, closing the door gently.

The vision before him made him gasp.

By the Gods, I’m a lucky man. How did the evil King Alistair Tempest birth such kind, loving, and gorgeous daughters?

Thistle’s face, shrouded by the silky white strands of her hair, and it was the slight shift in her spine that let him know she heard him enter. She kept her head down, her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths but she successfully kept her nose pressed into the seam of the corner. She knelt quietly on the white carpet inscribed with the words Bad Girl—Are you sorry yet?  Bent at the waist, her plump ass pushed out, and her dusky hole peeped from between her buttocks, and the sight had his penis stirring.

He pulled his cock free from the confines of his pants, stroking the length while sauntering toward her.

“Don’t move, girl.”

The pulse in her neck increased, her heart racing.

Good.

The puffy peach lips of her sex glistened with the dew of her arousal, and with his fingers he deftly eased the tight seam apart, plunging them into her sex, skating along the drenched sensitive inner tissue.

Thistle swayed her hips ever so slightly, her hot cunt clenching his digits tightly, spasming rhythmically in her march toward her orgasm.

“Don’t you dare come, girl.”

With a keening whine, she responded, “Yessss, Daddy.”

“Is that petulance I hear in your tone?”  Slapping her hip harshly, he smiled watching the red bloom rise on the pristine white ass cheeks.

“N-no, Sir.”

“I should hope not, Daddy expects better behavior from his girl.” With the back of his hand, he swiped her hair from her face, swirling it over her other shoulder.

The bright blue, sapphire eyes peeped over her shoulder to stare at him, and when she noticed his smile, her face lit up smiling back at him before resting her head once again obediently on the floor. Her pink cheeks and dripping pussy betrayed her calm exterior letting him know that she was indeed aroused and ready for his cock.

Artemis pumped his fingers into her slick channel, all the while still stroking his penis with the other hand, priming his girl so when it was time, he could fuck her fast and hard, bringing them both to completion. There’d be time for soft and slow lovemaking – later. Right now? He wanted fast and hard, and he didn’t think she’d balk at his decision since she was dripping onto her bad girl rug.

Slapping her backside, he watched her bottom turn from light pink to dark pink. Jerking his fingers from the pouch of her sex, he thrust into her, bouncing off her cervix, her grunt, and moan of satisfaction spurring him on.

The pulse in his tail increased, and it brushed against his ankle, sliding around his hip seeking her slick, moist channel.

The tail was treasured by the warlords as a physical representation of the gifting rewarded to them by the dragons. The status of warlord transferred from the dragons, and usually, the tail matched the color of the beast who gave them their gifting. The length varied the same as penises but overall was long enough that it draped to their calf or ankle. Whether the tail was in the vagina or anus, once the culmination of lovemaking had ceased, the prongs hidden at the triangular end would spring forth, locking the tail into the channel to promote impregnation and enhancing the length and strength of the orgasm.

He thrust his penis into her sex, his fingers digging into the muscles on her hips while his black tail slithered into her dark channel. The girth of his tail scraping along her small puckered hole, causing him to gasp with every push into her anus.

The smacking of their flesh and the spicy scent of her cunt filled the air, and in short order, Artemis was on the brink of his ejaculation.

“Come for me, Thistle!”

“Yes, Sir!”  The walls of her sex strangled him, holding his cock tightly within its clutch and with a raspy shout, Thistle came, her body stiffening, her muscles overpowering him and squeezing his tail in unison.

With a constricted growl, he thrust his cock into her, his seed filling her with every pound until he was completely spent. Momentarily he rested against her back, their sweaty bodies panting and gasping for more air, spasming with the aftershocks. The prongs in his tail locked into her sensitive, dark channel and wouldn’t release until their arousal abated. He swiveled his hips, brushing his cock against her still sensitive sex.

He placed soft kisses on the back of her neck, the small wispy hairs there tickling his nose. Wrapping his arms around her, he scooped her plump breasts into each hand, palming the hardened nipples, slapping his hips against her beautiful ass.

The prongs retracted, and they both sighed with the loss.

