To protect his runaway, Trevor will do more than hide her away. He will possess her, every beautiful inch of her.
After she uncovers her wealthy father’s ties to a prominent Chicago crime family, twenty-four-year-old Addison St. Claire flees to a small town in Michigan where she hopes to start a new life. Things are not that simple, though, and she is quickly tracked down by a stern, handsome police detective who makes it clear that Addison will be coming with him whether she likes it or not.
Detective Trevor Stringer is none too pleased at being assigned to babysit a spoiled rich girl, but he is determined to keep Addison safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking when her defiance puts her life at risk. Despite her protests, her body’s response to his bold dominance makes it obvious that Addison is in need of a firm-handed man to keep her in line, and before long she is begging Trevor to claim her properly.
Over the coming days, Addison learns what it means to belong to a man who will not hesitate to strip her bare and punish her thoroughly whenever he feels it necessary. Whether she is pleading desperately for the release she has been denied after a hard spanking or writhing with pleasure more intense than she can handle as she is brought to one shattering climax after another, Addison is left with no doubt that she has been mastered completely. But when she discovers that Trevor has kept an important secret from her, will she ever be able to trust him again?
Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Runaway is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Owned and Protected series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“You aren’t moving, Addison.” He kept his words firm. This was a teaching moment, start as you mean to go on, he’d been taught. “If you need help obeying, I’ll help you, but it will cost you. Every time I have to make you, force you, to obey you’ll be punished. So, understand that now before you make your next decision. I don’t want what isn’t freely given. You will give me your submission, you will give me your obedience.”
Her breath came in shorter bursts, her breasts, those beautifully round pert tits, raised and fell with her breathing. Her arousal filled the room, he’d never smelled anything so potent- so delicate before.
She must not have wanted to tempt fate, because she turned back around to face the bed, bending over at the waist and pressing her face into the mattress. Her hands slipped behind her, grabbing her ass cheeks but then stilling. She groaned. He doubted it was meant for his ears, but he’d heard it. He felt the agony of her decision, of her giving over to him, and it turned him on even more. If that made him a bastard, that was fine with him.
“Addison, last warning.” He wouldn’t take much pleasure in making her. Taking her submission, taking what was given always gave sweeter vibes than making the girl. But every now and then he’d come across a sub who wanted him to make her. Those subs never lasted very long with him. He’d give them what they wanted, but there’d be a price and they rarely wanted to deal with that a second time. Maybe that was why he was still single, still looking for someone to be his full time. Or it was because he had more shit in his baggage than any one woman wanted to help him carry.
He sighed, ready to intervene, but she got herself going again. Her fingers gripped the insides of her cheeks and with gentle care pulled them apart, revealing her pussy- glistening with her desire, and the dark pucker of her asshole. Closing the gap between them, he lowered himself down on his haunches, getting face to ass with her.
“Fuck.” He inhaled. “The scent of your pussy is filling up the room,” he laughed. “No, don’t let go. I didn’t say that was a bad thing.” He tapped her right hand when it started to lose its grip.
She groaned, and went back into position.
“So, wet already, Addison. I’ve threatened to punish you. I’ve promised to make you give all of yourself to me, and you are near dripping.” With his middle finger, he slid through her folds, down to her clit and circled the swollen nub. At his touch, her back arched, her ass propped up higher, and she moaned. Not the embarrassed sound of earlier when she was caught playing with herself. But a hopeful, full of desire melody that spoke to him on darker levels than he’d tapped into in a long time.
“Please, Trevor.” A soft plea as she pressed back against his finger. He flicked the nub, laughing when she yelped.
“What, Addison? Remember, you have to ask, beg or I won’t.” He’d told her earlier he wouldn’t give her release until she begged for it, and he was a man of his word.
She looked over her shoulder at him; her wide eyes finding his. “Trevor, please.”
“Pull your cheeks further apart,” was his response. She readjusted her position and did as he asked. “Have you been fucked here?” He tapped her little pucker with this thumb while his middle finger continued to dance over her clit.
“No.” She shook her head. “Please.” She arched more, pushing back.
“You understand this will make you mine, this will mean until we part ways, you’ll do what I say, when I say, how I say, and if you don’t, I will punish you.” Two of his fingers were poised at her entrance.
“Yes, yes.” She nodded, but it wasn’t the consent of a logical thinking woman. He pulled his hand free and stood up. “Trevor!” She stomped her foot on the floor.
“Oh, acting the spoiled brat already?” He laughed and gave her two sharp slaps to her thighs with the flat of his hand.
“Ow!” She let go of her ass and started to stand up, but he pushed her back down.
“No, you stay down there. I’m getting a condom. Tell me now if you want this all to stop.”
She licked her lips, biting at her lower corner.
“I don’t want you to stop.”