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  When he ignored her and began methodically slapping his hand down hard on her exposed backside, she shrieked in outrage.

  “Aurora, you’ve been allowed to hole up in this house living some sort of half-life for far too long. Someone should have taken you and this situation in hand long ago, but since they didn’t, I guess it falls to me,” he told her matter-of-factly.

  His hand continued to fall, so hard and fast she couldn’t keep track of the number of swats. Every swat left her ass feeling like she’d disturbed a nest of angry bees. Aurora began to buck, not to scream at him but in genuine effort to avoid the next swat.

  No matter which way she rocked her poor bottom his hand still unerringly found its target, leaving her gasping in dismay as the heat in her seat continued to build. Her movements became more and more jerky as the spanking continued, her will to resist beginning to crumble under his onslaught.

  “Are you beginning to see reason?” Donovan asked her as he continued to slap his hard palm down in no discernible rhythm.

  “I’m beginning to see that you are the biggest dickwad in the free world!” she yelled in a last-ditch effort to hang onto her anger.

  “Not quite ready I see,” he said and to her dismay his hand began to fall even harder, concentrating the smacks in one spot several times in a row before shifting to another spot to give it the same attention.

  Aurora howled in outrage at the unfairness of the situation.

  Soon her bottom was on fire and her shrieks of outrage changed to cries of pain and her insults to pleas… but still his hand continued to fall until with a sob of defeat Aurora collapsed over his lap, submitting to the punishment with soft, heartbroken sobs.

  “Are you ready to listen to reason?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she said softly.

  Ten swats harder than before landed directly on her sit spots in quick succession, then he rested his hand lightly on her throbbing red bottom. “Are you going to apologize for your rudeness?”

  “Yes, sir, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been behaving,” Aurora said contritely; her poor ass was on fire and she was ready to say anything to end the spanking.

  “Good girl,” he praised her and she frowned at the warmth that filled her chest. She didn’t want to feel warmth or anything else for this man. She was shocked when he stood her in the corner with her pants still around her knees and her red ass on display.

  “Oh, hell no!” Aurora snapped as she started to turn around, only to be stopped by a firm grasp on her arm and a series of swats on the under curve of her ass that made her swing her hips in a futile effort to avoid them. Tears of embarrassment coursed down her cheeks as she found herself back in the corner with her nose firmly planted.

  “Now while you think about how this meeting could have gotten off to a better start, I’m going to sit down and go over the edits you sent last night at three in the morning. Apparently we need to get you on a better sleep schedule too; that’s entirely too late for you to be up writing,” he said firmly as he sat back down.

  Aurora kept her own counsel as she stood in the corner plotting revenge. Donovan might have the upper hand now but sooner or later he’d leave and once he was out of her home he’d never get back in again—even if she had to buy several vicious pit bulls and a killer raptor or at least a bloodthirsty parrot.

  * * *

  Donovan grinned as he sat with her latest revisions on his lap. He was surprised smoke wasn’t rising from her head, she was so busy plotting against him. He’d known he’d need to start firm with her and give very little wiggle room. The reality was that she needed this… needed him, and she needed to come so badly he could smell her arousal from the corner.

  He set the paperwork back down and rose to silently stand behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat. As Donovan watched, her shoulders stiffened but she couldn’t hide the tell-tale shiver that coursed through her soft round body.

  He ran one finger down the center of her back to the cleft between her ass cheeks, and a husky moan escaped her before she could cut it off; she was so wet he felt it the moment his hand reached her inner thigh. Thick and rich, it dripped down the inside of her legs. His mouth watered, he was so hungry for a taste, but unfortunately that wasn’t on the agenda today.

  Donovan paused, his fingers just below the entrance to her body, waiting to see if she’d reject or invite his touch. Aurora gave a frustrated little mewling cry and moved her legs as far apart as the pants still down around her knees would allow.

  It was all the invitation he needed; he moved forward and thrust two fingers inside her all the way to the hilt, practically lifting her on her toes. Her body was tight but gave ground easily then clamped down on his fingers like she could make him a part of her and never let him leave.

