Thursday, 17 December 2015

~ : ~ The Don's Daughter by Renee Rose ~ : ~

Renee Rose is sharing Book 3 of The Bossman Series - The Don's Daughter. It is a 53k word novel in the Mafia D/s genre and the excerpt she's shared today is a spicy one!

Blurb:
Giving control of her body to Carlo Romano, underboss to her father, was dangerous. More dangerous than her hair-brained idea to take off her clothes at a strip club as a form of sex therapy. But the temptation outweighed the risk. Carlo made her feel sexy, alive and appealing, feelings she’d scarcely known after two years with her cheating and demoralizing ex-boyfriend.

Carlo couldn’t believe Summer — the don’s daughter — was dancing half-naked on the stage of a strip club. Nor could he believe she suggested he’d be the one to take a belt to her ass and set her straight. But he’d had a thing for Summer since the day he moved in with her family, fresh off a plane from Sicily. He couldn’t walk away from the opportunity to get up-close and intimate, and show her his dominant side.

Still, Summer may not be ready for a new relationship, and even if she is, there was the not-so-small matter of what her parents would say — her father would probably want to kill Carlo if he found out he’d seen her naked...



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Carlo had Summer naked across his lap on the sofa. He was fully clothed, the way he liked it for a power exchange scene. He hadn’t touched yet, but her pussy already glistened with dew simply from the act of baring herself for him.
He stroked the curves of her muscular ass, down her long, shapely thighs. Fucking gorgeous. Drawing his hand back, he landed a smack on the lower portion of her right cheek.
Her shoulders tensed, but she held still for him.
Such a good girl. She’d gone soft and sweet on him from the moment he’d promised a punishment in the car, and brunch had consisted of moony looks from under her lashes and more attempts to get him to share his personal preferences for everything from nuts or no nuts in cookies (nuts, definitely) to favorite vacation locale (mountains, not beach).
He smacked the other cheek, then rubbed the sting away. Warming her up slowly, he slapped and stroked until her bottom turned an enchanting shade of blush. Only then did he increase the intensity, spanking her harder and picking up the tempo.
She clenched her butt muscles and made little gasping noises that made his already stiffened cock go rock hard. The gasps turned into grunts and little cries. He wasn’t giving her time to assimilate the pain, so it would quickly overwhelm her senses. Sure enough, her hand came flailing back, trying to cover. He caught her wrist and pinned it behind her back, continuing to beat a steady rhythm on her rapidly reddening behind.
Summer looked back in alarm. “Carlo, I’m sorry!”
“You were a naughty girl, tesoro mio, and now your bottom must pay the price.”
She wriggled as if trying to dodge his hand. “Please!”
He had no intention of stopping, because the wriggling and the begging was just part of the game. He could spank her to tears and she’d still be dripping wet for him. Summer was wired as a true submissive, her masochism a complement to her dance career.
She was a perfect complement to him. Satisfaction surged with each crack of flesh against flesh, the sting of his palm and the bounce of her cheeks fueling his lust.
“I will not tolerate your fits, bambina.” Her bottom bobbed under his hand. “If you have a problem with me, you figure out a way to talk to me about it. Respectfully.
“Ouch, Carlo—I’m sorry!”
He didn’t stop until she had collapsed, whimpering over his legs, her bottom hot and swollen from his hand prints. Her body trembled. He ran a hand up her sleek, muscled back.
Her breath came in shaky sobs, but her eyes were dry.
He smoothed the hair away from her face.
She looked back at him, her lower lip trembling, a question on her face.
Leaning over, he kissed her temple and some of the tension left her body. She could probably take any amount of pain with enough positive encouragement. But he had modulated how much soothing he gave her because he wanted her to remember the punishment, not just the pleasure that would come afterward.
“Reach back and pull open your naughty cheeks.”

About Renee Rose
#1 BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN PARANORMAL and SCI-FI EROTICA!
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won The Romance Reviews and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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