by Kelly Dawson
When she lands a job as an apprentice jockey at a racing stable, Bianca is determined not to let her Tourette’s Syndrome interfere with her dream career, and she does her best to conceal her occasional tics from her ridiculously handsome new boss. But Clay Lewis is not an easy man to fool. He soon discovers her secret, and when he casually mentions that she ought to be spanked for her deception it sets Bianca’s heart racing like nothing ever has before.
Her crush on Clay grows stronger by the day, but while she strives to impress him at work Bianca struggles to deal with tragic circumstances in her own life. With her younger sister—and lifelong best friend—incapacitated by terminal cancer and becoming more dependent on her by the day, she finds herself pushing herself to the point of skipping meals and going without sleep.
Clay can see the toll that stress is taking on Bianca, and when she collapses from exhaustion at the stable he knows it is time for him to step in, but not as a boss or as a boyfriend. What she needs is a loving daddy who will both comfort her when she is sad and bare her bottom and spank her like a naughty little girl when she doesn’t take care of herself properly.
Bianca delights in the attention she receives from Clay, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her as his own it brings her more pleasure than she would have ever thought possible, but she cannot help wondering if he will stay by her side even when her tics are at their worst. Can she truly trust Clay enough to surrender her heart to him and let her daddy take the reins?
Genre: Erotic Contemporary RomancePurchase link(s): Amazon ARe Kobo B&N
Content/Theme(s): BDSM, D/s, Cowboys, Age play, Spanking, Western
Release Date: May 30, 2016
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Excerpt & More
She sat on the edge of the bath, resting against him, watching while he squirted shower gel into the running water to make suds. Despite still feeling so wobbly on her feet, so weak and dizzy, she smiled. How long had it been since she’d had a bubble bath? She couldn’t remember.
She didn’t protest when Clay undid the buttons on her shirt, gently easing it back off her shoulders. She didn’t complain when he slid her jodhpurs down her thighs, lifting up first one foot and then the other, to pull them off the ends of her feet. But she let out a startled cry when his soft hands returned to her back, to undo the fastenings on her bra.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “You’re safe, I promise you. You wanted to be a little kid again, to have someone take care of you, to be claimed and punished. Well I’m claiming you. I’m taking care of you. I’ll be your daddy – you’ll be my little girl. I will take care of you.”
Too tired to argue, she smiled in agreement. Right now, that sounded like bliss.
She didn’t resist when Clay gently slid her bra forward down over her arms, freeing her breasts. And when he stood her up to slide her knickers down her legs, she cooperated with him, holding onto his shoulders for balance and lifting her feet one at a time so she could step out of them. Strangely, she wasn’t embarrassed when she stood there in front of him in all her naked glory, watching as his eyes roamed over her.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. Then he stood up. “In you get,” he commanded, helping her step over the side and lower herself down into the bubbles.
She leaned back and closed her eyes as the warm water washed over her, disappearing under the hot suds right up to her neck. She kept her eyes closed as Clay soaped up a washcloth and ran it over her skin, thoroughly cleaning her entire body, every single crevice, with a gentle, circular motion. She should be asking him to stop, she should be mortified at this man touching her, washing her most intimate places, but she wasn’t. She felt cared for and secure; she felt all her stress slipping away as the suds washed over her. She felt content.
“Lie back.” Clay pushed her head down into the water gently, running his fingers through her hair, wetting the strands from root to tip. She could feel the strength in his fingers as he massaged her scalp, kneading the shampoo over her head and through her hair. Thick lather ran down his wrists and into the water around her as he washed her hair, then he tilted her head back and rinsed it out expertly.
She smiled. When had anyone ever washed her hair? She hadn’t even set foot in a hair salon in years – Annie always trimmed her hair for her when it got too long. She’d never cared enough about her appearance to bother with professional haircuts. It seemed a bit pointless really, to pay a fortune for a flash hair-do when she looked ridiculous anyway by screwing up her face at random. Annie. How was she getting on? Was she all settled into her new home already? Now that she knew Rose’s immediate future was secure, she’d been intending to go and visit Annie, maybe take her out for lunch. She sat up.
“I need to go; I have to go see Annie.”
Clay shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere – you’re exhausted. You need a sleep. After you’ve had a nap, I’ll drive you there myself, I promise.”
“I need to see her,” she whined. “You don’t understand,” she pleaded.
Clay put a finger to her lips, shushing her. “You will see her, but you need a nap first. You’ve been running yourself ragged, stressing yourself out to the point of collapse.” He looked at his watch. “It’s only 11 o’clock. Ordinarily, you’d still be working now. You can sleep until 2pm, then we’ll go visit her. Deal? I’ll get your shift covered for this afternoon so you can spend the entire evening with her.”