  Donovan had to bite back a groan as the obvious need in her and the way she was squeezing his fingers pushed the animal in him to take her now in every way possible; the man in him tamped down the need. Aurora was the focus today—getting her used to being handled again and reminding her how good it could be to submit.

  When he started rocking his fingers in and out of her in a demanding rhythm and ghosting his thumb across her clit, she came to life, arching her neck and crying out in pleasure as she rode his hand.

  “Please! More… harder… I need it harder… oh, yes!” she cried, sounding almost tearful as he worked her closer and closer to climax. She leaned her head into the corner, bracing herself as she rode his hand.

  His fingers pounded in and out of her hard and fast until she clamped down on him almost impossibly tight with a soft scream, then her needy core was milking his fingers hard as her body shuddered in release.

  Donovan smiled as he played a small game of tug of war with her body as he pulled his fingers free; she was clamped down on him tightly like she didn’t want to let go. Scooping her from the corner, Donovan gathered her spent form close and sat down with her on his lap.

  It was a testament to how strongly the spanking and climax had affected her that she just sat quietly with her face buried in his neck.

  She’d come hard and she’d needed it worse than any woman he’d ever known.

  Suddenly she stiffened and straightened on his lap, giving him a glare, now as prim as could be; well, as prim as a woman could be with her pants around her knees and her arousal still slicking his hand.

  “How dare you take such liberties with my person,” she snapped.

  Donovan grinned and lifted his still glistening hand to show her before he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked every trace of her arousal from his fingers and hand.

  Aurora made a squeaking noise in the back of her throat as she watched transfixed.

  “You’re going to find I’ll dare a lot of things, little girl, best accustom yourself to that fact,” he told her firmly.

  She sprang off his lap and pulled her pants up with another glare, groaning a little when they touched her well spanked ass. “I… you… well… you can’t… oh, just get out!” Aurora yelled before running from the room and taking off down the hall like the devil himself was on her heels.

  Donovan chuckled as she fled. The devil was content to let her stew today, and tomorrow was another story. He couldn’t wait till she found out he’d rented the house next door.

  Chapter Three

  Aurora listened at the closed door of her bedroom; she couldn’t hear anything but she wasn’t sure Donovan had left or not. She sighed and walked to sit on her bed, clutching her pillow to her chest as she stared at the door.

  She couldn’t chance going back out there right now; she couldn’t face him yet. He’d spanked her and then made her come hard. It had been years since she’d allowed herself to come. In fact she’d thought she’d succeeded in killing off her sex drive; even the delicious scenes she wrote didn’t stir her anymore.

  Donovan had put paid to that notion, he’d sent her from 0 to 999 on the arousal scale from the moment he’d walked in the door�
�� it couldn’t be allowed to happen again. Sex led to need and need led to dreaming of things that were just unattainable and only resulted in heartache.

  Aurora had to get rid of Donovan, he affected her and that gave him power… no one could have power over her ever again. She picked up her phone and called Jenny.

  “Hi, Jenny, this is Aurora Kane.”

  “Aurora.” Jenny sounded a little hesitant.

  “I want you back as my editor. Can you make that happen?” she asked.

  “I’m sorry, Aurora, but Donovan is your editor until he says otherwise,” Jenny said softly.

  “What? Well, then let me talk to his supervisor, and I’ll tell them I’ll break my contract…”

  “Aurora…” Jenny tried to interrupt.

  “They’ll understand when I tell them how he…”

  “Aurora!” Jenny said loudly.

  Aurora blinked at the phone. “What?”

  “Donovan is the boss, he owns the publishing house. There isn’t anything anyone can do and I wouldn’t recommend trying to break your contract,” Jenny told her. “I’m sorry, Aurora.”

  “Oh….” She was reeling from the news.

  “Well, I need to go… have a good rest of your day, Aurora,” Jenny said just before she hung up.

  Aurora sat her phone down, her heart back in her throat… there was no escape from the man and that terrified her.

  She finally ventured out of her room a few hours later. The house was empty. She pushed aside the slight disappointment, sure it was just the orgasm talking. It was good Donovan was gone.