Easing up from Thistle, Artemis exited from both her sex and anus, scooping her sated and satisfied body from the corner. Crossing the room, he placed her gently on their bed before crawling in behind her, tucking his soft, warm girl safely against his chest, cupping and squeezing her breast in his hand, his thumb brushing softly against the still hardened nipple.

“I love you, babygirl.”   Brushing light kisses on her slender neck, her natural sweet scent filled his nostrils, Artemis thanked the Gods of Alpheas for his beautiful girl. Her pale skin matched the long white hair and accentuated her cerulean blue eyes. He lightly kissed her freckled nose.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

He wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but they had fallen into her calling him Daddy, and he loved it more than any name or nickname he’d ever had before. He couldn’t imagine her calling him anything else.

“Baby, how about we get married tomorrow?”

“What?”  She swiveled in his arms, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Let’s get married tomorrow. I’ll call the Ministry of Religious Affairs and inform Drayce, and we can become officially a married couple.”   His heart raced, a twinge of fear that she may refuse.

She shuttered her cerulean eyes a few times, staring silently with no indication on her face as to what her response would be, adding to his unease.

Then with a bright, mischievous smile, she giggled. “Yes! I’ll gladly marry you.”   She kissed him lightly and then said, “I had you going didn’t I?”

“Is that what you wanted?  You wanted to upset Daddy?”

“Well, no. Not really. But…yes.”   She broke into uncontrollable giggles.

“I should make you go kneel on your bad girl rug.”   He pulled her close to him, her face into his chest, swatting her ass several times—hard.

“Ow!  Oh, Daddy.”

“Don’t you oh, Daddy me, young lady. It’s not nice to tease your Daddy, especially when he was asking to spend the rest of his life with you!”  Artemis stopped slapping her bottom, kissing her face. “Go to sleep, naughty girl. Tomorrow you’ll be my wife.”

She snuggled into his neck, and he stroked her back softly.

She said yes.

This petite beauty would become his wife tomorrow. His to have and hold for the rest of his life. She would be his babygirl, and he would be her Daddy. He vowed that he’d be the best husband he could be to her. The Gods had brought them together, and he wouldn’t risk upsetting them or the Goddess Gem for their favor.

 

Chapter Two

 

Thistle sipped the last of her morning cup of fire blaze, the jolt of energy from the brown liquid raced through her veins, and with a deep breath, she set the cup on the counter, ready to start her day. The sun streamed through the window, beckoning her to walk in the cool morning air. Leaning over the sink, she peered out the window, tilting her head to look to the left toward the barn that housed the dragons, the deep, growly male voices of the handlers floated on the breeze.

Thistle hesitated in going to the barn, especially without Artemis. He was so overprotective. She had been to the barn a dozen times easily and the beasts were familiar with her presence—but Artemis had always been with her. After all, the handlers and workers would be present; she wouldn’t be alone.

Artemis wouldn’t be upset with me, would he?

She shook her head.

No, of course not. I won’t be going into the enclosure alone; I’ll be protected by experienced staff.

Besides, her sister rode and commanded them as well as any of the warlords and commanders, and who was to say that—as Satin’s twin—Thistle wouldn’t have command over them also.  And even if the dragons hadn’t given her a scaly dragon patch on her arm, as a commander. Or a long tail indicating that she would be a warlord, maybe she had some other…gifting or talent.

And, well, Thistle wouldn’t ever find out if she didn’t hang around the animals, right?

Sensing her presence, the backdoor of the kitchen slid open. The sun immediately greeted her, warm on her face, even though the morning air was a bit cool. Taking a deep breath, it smelled clean and crisp.

A loud mewl startled her. Thistle looked down finding a sweet tri-colored wobble curling around her leg, rubbing her skin, mewling even louder, forcing a reaction.

“Hey girl, how are you today?  Has anyone fed you yet?”  She pet the fluffy animal with beautiful yellow, gray and white markings, the long tail was straight up, and she purred loudly. “I’ll feed you when I get done seeing the dragons.”

Thistle bounced happily down the steps of the back porch, her shoes dampening with the morning dew.

In the distance, sipping a cup of his fire blaze, Zayvoc eyed her suspiciously, his brows furrowing.

“Morning, Miss Thistle. You know Artemis doesn’t want you in the barn alone, right?”  He pushed his shoulder off the barn door, his muscled, lean body lazily making its way toward her, his eyes narrowed.

