Today at Be My Guest On Tuesday I have Delta Jones on my blog and her latest standalone shifter romance with a touch of spanking and domestic discipline. The third book of her Wayward Mates series came out a few days ago so if you’re not familiar with it that’s a perfect occasion to give her a try.
The books are standalone so you can pick up either of those.
Blurb:
He has been patient with his mate for long enough. Now she needs to be mastered.
After she was injured in an attack by a rogue band of wolves, Rosalyn Kincanon awoke to discover that her life had changed forever. Angry and distraught, she fled from those that nursed her back to health and found her own place in the world. But now the all-female pack she helped lead has been disbanded and the women are to be claimed as mates whether they like it or not.
The moment Oliver Halsey saw Rosalyn, he knew she was his mate. But she was born a human, and the vicious brutes who turned her did so against her will, so he set aside his rights as alpha and gave her the freedom she needed to come to terms with her new reality. Now her time is up.
Oliver knows what Rosalyn needs, even if she doesn’t. When she runs, he will catch her and bring her back. When she disobeys, he will bare her and punish her. He will take her harder and longer than she would have ever thought possible, and she will scream and beg as one climax after another is forced from her naked, quivering body. It is time for his mate to be mastered.
Teaser
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not true and you know it. I get off as you so crudely put it when I have my cock buried in your pussy and am fucking you good and hard, which, my Rozalyn, will come after I have finished spanking you.”
With that he once again began to spank her. The sensation of a hard hand connecting with her naked, already punished backside was far more painful than either spanking he had given her before. She had made a vow that she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. That lasted for two solid swats.
“Oliver, I’m sorry. I’m getting spanked because I was disrespectful to Dylan and then disobeyed you. Please, let me call Dylan to apologize. Please!”
“I’m glad to hear it. It will not negate your behavior but will keep me from welting your backside when I’m done with this part of your spanking. You need to learn that I will hold you accountable for your bad behavior. When you misbehave, act in a disrespectful manner, break a rule, or disobey me, you will earn yourself a very sore bottom. I will not allow you to continue to behave as you did before you became my mate.”
The strong, steady blows continued to cover her bottom, occasionally traveling down to include her sit spots and the backs of her thighs. She cried and pleaded for him to stop, but she had ceased to struggle. He continued to spank her, ensuring that her entire bottom was a deep red and that she would be good and sore when he was finished. She cried but no longer fought him as she submitted to his authority.
Finally, the spanking relented and he rubbed her very sore backside in a comforting manner.
“Have you learned your lesson, little girl?”
“Yes, Oliver. I’ll try not to do it again.”
He chuckled. “That’s not exactly what I wanted to hear but is perhaps more honest and I will honor that.”
He traced his finger down between her ass cheeks and slid between her legs. Oliver smiled as she opened her legs to him.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned.
He slid his finger into her soaked pussy and chuckled again. “My, my, it would seem my good girl gets highly aroused by her mate’s discipline.”
“I know,” she cried softly. “That’s just wrong. I’ve never liked pain.”
“It isn’t the pain, sweetheart, it’s the display of dominance to which you are responding… as you should. Knowing that I am dominant to you and that I can and will keep you safe produces an aroused response that lets me restore the balance between us when you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”
He withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with two as he pumped her pussy. She moaned and he could feel her body beginning to respond in a way that he knew would lead to an orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and petted her backside affectionately but as a reminder of who was in charge when she let out a sound of exasperation.
“I want you to get on your knees and lean over on the seat.”
Roz did as she was told. He pressed the upper half of her body down into the comfortable, soft leather. He rolled off the seat and onto his knees behind her. He opened his trousers and his erect cock sprang free.
“Spread your legs, little girl. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
While you’re here why don’t you check out the other books of the Wayward Mates series?
Blurb:
Before he claims his mate, she must be brought to heel.
Skylar Owen is not used to taking orders from anyone and the last thing she wants in her life is an alpha who will demand her submission, but her world is turned upside down after a band of rogue wolves attacks her small, all-female pack. Ordered to disband her pack so that she can be matched with a mate, Skylar defies the Ruling Council, only to be hunted down and captured.
Though he can tell Skylar will be trouble the moment he sets eyes on her, Dylan Grainger knows how to tame a wayward woman, and it isn’t long before the beautiful, feisty redhead is tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But Dylan quickly realizes that Skylar is much more than just a headstrong female in need of an alpha’s firm-handed correction.
