Showing posts with label Jaye Peaches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaye Peaches. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2015

Deflowering His Bride: Guest Post by Jaye Peaches

Thank you Natasha for hosting me. I’ve brought along an excerpt from my latest book, His Lordship’s Mate, a Regency spanking tale with a twist.

Ella’s wedding has been postponed, but that doesn’t mean Gethin isn’t in a hurry to deflower his new bride. Driven by something she doesn’t understand, he has to mate with her quickly.

She had no time to view his bedchamber. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, he reengaged with fierce kisses whilst walking her backwards. He consumed her lips with heart-fluttering eagerness and she draped her arms about his shoulders, locking them together.

From her lips he travelled down to her neck, kissing her with such force as she tilted her head up and to one side and moaned. As he crushed her to his body and his arms cinched her shoulders and narrow waist, the proximity afforded her the ability to feel his rapidly beating heart thump against her breast.

When he lowered his mouth to her cleavage, he growled softly. Loosening his grip, she staggered back and had no opportunity to resist or protest as he snatched at the collar of her gown and tore it off her shoulders. The fabric ripped down the centre, then he split the dress down to her waist. The sleeves drifted away from her elbows and slipped over her shaking hands.

The sparks in his eyes gleamed, a yellowish tinge, just as they had done in the carriage when he’d taken to Edgton. Their meaning was clearer now; they showed his passion for her, something she’d failed to recognise during that fateful journey.

Her lips trembled and her knees knocked together—her rampant state of nervousness on display. However, mixed amongst those signs of trepidation she distinguished her lust—her juices flowed, her clitoris pulsated, and her nipples hardened into plum stones. Gethin had bared his teeth slightly, and with his thick head of unruly hair curling about his flushed cheeks, he possessed the look of a wild man.

No sound passed her lips. She had no wish to halt his frantic stripping. His ferocious need to see her flesh excited her. In seconds, the gown lay in tatters about her ankles, and the petticoat joined it, torn into ribbons. He tugged apart the laces of her bodice before snapping the bones in the ribbing using just his fingertips. Bared and exposed, she closed her eyes, stood as still as her weak legs would allow her, and waited for him to touch her naked flesh.

The last sliver of clothing had floated away and the air moved around her body—a blanket that made her shiver and break into goose bumps. The room was blessed with some residual heat but the shock of his fervent undressing had caused her teeth to chatter. Overwhelmed, she shut her eyes.

Breathless, debased, and vulnerable, she clutched her hands to her sides and her legs snapped together—she swayed. Nothing from him, not a single caress of his lips or hands. Had she failed him? Was she a disappointment for his feasting eyes?

Ella opened her eyes. Gethin had stepped back and appeared to be in a state of rapture. The usual black pinpricks of his pupils had widened into dark pools, and he slowly circled his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Fully clothed, he had not offered her one complementary glimpse of his body.

“Beautiful. Perfect,” he murmured, somewhat calmed and contemplative. “I shall explore every inch of you.” With remarkable grace and gentleness, he swept her up into his arms, leaving behind her destroyed clothes and shoes, and laid her on the vast four-poster bed.

  
Blurb

Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Taken as Payment by Jaye Peaches #spanking #BDSM

Hi Natasha, thank you for inviting me to your blog. 
The fun part of writing science fiction is pushing the boundaries and experimenting with alternative worlds. Iona has been given to Xane because her community can’t pay their taxes. Now his servant, she must wear a collar. Having refused to put it on, he’s taken her over his knee for a long spanking.