Her heart leaped within her chest, and she almost ran back to the safety of the house, but then with renewed determination, she raised her chin, narrowing her gaze right back at him.

“I won’t be alone. You’ll be here, as well as the other handlers. Correct?”

She brushed past him deciding that she’d assume approval and act accordingly, but Zayvoc spun around by her elbow. Looking down his large, calloused work hand had a firm grip on her arm, and instantly she wondered if that hard, thick hand had ever spanked a woman’s soft bottom. A shiver ran through her body, and she yanked herself free from his grasp.

“You better shiver, girl. Artemis will paddle your backside so hard we’ll all be hearing it before the day is over. You better get yourself back to the house and do whatever chores he’s assigned you for the day before I send him a message.”   That large hand of his pressed into the small of her back, nudging her forward toward the house as one would do to an errant child.

Digging in her heels, she pivoted, her teeth gritting, and then with a grunt she stomped her foot and fisted her hands on her hips, hissing, “I will not go back to the house. I’m seeing the dragons, like everyone else on this fucking estate does. If you wish to help, then follow me. If not, get out of my way.”

Once again she brushed past him, her heart beating so hard in her chest the blood rushed through her ears. Just who the hell did Zayvoc think he was?  She was going to marry today, becoming Mrs. Artemis Shade. Zayvoc was just the hired help, she outranked him…not that Artemis would probably see it that way, but she didn’t have time to worry about Artemis.

She needed to see the dragons.

Rushing past Zayvoc and barging into the barn probably wasn’t her best idea, she barely passed the barn doors when the three dragons in the enclosure lifted their heads, snorting loudly and stomping their feet.  Startling a domestic wobble or lazap meant they jumped, but beasts this big meant the hard barn floor shook and a real danger of being killed became quickly apparent when they jumped in surprise.

“Damn stubborn girl!”  Zayvoc whispered loudly in her ear. “Get behind me. Now.”

She didn’t hesitate to listen to him this time; she didn’t need them stampeding toward her.

“Easy, easy. Azure, settle girl.”   He walked toward the dragons slowly, his knees bent and his hands extended in front of him, soothing them with nonsensical murmurings. Reaching out, Zayvoc stroked Onyx and Scarlett. “See?  Nothing to worry about, nothing at all.”

Still wringing her hands, Thistle let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I-I’m sorry.”

Keeping his voice measured, and not taking his eyes off the animals he answered her. “I’m sure you are, but running in here like that…was a damned fool thing to do, you could have caused injury to not only yourself but the workers also.”

Scarlett, the red dragon that belonged to Drayce, stretched her neck out, her head inching toward Thistle until her humid breath brushed upon her face in long heated puffs. The wisps of fine hair near her ears moved with the dragon’s pants.

“Do. Not. Move.”   Zayvoc slowly pulled the dragon whip from his belt, not moving it threateningly, just wanting Scarlett to see it from the corner of her eyes, knowing the penalty for misbehaving.

The beast turned her head ever so slightly glancing at the implement, and with a loud snort, she turned back to her specimen – Thistle. Scarlett’s nostrils flared, the area moist with her mucous, and all Thistle could think was:  By the Gods of Alpheas, please don’t let her stick her wet nose on me…or sneeze! 

Instead, the animal nuzzled her nose into Thistle’s white hair, sniffing, and exhaling and inhaling deeply, the dragon’s breath sweeping along her neck.

Retreating away from Thistle, Scarlett’s neck shrunk back, and the beast stared lazily at the woman before her. She apparently approved or Thistle would have been incinerated by now, and the red dragon looked at her barn mates, one would assume giving her approval of the newest woman at the Quinn estate.

“See. Scarlett told the other dragons I’m okay. Everything is fine.”   Smiling smugly at Zayvoc, she slowly walked up to Onyx, tentatively reaching out to stroke his nose.

“Yes, it appears you’re accepted, but I wouldn’t rush to decide that all is fine as you put it.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see soon enough, until then I’ll stay here watching them…and you.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, she glared at the trainer.

Whatever.

