On
all fours, crawling across the floor she finds herself yearning to be mastered
by the one man she vowed to hate.
After her
brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara
Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes
as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises
to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish
her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.
Devin
Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share
with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to
be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means
stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged
like a pet.
Despite
her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand,
and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara
helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly.
When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate
and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the
secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information
help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater
danger?
Publisher’s
Note: Protecting His Pet includes
spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If
such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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He said they were in danger. Not
just her, but him as well. Did that make him less of an asshole? He had what he
wanted, the tapes, she wasn’t going to even try to take the money in that box,
it was his. All he had to do was let her go; instead, he’d tossed her back in
the cage.
“Do you want something, pet?”
His rough voice rolled over her body as well as any fingertip or lips. His
lips. He hadn’t kissed her since they were in the kitchen; in fact, other than
the finger fucking during her breakfast he hadn’t touched her at all.
She licked her lips again,
telling herself that sucking his cock meant she’d be able to get out of the
cage. It was just a means to an end, nothing else. She told herself that, but
even she knew she was a bullshitter.
“I—” Her eyes darted up to his,
not wanting to ask, or say what she wanted, and hoping like hell he wouldn’t
make her.
“Oh, I think you can do better
than that. Tell me. Ask me to suck my cock. It’s what you want, isn’t it? To
suck me hard, lick me, and have your face fucked with it?” Back was the crude
jackass from the truck. Maybe what he’d heard on those tapes was bad. Maybe he’d
come down for stress relief, something to soothe him. And fuck her, she wanted
to give him that. Because if they were in trouble, if he was telling her the
truth, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would be helping her. His brother?
Maybe, depended on how dirty of a cop he was, or how good of a brother.
The man stood before her, looking
for a way to relieve his worry. The man who promised to protect her from the
bad guys, even if that meant locking her away for her own good.
She inched toward him, reaching
through the bars until her hands rested on his thighs. The firmness of his muscles
there told her how hard he worked to maintain his body. No one got quads like
that from doing a handful of squats; no, he was disciplined in his schedule.
“Let me.” She licked her lips
again, keeping her eyes mingling with his. The edges of his stare softened. He’d
been looking for a fight, or at least expecting one. She’d had enough fighting.
Her soul was tired, her body ached, she wanted to find the middle ground with
him. The small strip of peace they could reside in together to get through
whatever fucked-up shit her brother had put her in.
He shuffled closer to the bars,
his cock nearly through the space where her mouth was positioned. “Open your
mouth, stick out your tongue,” he ordered. One final lick of her lips, and she
spread them, jutting her tongue out past her teeth. “Don’t close your mouth,
not even your lips. This mouth is mine, understand?”
Even if her mind didn’t, her
pussy got the idea just fine. She could feel the wetness already slipping
between her lower lips, knowing if she touched her clit she’d find it engorged
with her arousal, and most likely ready to come.
The soft round head of his cock
touched her outreached tongue, sliding over it and going deeper into her mouth.
Her throat started to clench, but she worked the muscles and swallowed, opening
for him and keeping the gag at bay. Fuck, he was a lot bigger than she
remembered. Just as she felt the back of her throat clenching again, he pulled
back. Before she could take a deep breath, he thrust forward, hitting the back
of her throat once more and eliciting a gag.
“Fuck.” She pulled her head back
and coughed, then quickly got back into position.
“Good girl, but no cursing. I
don’t like it, and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap next time you do it.” His
threat, or rather his promise, didn’t fall on deaf ears. She’d have to watch
her foul mouth, but it would be hard. A bad habit she only seemed able to curb
while at work, and even then she let her guard down when patients weren’t in
earshot. “Open your mouth wider, pet. I want you to take my whole cock in.
Stick out your fucking tongue, or I’ll hold it out for you.”
Author Bio
Meet the Author
Measha Stone is an
international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her
husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing
from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre,
but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and
breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain? When she’s not writing, she’s reading and
goofing off with her kids.
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