She had started to whimper, then the soft sobbing came. To his relief—as he hadn’t wanted to inflict unnecessary marks on her or imply he was some monster who enjoyed inflicting pain—she gave in. Her body went lax as the rigidity in her muscles disintegrated, leaving her spent and slumped across his lap. He ceased his spanking and rubbed the rouge of her heated skin, dissipating the fire within her cheeks with small circles of his tingling palm.
“Will you wear your collar?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” A solitary affirmation but it was all he required.
Xane released his hold on Iona and guided her down to his side and onto her knees. Her cheeks bore the tracks of tears, while her eyes were puffy and red. He stroked her hair, waiting for her to catch her breath. Without any prompting from him, she rested her forehead on his thigh and a few minutes slipped past quietly.
Taking the collar out of his pocket, he carefully placed it around her neck, attaching it at the back with the clasp. It fitted snugly, but not tightly, and it seemed to weigh only a few grams.
She fingered it. “Can’t I put it on when I leave the apartment?”
“No. Only take it off when you immerse yourself in water. It’s supposed to be waterproof, but you may cleanse yourself unhindered. You have to prove to me you will be conscientious about wearing it, then I might allow you some exceptions. I wish to make it clear to you, Iona, there will be rules, certain conditions to ensure your good conduct and you will comply or face the consequences, here in this room, bent over.”
She sucked in air through pursed lips. “Very well.” She rose and he helped her to her feet. “Please, may I go now,” she said coldly, without looking at him.
Xane tipped her chin up, forcing her to show him her eyes. No longer red around the rims, they shone like black pits surrounded by melted silver. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “You’re very beautiful, quite extraordinary…” he whispered. She flinched and he dropped his hand away. “Are you afraid of me?” It would disappoint him greatly that she feared him when he wanted nothing but loyalty and respect from her. At least for now those emotions would suffice.
The pause lengthened. She shook her head. “No. I don’t fear you.” Her voice trembled. He wasn’t convinced.
“This,” he touched the thin strip around her narrow neck, “means you are taken care of. Without it… others might assume you are a Chandran and must behave as we do. You are not prepared for that.”
Her eyebrows drew in, forming lines on her forehead. Naturally, she had no idea about such things.
“It is of no matter for now,” he added hastily. “Go prepare some food. Explore that kitchen. Make something sufficient for the three of us.”
“And where do I sit while you and Daxar dine? On the floor where you feed me your scraps?”
Xane sighed. “No, Iona. You sit next to me. Where else would I want you?”

Blurb:
When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.
Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.
Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?
Publisher’s Note: Taken as Payment is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of domination and submission. 
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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Friday, September 18, 2015

An Erotic Wine Tasting: Indulge Me by Jaye Peaches

I have Jaye Peaches here with her brand new (and hot) release, Indulge Me! Welcome, Jaye!

Hi Natasha, thank you for having me visit. I’ve brought you my new book, Indulge Me, and a couple of wine tasters. Wine might be Saffron’s passion, however, she’s quickly learning to enjoy a different one, courtesy of Gideon’s little games.


“Captivating,” announced Gideon. “But, I think you might need a little sensory deprivation while I make full use of my senses.”
Saffron rose onto her elbows. “Meaning?”
He went across to the kitchen area and retrieved a tea towel. Swinging the cloth around, he wound it into a coiled roll. She tensed, as he snapped it straight.
“Your eyes. They are mischievous. Has anyone told you that, Saffron? I think they should be shuttered, then you’ll have to concentrate harder.”
“I’m… not sure.” As he ambled over, she rolled onto one side.
“Just your eyes. I’m not confining you in any other way. Believe me, you’ll enjoy this so much more. If it gets too much, there is nothing to stop you taking it off.”
“Okay.”
He rested one knee on the bed and leant over her, lowering the makeshift blindfold over her eyes. Darkness descended as a thick band of blackness enveloped by sight, but above and below the folded towel, she could see light peeking in. He tied the ends behind her head, but not too tight. However, when she shook her head, as he asked, the blindfold didn’t slip.
“What now?” she asked as he shifted on the bed. Where was he going?
He straddled her legs, just about her knees, not quite pinning her down with his weight. She wriggled, checking her mobility.
“Oi,” He rapped his knuckles on her bottom. “This won’t work unless you stay still. Now, rest your head on your arms, so your back is arched. I’m making a little slide out of you, a runway for this.”
She tensed, burying her head in her arms as instructed. She knew what to expect this time—a cold liquid, except this time her skin was warmer and the wine icier, it had been in the fridge. She braced herself, crushing her fingers around the pillow, holding her breath.
The first touch wasn’t wine, but Gideon’s hand brushing her hair off her shoulders. The next, the trickle of wine landing between her shoulder blades and slowly dribbling down her spine. She gasped at the frigidity of the fizzy white.
“Oh, fuckety fuck!” The wine tumbled down her back heading towards her coccyx in a continuous stream.
“I would rather you didn’t swear. Save that word for its true purpose.”
“Well, blooming Nora, then!” She yelped as a fresh ribbon of wine began its journey down her back. “This is meant to be sexy!” She griped, shivering.
“No, but this is.”
The soft, oh so delectably warm tip of his tongue touched her lowest vertebrate. Scooping up the spillage, he dragged his tongue up her back, catching the ripples of cold liquid as they descended.
“Oh, fuck!” Saffron screeched at the contrasting wetness of his tormenting appendage and sparkling wine—one cordial, the other arctic. “You’re tickling.” She twisted her shoulders from side to side, sending the wine off in all directions. It didn’t perturb Gideon, who added more wine and continued to lick her.
“Orangey, dry, exquisitely dry. Toast, too, don’t you think?” he murmured.
How would she know? He was the one tasting it. She sank deeper into her pillow, the icy sensation abating and his tongue less ticklish. As she mellowed, he slid to one side of her, his mouth in continuous contact. Kissing away the droplets of the bubbly, he stroked her bottom with his hand. Gentle circular caresses and she squirmed at the tenderness of his touch.
Saffron waited for his fingers to explore, to push inside her and conquer.