Shaking her head, she returned her focus to the dragons. Such beautiful animals and Thistle couldn’t help but wonder if they could sense a gift or talent, something that would make her stand apart from the others on this planet.

The dragons sensed each person’s innate ability—her twin, Satin, had found out quickly that she was both a Commander and Warlord for the Planet Trexotera, as evidenced by the blue tail and the scaly patch of dragon skin on her shoulder. It was the blue dragon, Azure, that had bonded with Satin and transferred the blue tail to her.

Thistle pet Azure whispering to him, “Do you know who I am, boy?  Do you sense my gifting?”  Resting her forehead against the cold, clammy skin of the dragon, she said a silent prayer to the Goddess Gem that she wouldn’t be forgotten when the dragons revealed the secret gifts to family members.

One wouldn’t think as a twin, that she’d feel alone or singled out, but many times Thistle wondered if being an actual twin made the loneliness more pronounced. People saw them as a matching set, not individually. They even referred to them as the twins. Expectations were that they shared the same personality, strengths, and weaknesses, which they obviously didn’t.

Sighing loudly, she ambled over to Onyx, her future husband’s dragon. Like his Warlord, this beast was huge and formidable.

“Easy, girl.”   Snapping her head around, Thistle saw that Zayvoc was addressing her.

She spat back at the trainer, “I know this dragon, I’ve ridden him several times.”

“Don’t get sassy, Thistle. That was with Artemis as the rider. You’ve never approached him on your own. Onyx is extremely dominant and territorial. Common sense dictates that you be cautious.”

“I’m well aware.”   Lifting her chin, she directed her attention back to the gorgeous animal before her. His eyes were black like his skin, but she knew from experience that during battle, the irises would turn fire orange.

Her small pale hand stroked between Onyx’s eyes, and the beast shuttered them, purring softly. The ground shook with the low rumble in his belly. “Do you sense anything about me, boy?  Are you able to see what my future holds?”

“He might not be able to, but I can.”

Artemis!

Thistle spun in place, her hand resting on her chest, hoping to still the beating of her heart, now in her throat.  “Artemis.”

“Yes, my dear. Imagine my surprise when I received a message that my errant little girl was in the barn…alone.”

“B-but, I wasn’t alone. Zayvoc is here.”   She narrowed her eyes at the traitor, hoping to coax him to her side—unsuccessfully, no doubt.

“You’re excused from this uncomfortable situation, Zayvoc. Thank you for alerting me and protecting my brat until I could arrive, I appreciate it.”

“Yes, sir. Ma’am.”   The trainer nodded to both of them before exiting the barn and walking briskly toward the paddock where the rest of the dragons were put through their paces.

Sauntering up to her, Artemis stood so close their bodies were touching; his large hand pet his trusted dragon, and without even glancing in Thistle’s direction he asked her, “What are the rules Daddy gave you about visiting the dragons, young lady?”

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, her mind raced to remember the rules she had recited many times. “Uhm…I’m … ‘Never go to the barn unescorted. ’ And…b-but I didn’t go alone.”

Turning to face her, he placed his thick, calloused finger under her chin tilted her head up. “Oh, you’ve forgotten part of the rule. Think hard; it’ll come back to you. And that’s five with the belt for evading what you already know.”

Five with the belt!

Stomping her foot into the dusty barn floor, puffs of dirt and sand kicking up. “Daddy!”

“Don’t you Daddy me. What is the rest of the rule?  You just added another two lashes for that outburst.”

If she didn’t hurry up and state the truth, she’d be getting two full spankings—and on her wedding day at that. “I’m supposed to go to the barn with Daddy.”

Nodding, he let go of her chin, pushing his long black hair over his shoulders before letting those meaty hands rest on his hips.

Her eyes focused on the wide black belt with a gold buckle at his waist. She’d only been swatted with the belt a couple of times for not holding still for a hand spanking, and it had been more than she could handle.

How am I going to deal with seven strokes? 

“So tell me why you came alone. Today of all days.”   He didn’t look angry; his eyes were focused and with a tilt of his head, his curiosity and love seemed to overshadow any disappointment or frustration he may have felt. Maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about punishment.

“Well, I wanted to see them. Besides, everyone knows what their special ability is—except me. I wanted to see if the dragons would sense something, I mean, they can’t know if they never see me.”

