“I have a paddle or two to test, Claire. Hold still.”
Two jolting blows hit her ass—one each cheek, and she yelped at the second. Ow. The familiar heat suffused her lower body. She breathed fast for a while into the fabric under her mouth. It didn’t take long anymore for the pain to transform. Not when she recalled all those other times when he’d pushed his fingers into her, played with her…
Six months—and every day of it, when they weren’t making love, they were still together. As his unofficial bodyguard and his consort, she was always by his side. Sometimes it seemed as if Theo had memorized every part of her, mind, body and soul, he knew her so well.
“Turn your head and look, dear.”
Through the tendrils of her hair that tumbled across her face, she looked back.
The smug grin on Theo’s face was the first she saw, then the mirror he held, and what it reflected. Her bottom showed bright red around two backward words. On one cheek was Just on the other was Married.
She gasped. “Theo!”
“Well?” He lowered one hand, smoothed it forward over her bottom to the inward slope of her lower back. “What do you think?”
“Um.” Confusion scattered her thoughts. He couldn’t mean…did he? “Of course it’s nice…Sir.”
He smiled and knelt by her side, kissed her once, softly. “So, you like the idea of a wedding?”
Oh, dear. Oh yes! A wedding! But… She screwed up her mouth, shifted her head closer to his, then tangled her fingers into his shirt cuff while he played with a lock of her hair. “Do I want to know when you plan to use those?”
This time he licked the top of her nose. “Afterward, at the party when there’s only a few close friends left. I plan to bend you over a table.”
The wet spot on her nose cooled. She smiled at his silliness.
Uh. Not so bad…except for the public smacking part—one was okay, but a whole crowd? Then she noticed the delighted look on Mr. Hinchcliff’s face. Was it the smacking and her naked bottom he liked, or the prospect of a wedding? Maybe both?
“Congratulations to Sir and Miss.” He dipped his head slightly.
Ah. Well, he certainly didn’t mind the wedding. She swallowed past the big lump in the middle of her throat. “Thank you, Mr. Hinchcliff.” Tears overflowed and trickled from the corner of her eye. Theo, his face only inches away, raised his eyebrow. “It’s just the smack, really. It’s not… I’m okay. Thank you, sir.” If someone had checked her insides right then and there, she was sure they’d find her full of fluttering butterflies.
Everywhere within her felt on edge and jittery and…just so fricking wonderful.
“I know how to stop you crying.” He moved in and kissed her again, gentle at first, as if her lips were some fragile wondrous creation, then harder and more determined. Soon all she could hear was the gasp of their breathing and the rasp of his stubble on her skin and the sofa. All she could feel was his lips and tongue. All she could smell and taste was Theo. She screwed her fingers tighter into his sleeve. She was never ever letting him go.
Loose Id Titles by Cari Silverwood
Iron Dominance
Three Days of Dominance
Cari Silverwood
Though I’d much rather stay invisible and spin you all tales with my words, here’s a little snippet of my world.
I have a lovely family here in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs, a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what I write, and a furry menagerie of animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
Before writing Three Days of Dominance I had never dipped my little toes in the hot and lust-swirled sea of erotica. Now every time I turn around, there’s some new character making me write down their story in the most lurid way. My people are quite adamant about explaining creative new ways of making love, so I doubt I’ll run out of ideas anytime soon, though I may go cross-eyed.
And, dammit, I can’t seem to stop reading other erotica authors either. I have come over to the dark side. Someone please find me a candle...and some rope. ’Cause if Darth Vader’s here, I’m going to see if he’s up for some bondage and wax play.