Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Naughty Words for Nice Writers by Cara Bristol

Cara Bristol has updated Naughty Words for Nice Writers, a super handy thesaurus for romance authors. I've used this myself and recommend!  

Here's Cara...

Two years ago, I published the first edition of Naughty Words for Nice Writers. The sex scene thesaurus developed out of my need for functional, usable synonyms. I wrote the book that I needed. In addition to words for sex acts, body parts, and the like, Naughty Words included some tips on how to write a sex scene. My goal was to serve the full range of eroticism: from sweet/fade to black to graphic/explicit.

Of course, as soon as Naughty Words was published, I thought of more words I could have included, and began planning for a second edition. Naughty Words for Nice Writers (A Romance Novel Thesaurus) contains 800 more synonyms than the original, for a total of 2000+. In addition, since users indicated they also appreciated the sex scene writing tips, I added more how-to type information.

Among the new sections are: voice sounds, descriptions for muscles, sex scene locations, setting the scene with bedroom basics, sexual positions, how to remove clothing, sexual metaphors, and things you might find in a BDSM dungeon.

Although spanking is no longer in the subtitle, the spanking section is still in the book and has been expanded with a couple of new sections.

Naughty Words is available in paperback and ebook. I strongly recommend the paperback because it is more functional. This is a reference book that you will use often, possibly every time you write. You can keep it right by your computer and won’t have to open up your Kindle or a computer file to access it. 

Naughty Words FAQS
How can I tell what’s included in Naughty Words for Nice Writers?
Go to the book on Amazon and use the “Look Inside” feature to see the complete Table of Contents.
What’s new in the updated version?
There are additional synonyms in most words lists, there are new words lists (such as muscles, words for naked, how to describe voices), and more how-to type information (places to have sex, how to set the mood in the bedroom, sexual metaphors). I’ve added 800 more synonyms for a total of 2,000+ (the original had 1,200) and more than a dozen new chapters.
Spanking isn’t in the subtitle anymore. Isn’t spanking in the book?
The spanking section is still in Naughty Words. It’s even been expanded a bit.  I only took spanking out of the subtitle to appeal to wider market of romance writers.
I’m torn between the paperback and the ebook. Which is better?
The paperback. Trust me. This is reference book that you will use a lot. Both versions have the same information; however, it’s much easier to look things up in the paperback than in the ebook. Plus, you can make notes in the paperback and write in your own words if you think of any. Besides, if you buy the paperback, you can get the ebook for 99 cents through the Matchbook program. I think of the ebook as the travel companion model.
I already purchased the first edition in ebook format. Can I buy the new version in ebook?
If you already own the ebook, there’s no need to buy it again, and Amazon’s system won’t allow you to buy a book you’ve already purchased. I’ve asked Amazon to notify customers that an update is available. You can get an ebook update for free through Amazon. Instructions here.  
Naughty Words blurb

If finding the right words for your romantic sex scene is challenging, Naughty Words for Nice Writers can help. USA Today Bestselling Author Cara Bristol has written a thesaurus for romance authors to help you find the appropriate words to make your sex scene sizzle.
Naughty Words for Nice Writers is packed with more than 2,000 usable, functional synonyms geared for romance, erotic romance, and erotica. Included are more than 50 word lists for male and female anatomy, foreplay, orgasm, kissing, sex scene locations, specific sexual acts, sexual noises, spanking terminology, and much more. The guide offers suggestions on how to write a sex scene and how to tighten your writing so it sings.
With an emphasis on verbs, this guide will help you “show” the intimacy between your characters rather than tell it. Whether you’re writing a “fade to black” scene or a graphic and explicit one, Naughty Words for Nice Writers will provide the tools.

Author Bio
USA Today Bestselling author Cara Bristol has written more than two dozen erotic romances. She was published by Loose Id, Decadent Publishing, Blushing Books, and Black Velvet Seductions before going Indie. She is best known for the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series, the Breeder series, and the Rod and Cane Society spanking romance series. She holds a B.A. in journalism, but took several human sexuality classes in college because she thought they would be easy As. (Two were, one wasn’t). Married with two grown step kids, Cara lives in the sunny state of Missouri where people often look askance when she tells them what she does for a living. 

