STORY EXCERPT

Only after she had stormed up the stairs did Dane look at Merlin, his lips twitching. She was so damn cute when she was in a mood.

His slave had his lips rolled over his teeth and pressed together as if to keep from smiling himself. “You know, she’s right,” Merlin said.

Dane nodded. “I know she is. She will be punished for the method of delivery, not the message itself. She should have sat down with us and discussed it, not screamed at us like a PMS-crazed banshee.”

“Yes, Master.” Merlin nodded. “Why don’t I take the boys to the grocery store and get something to grill for dinner while you spend some time with our angel? Oh, and after her punishment, you might want to also reward her for keeping everything together like she has.”

Dane nodded with a smile. “Good idea, pet. And grilling sounds good. Also, call Mama Jane to see if she can stay with the boys for the weekend. As angel pointed out, we have been neglecting our manly duties to her. I think a weekend of pampering and playing is just what our angel needs to relax her.”

“Yes, Master.” Merlin smiled, looking forward to the break himself. “We can discuss hiring some help.”

Dane nodded as he headed toward the stairs. With the evening plans laid out, it was time to deal with a rude, disobedient little subbie.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he smiled as his cock stiffened in anticipation. It had been a long time since their angel had needed punishment. He turned over the best way to deter such an outburst in the future.

A spanking was in order, he was just undecided as to what to use. His hand? A flogger? Or maybe a crop? He considered orgasm denial for a few seconds but tossed that idea quickly. As stressed as Sloan was, she would come the minute he touched her.

He paused just before he reached the bedroom doorway, still not sure how he was going to handle the next few minutes. Taking a deep breath, he slid into offended Dom mode and worked to blank his expression.

From the hallway, he glanced around the room, expecting to find their woman seething with the anger that had caused her outburst to begin with. Instead, she was kneeling in the open space at the foot of the king-size bed. She was naked except for her black leather collar. A flogger and a cane lay on the floor in front of her.

He could see from where he stood that she was shaking. Silent tears ran down her cheeks, dripping from her chin to splash onto her full tits. As had happened in the past, once her temper exploded and passed, the tears fell. The sight of his overwrought submissive shredded the last bits of his anger and increased his concern. Something was definitely wrong in his household.

Stepping into the bedroom, he closed the door and after a second’s hesitation, secured the lock. No need for her to know Merlin and the boys were going grocery shopping. She would just worry as she did every time the boys were out of her sight for more than ten minutes at a time.

“What happened?” he asked as he walked around her to the walk-in closet and took off his boots and socks.

“Master?”

Dane stripped off his shirt and belt, leaving him wearing just his jeans before walking a circuit around the room, ending it standing over his beautiful submissive. “Something happened today to push that redheaded, volcano-like temper of yours over the top, and I want to know what it was.”

Sloan laughed a watery sound that tightened the muscles in Dane’s gut but kept her head down so he could not read her expression.

“Nothing happened. That’s just it, don’t you see? I spent the day juggling the demands of my Masters. Keeping the twins safe, out of trouble, and happy. Trying to get laundry done so Merlin has clean socks and boxers. Trying to get the kitchen cleaned up from last night’s dinner because you two had that meeting at the club and could not help. Trying to run the vacuum because you mentioned the floors are getting crunchy. ”

“I had hoped to make a grocery run at four o’clock this morning so I don’t have to bother you or Sir with the fact that the cupboards are bare. But you woke up before I could make my escape. Instead of being content to cuddle for a few minutes, you had to go all Dom on me, but before I could come, the alarm went off, and I’ve been walking around horny all day.” Her voice broke, and she had to take several breaths to calm herself before she could continue. “I love you. I love Sir. I love our boys. Really I do, but I can’t keep going on like this.”

By the time she finished speaking, Dane felt like a monster. Why had he not seen the toll being a sole caregiver to the twins was taking on Sloan? That his offhand comments were causing her such stress? Then another thought occurred to him.

