She didn’t set out to be naughty, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself
Learning to be Little
Kathryn R. Blake
After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.
Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
First Time Making Love ®
“So even though I found you on the streets, you retain an aura of inexperience about you. In some ways, I suppose, I am your first, then.”
When she nodded again, he smiled. “That also pleases me more than I can say. Your innocence enchants me, little Kelly.”
“Very much so. Although your erotic education appears to be severely lacking, so we’ll begin tutoring you tonight by working to expand your vocabulary.”
“You want to give me a lesson in dirty talk? Now?”
“Oh, yes. However, I also need you to keep in mind that if you slip and say any of these words outside of this room, I shall have to punish you. These are big girl words. Little girls are never to use them. Understand?
Though she hadn’t expected him to offer her lessons in erotic language tonight, she’d play along. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He pressed his finger inside her again. “Say, please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”
Her cheeks burning hotly, she gazed up at him in surprise.
He gave her thigh a light slap. “That was an order, and I expect to be obeyed. Disobedience will earn you smacks, even in here.”
Swallowing the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat, she whispered, “Please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”
“Good girl.” He pressed two fingers into her as his thumb circled her clit.
“Ahh,” she sighed, her back bowing into an arch as her hips jerked in time with his thrusts. He knew precisely how to coax pleasure from her eager body.
“Yes, sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.
“Beg me to let you come.”
Her eyes snapped open. “What?”
He bent closer to her. “Say, ‘I want to come, sir. Please say that I may.’ ” His fingers didn’t stop their erotic stroking.
“I don’t understand.”
His fingers stilled, and she groaned. “I want to hear you beg for your orgasm.”
“What happens if I… come… anyway?”
“Ahh. Well, that would be considered an act of willful disobedience, so I would have to spank you.”
“You would? Why?’
“To intensify your pleasure, sweet one. Everything we do in this room will be for pleasure, Kelly. I don’t punish in here. At least not as a rule.”
“So, you spank for pleasure, too?”
His grin widened. “Most definitely.”
“But spankings hurt.”
“When interspersed with intimate caresses, they can also awaken nerve endings that feed the pleasure center of your brain.”
“I don’t think I’d like that.”
He chuckled. “Maybe not, but you won’t know until you try. Will you?”
“I guess not, but some other time, okay?”
Sitting back on his heels, he gazed down at her. “That’s not for you to decide.”
“My room, my rules. I say what happens here and what doesn’t.” One eyebrow arched, and he pressed his fingers inside her again with a little more force than was comfortable. She grunted, then his middle finger curled slightly and his thumb returned to circling the tiny nub of sensitive flesh between her legs.
“Don’t come until I give permission.”
“Please, sir,” Kelly begged, beginning to pant as the erotic sensations quickly built to the point that her legs shook from her efforts at restraint.
“Please what?” His attentions increased in tempo.
“Please let me come. Ahh,” Kelly cried out, her hips thrusting back in unison with his thrusts. Her entire body started to quake as she teetered on the edge of something wonderful.
“Come,” he whispered, and Kelly’s orgasm crashed like huge cymbals reverberating through her. Her arms and legs trembled as they rode the waves of incredible pleasure emanating from the tiny bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs. Unable to do anything but journey where her body took her, she closed her eyes until her breath emerged in open-mouthed gasps as her system floated down from its sensual flight.
Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine. In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them. However, even in Kathryn’s novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart. In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.
To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love. However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control. They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren’t infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.
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