Monday, January 23, 2017

Sasha's Destiny #FREE on #KindleUnlimited

WOW! What a cover!!! Check out my friend Shelly Douglas' newest treat! It's VERY naughty...fair warning! 


“So how do you want it tonight, Sasha? You might be mine, but the pleasure will be yours. Do you want it here?” he asked while tenderly bending my knees to kiss the inside of my thighs.

Of course, I reacted quickly to cover my clipped pussy. The light was way too bright.

“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head from side to side. “I want to see all of you tonight, beautiful.” 

Moving my hand away, he circled my cunny with his fingers. I watched as he bent his head down to taste me, gently separating my folds with his velvety, wet tongue. Around and around, with tenderness, he kissed me over and over, flicking my enlivened, hard bud. My eyes closed as he replaced his tongue by slowly sliding his finger inside me, feeling my tightness as I contracted to receive him, in and out until my hips arched up to meet him.

“Tell me how you are feeling, my sweet…” 

“Tony, I think I’m going to come—” 

“No, not yet. I’m not done tasting all of you, and I still haven’t heard what you want tonight.” Flipping me over on my belly, he expertly used his tongue and took his sweet time to slowly lick that sensitive area up and down the seam of my quivering behind. As if I could take much more, he motioned for me to get up on all fours, removed the pillow, and guided my head and shoulders down on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him take his pants off and felt the tip of his cock tickle the entrance of my pussy. Without warning, a sharp slap on my behind came out of nowhere. 

Carefully, he shifted lower and entered me. With each thrust came a quick swat to my fluttering buttocks until he was deep inside me. I’m sure he wanted to fuck me senseless at that point, and as I heard myself moan into the mattress, it became apparent that we were on the same page, until he pulled his surging shaft out.

“Tony… no… Don’t… stop,” I muttered through short inhaled breaths, only to have him shift and plunge into me again as I groaned and closed my eyes.

“I’m still waiting to hear what you want, sweet pea,” he said in a guttural growl, exiting my pussy right before the distinct sound of lubricant spurting from a tube could be heard. The cool lube was a welcome feeling, followed by his finger pressing into my taut, smooth rosebud.

“Oh God. Please…” But there was no response, only the feeling of his finger slowly entering and exiting in between my soft mounds. 

“Tell me what you want, Sasha. I want to hear you say it.” 

“I can’t say it, you know I can’t say it.” 

“Yes, you can, baby. You want me to fuck you while my finger is in your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Tony… I can’t take any more.” 

With that, he teased me once again with the tip of his cock and positioned himself at my soaking wet entrance.

“Ask me. Ask me to fuck you hard and I will,” he growled in a low pitched, commanding voice as he started once again to slide himself into my slick pussy.

“I won’t wait much longer,” he whispered.

“Please don’t stop, please fuck me and don’t stop!”  As he drove deeper and deeper inside me, my groans became louder, and it became apparent that I wouldn’t be able to communicate verbally any longer. But when he slid his finger out of my tushie, I almost lost my mind.

“Nooo—don’t do that!” 

“Then say it, Sasha. I won’t do it without your permission. You need to say it out loud, baby.” 

“Please fuck me while your finger is in my ass… please, Tony… please!” I begged, arching my back, my pussy pulsing with need, my clit trembling in anticipation.

Satisfied, he pumped his finger slowly and deliberately in and out of my tight crinkled hole and at the same time he drove deep and hard into my wanton cunt, my heinie coming up to meet each thrust.


One night, when she is the only staff member in the upscale boutique Ciao Bella, ex-Marine Tony Colucci moves his relationship with widow Sasha Saperstein into new territory - by turning her over his knee. 

Sasha is cautious but curious and willing, even when Tony introduces her to the domestic discipline lifestyle. In exchange for her submission to Tony's rules, Sasha finally finds the love and acceptance she has craved her entire life.

But can she change who she is after fifty years? She's a smart ass who likes to get her own way, and that goes in direct contrast to Tony's innate sense of discipline and order. He proves again and again that she is his highest priority, but that proof usually comes when she is pulled over his knee for a good, old-fashioned spanking.

