When the innocent and vulnerable Ailsa McKenzie first met dark and brooding Dr. Ian McLennan, she had no idea her life would be changed forever. Their affair was intense, sparking a romance that would unleash a series of events that were not only demanding, but dangerous, and exposing secrets from both their pasts. Through it all, Ailsa found a surprising solace in the comfort of Ian’s commands and strict punishments.

Now, with their honeymoon over, The Duke and Duchess of Torridon must return to their everyday lives, only this time there would be no marriage contract to protect them. Ailsa must learn to navigate her new position and the challenges it imposes as she explores her own dark desires in her husband’s new chamber. And Ian must come to terms with his constant need to control. But not everything is idyllic, as old enemies and new passions collide, putting all involved at risk. Ailsa is forced to face her deepest fears, and it comes with a decision that will change everyone’s lives forever.

This is book three of the Glen Torridon series but can be read as a standalone.

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Excerpt

When she turned around, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come over here.”

She approached him, trying to put on a brave face. For fuck’s sake, why was she so nervous, this was her husband? He pulled her onto his lap, holding her against his chest. “Calm down. I know you weren’t expecting this, but I need you to trust me. For the first few weeks, I expect you to be in here every night. When I send you to bed, I want you to come straight here, take your clothes off and wait for me in the corner. I’ll begin to teach you how to serve me. Sometimes this will be about your pleasure and other times, my pleasure. Sometimes there may be punishments depending if I think it’s what you need.”

“Ian—”

He stopped her again. “Sir.” Flipping her over his lap, he gave her a hard smack on her bottom, sending shivers up her spine.

This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She’d told him the other night, she wanted to progress their physical relationship.

“Sir,” she said, correcting herself.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Padded handcuffs were strapped to her wrists. Ian continued to spank her until she felt a deep heat infuse her backside and each swat of his hand produced an intense sting. Tears flooded her eyes and she cried out.

He sat her up. “Christ, that felt good,” he said.

“No, it didn’t,” she said, trying to wipe her cheek on her shoulder.

“No, lass? I’ll decide what feels good and what doesn’t, and you won’t speak unless spoken to.”

Ailsa tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

“Let’s try again. Did you like your spanking?” he asked.

She looked up at him.

“Keep your eyes lowered unless I ask you to look at me,” he ordered. She looked down quickly. “Now answer my question. Did you like your spanking?”

“No, Sir,” she said.

His hand went between her legs, stroking her cleft. “Tsk, tsk.” He clicked his tongue. “You’ve lied to me. Your body tells me otherwise. You’re wet.” She was; her sex clenched at his touch. She always responded to his spankings, the heat and pain only enhancing the sensations in her body.

He stood up, sitting her down. “Lean over the bed.”

She did as she was told, laying her upper body on the cool satin sheet. She turned her face to the side, her arms still bound behind her. She heard him open and close the cabinet then felt him gently caress her still tender bottom. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, the searing pain of a leather belt struck her. She jumped, screaming, but his hand held her in place. The leather strap came down again. She tried to catch her breath, but it came down a third time, rendering her speechless. Her bottom burned with a fiery rage.

“Don’t lie to me again, lass,” Ian said. “Or the spanking will continue.” He pulled her up so she was standing. She could feel the wetness dripping from her crotch, proof she had enjoyed it. “I’ll ask you one last time; did you like your spanking?”

She took a ragged breath, her speech returning slowly. “Y-yes, yes, Sir.”

“Of course, you did,” he said, sitting down.