“True. Very true. But do you know what statement is more accurate?”  He raised his dark eyebrows in question.

Shaking her head, she waited for his revelation.

“Disobeying Daddy, especially a rule you know by heart. It means that my girl will be sitting on a red, painfully striped backside for a long time.”   His hands went to his belt, pulling the tail through the buckle, slipping the tooth from the hole and then with a tug he pulled the strip of leather through the loops, the strap slapping loudly.

“Daddy!”  She shook her head no, and backed up to the gate of an empty stall. “No, please.”

He doubled it, palming the buckle in his fist, and with his other hand he gently grasped her upper arm. “Daddy says Yes. We’ll do this behind the barn. It’ll upset the dragons if we stay inside, and you’ll be hidden from the workers as well this way.”

She stumbled to keep up with him, her belly flipping with her nerves while her clit spasmed, throbbing incessantly.

“B-but they’ll hear!”

“Yes, they will, but they also saw your blatant disobedience and disrespect, you had no qualms about that though, did you?”

Well, that was a sobering thought. She hadn’t contemplated to how embarrassing it was to him for her to flaunt a disregard for his rules and her safety. “No, Daddy, I didn’t. I’m sorry!”

“Not as sorry as you will be, babygirl.”

Dragging her behind the structure, he walked toward the fence, pressing her hips up against the wood rail, successfully, bending her in half. He quickly yanked her pants and panties to her ankles, exposing her sex and anus to his view.

Thistle grabbed the bottom rail to steady herself. Kicking her feet a bit, she sought purchase on the ground, finding nothing to brace her feet onto.

“You should have thought of the workers hearing before you disobeyed in front of them, now they get to hear the consequences of your misbehavior as well.”

“Daddy, I’m sorry.”    She looked over her shoulder seeking mercy, but the dark black eyes showed no signs of relenting.

“Hold still. You asked for this. It’s only seven licks, and if you behave, we’ll be done in short order.”

She held her breath, bracing for the line of fire but Artemis had paused so long she exhaled, hoping against all hope that he changed his mind. It was then that the strip of leather cracked against her bare bottom, causing her to gasp loudly and screech with the sting burning throughout her flesh.

“I won’t make you count today; I think you’ll have a hard enough time just holding still. Why is Daddy whipping your little ass, Thistle?”  He tapped the belt against her throbbing skin.

“B-because I came to the barn alone.”   She coughed at the end, dissolving into tears again.

“To see dragons that can be dangerous. You won’t do it again, either. Will you?”

“No, Daddy.”

She had barely gotten the words out before the belt crashed into her bottom, three times in quick succession.

“You were a very naughty girl.”

Unable to contain her reaction, she leaped from the wooden railing, standing before her Daddy dancing from foot to foot, cupping her buttocks in each hand. “Oh by the Gods! Daddy!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”  He snatched her arm walking her back to the rail. “Get back into position. That’s one more. You’ll learn to behave, girl. Daddy isn’t going to tolerate your bratty behavior.”

On wobbly knees she sobbed, placing herself back over the fence. “D-daddy, it hurt. I couldn’t help it. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sure you are, sweetie. We have five more licks before we’re done. These two are for trying to weasel out of your spanking once you were caught.”

The belt smacked twice in the area between her buttocks and her thighs, and it took everything she had not to leap up again. But the thought of adding more strokes kept her in place.

Artemis patted her sore bottom. “See, it is possible to hold still when you want to please me more than reacting to the sting. Good girl.”   He rubbed the inflamed flesh.” Do you think you’ll remember to own up to your misbehavior next time?”

“There won’t be a next time. I won’t have this happen again.”

Artemis chuckled. “I wish I could believe that, girl. But somehow, even during this short time we’ve been together, I don’t see you ever going for very long without a good paddling.”

Gritting her teeth, she looked over her shoulder at her future husband. Part of her worried about glaring at him, and the other part of her was pissed that he had such little faith in her.

“Uh-uh, girl. I’d be careful how much attitude you display. I’m a firm believer in not stopping discipline until the mood of the submissive has been altered.”   Clearing his throat, he narrowed his gaze and shook the belt in his fist as a warning. “Four more and we’ll be done.”