True to her sassy personality, Sasha continues to push the boundaries of right and wrong, which usually results in a bizarre mixture of self-doubt and extreme pleasure. She loves being taken care of, and is more open to new experiences than ever before. However, she quickly finds out that Tony is the master of role-play, and the Colucci clan indulges in a couple of different lifestyles.

They say you not only marry your husband, but his entire family as well. Is Tony a good fit for Sasha, or is she in over her head?

Publisher's Note: This story contains explicit sexual scenes, as well as spanking, mild age-play, anal, and medical play. Sasha's Destiny was previously published as two separate books: Possessing Sasha, and Her Caretaker. This is a combined, newly edited and revised version.

Connect with Shelly:

Shelly’s Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/shelly.douglas.412/

Shelly’s Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2dLZUMP

Shelly’s Twitter Page:   https://twitter.com/PossessingSasha


Shelly Douglas is not one person, but two! Shelly and Doug are longtime friends and over the years have shared a love of reading spy and murder mystery novels. One night after sharing a bottle of wine, they decided to write a spanking romance novella laced with erotica. Now the stories are flowing out of their heads! Having a man and woman's perspective made for interesting collaborative writing experiences that resulted in books they hope their readers will enjoy.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Her Outlaw Daddy by Jane Henry

As the daughter of a well-to-do politician, Aida Perkins is accustomed to living in relative luxury, but everything changes the night she is carried off by Cole Clemens and his gang. The gruff, handsome outlaw makes it clear that she will be held for ransom until her father repays the debt he owes, and until then absolute obedience and total submission will be demanded of Aida.

When she puts him to the test, Aida quickly finds herself over Cole's lap with her bottom bare for a thorough, humiliating spanking, and to make matters worse he informs her that from now on she will be expected to call him Daddy. Though the painful, embarrassing punishment infuriates Aida, her body betrays her and Cole's stern chastisement arouses her deeply.

Determined to master Aida completely, Cole sets out to teach her what it means to surrender fully to a dominant man, and when he takes her long and hard she is left begging for more. Aida cannot help her growing passion for her firm-handed captor, but it is only when she learns the real reason for her kidnapping that she truly understands the danger she and her new daddy face. Will Cole be able to keep his little girl safe from both her enemies and his own?

Publisher's Note: Her Outlaw Daddy includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book. 

“Night’s growin’ cold, darlin’,” he murmured. “You’ll share a bedroll with me tonight.” 
Her eyes widened, then narrowed in anger. “I wouldn’t share a bedroll with you if I were freezing to death!” 
Leaning closer to her, he took her chin in his hand. “I didn’t ask you, sweetheart. Now you go right yourself for bed and strip to your chemise. I’ll prepare our bed, and you’ll join me.” 
“I will not,” she hissed. 
Cole was unmoved. Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear. “I don’t care who’s in our company or if it’s night or day. You defy me and I'll whip you. Is that what you want Daddy to do? Strip you and paddle your bare bottom? What will the others say?” 
“They’ll say you’re a brute,” she whispered back. 
His plan was not working. Though he was certainly prepared to whip her -- and suspected she’d land herself over his knee before the week was out -- this strategy wouldn’t be as effective given the next leg of their journey. He tried a different tactic.  
Reaching a hand out, he gently encircled her neck and drew her close to him. He might've been rough with her, but women were not immune to his seduction. He flexed his fingers on the back of her neck, massaging, as he whispered in his deepest voice. “Aida, we got off on the wrong foot. I spanked you for defyin' me, and I’ll do it again if I have to. But I don’t want to punish you.” It was a lie. His cock twitched with the mere thought of taking his hand to her bare bottom. “But you must obey me for your own good.” His voice dropped lower. “You’ve had a long day, darlin’. You be a good girl now, and do as you’re told. You may even find if you obey me, I treat good girls very nicely.” 
He could see her begin to soften when her breath became more shallow and her eyelids fluttered. Still, she pursed her lips as she glared at him. “Fine,” she hissed. 
He tsk tsked. “Try again, darlin’.” 
She closed her eyes, inhaled, then blurted out, “Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now strip.”

Phew! Holy Hotness....Her Outlaw Daddy is not available on Amazon!