Blurb

She sees him once.
He’s standing across the wine cellar watching her when their eyes meet. Miles away from home in California’s Napa Valley, she’s caught in his gaze. Though, neither one speaks, for a moment the rest of the world falls away, and she sends him a smile.
She sees him again.
Back home in England. Is it the same man? In the middle of a crowded wine fair, she spots him. A smile of recognition, but no words exchanged. She shakes it off, the same line of business, the same events, it's a small world.
The third is no coincidence.
She's running a private tasting and in walks her mystery man, dressed in a fine suit. What does she really know about him other than they share a love of wine? She’s intrigued, even more so when she discovers he has sought her out. When he invites her to a private session in a wine cellar, deep underneath a castle, she begins to uncover his secrets.
Saffron surrenders her body and embarks on an indulgent journey with the attractive sommelier, Gideon. As a wine taster, Saffron continually uses her senses to carve out a successful career, driving her to the peak of her profession. However, when Gideon leads her on an erotic adventure fueled by passion and self-discovery, she's startled to learn that she's been living her life ignorant of sensory pleasures that require other talents, ones she’d never explored with her previous, disastrous lover. That man, who envies her success, is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved.
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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Perfect Notes: Brand New From Jaye Peaches


I'm really happy to have Jaye Peaches here today sharing from her newest release. Here she is!

Hi Natasha, thank you for letting me visit and share a little teaser from my new release – Perfect Notes.  Callie is an independent woman, who hasn’t needed a strong man in her life… until now. Stefan is the alpha male and likes to have his wicked way with her, and on his terms!


Excerpt

“Do with me?” I lay back down. “What have I done wrong?”
“You teased me. Forced me to come.”
“Forced you?” I recollected that he’d done that to me as recently as Sunday. Revenge felt somewhat sweet.
He skimmed his palms back up my arms. Taking my wrists again, he repositioned them next to my head, except this time his grip was looser, painless.
I made a pretense of writhing about. It excited him. His cock burst back into life. I wriggled my hips about under his strong thighs.
“Yes, forced me. I think a little punishment fuck is due.”
I went rigid. What the hell did that mean?
“Don’t worry,” he said quickly. “In my book, punishment doesn’t mean pain. It means compliance. No misbehaving. You’ll get what I give you and I take precedence this time, Mausi. If you do want to come, you’re going to be begging me.”
“Begging you,” I iterated. My stomach erupted with those ridiculous adrenaline-driven flutters.
“Yes.”
Oh, yes. Make me beg for it, Stefan.
He stretched out and covered me with his long body. From head to toe he lay on me. He dragged my arms above my head and wrapped my knuckles around the metal bed poles in the headboard.
“Hold these. You’re going to need them.” He winked at me.
My heart rate shot up. I held each cold iron pole tightly as instructed. His lips met mine and I eagerly let his tongue slip in and explore. Gentle kisses. Misleading, because below his cock rested on my mound. It hardened with each nip of his teeth on my lower lip and delicate caress of his hands.
I spread my legs, opening up that vulnerable space and inviting him in. I didn’t care about condoms. My resolve disintegrated. He ground his cock against my mound then rocked slowly up and down. With each swing, he dipped lower, brushed the hood of my clit up and knocked my tender nub with accuracy. The exquisite torture, well directed and exact, sent waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my body.
His hands, mouth and cock all worked in a devastating combination. An electric pulse buzzed and tiny contractions spun out from my overstimulated clitoris.
He grazed his teeth against an earlobe. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
I arched my back, pushing up against his relentless erection. “I can’t hold it.” I panted, pained by his torment.
“You will. This is a punishment fuck, remember?” He spoke with a delicious severity. I wanted to obey him, but my body mutinied, driving me closer to the edge.
I shook my head and kept my eyes shut. I couldn’t possibly look at him after that statement.