  Hopefully he’d decided she wasn’t worth his time; again Aurora ignored the empty feeling that thought left her with. With a sigh she picked up the notes of edits the irritating man had left and began reading through them.

  Aurora was surprised to find that now that she was willing to read them, she actually liked some of his suggestions. She was actually eager to tackle the sex scene that had been such a thorn in her side.

  Ginger pushed him away then moaned as he grabbed her close, refusing to allow her the distance between their bodies she’d sought. He gave her no further chance to protest as he devoured her with his mouth until she sank against him like she was going to sink inside him.

  He pulled the spaghetti straps from her long gown off her shoulders and down her arms and soon the silky fabric was pooled around her feet, leaving her naked before him.

  She shivered as he studied her, one long finger reaching out to stroke the tip of her left nipple. It tightened immediately in response as a well of moisture sprang forth between her thighs…

  Aurora groaned along with her heroine, finding she was getting wetter and wetter as she immersed herself in the scene, easily becoming lost in the passion between the characters until finally she ceased typing and found herself with her head thrown back as her hand slid inside her pajama pants and her finger slipped between her own wet folds.

  The hero’s face blurred and became Donovan’s as she sent two fingers deep, her palm slapping against her clit with every inward thrust.

  “Masturbate for me. Let me watch you bring yourself off.” She heard Donovan’s dark voice in her head.

  “But I can’t,” she whispered softly.

  “You can and you will or I will paddle your sweet ass until you’re ready to do as I tell you,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

  “Oooh… yes…” Aurora cried as her fingers moved faster and faster, her hips bucking up off the chair in her frenzy of need. She gave a lusty cry as her hungry channel clamped down on her fingers and her body stiffened, just before she came with a little shudder as her body rhythmically milked her fingers.

  She blinked as she came back to herself, a little bemused. She hadn’t even been tempted to come in years and now after all her rigid self-denial she’d come twice in the same day. The man was a menace!

  Then she read back through what she’d written and had to admit at least to herself it was the best sex scene she’d done in years. Maybe she needed to have good sex to write good sex.

  It was a sobering thought. Could she use Donovan for sex? Could she submit without really submitting? Surely she could hold herself back, separate sex from emotion. That was the mistake she’d made previously, she’d been attached and emotionally needy. As long as that never happened again, she could handle it… couldn’t she?

  Her thought process was interrupted by the doorbell.

  Aurora stiffened her spine when she saw Donovan through the glass in the door. “What?” she asked through the door with as much attitude as possible.

  “Apparently I didn’t spank you long enough earlier,” he said rather drily. “Open the door, Aurora.”

  She opened the door so hard it bounced off the wall. “Don’t you dare mention that debacle from earlier, you brute!”

  “Debacle?” he asked with an arched brow.

  Her tummy flipped but she couldn’t stop herself. “You should be ashamed of yourself, you asshole! You can’t treat women like that! It’s not the 1950s, you Neanderthal!”

  “I gave you what you asked for, young lady… what you needed and you know it,” Donovan said as he caught one of her expressively flailing arms in his hand and pulled her behind him as he shut the door and headed for the couch. “Just like I’m going to do now.”

  “No! You can’t!” Aurora railed. She pulled against his firm hold, all but leaning backwards in an effort to stop his forward momentum. Her feet slid across the floor unable to get purchase so she finally sat down. “No!”

  He laughed, simply picking her up under one arm like a sack of potatoes while her arms and legs wind-milled in the air. “Yes.”

  Aurora twisted and threw her body right and left in an effort to escape but he held her easily and when he sat down she found herself face down over his lap again, only this time he pulled her pajama pants all the way off, her futile efforts to stop him obviously for naught.

  “You can’t spank me again!” she said firmly, bewildered by the fact she was about to be spanked for the second time today and fighting the knowledge that she craved it almost more than her next breath.

  “Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”

  “No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.

  “Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”

  “I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.

  “Please what?” he asked gently.

  “Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.

  “With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.

  Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.

  He was right; she needed this badly.

  The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.

  Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stri
pes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.

  She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.

  Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”

  Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”

  She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.

  She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.

  “Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.

  “Fuck me already!” she yelled.

  In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”

  “Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.

  Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.

  He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.

  “Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.

  The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.