Monday, November 28, 2016

A Very Naughty Christmas Guest Post

How about a sexy, spanky Christmas box set? Check out what these talented ladies have put together and make sure to scroll to the bottom to enter to win a $25 Gift Card!

Here’s a few snippets from each of our stories. 

Dinah McLeod’s Story, Her Christmas Daddy  
“So, I don’t see a Christmas tree.”

The comment took Sara by surprise and diluted the pure and utter joy of the first bite of her doughnut. She scowled at him. You couldn’t get that first bite back. “It’s early,” she said at last.

“Oh, I know it’s early for the rest of the world,” he chuckled. “But I seem to recall that you Schroders have a strict decorating schedule.”

“Yeah, well.” She shrugged, trying not to let his observation mar the enjoyment of the rest of her breakfast. “A lot has changed.”

“Ah,” was all he said, recognition dawning on his rugged features.

She would prefer they stop talking altogether and just eat, but Alex seemed to have other plans.

“I could help you. You know, if you wanted. I know that you guys prefer trees three times your own height and that can be a little hard to pull off solo.”

Okay, he was really starting to get on her nerves here. Didn’t he get that she didn’t want to talk about Christmas? Why was that so hard to understand? “Thanks, but I’ll be all right.”

“Oh, well, let me know if you change your mind.”

Maddie Taylor’s Story, Mistletoe Magic 
Fingers at the knot of her robe broke through her lust-numbed mind. “Dixie?”

She knew what he wanted. “Yes,” she breathed.

“You want more?”


A slight tug and her robe parted, his palm gliding flat over her belly and up her ribs, to curl beneath one breast. He paused again. “Pretty soon we’ll be past the point of no return for me. Say so now and we’ll stop.”

“You wouldn’t stop later?”

He growled. “I would, darlin’, but it won’t be easy.”

“Don’t stop, please. I’ve wanted you forever, too.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled as his thumb arced up and over her nipple, which pebbled tightly at his touch. She arched, pressing her breast more fully into his palm as his tongue licked into the warm recesses of her mouth and his hard thigh found its place between her own. The rough denim abrading the tender skin of her inner thighs had her fingers curling into the thick muscles of his shoulders, as she hung on.

His thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple as he ground his thigh against her mound was almost too much. “Kyle,” she called as desire bubbled up and out of her.

Sliding from his shoulders down his back, her hands fisted in his shirt, tugging to get it off, needing to feel his skin. He moved suddenly, clasping her wrists with his strong fingers and pressing them into her pillow on either side of her head. Her eyes flew up to meet his.
“I’m hanging on by a thread, baby. No touching or this will be over much too soon.”


“Keep your hands where I put them. Tonight, this is about you.”

A Very Naughty Christmas’ Blurb
A Very Naughty Christmas is a five-book collection featuring brand-new holiday-themed titles from five best-selling spanking romance authors. It includes the following books:

Her Christmas Daddy, by Dinah McLeod
When Sara Schroder returns home from college to spend Christmas in the town where she grew up, it doesn’t take long for her reckless driving to get her in trouble. But police officer Alex Maxwell—the next-door neighbor she’s had a crush on for years—decides to handle the situation himself, and instead of being given a ticket Sara quickly finds herself over his knee with her bottom bare for the first spanking of her life.

Though the punishment leaves her deeply embarrassed, Sara cannot deny her arousal at being taken in hand so firmly by a man like Alex, and soon she is calling him daddy and delighting in his caring attention and his hard, dominant lovemaking. But can she learn to behave like a good little girl for him or will she spend the holidays with blushing cheeks and a bright red bottom?

Mistletoe Magic, by Maddie Taylor
Dixie Culbertson has seen more than enough heartbreak in her life, and as far as she is concerned, no man can be trusted. But when her old high school crush walks into the diner where she works, the desire she once felt for him is quickly rekindled.

Kyle Prescott has always regretted the misunderstanding that tore him and Dixie apart over a decade ago, but it will take more than just a kiss under the mistletoe to break down the walls she has built around her heart. He is determined to make things right, however, even if that means taking her over his knee for a bare bottom spanking and claiming her so thoroughly that she is left with no doubt that she belongs to him.