Blurb:
Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.
Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Intense and Sensual: New #Spanking Romance by Jaye Peaches

Please welcome Jaye Peaches to my blog today with an intensely sensual piece from Viola's Heart Strings, her latest Victorian spanking romance. 

Hi Natasha, thank you having me on your blog today. 
I’m sharing from my latest release, a hot Victorian romance with spankings and sex…. and teasing. Viola’s husband, Sir Anton, has finally brought her to one of his secret rooms. It’s empty and with both of them standing in the middle of the room, he’s asked her what she thinks is its purpose.


His tone was the one she loved to respond to without question. He tied his necktie about her eyes, blindfolding them.
She thought hard. The room was empty and spacious, devoid of the trappings of life and personality. She stood still in the centre. The windows, like all of the windows in the cloistered rooms, had been shuttered up. Even so she could hear the wind blowing hard outside and in the distant, perhaps the rustle of tree branches. The room didn’t smell of anything in particular, although she felt it would benefit from an airing.
She heard him breathing close by—level breaths so unlike her own. She kept her eyes shut and his finger touched her face, lingering on her cheek for a few seconds before it trailed down her face. Lower the finger went, until it reached the thread, which tied the lapel collars of her robe together. He pulled the cord and the soft fur slipped down her naked body, both tickling and caressing her skin. For a moment, her skin goose bumped with the exposure to the cool air. She knew her nipples were springing up; her little emblems of her arousal.
He continued to trail his finger lower, between her breasts, into her navel and then it reached its destination.
“Uh!” muttered Viola, as he stroked her fragile clitoris with a fluttering gesture.
“You haven’t answered my question, Viola.” He spoke directly into her ear.
“I feel empty. A nothingness about me… except you. I truly don’t have anything to think about.” She bit her lip—had she offended him?
“This room is that. A nothingness waiting to be filled with emotions. I can tease you with my fingers or my lips.” He kissed her nipples. “I can suck you until you writhe about.”
He sucked hard on a nipple making her legs go like jelly. “I could bring a whip in here and use it until you are on your knees begging for mercy. Or maybe a gramophone and you would dance naked with me, blindfolded with only my hands to guide you. Or a feather to trail across you until the tickling becomes agony. Or perhaps a stool to bend you over, allowing me to take you with gusto. So many things I could do in this empty room.” His voice lured and baited her unceasingly.
Throughout his speech, he teased her tender clitoris with slow circles of his thumb. With the last words, he penetrated her pussy with a long finger. “So wet, Viola, so eager for me to fuck. Is that what you want me to do?” He squeezed a buttock cheek with his other hand.
Viola rapidly disassembled into emotionally frayed parts. Her arousal was approaching a climax of mammoth proportions as his two hands expertly frigged and insulted her senses in tandem. “Please, please make me come for you.” She tossed her head back and leaned against his sturdy form so she could keep upright.
“What is this room about? What is its purpose?” he asked again, his hands working harder.
His fingers had become brutal extensions of his sadistic ability to emasculate her, to force her to lose her inhibitions completely for his pleasure. She let him without resistance. Piece by piece she fragmented, struggling to contain herself. His own body had stiffened, his caged cock flexed against her and she had to hold back the desire to fall to her knees, seek it out with her nuzzling face and swallow it whole.
“I... I...” She spoke inarticulately, unable to form words: her mind a mess of undefinable emotions.
He lifted two fingers deep inside her drenched pussy and stretched her insides, chafing her sex spot—she teetered on her tiptoes.
“Oh please, sir,” she moaned, pressing her hands against his chest, curling her fingers about his clothing. Through the fabric, she felt the thundering beats of his heart. Fast, but not as racy as her own frantic pulsating beats.
“Once we are in this room, I am your lord. I am your absolute master and nothing you say or do will be other than what I wish or desire. You will be commanded and controlled to whatever purpose I yearn.”
“My lord, yes I am yours to command,” repeated Viola, arching her back and pushing her pelvis onto his hand.
Three fingers entered her willing pussy and she continued to dilate about his thrusting hand. He pressed his thumb on her clitoris and circled it. “What is the room’s purpose, Viola, tell me!” demanded Anton.
She was close to succumbing to an orgasm. “Whatever you wish, lord. It is a room of fantasies and desires,” she gasped faintly.
“Yes, my sweet Viola. We bring in here what we are and what we want to be. You can tell me, outside these walls, your fantasies and dreams and I will recreate them for our delectation. Once in here, you have no control over what happens. You must show your obedience, your trust and respect. There will be my imaginings too and you will accommodate them to the best of your ability. I will not punish you if you fail as long as you try hard to fulfil my wishes.”

