This week I am thrilled to host the articulate and talented Renee Rose, a #1 bestselling author in paranormal and sci-fi erotica.
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won The Romance Reviews and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
From Renee Rose’s extensive list of hot spanking romances, today her book, The Don’s Daughter, is in the spotlight. The excerpt that follows comes with a hot pepper warning – it is smoking!
Temptation is too sweet when the don's daughter offers her full submission, but when her father finds out, he'll probably wind up swimming with the fishes.
Genre: Mafia D/s Romance
Giving control of her body to Carlo Romano, underboss to her father, was dangerous. More dangerous than her hair-brained idea to take off her clothes at a strip club as a form of sex therapy. But the temptation outweighed the risk. Carlo made her feel sexy, alive and appealing, feelings she’d scarcely known after two years with her cheating and demoralizing ex-boyfriend.
Carlo couldn’t believe Summer — the don’s daughter — was dancing half-naked on the stage of a strip club. Nor could he believe she suggested he’d be the one to take a belt to her ass and set her straight. But he’d had a thing for Summer since the day he moved in with her family, fresh off a plane from Sicily. He couldn’t walk away from the opportunity to get up-close and intimate, and show her his dominant side.
Still, Summer may not be ready for a new relationship, and even if she is, there was the not-so-small matter of what her parents would say — her father would probably want to kill Carlo if he found out he’d seen her naked...
Excerpt (R rated)
He found her lingering in the hall. She must’ve known he’d follow. He grabbed her elbow and steered her into the laundry room and shut the door.
In a flash, he had her pinned against the wall, her wrists pressed over her head, his fingers pinching one of her nipples through her thin cotton t-shirt. Thrusting one leg between her thighs, he leaned down and hissed in her ear, “Do you know what happens to little girls who tease?”
She writhed under him at the pain. “What?”
He yanked her skirt up to her waist and used his foot to shove her feet apart. Bringing the palm of his hand smartly up between her legs, he said, “That’s not the way you answer me.”
Her cheeks had flushed, eyes dilated and glassy.
He slapped her pussy again. The gusset of her panties were already damp.
“No, sir,” she yelped.
He slipped his fingers inside her panties and found her clit.
She gasped, bucking against him.
Another slap between her legs. His teeth nipped her shoulder. “They get their pussies spanked. Hard.”
She arched into him, lifting her breasts to his face. Her pussy opened to his fingers and he shoved two inside, sawing in and out. He pinched her hardened clit and covered her mouth with his hand as she cried out.
“You may not come.” He yanked her panties down to her ankles and made her step out of them.
“What happens if I do?” she gasped.
“You’ll be punished.” Shoving the wad of lace and silk in her mouth, he slapped open her thighs and spanked her clit.
She moaned and panted as he slapped her juicy folds again and again. When her cries grew more desperate, he stopped and released her wrists and stepped back.
“You do not have permission to touch yourself on the way home.” Her face clouded as she realized he wasn’t going to get her off. “Now get in your car and drive straight there. I want to find you naked, on your knees in the corner when I get back or you’ll be in even more trouble than you already are. Got it?” He plucked the panties out of her mouth and tucked them in his pocket.
Her eyes followed them with a pleading look.
He shook his head. “No panties for you. And no touching. I need to hear a yes, sir.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. She shoved her skirt down and straightened her shirt, looking thoroughly chastised. “Yes, sir.”
He snatched her up with an arm around her waist and yanked her body into his. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for a week.”
Her arms came around his neck and she lifted those sweet berry lips for a kiss, lust still swirling in her eyes.
He nipped her lips instead. “Bad girls don’t get kissed. They get fucked. Hard.” He slapped her ass. “Now get home and prepare yourself for me.”