Daddy’s Little Elf, by Meredith O’Reilly
When Chloe Carpenter’s husband, Drew, catches her sneaking away to work despite her promise to take time off to allow them to spend Christmas together, he doesn’t hesitate to bare his naughty wife’s bottom and spank her soundly.

After the punishment is over, Drew quickly reminds his little girl that her daddy will always take care of her, and soon Chloe is snuggling in his lap, drinking hot chocolate, and being given a bubble bath. But when he finds out the secret reason she was slipping off to work, will it make him as happy as she hopes?

Her Stern Doctor, by Morganna Williams
After she speaks rudely to Dr. Derek Malcom one time too many, young nurse Kendra Jacoby finds herself in his office at the end of her shift expecting to be fired. But the doctor has other plans, and soon the sassy girl is lying across his lap as her bare bottom is thoroughly spanked.

Kendra is burning with desire by the time the punishment is over, and being brought to a humiliating climax over Derek’s knee only increases her need for him to take her long and hard. But when a powerful winter storm leaves them snowed in together, what will his plans for the night include?

Kept for Christmas, by Sara Fields
After Raina LeBlanc shows up for a meeting unprepared because she was watching naughty videos late at night instead of working, she finds herself in trouble with Dr. Eliot Knight, her stern, handsome boss. He makes it clear that she is in need of strict discipline, and soon she is lying over his knee for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

Though her helpless display of arousal during the punishment fills Raina with shame, she is both excited and comforted when Eliot takes her in his arms after it is over, and when he invites her to spend the upcoming Christmas holiday with him she happily agrees. But is she prepared to offer him the complete submission he demands?

Publisher’s Note: A Very Naughty Christmas includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Friday, November 11, 2016

Dominic: a Dark Mafia Romance is LIVE!

I was the boy who would never be king. The monster who could never be loved.

Gia was just a job. Just another girl caught in a world of monsters.

It didn’t matter that I liked the look of her.
I didn’t care that she cringed when she saw my soul.
I liked it.
I liked her fear.
And I wanted her.

Monsters didn’t get to live happily ever after, though. I knew one day I’d have to go back. Because time neither forgave nor forgot.

And neither did I.

Old debts needed to be settled. Enemies punished. It was past time I returned to the family business. I’d been gone far too long.


All my life, I believed in fairy tales. Not the Disney kind. Never those. I always knew life was darker than that.

I was the daughter of a foot soldier. The sister of a snitch. A nobody.

Monsters had been part of my life for as long as I could remember, but none as dark as Dominic Benedetti. None as cruel. None as broken.

I had no illusions about what he was. I had no desire to save his soul. And I couldn’t care about his bleeding heart.

But love isn’t always beautiful. It could be a twisted, ugly bitch.

I’d always known this was the kind I’d find. The only kind that could touch me.

Because some of us, we belonged in the dark.
And Dominic and I belonged in the dark.

Author’s Note: Dominic is a steamy standalone romance. He is the ultimate Anti-Hero, so be prepared for a crazy, rough ride. To fully understand Dominic’s actions, I recommend reading the first book in the Benedetti Brothers duet, Salvatore.

This book is intended for mature readers. No cliffhanger and no cheating.

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2fVe8uQ
Amazon Universal: myBook.to/Dominic