Blurb
After a whirlwind courtship in Monaco, innocent Viola falls in love and marries enigmatic Sir Anton Valise. Following their honeymoon in France, she begins a new life at his estate in Dorset, England. Anton's need for passionate, dominant love-making is haunted by memories of his first wife, Margot, and he fears his new wife will falter in her love for him if she does not remain obedient. To keep her loyal, the baronet introduces rules to aid Viola's submission but suppresses his desire to spank her when she errs.
With nobody to befriend or trust, the lonely Viola overhears the hushed conversations of the servants discussing the beautiful Margot, whom died in mysterious circumstances, and she discovers secret rooms in the house, which unearth a side of Anton she had not imagined.
Viola fears Anton will never cease loving Margot and she is determined to keep him happy. Whenever Anton dominates her in the bedroom, she fantasizes about his wish to spank her, and it rouses her craving to submit to increasingly erotic sex until eventually, she commits an error of judgment and Anton is forced to impose his discipline upon her.
With tension between the couple rising, Anton and Viola's relationship reaches a crisis point leading to Viola discovering a past filled with lies and pretences, above and below stairs.


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Monday, February 9, 2015

In Enemy Hands by Jaye Peaches

           
I'd like to welcome Jaye Peaches to my blog today with her latest release, In Enemy Hands. I think that may be one of the most beautiful, most romantic covers I've ever seen...sigh... Here she is with an excerpt. Just to set it up, in this scene, when the kitchen boy is caught poisoning the drinking well, Hester steps into takes his punishment, however, Captain Daniel Hasard believes Hester is responsible for the deed.


