My Daddy. My Dom. Each held a special place in my heart, but they hadn’t known about each other. Until that day.
Unable to choose between them, I ran away, intending to make a new life for myself, far away. Life doesn’t always work out the way you plan – this year, they came back for me.
I still love them both, and they still love me, but one thing has changed. They have learned to share.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains stern punishments and graphic elements, including ménage scenes.
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“That’s enough of that, baby girl. It’s time for your punishment fucking.”
Her chin quivered, and her eyes widened, but her nipples betrayed her, puckering with arousal. “P-punishment fucking?” she stammered, her eyes ricocheting between my face, and Slade’s who had joined us on the bed.
“Oh yes, little girl,” Slade whispered. “Naughty girls who need reminders of who’s in charge get fucked like bad girls.”
“How do bad girls get fucked?” she squeaked.
“However we want to fuck them,” I answered simply. “Now get up on your knees.”
She obeyed quickly, and I reached behind her tapping the base of the plug. “Should I leave this in, or take it out? I wonder…”
The question was a rhetorical one, and she knew better than to answer, but her eyes begged me to remove it. I let Slade do the honors.
“There,” I said, once it was on the nightstand beside the bed. “That will make it much easier for us to both fuck you at once. Maybe I’ll put it back in once we’re done.”
Slade stayed behind her, and I in front.
“A good punishment fuck is all about us. We will use you however we please, and you will give us pleasure at our request. When we are done, you will be shaking with need, and begging us to let you come. You will cry out apologies and promises, and swear up and down to be a good girl for the rest of your life. You will be a subby pile of baby girl goo, or we haven’t done our jobs right. And we always do our jobs right, don’t we?”
About the Author
Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career.
I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.
I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.