Giada Trent’s job as the CEO of a Fortune 500 company has all but consumed her, and after ten years of marriage her husband, Ian, has finally decided it is time to take matters into his own hands. He makes it clear that she has blown off his attempts to rekindle their romance one too many times, and from now on she will make room in her life for him or she will find herself over his knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom.
Ian’s bold dominance awakens Giada’s desires in ways she hasn’t felt in years, and soon she is blushing like a newlywed and quivering with desire as her firm-handed husband reminds her how pleasurable it can be to surrender to his mastery of her body. But just as their passion for one another starts to truly catch fire, a cruel, dishonest man who hurt Giada long ago returns to cause trouble for her once again. Can she find a way to put her painful past behind her forever before it tears apart everything she has worked so hard to build?
Publisher’s Note: Sweet Submission is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet Salvation and Sweet Surrender. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
As she settled her belly across his hard thighs, his hand moved in a slow caress up the back of her legs. “This will serve as a reminder to follow the rules in the future.”
Since they had planned to go to the beach once he got back, it was easy enough for him to slide up the short hem of her beach cover-up and expose her bikini bottoms. These he tugged down and off. His touch returned to smooth over the upraised globes, rubbing each one gently at first, then more firmly, his large palm and long fingers not missing a single spot as his massage warmed her skin. He did the same with a play spanking during a scene to increase the blood flow and decrease the likelihood of bruising.
“Spread your legs and don’t clench up,” was his low command a few moments later. “I don’t want to mar this fine ass and have bruises showing beneath your swimsuit.”
“How kind of you to think of me,” she drawled.
Immediately, a searing smack came rushing down. “And that earned you ten more.”
“Sass,” he murmured softly as he patted her behind. “That comment was pure vinegar, baby, and vinegar will get you spanked every time. It’s up to you to remember that I prefer honey.”
“Ooo!” Her frustrated cry was drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin as his palm induced fire with the first smack and increased from there. These were no playful swats meant to tease or arouse; the spanking had begun for real. In fact, it stung so much, tears filled her eyes.
“Ian,” she wailed on the fifth or sixth blow, “not so hard.”
“I warned you,” he said evenly, not letting up. “I expect you’ll remember this when you sit down for dinner tonight and probably tomorrow, too. Hopefully, that will have you thinking twice about breaking the rules in the future.”
With an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer, he lifted his right leg enough to shift her forward, her head angled to the floor, before he resumed. Then they came fast and hard, and she quickly lost count. If the heat on her butt was any gauge, he’d delivered four hundred, not the forty he’d promised. At long last, when her ass cheeks felt hot enough to spark tinder, he paused, his fingers trailing over her punished skin, then slipping between her spread thighs. His pleased hum told her that she was wet. A playful spanking always did that to her, and evidently, the real thing did too. Her already flushed face from its upside down position burned at the thought that he knew that now.
“Ten more for the smart ass remark.” These he delivered briskly, his hard palm moving from side to side without hesitancy as she yelped and whimpered, kicking her feet as they landed lower upon her uppermost thighs, an area that was susceptible and infinitely tender.
Once the entire forty were laid down and her punishment had come to an end, he turned her over, pressed her tear-streaked face to his chest, and held her as she cried. As the sobs slowed to an occasional sniffle, his soothing strokes became increasingly bolder and in no time, he moved back to her pussy. They slid along her smooth skin and then between, separating her folds, which were wet with the proof of her arousal in spite of the strict spanking. Ian’s fingers delved into her wetness, swirling and gliding until he found her clit.
He rubbed and stroked over the nub until she was squirming, her tearful cries transforming into moans of desire. But he didn’t linger long enough to give her what she needed to get off; instead, he moved to sink three knuckles deep into her wetness. He worked in and out until she was moaning and nearing climax once again. Then he stopped. She cried out her frustration as he lifted her by the waist and brought her down to straddle his broad thighs.
Now face to face, he brushed her hair out of her eyes, cupping her chin and holding her still for a kiss.
“Do you want to pout over your first punishment or do you want to ride me and give us both pleasure?”
“I want to come, Ian, please.”
“That’s my girl. Open my fly and take me inside you.”