Sunday, February 4, 2018

Sexy Reads Sunday with Ashe Barker



Making the Rules is a contemporary romance, set in the UK… something to spice up a chilly winter day. She thought she was on her own, until she realized who was making the rules… 


When twenty-five-year-old forensic sociology student Lily Jamison travels to a small town in West Yorkshire to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a young girl, she expects to be working alone. But then Ben Tyler offers his help, and before Lily knows it the handsome former Chicago police officer has taken charge and made it his business to keep her safe, even if that means baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she disobeys him.

Ben’s firm-handed dominance and strict correction leave Lily deeply aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man masters a woman properly, she cannot help begging for more. But as Lily gets closer to the truth, she becomes ever more reckless. When she pushes things too far with her impulsive behavior, will Ben be prepared to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as necessary to convince her that he is the one making the rules?

Publisher’s Note: Making the Rules includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

BUY LINKS:
 AMAZON US
 AMAZON UK
 
Maybe stripping completely would have been easier, less intimate. It was too late now, decided Lily. She was committed, and determined to go through with this. She unfastened her jeans, lowered the zip, and shoved the denim down her thighs. Her white lace panties remained in place, for all the protection they might offer. Ben merely lifted that expressive eyebrow again and said nothing. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down too.
“Lift up your shirt, please.”
His tone was low, but stern. Lily felt impelled to obey. She raised the garment, fully aware that now she revealed her neatly bare mound and her pussy to his attentive gaze. He took his time before looking up to meet her eyes again.
“Very pretty. Now, I think you can imagine the position…?” He patted his lap. “Just make yourself comfortable.”
Comfortable? Lily felt little short of mortified as she draped her body across his thighs, her head hanging down close to his shoes. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands so settled for grasping his ankle with one and putting the other on the carpeted floor.
“Edge yourself forward a bit more. Lift your bottom up for me.”
Oh. God.
Lily did as she was told, shuffling about as he helped to arrange her exactly to his liking.
“Yeah, that’ll do.” Ben rested his hand on her upturned buttocks and started to stroke slow, steady circles. “You know, you have the most delectable ass. A butt made for spanking.”
Lily gulped. Did he expect her to respond?
“Tell me when you’re ready.” As he spoke to her he continued his sensuous caress and Lily found herself writhing in unexpected pleasure. Maybe there was something in this stress-relieving nonsense after all.
“Lily?” he prompted.
“Oh, yes, I’m ready.” She tightened her grip on his ankle.
Ben laid an arm across her back and hugged her closer to him, and he caught her legs under one of his. Suddenly, Lily realised she was immobilised, held in place. She should have been scared but she wasn’t. She felt safe, secure. He wouldn’t let her fall.
The first few slaps were something of an anti-climax. Lily had imagined this whole experience would be a lot more painful, cathartic even, definitely enough to set her squealing and wriggling like many of the women in the videos she watched earlier. It wasn’t anything like that. Ben used his hand, and he peppered her buttocks with rapid spanks, but they weren’t heavy and barely registered as painful. Lily would describe the sensation as mildly uncomfortable, and something of a disappointment if she was honest.
“Okay, Ben. Thank you, but I think… ow!”
“You were saying?” He leaned down to look at her as he dropped another much harder spank onto her left buttock to match the one he just landed on her right.
“Uh… nothing,” grunted Lily as the spanking ramped up a gear or seven. The slaps still rained down thick and fast, but they were heavier now, each one sending a burst of heat across her tenderised skin. She started to wriggle in earnest, and squealed as the pain built. Her bottom was on fire. The sensation was intense and growing more so by the second. It was incredible, and terrible, and indescribably erotic.
Her exposed pussy leaked. Her clit throbbed. Lily experienced a mad urge to spread her legs and beg him to touch her, to do anything to assuage the mounting desperation. The more her bottom sizzled under his relentless hand, the more she ached to come.
“Please,” she sobbed, between spanks. She was panting now, breathless, gulping for air.
The spanking slowed, then ceased. “Have you had enough, Lily? You’ve only to say when you want to stop.”
“Yes. No, I mean, not yet. I just…” Christ, what did she want?
Ben was in little doubt. “You’re very wet. I’m guessing you’re enjoying this.”
Lily groaned. Was it absolutely necessary to point that out? Did he really need to humiliate her quite so much? She was already mortified at her disgraceful response, at the sudden burst of lust that started at her core and just grew and blossomed and now threatened to swamp her.
“You want an orgasm right about now. Am I right?”
She nodded, unable to do otherwise. Her senses were out of control, her sudden and acute arousal overwhelming her so she could barely think straight.



More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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