With each passing day, he grows more certain that she is his mate, and he knows that soon he must claim her, mark her, and take her hard and thoroughly. But will she resist her instincts, or will her body’s response to his bold dominance leave her in no doubt that she belongs to him?
Teaser:
“Do you think if I let you up you can finish undressing yourself and go stand in the corner like I told you to before you got your bottom blistered?”
“But you’re done spanking me, right?”
“Not by a long shot. That spanking, mate, was for not being an obedient mate and going to the corner when you were told to do so. When I let you up, I want you to go stand there and think about what got you put in that corner with nothing but the sting in your tail and the knowledge that your abysmal behavior downstairs garnered you your first encounter with my belt.”
“No, Dylan. Please, no. I hate being spanked with a belt or a strap.”
“Ioan mentioned it was an effective deterrent for you when used properly. He also mentioned that in addition to a hard hand and a good leather strap or belt that you tended to behave best and seemed the most at peace and happy when your alpha was mounting you long and hard on a regular basis. Just as I will see to your discipline, cariad, I will see to your bedding as well.”
Dylan began to rub her bottom soothingly and erotically. He could hear and feel her breathing and state of arousal increase dramatically. He slid one finger between her punished ass cheeks, then ran it down between her legs. He fluttered his fingers against her sex but she did not open herself for his exploratory touch.
“Skylar, part your legs for me.” He waited to see if she would comply. “Do you need me to spank you before you’ll do what you know you want to do? Cariad, be a good girl. Don’t you want just a bit of pleasuring before I take my belt to you?”
“Please, Dylan. I’ll open my legs for you if you promise not to use your belt.”
“No, Skylar. I let you talk me out of using my belt on you earlier today and it’s brought me nothing but grief. I’m not going to ask you again. So now I’m telling you. Spread your legs for me.”
He watched her struggle with herself. Part of her wanted desperately to defy him, but the part that seemed to be winning, wanted his touch in her most feminine place. Finally, arousal won over temper and pride. He was glad to see that it did. She spread her legs just wide enough for his hand to part them and her outer lips. He dragged his fingers past the opening to her velvet sheath, which was dripping with need. He picked up just enough of her natural lubricant to massage it into her engorged clit. He rubbed that swollen nubbin in circles and grinned as her hips began to grind against his lap.
His cock struggled to break free from his jeans. His knot was forming rapidly and he would either have to focus on suppressing it or disciplining Skylar. As painful as it would be, Dylan would endure this knot without the benefit of burying it in his mate, but he also knew that in the future he would knot and tie her to him on a frequent basis. He allowed her to feel the knot. He wanted her to know that as angry as he was, he still desired her above all else.
Dylan continued to pleasure her by rubbing her clit. Skylar tried to suppress a moan of pure desire. It had been far too long since a man’s hands had brought her pleasure. She could feel her heartbeat and breath quicken. The wetness that Dylan was using to play with the bundled nerves between her legs continued to increase. He kept her on edge by every so often reaching past her clit and dipping back into her pussy—never quite fingering her, but just gathering the slickness he needed to continue to pleasure her. Skylar tried biting her lip and the inside of her cheek, anything to keep from focusing on the sensations his skilled hand was inflicting on her.
“No,” she moaned, shaking her head. Dylan didn’t stop and continued to caress her, not only to bring her pleasure but to remind her that her responses, her orgasms, her everything were no longer her own, but his to command. Skylar could feel her control slipping and finally gave in to the rush of her orgasm, crying out as she did so.
She ran from her mate. Now she must be punished.
Darby Callan doesn’t want a mate, but it isn’t up to her. Her old pack has been disbanded, and when the powerful, handsome alpha of a well-established pack makes it clear that she belongs to him, her instincts reveal the truth of his words despite her furious protests and attempts to escape.
Jean-Michel Gautier knows that his new mate’s past makes her wary of him, but an alpha cannot tolerate disobedience, and when Darby defies him he strips her bare and spanks her until she is sore and sobbing. Her beautiful body’s response to his dominance is obvious, and his stern correction leaves her helplessly aroused, but before he claims her he plans to make her beg.
Naked and quivering with desperate, shameful need, Darby cannot help pleading with Jean-Michel for the climax she has been denied, and soon she is crying out with pleasure more intense than she would have ever thought possible as he makes her his. But when the vicious brute who once hurt her comes looking for Darby again, can she trust her new alpha to protect his mate?