Chapter 1


Fear has a distinct smell, something that belongs only to it. Pungent. Acidic. And at the same time, sweet. Alluring, even. 
Or maybe only sweet and alluring to a sick fuck like me. Either way, the girl huddled in the corner had it coming off her in waves. 
I pulled the skull mask down to cover my face. The room was dark, but I could tell she was awake. Even if she held her breath and didn’t move a single muscle, I’d know. It was the scent. That fear. It gave them away every single time. 
And I liked it. It was like an adrenaline rush, the anticipation of what was to come. 
I liked fucking with them. 
I closed the door behind me, blocking off the little bit of light I’d allowed into the small, dark, and rank bedroom. She’d been brought here yesterday to this remote cabin in the woods. So fucking cliché. Cabin in the woods. But that’s what it was. That’s where I did my best work. The room contained a queen-size bed equipped with restraints, a bedside table, and a locked chest holding any equipment I needed. The attached bathroom had had its door removed before my arrival. Only the bare essentials were there: a toilet, sink, and a shower/bathtub. The bathtub was truly a luxury. Or it became one at some point during the training period. 
The windows of both the bedroom and the bathroom had been boarded up long ago, and only slivers of light penetrated through the slats of wood. Both rooms were always cold. Not freezing. I wasn’t heartless. Well…I had as much heart as any monster could have. I just kept the rooms at about sixty degrees. Just cool enough that it wouldn’t do any damage but it wouldn’t be quite comfortable. 
I walked over to the crouched form on the floor. She stank. I wondered how long they’d had her. If they’d washed her during that time. 
I wondered what else they’d done to her, considering the rule of no fucking on this one. My various employers didn’t usually give that order. They didn’t give a crap who fucked the girls before auction. It’s what they were there for. But this time, Leo—the liaison between the buyer and me—had made certain I understood this particular restriction.
I shoved the thought of rape aside. I didn’t do that. Whatever else I did to them, I didn’t do that. Some tiny little piece of my fucked-up brain held on to that, as if I were somehow honorable for it. 
I had no delusions on that note. Honor was a thing that had never belonged to me. Not then, not when I was Dominic Benedetti, son of a mafia king. So close, so fucking goddamned close to having it all. And it certainly didn’t belong to me now. Not now that I knew who I was. Who I really was.
More thoughts to shove away, shove so far down they couldn’t choke me anymore. Instead they sat like cement, like fucking concrete bricks in my gut. 
I stepped purposefully toward the girl, my boots heavy and loud on the old and decrepit wood. 
“Wakey, wakey.”
She sat with her knees pulled up to her naked chest, her bound wrists wrapped around them, and made the smallest movement, tucking her face deeper into her knees. I noticed she still wore underwear, although it was filthy. That was new. By the time they got to me, they were so used to being buck naked they almost didn’t notice anymore. 
The three night-lights plugged into outlets around the bedroom allowed me to take her in. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. So dark, I wondered if it would be black after I washed the dirt and grime from it. 
I nudged the toe of my boot under her hip. “You stink.” 
She made some small sound and dug her fingernails into the flesh of her legs, crouching farther into the corner, folding and withdrawing deeper into herself. 
I squatted down, looking at what I could see of her too skinny body. I’d check her for bruises later, once I cleaned her up. Make sure there wasn’t anything that needed immediate attention. No festering wounds acquired in transit. 
“Did you piss yourself?”
She exhaled an angry breath.
I grinned behind my mask. There we go. That was different. 
“Lift your head, so I can see your face.”
I lay one of my hands on top of her head. She flinched but otherwise didn’t move. I gently stroked her head before gripping the long thick mass of hair and turning my hand around and around, wrapping the length of it tight in my fist before tugging hard, jerking her head back, forcing her to look at me. 
She cried out, the sound one of pain and anger combined. They matched the features of her face: eyes narrowed, fear just behind the rebellion in her hate-filled, gleaming green eyes. Her mouth opened when I squeezed my fingers tighter, and a tear fell from the corner of one eye. 
“Get your hands off me.” 
Her voice sounded scratchy, low, like she hadn’t spoken in a long time. I looked at her. Heart-shaped face. Full lips. Prominent cheekbones. 
No, more than that. Aristocratic almost. Arrogant. Beautiful. Different. 
Different than the usual girls. 
She scanned my face. I wondered if the skull mask scared her. Fuck, it had scared me the first time I’d put it on. Nothing like death staring you in the face. 
“Stand up,” I said, dragging her by her hair as I straightened. 
She stumbled, but I kept hold of her, tilting her head back, watching her process the pain of my fist in her hair. Teaching her. 
