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Intimate Submission delivers spanking hot read

November 26, 2010

As the temperature grows colder, one’s thoughts turn to things that warm you up: a roaring fire, a pot of soup, fuzzy slippers, spanking, and a hot, erotic read. In Intimate Submission, my domestic discipline novella in Spanked!, things get plenty hot for Jamie Douglass Nichols when she meets her future husband. I’ve posted an R-rated excerpt below:

(Story to this point: Jamie meets Reese when she applies for a job as his special assistant. She’s heard Reese is a hard taskmaster who demands 110 percent. Wanting to make a good impression, she dresses in her favorite confidence-boosting outfit, arrives on time and addresses Reese respectfully. When he comments upon her prompt arrival, she answers. “Yes sir.”)

Reese stifled a curse. Two words. The two simple words spoken by a woman with the voice of a phone sex operator shot straight to his cock. Yes, sir. Fuck me harder, sir, Reese imagined her pleading. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how much he enjoyed being called sir.

Based on his college buddy’s glowing recommendation, he’d been expecting a middle-aged, sexless paragon. But when he had opened his office door, her sexuality had decked him like a sucker punch. She’d straightened her shoulders and stiffened her spine, but her bravado couldn’t mask the sexy-as-hell vulnerability in her brown eyes, nor the faint trembling of her rosy mouth designed by God for sucking cock.

She’d attempted to subdue her sexuality by raking her hair into a tight coil and donning a sharply-tailored jacket to cover the swell of her breasts, but she had betrayed her nature by donning fuck-me shoes. Her stilettos made her legs a mile long, gave sway to her walk, and thrust out her chest. God, he loved fuck-me shoes.

She was a captivating mix of innocence and wantonness. His gut told him that under the right man’s hands—his—her ass in particular, and her sexuality in general, would blossom like a hothouse rose. He didn’t want to hire her; he wanted to paddle her ass and then fuck her every which way to Monday and it was only Friday.

Reese gestured for her to precede him. “After you, Ms. Douglass.”

“It’s Miss Douglass, sir.”

Reese shut the office door behind them and noticed that Jamie jumped a little. “So you’re not one of those hard-core feminist types?” He couldn’t resist teasing her.

She turned to face him, her chin raised to meet the challenge. “Certainly I believe a woman ought to use her abilities to her greatest potential, but I am not a man.”

Thank God, for that, Reese thought. “Have a seat.” He gestured toward a wooden club chair fronting his desk. “May I call you Jamie?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, and another shock ricocheted through his hardening cock.

He took his own seat, noting that her eyes were riveted on his desk. He glanced at the gleaming surface and had the urge to leap over the barrier and bend her over the polished wood.

She raised her gaze to meet his, and he watched as her cheeks turned rosy. He wondered what hidden thoughts had brought the color to her face and if those thoughts had anything to do with the hard nipples beading through her lightweight jacket. Her curvy ass would probably turn as

pretty a pink as her face if he spanked her. His rock hard cock urged him to find out.

At thirty-seven, Reese was still searching for the right woman to warm his heart and his bed. He’d long ago recognized his dominant nature and his need to control, but he didn’t want a doormat. He’d dated a few submissives, but they’d lacked spunk. Other women played along, but it wasn’t their nature to submit. He desired fire and spice with his sugar, someone a little shy, yet adventurous under his guiding hand.

A woman who was submissive, but also passionate and sassy. Jamie’s part professional, part sex-kitten attire and her deferential responses seemed to indicate she might be that woman. Reese’s gut told him she was the one. He trusted his gut. It was never wrong.

Reese held her gaze and leaned forward. “I need to make something perfectly clear before we proceed. I’m looking for someone who can think for herself, who isn’t afraid to try new things, but who knows my word is final. I’m demanding, but fair. I have high expectations. Satisfy me and you’ll be rewarded.”

He paused. “Fail, and there are consequences for that, too.”

Intimate Submission is available in the anthology Spanked! which contains my other novella, Secret Desires. Spanked! is available in paperback and electronic formats from Amazon, Black Velvet Seductions and in e-book format from Fictionwise, and Barnes & Noble’s

Intimate Submission is also available as an individual story in PDF format from Black Velvet Seductions.

Warning: Intimate Submission contains graphic, explicit sex scenes including spanking, anal sex and the use of sex toys.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Jane permalink
    November 26, 2010 10:04 pm

    Can I just leave a suggestion for whoever does the formatting of these books? I bought the book on Kindle, and it does not have a table of contents, which means it is difficult to go to individual story.

    • November 26, 2010 10:46 pm

      Jane, I’ll pass the word on to my publisher. I only recently received an electronic copy of the entire anthology myself, so I didn’t know that there wasn’t a table of contents. It would certainly be useful to have. But, thank you for buying the book. I hope you enjoy it. – Cara

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