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When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can't get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magic, one which she does not know how to even begin.
Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been "friendly with many, close to none", but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he accept she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including anal punishment, figging, spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
Genre: Erotic Paranormal RomancePurchase links: This title is no longer available, it has been replaced with His Captive Mortal. You can see it here
Content/Theme(s): Vampires, Witches, BDSM, Spanking
Release Date: October 1, 2014
Publisher: Baronet Press
Excerpt & More
Sasha yanked her hand out of his mouth, terrified. He’d done his materializing trick, appearing right in front of her with his fangs fully elongated and a look of pure hunger on his face. Not lust this time. He’d looked like a drug addict who needed a fix.
Without thinking, she drew back her palm and slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
A look of surprise flickered over his features, but in short order she found herself bent over the kitchen table, his fingers at the button on her jean shorts. He yanked them down, along with her panties, and began to spank her, harder than she thought possible with just his hand. But then, he had special vampire strength, didn’t he?
Every slap stung, making her catch her breath and list from side to side to avoid them. After about twenty, her ass adjusted, heat flooding the area and taking the shock of each new slap away. Now they came as impact, warmth. Dominance.
Her knees turned weak. Something had to be seriously wrong with her, because she began to welcome each smack, no longer dodging the blows, but lifting her ass to his hand, her breath coming in pants now.
He stopped and stroked her hot skin. “You will never, ever lift your hand to me again.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. She meant it this time. She remembered now that his saliva sealed the cut. He’d probably just been trying to help and she’d over-reacted again. And she definitely should not have slapped him. A dumb move. Who slaps a vampire? She gave a prayer of thanks that her vampire preferred kink over violence when it came to retribution.
Charlie put a hand in the middle of her back and pushed her belly down on the table. Sliding his thumbs between her legs, he pried them apart and outward, exposing her pussy to his view. She heard him inhale deeply.
“Somebody is turned on,” he remarked.
“No, I’m not,” she bit out too quickly to sound convincing.
He covered her hand on the table with his own and dragged it down, past the edge of the table, threading it between her legs, from the front. He pushed both her fingers and his own against her slit, moving them up and down across her slippery folds. “Keep your fingers here,” he murmured in her ear.
He drew his hand away and began to spank her again, at a slower tempo. With each slap, she shoved her fingers inside her pussy, almost involuntarily at first, then eagerly as pleasure began to take over, outweighing the buzz of pain from her punishment.
“The spanking won’t stop until you come,” he informed her. He reached his left hand around her hips and added his fingers to the mix again, still spanking with the other palm. “And don’t even think of faking it, because I can feel your muscles.”
He began to slap harder, enough to distract her from the pleasure and make her worry she would be unable to make herself come, but then she hit a new level of integration, the pain and fear receding as the erotic tension grew. She needed to come. Desperately.
She whimpered with desire, wanting more than fingers inside her. Charlie seemed to know because he began to finger fuck her with several, or maybe all his fingers together, his knuckles pounding against her clit on the in-strokes as his opposite hand continued to spank the daylights out of her.
“Oh...God. Oh, Charlie, oh please...yes, yes, yes,” she babbled incoherently, almost weeping.
Her body jerked, her core spasming as the best orgasm she’d ever had rippled through her. “Ohh—-oh!” she moaned, digging her fingernails into Charlie’s forearm, holding his fingers inside her as she contracted around them. “Oh my God,” she sobbed. “Oh, yes.”
When she finished, she literally collapsed over the table, her entire body going limp. Within seconds, Charlie had her up in his arms, carrying her to the sofa where he sat with her sprawled on his lap. He cradled her back, lowering her torso and lifting her shirt up over her breasts with his teeth.
Even completely spent, her pussy gave a squeeze of excitement. He flicked the nipple of one of her breasts and the pain shot as another signal of desire, straight to her molten core. Her shorts and panties still tangled around her thighs and he pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. While some part of her brain registered the vulnerability of lying completely naked and open to him while he sat totally clothed and in control, she felt sexier and more desirable than she’d ever felt in her life. The wolfish way he looked at her told her how enticing he found her and there was a possessiveness about the way he held her, surveying her body with unabashed appreciation.
Mine. He seemed to project the thought to her. She startled at her first moment of clairaudience. Or was it telepathy? Thought slid away again when he tugged her knee up to expose her pussy. Too relaxed, too exhausted from her orgasm, she wasn’t ready for more, but he slid his hand up her inner thigh until his fingers reached her opening. Inserting two fingers, he pushed them deep inside her and found what must be her g-spot.
She jerked in surprise at the intensity of the sensation. “No,” she moaned.
He raised an eyebrow, beginning to pump in and out, hitting the sweet spot every time. “No?”
“I can’t come again,” she protested. “It’s too soon. Please…”
“You can and you will. Do you need another spanking? I could use my belt this time.”
“No,” she said, arching into his hand, her head thrown back, her knees open wide to give him access. It was already too much—she thought she would explode from the sensations he created within her.
Her hands waved wildly, one of them smacking him in the head.
“Hold your ass,” he told her. “Squeeze it hard and remind yourself of the spanking you’ll get if you don’t come.”
She tucked her hands beneath her pelvis and cupped her own cheeks, hot from the spanking.
“That’s it,” he said, his fingers still working their terrible, wonderful magic. “Hold it up for me, Sasha. Offer your pussy to me.”
She lifted her pelvis in the air, arching even further, opening her most sensitive anatomy to his plunder.
“I want to see you come. I want to see your face this time,” he said.
His words made her shatter. That he wanted to watch, cared so much about her release sent her careening over the edge, her legs kicking out as her hips bucked. Wetness gushed from her and she realized she achieved the elusive female ejaculation.
“That’s it, love,” Charlie crooned, slowing his strokes as her muscles clenched and released over his fingers.
“Charlie,” she choked.
Her head swam as if she’d had too much to drink and she lost track of time, although it was probably no more than a few seconds. Charlie slipped his fingers out of her and licked one. “You taste so good,” he said.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked hoarsely, lifting her head to look at his face.
“I don’t know,” he answered, looking slightly bewildered.
She realized, with a start, he was being perfectly honest.
He lifted her belly up and planted a kiss on it, then cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair with a tenderness she hadn’t seen from him before.
Wanting to reciprocate, she pushed herself off his lap to kneel at his feet, reaching one hand to cup the rock-hard bulge in his pants as the other tried to work the button on his jeans.
“Don’t,” he said, stilling her hand. “You may never touch my cock without permission.”
She sat back, annoyed. Okay, he wanted to play dominant and submissive games with her. She rolled her eyes but said, “Sir, may I please suck your cock?”
“No,” he said, his expression closing. He stood up and strode past her. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said. “You finish the salad.”
She sat on her heels, rejected, staring after him.
What the hell was that about?
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