On day 22, we have the pleasure of introducing Cari Silverwood and her dark Dom series. Remember that the links to the other posts can be found on the sidebar!
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For a Christmas party, Moghul had spent some serious cash. Chris eyed the twenty foot high tree with the giant decorations and the ribbon wrapped boxes underneath that looked big enough to hold a person. Knowing Moghul, that was probably intentional. Beyond the tree, the Christmas lights reflected in the canal water as gleaming rainbow streaks.
People burst into cheers.
Chris leaned against the steel fence separating the lawn of the mansion from the canal and took another swig of the beer he’d been nursing.
“My turn!” Randy, the tall, lean, and crazy Texan, shouted from within the circle of chairs beside the tree.
“Noo,” a woman protested. “You hit too hard. And I’m not sure you get a pass on my ugly meter.”
Chris grinned. Looked like the halls were being decked with brats tonight.
“I’m wounded! C’mon, Rebel. Sit! Be good and you get a free red handprint.”
“And a kiss?”
“Only if you’re very, very good.”
He watched the girl wriggle herself onto Randy’s lap. When he lifted her short skirt everyone oohed as if amazed by the show of cute butt.
“Rebel!” Randy tut tutted. “No underwear?”
She peeked back at him. “Oops. I forgot. You can double smack me if you want?”
Chris grinned. Rebel loved getting her spankings from the Texan.
The outburst of giggling and the smack of hand on ass signaled these few guests were having way too much fun. But there was no real pain involved and it was a bit too mild for his taste. Then he saw Kat had joined in. Her little blue dress was short enough to show off her legs and close-fitting enough to let you see her gorgeous figure.
Wasn’t often she put herself out there for the Doms to mess with. Most of the time, she liked to Domme the girls, but everyone knew everyone at this party and it was all pretty casual and silly.
The spanking was going clockwise. He smiled. Spankorama, here he came. He’d been to his uncle’s get together earlier in the day but this kinky Christmas party was way more interesting. Gourmet BBQ food, beer, beautiful view over the canals, and sharing the night with people he clicked with. Yes. Absolutely better.
So he ambled over, snagged a chair on the way and nudged it into the circle, only one chair away from Kat.
She spotted him almost instantly, and focused on him, gaze steady, as she took her puny couple of spanks from Bram. Once done she exchanged kisses on the cheek with him, slid off his lap and weaved around his knees, to come to Chris.
“You expect me to lie on your lap to get spanked, Chris Wessex?” Hands on hips, Kat challenged him with her wry amusement as much as her stance and words.
He leaned back onto the chair. “That’s up to you. Afraid I’ll make you scream?”
The funny thing was that Kat, fearsome switch or not, did seem to be more afraid of him than any other Dom. That pleased to him. He spread his hands and saw her glance at them. They were big hands, especially compared to hers, and calloused from his martial arts regime. There was nothing he liked more than applying them to misbehaving subs, especially Kat when she was in a submissive mood.
“Consider it my Christmas present to you.” Then he summoned up his most impressive smile.
Kat snorted. “The things I do for Christmas. One spank, only. And I get to spank you after.” She winked at him.
He shook his head.
“Negotiating your Christmas spanking, Kat?” Bram sounded incredulous.
He stayed out of it and just waited, legs stretched out. Some had stopped to watch them duel it out. Besides, the circle had stalled with her standing unspanked.
“Oh, fine. Do whatever.” She slid across his lap.
“Now this is what I call the best present ever.” He lifted the blue chiffon, revealing pretty black lacy panties and a butt that seemed barely pink in the fluorescent lights. “I bet I can make you scream with one spank.” He left his hand on her ass while he spoke, subtly applying pressure, enough to make her clit squeeze onto his thigh.
She wiggled a little, so he pressed a bit harder. The feel of her warm body wriggling on his lap certainly livened things up. His cock was rudely suggesting other things he should do to her ass.
“Stop that, you sneaky bastard. If I don’t scream, do I then get to spank you?”
He was sure enough to risk it and leaned down to murmur his reply to her ear. “You can. Once only. But if you lose, I get to tie you up naked with pretty red ribbons and then fuck you.”
“What the?” Her head turned and she tsked. “I’m not betting that.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Pity. This was so close to the perfect Christmas.”
“Funny how I’m not sorry for you.”
So he spanked her lightly and let her up, adjusting her dress at her hips where it had bunched.
“One day, you’ll say yes.” It was an in joke between them. So far all their scenes had been so severely limited by her that he itched to go further. Much, much further.
“Thank you.” She curtsied, winked, and moved on.
No Sir at the end of her words. He could feel the lack of that. One day he’d get her to say it, get her to submit to him, properly. He glanced over at one of the huge gift boxes. Kat in there all tied up would’ve made this an excellent Christmas.
Bram smacked him on the arm. “Missed an opportunity?”
He barely heard Bram’s chuckle.
Simply spanking her and having her on his lap had been worth it – best Christmas present for years.
Third book in the Pierced Hearts series – dark erotica & dubious consent. For readers who want to venture into the woods at night with no one to hold their hand.
Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.
Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.
But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.
Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.
Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry