After her father’s gambling addiction finally catches up with him and his debts put her life in danger as well, Emy Forester is forced to go into hiding in Juneau, Alaska. Planning to start a new life, she finds a job at a local pub, and it is there that she first sets eyes on Tobias Wyatt.
Tobias is unlike any man Emy has ever met. The former game warden is as rugged, harsh, and uncompromising as the Alaskan wilderness he calls home. He is the kind of man a woman obeys unless she wants to feel his belt across her bare backside. The thought of belonging to Tobias should terrify her, but instead it leaves Emy’s heart racing and her panties soaked.
When Emy lets her curiosity get the better of her and flirts with Tobias one time too many, she ends up spanked until she is sobbing. Despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom, however, his rough, dominant lovemaking proves more satisfying than she would have thought possible, and an intense, passionate romance quickly ignites between them.
Over the coming weeks, Tobias sets out to teach Emy the proper respect for the dangers of this wild, untamed land. But the men who killed her father haven’t stopped looking for her. When Tobias learns that Emy has been lying to him about her identity, will it destroy the bond they’ve built together, or will he forgive her deception and take it upon himself to protect her?
Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Wild includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Emy was below deck when I got back to the boat. She sat on the bed and didn’t make a peep when I entered, although her eyes went wide and skittish.
“Pants and panties around your ankles. Now.”
She got up and unbuttoned her jeans. The motion of her wiggling her hips out of her clothes was quite arousing. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time or the place. I sat on the bed beside her, pulling her across my lap and trapping her legs beneath one of mine.
“You know why you’re about to be punished, don’t you?”
“I overstepped my place, didn’t I, sir?”
“Yep.” No sooner did I agree with her than did my hand laid into her ass. This wasn’t a casual love tap; this was a whack that signaled who was in control, always.
“And do you deserve to be disciplined?”
“Yes, sir,” Emy whimpered.
The second cuff caught the side of her tempting roundness. The skin tinged pink the moment the palm of my hand caught it. She lay there, still and not uttering a word, taking the punishment I was giving her. Emy was a tough girl for a lower forty-eighter. Even for an Alaskan, I realized. A third spank hit the exact same spot as the second, deepening the color. Not quite red, but for a start, it was getting my point across.
Her ass was propped up in the air, nestled against my stirring cock and turning me on more with each subsequent swat, but I stayed the course. The next three spanks produced a cracking noise that echoed through the empty hull just below us. After the third one, I stopped for a moment, hoping to impart a lesson.
“As captain of the ship, when we are on official business, my word is law. That goes whether we are on land or sea.”
“I know, sir,” she whispered contritely.
“Yet you broke the only rule that truly matters, my little mutineer. For that, you need to earn your place back on my ship.”
She gasped, just loud enough that I caught it, before pulling up from my lap and digging her hips into my thighs.
“And how do I do that?”
“The penalty for disobedience is five more licks to your ass,” I paused. “With my belt.”
Her body shuddered as I propped her up on her feet. With my eyes fixed on hers, I unhooked the old leather strap from around my waist, freeing it to its full length. To her credit, Emy leaned over the bed to accept her punishment, her red posterior dangling in front of me.
“A captain can only take the toughest of crew. If you can survive your five licks without a sound, you’ll be readmitted to Her Majesty. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered quietly, yet with some resolve.
With a hand on her lower back to still her and to guide my aim, I folded the belt in half and cracked it across both cheeks of her trembling ass. The force made her shift her weight forward into the mattress, yet not even a whimper crossed her lips. Christ, she was a strong one. The second and third blows produced the same result, parallel welts rising along her well-punished ass. With each wallop, my respect for Red grew. She was a true woman, feisty yet submissive to her man.
And I was her man.
I gave her a respite for a moment to gather herself, her breathing having grown more ragged with each stripe. “Two more licks and we’ll be done, Red.”
She gave me a short nod and the leather met her skin for a fourth time. By now, her ass was a deep red color, matching her hair and personality. I didn’t pause, going from the fourth blow right into the fifth. Her butt absorbed the strike and she let the mattress absorb the brunt of her weight, catching her breath and processing her discipline.
As soon as the tanning was over, I immediately placed the belt on the bed and cradled her. “You’re back on the crew, Emy. We’re good.”
She nestled into my arms and with the understanding it was finally okay to make a sound, tears leaked from her eyes. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she apologized.
“No, never embarrassed,” I corrected her. “Just overstepped, that’s all.”
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