Actions spoke louder than words. I always started my training from minute one. No sense in wasting time. She’d learn fast to do as she was told, or she’d pay. She’d learn fast that life as she knew it was over. She was no longer free. No longer human. She was a piece of fucking meat. Owned. Owned by me. 
That first lesson was always hardest for them, but I was nothing if not thorough. 
I guess you could say I’d found my true calling.
“You’re hurting me,” she muttered.
She swallowed hard and blinked even harder, maybe to stop the tears that now leaked from both eyes. This girl was a fighter. She hated weakness. I could see it. I recognized it. This battle, she warred as much with herself as she did me. 
“What’s the magic word?” I taunted. 
She glared, her gaze searching, trying to see through the thin layer of mesh that covered even my eyes. I could tell she was trying not to focus on the mask but rather my eyes. To make me more human, less terrifying.
Fear. It was the one thing you could always count on. 
“Fuck you.”
She reached up with her bound hands to grab hold of the mask, but before she could tug it off, I jerked her arms away. 
I spun her around and shoved her against the wall, pressing the side of her face against it. She pushed at the cheap, dark-paneled walls with her hands, her bound wrists just in front of her chest. Her breathing came hard, harder than mine. 
I looked her over. Even beneath the layers of dirt, I saw the print of a boot turning blue on her side. 
I was right. This one was a fighter. 
Leaning in close, I let go of her hair and pressed my body against hers, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Try again. Magic word. And remember, I don’t usually give second chances.”
“Please,” she said quickly before a sob broke out that she tried hard to suck back in. 
I kept my chest to her back, holding her against the wall. I wondered if she could feel my erection. Hell, she’d have to. 
“Gia,” I whispered against her ear. I knew her first name, knew it was her real name when she sucked in a breath. 
That was all I knew, but I wouldn’t tell her that. It was all I wanted to know. Contrary to what my various employers thought, I didn’t like training the girls. Or selling them. I wondered if I should. It was one of the things my father had done, my real father. He was a scum-of-the-earth asshole. I’d just been trying to live up to my heritage over the last seven years. Hell, I had to make up for lost time. Twenty-eight fucking years’ worth. From the terror on the girl’s face, I was doing a good job of it. 
I hated myself a little more because of it every day. But that was the point, wasn’t it? I didn’t deserve any different. 
“You belong to me now. You will do as I say, or you will be punished every single time. Understand?”
She didn’t answer, but her body began to tremble. She squeezed her eyes shut. I watched as tears rolled down her cheek. 
“Understand?” I asked again, trailing my fingernails up her back and splaying them beneath the heavy veil of hair at the base of her skull, ready to grip and tug and hurt. 
She nodded quickly. 
I abruptly stepped back. She almost fell but caught herself. She remained standing as she was, her back to me, her forehead against the wall. Her hands moved, wiping her cheeks. 
“Turn around.”
It took her a moment. She moved slowly, keeping as much space between us as she could, keeping her bound hands raised so they covered her breasts. 
Defiant eyes met mine, the green shining bright in contrast to her dirt-smeared face. There was something about her. Not once in the dozen girls I’d trained had I ever felt anything but emptiness, a space between me and them. The girls, they weren’t even human to me. It was easier that way. They were things. A means to an end. That end being me sinking deeper into depravity, so deep I’d never see the light of day again. 
I steeled myself and let my gaze roam over her. She shivered, and I knew it wasn’t the cold that made her shudder. 
“Raise your arms over your head. There’s a hook there. There are many throughout the room.”
I watched as she scanned the room. Her eyes would have adjusted to the dim light, so she’d see at least the outline of what I was talking about. Chains had been fitted to the ceiling in various spots. Overkill maybe, but like I said earlier, I liked fucking with them, and imagination was often worse than reality. Attached to these chains were large hooks, like meat hooks. When I needed to, I used them to secure the girls.
“You’ll have to stand on tiptoe to slide the ring at the center of your restraints onto the hook. Do it.”
Her chest moved as her breathing came in short gasps while her gaze traveled around the room again before finally coming to rest on the one over her head. 
I walked over to the locked chest and took the key from my pocket. “I already told you, I don’t like to repeat myself,” I said as I bent to unlock it. I raised the lid, taking out what I needed. This was the usual. Gia was no different than the others. They always had trouble obeying at first. 
I put the lid down and held the crop close to my leg so she wouldn’t see it. When I reached her, I took one of her wrists and raised both arms to secure her on the hook. 