She nodded. That sounded fair.
“I’m glad you agreed to that, little girl,” he told her, and winked. Then his voice took on a stern tone. “Because when little girls are naughty, they go across their daddy’s knee, their pants get pulled down, and their bottoms get smacked. It would be most unfortunate if you found yourself in that position now, wouldn’t it?” He winked again. “A spanking hurts so much more on wet skin.
A thrill shot through her at his words. Was he serious? Would he actually spank her if she disobeyed? As he wrung out the washcloth and draped it over the side of the bath, having just washed her entire body in a loving, caring manner, it occurred to her then that he most probably would.
“Out you get.” He stood up, holding a huge towel out for her in one hand while he helped her out with the other. After wrapping her up snugly in the towel he wrapped another one around her dripping locks and carried her out of the bathroom, into the lounge. The dizziness had faded since her bath and she looked around curiously. The house was surprisingly tidy for three bachelors, with stylish, minimalist furniture spread throughout the plushly carpeted rooms.
He sat down on the couch, positioning her on the floor between his feet. Squeezing the last remaining drops of water from her hair, he deftly weaved her damp tresses into a thick plait down her back.
“Tell me about Annie,” he asked her softly as he kneaded her neck and shoulders, his strong fingers massaging out the kinks her tics put there. He seemed to know where the pain was worst and concentrated his efforts there, working out the hard knots in her neck, and she lay back against his legs and let him. She didn’t tic at all as she sat there, submitting to his expert ministrations; she felt relaxed. Instead of feeling self-conscious as she knew she should, wearing only a towel, she felt safe and cherished, cared for. Was this what he’d meant when he said he would take care of her? Had he been referring to tending to her every need? If it was, she liked it. It made her feel secure, child-like and happy.
She took a deep breath. “Annie is my life,” she began. For the next several minutes she told Clay all about Annie. She told him stories from her childhood, tales both funny and sad, that showed how close the sisters were and how strong their bond was. She told him how Annie was the only person who truly understood her, the only one who had never judged her or complained about her Tourette’s, the only one who knew her deep, dark secrets. Finally, she told him about her battle with cancer; how strong and brave she’d been, how hard she’d fought, and her voice broke as she admitted that slowly but surely, she was losing the battle.
“She sounds like a remarkable woman,” Clay agreed with sincerity. “I’d like to meet her. Will you introduce me to her this afternoon?”
Bianca nodded, her tears turning to a smile. “I’d like that.”
He patted her shoulder. “Up you get, baby girl,” he’d commanded softly. “Let’s get you ready for bed.” Picking her up in his strong arms again, he cradled her against his chest as he carried her down a hallway and opened a door into a bedroom that was totally devoid of any personal items. A huge, perfectly made bed with a gorgeous antique Kauri headboard stood in the centre of the room with a matching bedside table on each side. Other than that was a single dresser, the top of it completely empty. There was no other furniture at all. She was surprised; there were no books or photos, there was nothing in the room at all to indicate that it actually belonged to anyone, that someone slept there. He deposited her gently on the edge of the wrinkle-free black duvet.
“I’ll just find you something to wear.” Opening the top drawer of the dresser he pulled out a grey t-shirt. “Here you go.”
She had no choice but to raise her arms and cooperate as he un-wrapped the towel from her and pulled the t-shirt down over her head with firm but gentle hands. Then he pulled back the duvet to reveal wrinkle-free, sky blue sheets.
“In you hop.”
She shook her head. “I’ve changed my mind. I want to go and see Annie. I’m fine, I don’t need a sleep.” She stood up, naked under the t-shirt that reached her knees. “I need my clothes.”
Clay held her back with his hands on her shoulders. “No you need a sleep.” His voice was firm, unyielding.
“Let me go,” she snapped at him. “I need my clothes. I’m going to see Annie.”
Quick as a flash, Clay spun her around and slapped her bottom hard, twice. The thin t-shirt offered very little in the way of protection against his hard hand, and tears filled her eyes as she was overwhelmed with emotion once again. She bit her lip, trying to hold them back, but she was so emotionally ragged, and the little spanking was the last straw.
Clay gently guided her into the bed, laying her down, and covering her with the sheet. The bed may have been perfectly made, but the sheets smelled unmistakably of him. Clutching a handful of the fabric in her fist, she held it up to her face, taking comfort in the manly scent that smelled faintly of horses mixed with his soap and deodorant. She didn’t fight him as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her and his large hand traced circles on her back, comforting her.
“Go to sleep, baby girl,” he commanded softly. “You’ll feel much better afterwards.”
She could feel herself drifting off as he sat next to her and rubbed her back, the fingers of his other hand entwining in her hair. She felt so relaxed, so safe, so cherished.
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