“When was the last time you spent any time writing?”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I’m spanking you, not because you spoke up, but because you were rude and disrespectful in bringing your needs to your Master. You should have come to us weeks ago and demanded we sit down and listen to you. It should not have come to you becoming a screeching, hysterical fishwife,” he lectured then raised his palm and slapped her ass three times, once on each cheek, and once in the middle

“Yes, Master,” she squealed as her entire body stiffened with the pain.

“And you should be writing. That’s what you do. We’ll hire a housekeeper and a nanny, and I want you back at your desk by the end of the week. Every night when the boys go to bed, you will read us what you wrote that day. How much and how good it is will determine whether you get pleasure that night or not. Do you understand?”

Three more hard slaps rained down in different spots than the first, so most of her ass was on fire. Then a single digit stroked down the valley of her ass and over her back hole, causing it to clench, which also tightened her pussy and drove her need a little higher.

“Yes, Master,” Sloan panted.

Her arousal began to spiral up and up. She could not decide if she should wiggle her ass for more or beg for him to stop, though either option would be denied. She had never considered herself a masochist but had learned that lying across Dane’s lap was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced.

The next four slaps came hard, sharp, and fast, covering the four quadrants of her ass, North, east, west, and finally south, close to her clit, but not close enough to cause enough pain to send her spiraling out of control. She remained so horny she moaned with desire instead of squealing with the pain that shot straight to her clit. She arched her back and pressed her thighs together, needing more. Just a little more stimulation and she would fly apart, and maybe some of the tension that had been building in her would ease.

But that stimulation did not come. Instead, Dane gently pushed her off his legs. Without hesitation, she knelt at his feet, legs spread, hands on thighs, back straight, and head dropped forward a respectful distance.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said in sincere apology.

“Forgiven,” he replied as his hand covered her head and petted her hair. “Now come back up here,” he said.

“Master?” Sloan asked, lifting her head and checking his expression.

Deep chocolate-brown eyes ablaze with hunger, lids heavy and oh so sexy, and a smile that sent a quiver straight to her clit. This was a man who was as aroused as she was by the little punishment session.

“Up on my lap,” he said, his tone dominant told her she was still in trouble but in a way that would end up quite enjoyable.

“Yes, Master,” she said as she stood up. Once she was on her feet, she moved closer to the chair until he took her hand and pulled her to sit across his lap.

Tapping her left leg, he ordered, “Foot on the ground. Right leg bent and pressed to the chair back.”

Once she had her legs spread wide and exposing clit, cunt, and asshole, he shifted and trapped her right knee behind his shoulder. The position forced her to lie back over the arm of the chair. The air from the ceiling fan wafted across her nipples, and they tightened into painful beads.

“Oh, now that’s a pretty sight,” Dane commented.

He stroked his hands from shoulders to knees. He avoided her cleft, drawing a wide arc around it as his right hand moved from belly to thighs. Her need to come growing more intense, Sloan arched her hips, hoping to help him find his way to her core.

That just earned her a sharp smack high on her right thigh. When her right leg shifted, his shoulder and arm held it back before pushing it deeper into the back of the chair.

“Uh-uh-uh,” he said with a mean Dom chuckle as he stroked two fingers down the inside of her thigh, stopping just at the crease where her leg joined her body. “No hiding. All you have to do is lie back, relax, and let loose of all that stress. Feel free to come as quickly, and as often, as you need to. And don’t bother staying quiet. I love hearing all those little noises you make.”

Not knowing exactly what was coming, though his instructions gave her a good idea, Sloan relaxed her head back on the chair’s armrest with a sigh.

 “I want your arms behind your back,” he said, his left hand stroking figure eights around her breasts. “Can you control yourself to keep still, or do I need to tie you?”

“I’ll try, Master,” she said softly. Moving her arms into place under her body, she pushed her hands under his left thigh to hold them still.

He smiled at her. “Very smart, angel,” he said, leaning down and kissing her long, slow, and so deep she was panting by the time he finally pulled away.

Sitting up, he watched, seemingly mesmerized as the fingers of his left hand stroked over her skin. It moved around the base of one breast then across her sternum and around the other. Sloan sucked a breath when, at the same time, his right hand started at her right knee and moved down her leg at a snail’s pace. He did not stop until his palm covered her mound and his middle finger pressed through her entrance to the first joint.