Teaser:
“Such crude language from such a pretty mouth. Another area we’ll have to work on. But I will tell you this, after I spank you for your naughtiness today, before I mount and claim you, you will beg me to do so.”
“I won’t,” she said, hoping that he could not tell she was becoming more aroused as she was forced to be in such close proximity to him.
The steely gaze he gave her was in direct contrast to the grin on his face. “You will, ma choue. And come the morrow, your pussy will rival your bottom for discomfort from my use.” The steel softened and was once again replaced by humorous glint. “As you seem to have resolved your fear, I think it’s time we get your spanking seen to so that I may enjoy the rest of the afternoon between your legs learning how you best like to be loved and mated.”
She started to struggle again, but his strength was far superior to her own. He allowed her to gain her feet, but quickly spun her around and pulled her down over his knee. He braced her upper body on the bed itself and used his other leg to trap hers. She tried to flail her arms behind her, but he caught them neatly in his one hand and pinned her. He let her feel that he was in control. She stopped struggling.
“Good girl,” he said soothingly as he brought his hand crashing down onto her buttocks.
“You bastard!” she screeched.
“Not true. My parents were happily mated for many, many years. They did not outlive each other by even six months. I don’t believe my father wanted to live without her. I never understood that until I sensed you were here.”
Jean-Michel began to spank her. If she’d thought the swats he’d given her thus far were painful, the spanking he was inflicting demonstrated a new level of pain. Darby kicked and screamed and tried everything she could think of to get away from him. She even tried going into that dark place she had with her previous mate where nothing he did could touch her. But hard as she tried, she could not escape Jean-Michel’s presence or his hand that continued to punish her backside. He focused mainly on the fleshiest part of her cheeks and only placed a few swats to her delicate sit spots.
She endured blow after blow. She screamed, she cursed, and still the spanking continued. All the while he spoke soothingly to her. He reminded her that she was being spanked because she’d been naughty but that when it was over, all would be forgiven and he would bring her great pleasure. Finally, she quit fighting him and went limp over his knee. It still hurt and she could feel every swat.
Darby started to quietly cry. “Stop. Jean-Michel, please stop. I’m sorry.”
The minute the words left her mouth, the spanking ceased. “There’s my good girl. An apology will always get your spanking mitigated if not stopped. And what are you sorry for?”
“You know.”
“I do, but I want to ensure that you know what you should be sorry for. If you refuse to answer, I’ll go back to spanking and it’ll be at least another ten swats until I think about stopping. Do you want me to resume your spanking?”
“No. I’m sorry for running away from Dylan and for getting Summer and Gina to go with me.”
“And?” Nothing but silence answered his question. “Naughty mate.” He began once more to spank her.
“God, no! Jean-Michel, please, I’ll say it!”
“One—Two—Three—Four—Five—Six—Seven,” he counted out the swats. “Eight—Nine—Ten. Now what was it you were sorry for besides disobeying Dylan and causing trouble?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call.”
He began to rub her heated and painful backside in a loving manner. “That’s right. You heard my call and resisted coming to me. That was very naughty, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she cried.
Jean-Michel released her and helped her off his knee. He stood with her and cradled her in his arms while she quietly cried.
About the author
Sinfully sultry romance – that’s the world that best selling author, Delta James inhabits and what she shares with her readers. A world where alpha heroes find true love with feisty heroines. Delta’s stories are filled with erotic encounters of romance and discipline. One fan suggested it was best to have a “fan and a glass of water” when reading Delta’s stories.
Delta has been a successful author using the pen name Willa Bradley where she wrote contemporary and contemporary western erotic romances. The switch to the Delta James name coincides with signing with a new publisher, Stormy Night Publications where she is writing contemporary westerns and paranormal erotic romance. Inspired by a friend, Delta wrote her first book for Stormy Night Publications, Brought to Heel. However, several characters in the book demanded their own story, and thus a series was born!
Delta has been a highly successful competitor both in horse shows (Arabians, Appaloosas and Paints) and in the AKC and International Kennel Club with her beloved basset hounds.
She shares her 1940 Bungalow (currently nearing the end of a major renovation) with her “girls” affectionately known as The Hooligan Sisters – Four basset hound girls ranging in age from 10 years to three months.
Delta is always happy to hear from those who enjoy her work – and even those who don’t. She can be reached at deltajames-author@hotmail.com and you can visit her web page at https://www.facebook.com/Delta-James-665140843830701/
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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
