A Dom is for Life
By Ashe Barker
She betrayed me. Hurt me. Will just one spanking be enough
to settle the score?
- Ashe Barker Books, 2020
- Release Date 26 September 2020
- Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
- HEA ending
#eroticromance #ashebarker #dominance #spanking #contemporary #bdsm
Buy Link https://www.amazon.com/Dom-Life-Ashe-Barker-ebook/dp/B08K4SRCWZ (and it’s FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited)
Blurb
A Dom is for Life … not just for Christmas.
It’s been over three years since her bitter break up with her husband, and Libby Novak is over him. Definitely. All she needs to do is sign the final papers and their divorce will be final, the whole sorry chapter finished with.
So, why doesn’t she?
A slip up in a shopping centre places her on the wrong side of the law, and Libby is horrified when the head of security turns out to be her soon-to-be ex-husband, Josh. She manages to convince him of her innocence though, and he’s prepared to let her go.
So why doesn’t she just head for the exit? Why, instead, does she beg him to spank her, like he used to do, when they were together, and he was her Dom as well as her husband?
Josh was always a stern Master, and he has a score to settle with the wife and submissive who betrayed him. Will one spanking be enough?
As the heat of their marriage sizzles again, who will get burned this time?
Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.
The first two chapters of this book were originally published as a short story, In The Eyes of the Law in the Totally Bound Over The Knee anthology, In this edition, the book has been substantially expanded to a full-length novel, re-edited and with new cover art and title
Excerpt
“Lift your skirt, Libby. Above your waist. Then put your hands and feet on the floor. I want your bottom lifted up, ready for me.”
I reach for the hem of my loose-fitting skirt and raise it, gathering much of the fabric in front of me. The waft of cool air on my naked buttocks sends my pussy into yet another frenzy of clenching.
Despite my enthusiastic anticipation, I still flinch when Josh lays his palm across my right cheek, massaging the sensitive skin in large circles. He repeats the action on the other side.
Memories rush back. Warm, sensuous memories as I recall his unhurried preparations, his insistence that I be thoroughly readied, especially for an intense scene. I wriggle against his thigh, loving the solicitous attention. No one ever made me feel as vulnerable, or as safe as Josh.
“I guess you’re liking this, Libby.”
“Mmm, yes, Sir. I am.”
“And this?” He drops the first few light, teasing slaps onto my upturned bottom.
“Yes, Sir, that, too.” I writhe on his lap, turning my bottom to try to catch maximum impact with each stroke.
“Libby, you know better than that. Keep still.” He ceases the delightful slapping, waiting until I resume my original position.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I just…”
“Hush. It’s okay. Do you still use the same safe word?”
“Yes, Sir. Murgatroyd. But I won’t be needing it.” My mother’s maiden name hasn’t been pressed into service for a while now. During my ill-fated scenes with other partners during our separation, I’ve stuck to the more traditional traffic-lights system.
“Probably not, but just checking. Apart from the last couple of times that you just told me about, how long is it since you were last spanked? Really spanked, I mean, into sub-space?”
“Not since you and I… Oh!” I let out a sharp cry when he ramps up the intensity.
“Okay, and has it been just spanking or have you tried anything else?”
“If you mean have I fucked anyone else, the answer is no. I’m not— I mean, I like kink, but…”
“Okay, I get that, too. I was thinking about any other types of play. You liked to be tied up, I recall.”
“N-no. Nothing else, Sir.”
“I see. This still all right?”
He’s dropping quite hard slaps on my bottom now, raining them all over the tender flesh. I’m managing not to clench because I know that just increases the pain, but it isn’t easy.
“Yes, Sir. It’s fine. Thank you.”
“I missed you, Libby.” He delivers this line without breaking his rhythm.
“I-I missed it, too.”
“It? I said I missed you, girl. Not this. Well, not only this.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be. You should never have left me.”
“I had to. You knew why I had to.”
“I know what you told me, but you were wrong. You were impatient. You should have given me more time.” The pressure of the slaps has risen again, the spanking is really hurting now, and it’s linked to this conversation somehow. He isn’t striking me in anger. He never did and never would. But there is a connection.
I feel compelled to at least attempt an explanation, though my wits are scrambling fast, and I’m not sure how coherent it will be.
“I couldn’t stand it. I begged you to leave the army, but you refused. In the end, I had no choice.”
“I would have put you first. You knew that. I always did.”
“I didn’t know. How could I? Oh, oh, Sir…”
The spanking pauses for a few moments. Josh leans down to pick up his belt from the floor beside him. I suck in a breath and hold it.
“I always did,” he repeats. “I asked you to wait. You should have trusted me.”
“I… Aagh!” There’s a whoosh as the belt slices through the air, then a loud crack when it lands across my bottom, wrapping itself around both buttocks. “Oh God, oh Jesus that hurts.”
Josh ignores my comment and my scream, readying himself to swing the belt again. Another rush of air, louder this time, and the belt again connects with my searing flesh.
“Oh, oh. Christ.” I screw up my eyes. Tears are already prickling behind my eyelids. Surely I used to be much more resilient than this. I’ve become soft, out of practice.
“Why couldn’t you trust me, Libby? Did I ever let you down?”
The belt lands again, leaving a third river of agony across my bottom. My arse is scorching, yet still I lift it to him, offer myself up for more punishment. I know—I’m sure we both know—this isn’t about a bottle of perfume, nor is it about a lapse of memory, a moment of carelessness. This is about trust, broken promises, disappointment, and long-suppressed anger.
About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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