Welcome to Saturday Spankings, it's great to have you here. My BDSM novel set in Westminster, London, TAKING CHARGE, has just become available on Kindle Unlimited. I invite you to whet your appetite for Julian Roath's particular brand of kink!
Despite her success in the world of politics, Sheena Nichols has grown tired of spending her nights alone, and when her need for a man to take charge in the bedroom becomes too intense to ignore she seeks out a professional. But she gets much more than she bargained for...
While mastering Sheena properly is a challenge Julian Roath is more than happy to accept, he has no need for her money. When he claims her, it is purely for the pleasure of seeing her blush as she's made to kneel naked at his feet, hearing her beg as her bare bottom is soundly spanked, and feeling her writhe in ecstasy as he enjoys her body in any way he pleases.
Before she knows it, Sheena finds the strict control she's always maintained over her life slipping away as Julian shows her what it means to be thoroughly dominated. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself completely to a man who will not hesitate to take what he wants?
Publisher's Note: Taking Charge includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Confusion swept through Sheena.
What’s he doing?
She wasn’t paying him top price by the hour to sit and read. She glared at him, a frown creasing her brow. As a minute passed, then another, irritation prickled over her scalp.
He finished his drink then set his empty flute aside. He turned another page in the paper. Her knees were beginning to ache and her skin had cooled.
“Come here,” he said, his voice slicing through the silence in the room.
She pushed up.
“Do not question me. I’ve told you to crawl, that’s what you’ll do.” He closed the paper with a snap and tossed it to the floor.
Sheena returned to her hands and knees position. The heat of simmering anger ran in her veins as she moved one hand, opposite knee, then repeated the process. Slowly she made her way across the room to him.
He widened his legs and nodded between them.
She crawled to the spot between his thighs. She had no idea what was going to happen next.
Leaning forward, he smiled, his eyes softening. “Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
“Thank you, Sir.” His approving words doused her annoyance, the way water on flames would, and the way he looked at her, almost adoringly, calmed her humiliation.
“You can stand now.”
With legs a little stiff, and knees dented with marks from her stockings, she unfolded. When she stood straight, his face was level with her chest. His attention on her breasts.
“I like this,” he said, running his finger over the lace lining the cups of her bra. He went over the left, then the right, and back again. “Sexy.”
She bit on her bottom lip and enjoyed his rapt expression.