Emma Dupree goes undercover at the Rod and Cane Society, a domestic discipline organization to write an expose′ to boost her career. When she discovers the man she has started dating has a spanking fetish, she agrees to a paddling, believing it will be good background material for her story. This is an excerpt from False Pretenses, the second Rod and Cane Society novel. All Rod and Cane books can be read as stand alones.
An excerpt from False Pretenses…
She would inform Dan she’d changed her mind about this ludicrous idea. She did not need a spanking to finish her story. Journalists wrote about their subjects all the time without firsthand experience. Nor should she let Dan spank her just because he was handsome, sexy, and could make her come like a bottle rocket. A woman had to set boundaries. Decision made, she could breathe again. Almost.
She heard a drawer close in the bathroom, and moments later, Dan reappeared.
“Dan, I think—” Her words fell away at the sight of the brush in his hand. Of all of them, he’d chosen the acrylic one with the wide, flat head and short rubber bristles used for detangling. Nervousness broke through the dam of bottled emotions and erupted in a burst of laughter. She clapped a hand to her mouth as her shoulders shook.
“What’s so funny?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Th-that’s called…that’s called…a paddle brush!”
“I guess I picked the right one, then.” He smacked it against his thigh.
Her laughter died. The words to tell him there would be no spanking clogged in her throat when he set the hairbrush on her coffee table. She gaped at the object she used every single day as if she’d never seen it before.
Dan inched by her and sat in the middle of the sofa, then extended his hand. “We’ll sit for a bit. I’d like to hold you.”
It wouldn’t hurt to sit. She allowed him to pull her to his side. She would speak up as soon as her voice started working.
“Here. On my lap.”
Emma snuggled against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. He stroked her arm with a tenderness that might have been calming if not for his erection pressing against her bottom. The idea of spanking her had made him hard, and his arousal ignited hers, causing her clit to pulse, her nipples to bead.
Who do you think you’re fooling? You got wet as soon as he suggested the spanking. What about that, huh?
Shut up! Emma rebuked the taunting little voice inside.
Dan tightened his embrace and kissed her forehead. “I can feel your heart racing,” he murmured. “Trust me, Em.” His breath warmed her ear, and a shiver skittered up her spine. “We’ll begin slow, start out easy.”
She noticed he didn’t say he was going to go easy, only that he’d start easy. Tell him now!
Dan brushed his hand down her back to her hip, then trailed over her thigh before embarking on the return journey. In a single fluid motion, he shifted her. Emma blinked in surprise to find herself facedown, butt-up over his lap, her feet braced on the sofa arm. How had he accomplished that so easily? Beneath the softness of her tummy, the solidness of his cock pressed into her. Emma’s breath seized up in her throat once again. He removed her glasses, set them on the table beside the hairbrush, and her world fuzzed to a soft blur.
He pinned her to his lap with an arm anchored across her lower back while he massaged her right ass cheek with a gentle but sure touch. Hyperawareness burned through her dress, through her panties to her skin and deeper, until her entire body quivered at the cellular level.
Danger, Will Robinson. Danger!
Emma didn’t need a robot’s voice from an old TV show to tell her she’d miscalculated. Now she was prone over a man’s lap—a man with a raging hard-on—seconds away from being spanked. Call a halt, Emma. Call a halt.
Dan rubbed and squeezed the moons of her butt. “When you adopted Jinx, you accepted responsibility for his well-being.”
Jinx? She frowned.
“You know it’s dangerous for him to wander outside.”
Oh yeah. Jinx. The darn cat was the reason she was in this predicament.
Stroking ceased. “You need to be more mindful of your actions.”
Emma opened her mouth to agree, then jerked and squealed as he brought his palm down on her ass. Several slaps followed, each one delivered a little harder, stinging a tad more.
Emma raised her head and caught sight of her cat watching from a safe distance on his scratch post. This is your fault, she thought. It had to be her imagination that Jinx was smirking at her.
Dan moved his hand over her bottom, caressing away the sting, and she sighed in relief. That wasn’t so bad.
“I think you’re ready,” he said.
False Pretenses Blurb
Freelance journalist Emma Dupree needs a sensational story to boost her career and free her from the corporate hell of her day job. She finds her blockbuster in the Rod and Cane Society, an organization that encourages men to spank their spouses and goes undercover to expose it as a kinky perv organization. Fearing she could be scooped by a rival reporter, she keeps a tight lid on her story, not even telling her new boyfriend.
Dan Tanner knows all about keeping secrets. He’s a member of the kinky perv organization Emma is striving to expose. This real estate agent has a major spanking fetish and would like nothing more than to get his hands on Emma’s ass, but fears rejection from his sexy new lady who insists she’s 100 percent pure vanilla. Can two people operating under False Pretenses make a go of it?