He tapped the strap against her abraded bottom and then with a whoosh the leather smacked against her cheeks. She clenched her whole body, sobbing and screeching with each new lash. And to think she had sworn that she’d remain silent, not letting Zayvoc or the other trainers and warlords hear her cries during a whipping, but the pain was more than she could suppress and at this point, she didn’t care what anyone thought but Artemis.

The buckle clinked, signaling that the punishment was over and he threaded the evil weapon back around his waist—where it belonged.

She knew she should be repentant and remorseful, which she was, but part of her was angry too. After all, her sister went to the barn as well as Satin’s mother-in-law and Drayce’ sisters. It seemed that Thistle was the only one who wasn’t allowed in that blasted barn alone. Would she ever be allowed?  Did he think she was too…fragile…or stupid to know how to handle herself with the dragons?

“You may get up, Thistle.”

She pushed herself off the fence, turning to face the man she loved…and was angry with at the same time.

“I’d wipe that face off fast, young lady, before I decide to start again except this time with a switch.”   He quirked one eyebrow up and dipped his chin in warning.

Thistle looked around, noticing a couple of bushes and a large flowering tree nearby.

“Yep, those are the ones I’m looking at too. Are we done yet?”

“Daddy!”  She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting at him.

“The answer is no, I guess.”   He brushed by her stalking toward the flowering tree.

“Nooooo!”  Thistle shuffled quickly to grab his arm. “I don’t want anymore.”

“Your attitude says you do, little girl. Talk to me—fast. What is the problem here?”  Artemis wrapped his arm around her waist, cupping one of her well-spanked bottom cheeks in his hand, and she had no doubt it was supposed to be a clear admonishment.

“How come I’m the only one who can’t come to the barn alone?  And if I’m going to learn what a dragon’s secret is about me, don’t I have to be in the fucking barn to hear it?”  Her eyebrows knit in frustration, her back teeth grinding.

Slapping her ass cheek—hard, Artemis narrowed his gaze. “I don’t want you talking to me in that tone.”   He shook his head looking at the ground. “I swear by the Gods that I don’t want to blister your little ass today, but if you continue, we’re going to tussle, my dear.”

She could barely whisper the words to him; fear had gripped her chest tightly. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You’re on thin ice, girl. The reason you’re the only one not allowed in the barn alone is that you’re so new to the planet and the dragons. Ask your sister about her ass whipping from Drayce for coming to the barn alone.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. For your second point, yes, you do need to be in the barn for them to reveal your ability. But all in due time, my dear. It hasn’t been that long. I promise you won’t be left out. I’ll bring you here often until the dragons and handlers are all familiar with you. Promise.”   He tilted her chin up, kissing her lips softly. “I worry about my babygirl. You need to be careful—there’s only one you, and I can’t survive without you. Are we done with your punishment finally so we can marry today?”

She giggled and tucked herself into his chest, his huge tree trunk arms enveloping her in his love and protection. “Yes, Sir. I’m done, and I can hardly wait to marry you.”

“Let me pull your pants up, so we don’t keep everyone waiting.”

“N-no, I’ll do it.”   Thistle hated when he pulled her pants up; it made her feel silly and well…like a freshly spanked girl.

“That’s my job, baby. Hands off the pants.”   His voice had a stern edge to it, his deep rumbling voice running through her core, the butterflies in her belly reawakening.

She quickly dropped the pants back to her ankles, her cheeks and neck burning with her blush. She whispered, “Sorry.”

“I know, sweets. I like dressing you and feeling that warm, bare bottom under my fingers as I pull your little panties back up. It’s one of the many reasons I enjoy being your Daddy, don’t steal it away from me.”

“Okay.”   Thistle groaned as her silky pink panties brushed against her still sore bottom, refraining from eliciting a gasp. But when he pulled up her leggings, the material scraping along the irritated skin had her hissing from the pain.

“Maybe that well-paddled bottom will keep you from misbehaving again today.”

“Maybe.”   She smiled up at him, tucking herself into his huge chest as they walked toward the castle. “Can we visit the dragons again tomorrow, Daddy?”

“Yes, as long as you behave. It seems that I may have found your reward system, young lady.”

 

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