I’ve not had the opportunity to share my new book before now, but better late than never! So to those wipsters out there, here is a snippet from my latest release, Sold to the Gladiators, which has already hit the top 20 in Amazon’s Ancient World bestsellers.
Bethan has served multiple masters since she was captured by a rival clan and sold to the Romans, but nothing could have prepared her for Felix and Rufus. After purchasing Bethan, the two handsome, battle-hardened former gladiators quickly make it clear that she will be shared between them, taken hard and often by them both, and punished sternly for any disobedience.
Having been told by a seer that he must claim a woman from among his own people in order to appease the goddess of fertility, Felix is delighted to stumble upon a girl as beautiful as Bethan, and he is determined to use her as thoroughly as needed to bring blessing on his new estate. Rufus, on the other hand, was never much of a believer in fate, but the moment he sets eyes on Bethan he wants her in his arms… and in his bed. Will she surrender willingly to her new owners’ dominance or spend her days with a bright-red, well-spanked bottom?
Publisher’s Note: Sold to the Gladiators includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“You are a slave. Owned. You have no rights. No freedom to choose what happens to you.” He emphasised his words with spanks that must stir the mice from their nests and the birds from their roosts. He swept his hand upward so that the palm collided with the crease of her thigh and maximised her discomfort. On and on he spanked, unabashed by her parted legs and exposed sex, which had betrayed her wantonness. The haze of pain had no impact on her desire for Rufus.
If he took her there, she’d let him. She would, she knew it and wanted it. The realisation was too much and she sobbed, allowing the tears to run off her end of her nose amongst the snot as she hung her head in shame.
“Felix is your master. He needs you more than you can know. He needs your lust, your vitality. Give it to him and I shall reward you, too.” He rested his hand on her toasted arse and rubbed each buttock in turn. “Good, that’s better. Felix is a stern master, but not unfair. However, if you run away again or disobey him, you shall be punished severely.”
She spat out the gnawed linen. “I won’t run away, not while you need me.”
Rufus slid his fingers along her slit. He rubbed his fingers together. “You’re wet, slave. If spanking makes you hungry for a fuck, then that is no bad thing.”
“Please don’t tell Felix,” she whimpered. “I don’t want him to know what I’ve become.”
He helped her up and gathered her into his arms with the cloak draped over her shoulders. “I think he already knows. It is why he chose you.”
“What about you, Rufus? Did you choose me too?”
He swept the hair out of her tearful eyes. Lowering his lips, he kissed each eye before answering. “I chose you for a different reason. But,” he sighed, “until Felix has claimed you first, I can only wait.”
“For what?” She snuggled against his chest until his heartbeats were audible.
He said nothing. After a while, when the heat of her punished bottom ceased to make her wince, he told her to dress and follow him back to the cam where he fashioned a cold compress using damp leaves. She lay on her belly and he lifted her skirt to place the cold leaves on her heated backside. Then he covered her.
“Stay still and sleep. These will help with the pain.”
Her drooping eyelids flopped over her eyes. Only as she drifted off, did she notice that Felix was not where she last saw him. He’d moved.
Extended excerpt: spanked by the gladiator