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She stood before him, her eyes darting about nervously.
“Tell me the truth, Hester. Were you out there last night?”
Her eyes stopped roving and rested on him, widening in surprise. “I don’t know what you mean—”
“Don’t lie to me. A boy, of what eleven years, with a bottle of poison? This was your idea and Hodge came along out of loyalty. You pleaded for him with your life. You look guilty, don’t deny it.” He drummed his fingers on the armrest.
Hester bowed her head. “Yes. It was my idea.”
“Why didn’t you step forward?”
“I’m ashamed to say, I didn’t want to take the blame. Now, I accept I should and I will.”
“How do you think I should punish you, Hester?” He ran his finger up and down the armrest.
She shuffled her feet about on the floor, fiddling with the laces of her petticoats. “A whipping?” she said softly.
“Indeed, that is what I shall do.”
He sent for his sergeant, instructed him to cut down small branches from the nearby trees and fashion a switch. She listened, her face flushed and her hands trembling at her sides.
Left alone with Hester, Daniel rose to his feet. She shot backwards, her eyes widening. “I’d rather you weren’t afraid of me,” he said.
She snorted. “You’re about to beat me; I think I’m entitled to feel whatever I want.”
“True. However, you brought this upon yourself. I asked for cooperation and you have shown me disdain and rudeness.”
“We are enemies, sir.”
He leant back on the edge of the table. The paleness of her complexion told him she was nervous. He followed the line of her chin, observing the thinness of her neck and below her collarbones, the opening of her gown, which displayed the top of her cleavage. Her chest rose and fell, lifting her bosom and the skin flushed pink. He knew it was probably her fear of the whipping and he guessed she was mortified by his need to punish her, but something else lurked beneath the fine figure of a young woman. He shook his head, dismissing the notion that she might hold some other feelings towards him. He leapt off the table, determined to find a means to control his urges, those ridiculous yearnings to know her intimately, which had come close to exciting his manhood. She was right, they were enemies and while he couldn’t deny her attraction, he would have to find a way to keep those thoughts at bay.
“You should prepare yourself.” He strode around the table and stood on the other side, creating the necessary distance between them. “I suggest you stand facing the fireplace and contemplate your actions. Do not move or speak.” He waved a dismissive hand.
She frowned and stomped over to the fireplace. With an audible huff, she stood motionless with her arms crossed.
Daniel bowed his head and gripped the back of nearby chair. She seemed resolute in undermining his authority. He had to stamp it out before she become unwieldy. “Mistress Cavell, I wish you to show remorse for your actions and all I see is defiance.”
“So be it,” she shouted over her shoulder.
“Place your hands behind your back, then kneel on the floor.”
“What?” She spun on her toes to face him, her jaw lowering.
“Kneel on the floor and hands behind your back, now,” he re-iterated his command in an unwavering tone. It masked his real emotions, which remained hovering between annoyance and an irrational urge to lose his self-control. If she wasn’t prepared to show her submission with appropriate words, then he would contain her, make her appear humble and small. His grip on the chair tightened as she narrowed her eyes.
Her petulance showed in the slowness of her compliance. She inched down onto the floor, shuffled about, and tucked her hands behind her back.
“Good.” He sighed and loosened his grasp.
The sergeant returned with Matthew. Upon seeing Hester knelt on the floor, his lieutenant glanced back and forth between them. Crossing the room, he whispered into Daniel’s ear. “She’s a lady, sir. Is the sergeant an appropriate—”
“I am well aware of her status. I shall conduct the punishment myself. She may keep her smock down for decency.” Daniel discharged his sergeant and asked him to leave.
Matthew led her to the end of the table. “Bend over. Please, miss.” He tapped her shoulder, then stepped away.
Hester placed the palms of her hand on the wood and hesitated. Matthew scowled and moved forward. “I don’t want to have to force you.”
Daniel held up his hand. “Give her time, Matthew.” The lieutenant edged away and out of the periphery of Daniel’s vision.
She slid her hands forward, reaching out across the table to some unknown object. Bent over, she retracted her arms and rested her head on them.
Daniel picked up the switch fashioned by his sergeant and he checked for rogue thorns or splinters. As he swished it through the air, she jumped, peering up from where she’d hidden her face.
Stooping, he took hold of the hem of her petticoat and raised it up over her bottom, allowing the fabric to settle on her back. The white smock lay beneath, covering her naked bottom. A thinner fabric than he’d anticipated and he could see the outline of each lobe, rounded and symmetrical. He admired her curvaceous form.
He leant forward and nearly touched her ear with his lips. “Make a fuss. I want your servants to know I mean business.”

Blurb:
When the rest of her household flees the family estate during the English Civil War, Hester Cavell, a proud Royalist supporter, stays behind hoping to protect her home. Unfortunately for Hester, she quickly finds that she is no match for a troop of Parliamentarian dragoons, led by Captain Daniel Hasard. Once the dragoons take control of her house, Daniel lets Hester stay with her servants, but he warns her that he will punish her severely if she causes any trouble.
Despite Daniel’s warning, it isn’t long before Hester risks her safety and attempts to sabotage his troops, earning her a long, hard switching on her bare bottom. But as the weeks pass, she begins to realize that the man behind the enemy uniform is loving, intelligent, and kind, and she can’t help but grow more and more attracted to him. Daniel returns Hester’s affection, and while they remain enemies by day to protect her reputation, they soon become passionate lovers by night.
Not wanting the servants to guess at their games, Hester continues to make a pretence at mischief, and Daniel continues to punish her sternly. But when a servant at last finds out the truth of their relationship, will it bring an end to their newfound romance, or will Daniel cast aside politics and allegiances and ask for her hand in marriage?

Publisher’s Note: In Enemy Hands is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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