Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.
Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.
Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?
Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Donovan grinned as he sat with her latest revisions on his lap. He was surprised smoke wasn’t rising from her head, she was so busy plotting against him. He’d known he’d need to start firm with her and give very little wiggle room. The reality was that she needed this… needed him, and she needed to come so badly he could smell her arousal from the corner.
He set the paperwork back down and rose to silently stand behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat. As Donovan watched, her shoulders stiffened but she couldn’t hide the tell-tale shiver that coursed through her soft round body.
He ran one finger down the center of her back to the cleft between her ass cheeks, and a husky moan escaped her before she could cut it off; she was so wet he felt it the moment his hand reached her inner thigh. Thick and rich, it dripped down the inside of her legs. His mouth watered, he was so hungry for a taste, but unfortunately that wasn’t on the agenda today.
Donovan paused, his fingers just below the entrance to her body, waiting to see if she’d reject or invite his touch. Aurora gave a frustrated little mewling cry and moved her legs as far apart as the pants still down around her knees would allow.
It was all the invitation he needed; he moved forward and thrust two fingers inside her all the way to the hilt, practically lifting her on her toes. Her body was tight but gave ground easily then clamped down on his fingers like she could make him a part of her and never let him leave.
Donovan had to bite back a groan as the obvious need in her and the way she was squeezing his fingers pushed the animal in him to take her now in every way possible; the man in him tamped down the need. Aurora was the focus today—getting her used to being handled again and reminding her how good it could be to submit.
When he started rocking his fingers in and out of her in a demanding rhythm and ghosting his thumb across her clit, she came to life, arching her neck and crying out in pleasure as she rode his hand.
“Please! More… harder… I need it harder… oh, yes!” she cried, sounding almost tearful as he worked her closer and closer to climax. She leaned her head into the corner, bracing herself as she rode his hand.
His fingers pounded in and out of her hard and fast until she clamped down on him almost impossibly tight with a soft scream, then her needy core was milking his fingers hard as her body shuddered in release.
Donovan smiled as he played a small game of tug of war with her body as he pulled his fingers free; she was clamped down on him tightly like she didn’t want to let go. Scooping her from the corner, Donovan gathered her spent form close and sat down with her on his lap.
It was a testament to how strongly the spanking and climax had affected her that she just sat quietly with her face buried in his neck.
She’d come hard and she’d needed it worse than any woman he’d ever known.
Suddenly she stiffened and straightened on his lap, giving him a glare, now as prim as could be; well, as prim as a woman could be with her pants around her knees and her arousal still slicking his hand.
“How dare you take such liberties with my person,” she snapped.
Donovan grinned and lifted his still glistening hand to show her before he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked every trace of her arousal from his fingers and hand.
Aurora made a squeaking noise in the back of her throat as she watched transfixed.
“You’re going to find I’ll dare a lot of things, little girl, best accustom yourself to that fact,” he told her firmly.
She sprang off his lap and pulled her pants up with another glare, groaning a little when they touched her well spanked ass. “I… you… well… you can’t… oh, just get out!” Aurora yelled before running from the room and taking off down the hall like the devil himself was on her heels.
Donovan chuckled as she fled. The devil was content to let her stew today, and tomorrow was another story. He couldn’t wait till she found out he’d rented the house next door.
“You can’t spank me again!” she said firmly, bewildered by the fact she was about to be spanked for the second time today and fighting the knowledge that she craved it almost more than her next breath.
“Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”
“No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.
“Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”
“I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.
“Please what?” he asked gently.
“Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.
“With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.
Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.
He was right; she needed this badly.
The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.
Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stripes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.
She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.
Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”
Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”
She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.
She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.
“Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.
“Fuck me already!” she yelled.
In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”
“Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.
Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.
He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.
“Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.
The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.
“That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.
He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”