An excerpt from Body Politics (warning: NSFW).
Stephanie breezed out of his bathroom, and despite his irritation, her knockout sexiness claimed his complete attention. He liked the way she wore menswear to her advantage, but the dress? Holy fuck. Sewn from some slinky black fabric, it hugged her top curves and kissed her bottom ones, inviting him to do the same. A tight bodice defined her breasts and hinted at cleavage, then flared out to a full skirt that swirled around her long legs.
Her gaze was riveted on his face, so she didn’t notice the items on the bed beside the jacket he’d removed.
“But that doesn’t mean you should keep me waiting or that I’ll allow you to keep me waiting.”
“I’m sorry. Bethany called about WAN and”—she lifted her shoulders—“time got away from me.”
The casual, unconcerned shrug eliminated all residual doubts about his intentions. “I know you have business to take care of, but I’m pretty sure you could have wrapped it up quicker, and the last I heard, you were talking about dulcimers and movies.”
She opened her mouth as if to disagree, then snapped it shut.
“We don’t have time for me to discipline you the way you deserve, but when we come home this evening, I’m going to spank you.”
Stephanie’s shoulders slumped, revealing her confidence had been bravado. She’d known she was wrong and had expected consequences. Mark figured she probably hoped to use the evening to wheedle out of punishment altogether. Won’t work, kitten. He picked up the heavy stainless steel anal plug he’d set next to his jacket.
Her eyes rounded to a diameter nearly as large as the plug. “And what do you think you’re going to do with that?”
“I’m going to insert it in your ass, and you’re going to wear it all evening as a reminder to show respect.”
She stepped backward and shook her head. “I’m not going to agree to that.”
“Then I’ll spank you twice. Late or not, I’ll paddle you right now for refusing to obey and again this evening for disregarding the time. Trust me, Stephanie, a paddling on a freshly spanked ass hurts a lot more than the first one.”
She folded her arms. “You have no right.”
“You gave me the right. I was honest with you that our relationship would be a domestic discipline one.”
“You also told me nobody—not even you—could take away my right to say no.”
He set the plug on the bed and approached her. “Is that what you’re saying? Are you crying ‘ostrich’ without even trying it? Your trust is conditional?”
“It’s not about trust.” A pleading light shone in her eyes. “What if I don’t like it?”
“You won’t like it. I specifically chose a medium-size plug for discipline purposes. Because you’ve never been penetrated anally, the insertion will be a little painful. But after it’s in, it won’t hurt, although you will be uncomfortable.”
“Gee, you sure know how to sell it.”
Body Politics Blurb
Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she’ll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?
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