She immediately started trying to free herself. It was futile, but what the hell. She could wear herself out. I already knew she’d be a slow learner. The fighters always were.
“Yes,” I said, moving around her. 
She tried to follow me but on tiptoe, she was slower. I wondered if she even saw the first strike come because at the sound of leather striking flesh—a sound my sick brain loved—she sucked in a breath and went stock-still. 
“Do I have your attention?” She tried to turn this way and that, wriggling to lean away. I raised my arm again and this time, struck the side of her hip.
“Stop!” she cried out.
I gripped her arm, turned her to face away from me, and brought it down three more times over her still panty-clad ass. 
“Please! It hurts!”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
I struck again, this time spinning her to face me and marking the fronts of her thighs.
She screamed. I wondered how much of that was shock, although the crop could sting like a motherfucker, and I wasn’t being gentle. No sense in coddling them. 
“More?” I asked. 
I laid one more stripe across her thighs anyway. “No, what?”
“No, please, no!”
“Well, hell. Maybe you’re not as slow a learner as I’d pegged you to be.” I tossed the crop onto the bed and adjusted the crotch of my pants. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes widened as she watched. “Now don’t move.”
I looked her over, checking for bruises, finding several, all of which seemed to be a few days old. No fresh cuts, nothing that needed anything other than time to heal. Although time was limited. 
Turning her, I touched the imprint of the shoe on her side. She hissed when I pressed. “You must have pissed someone off.” I chuckled. 
“He didn’t appreciate my knee in his crotch.”
I laughed outright. “I like a girl with some fire,” I said as I slid my fingers into the waistband of her panties. “These have to go.”
She struggled violently until I smacked her ass with the flat of my hand. “I said don’t fucking move.”
“That won’t work every time, honey.” I tugged them off, watching them drop to the floor. Gia squeezed her legs together, clenching her ass as she tried to get away from me. 
“Please,” she tried again. 
I dug my fingernails into her hips to keep her still. “Do you need the crop to stop fucking moving?”
“No! Just don’t…please don’t—” 
I felt her struggle to stop moving, and I knew what she was afraid of. I knew exactly what she was afraid of. 
“Still.” My voice came as a low, dark warning. 
She shuddered in my grasp and hung her head, her breathing loud and uneven.
That was when my thumb rubbed against a thick scabbing of skin. It was about two inches all around and when I pressed against it, she sucked in a breath. I leaned down to have a closer look. The circular scar stood on the side of her left hip. It was an intentional marking, a burn. 
“What’s this?”
She just made a sound.
“What is it?” I asked again after smacking her other hip.
“He didn’t exactly bother telling me when he fucking branded me.” She swallowed a loud sobbing breath. 
I straightened. It couldn’t have been more than a few days, maybe a week old. I’d see what it was once the scab healed. In the meantime, I had work to do. 
When I didn’t hold her steady, she wobbled from foot to foot, unable to get any sort of a foothold considering her height. She couldn’t be more than five feet five. She’d barely come to the middle of my chest when she’d stood on flat feet. I walked around her a few times, just circling, taking my time as she tried to follow my movements, her eyes watching me closely. 
“You really do stink,” I said, stopping to face her. “Did you piss yourself, or did they piss on you?” I couldn’t help it. One corner of my mouth lifted at the question. At the callousness of it. 
The girl’s eyes narrowed. A brief look of shame flashed through them. 
“Are you going to kill me?” she asked finally. “If you are, just do it. Just get it over with.”
She wasn’t begging for her freedom, or her life, for that matter. Hadn’t offered a single bribe—they usually did. Offered all the money they had. Their families had. They didn’t have a clue that what I’d be paid would far exceed what most families of these lost girls could earn in a year. 
Lost girls. I’d come to call them that. This one, though, this Gia—she was no lost girl. No. She was different, and I wanted to know what it was that made her so.
“You’re not here to die. You’re here to train. We only have two weeks, which is less than my usual. And given your…unpleasant disposition”—I let my gaze travel over her—“it’d take anyone else double that time.” I looked her in the eye and winked. “But I’m a professional. I’ll make it work.”
“Teach you how to behave—for the auction, at least. After that, you’re not my problem anymore.”
“What auction?”
“Slave auction. There’s one in two weeks. You’ll be there. Guest of honor. At least, one of the guests of honor. Let’s get you cleaned up, so I can see what I’ve got to work with.”
I reached up to free her cuffs from the hook, and she sighed in relief when her feet stood flat on the floor again. Holding her by one arm, I wrapped the other around the back of her neck and pulled her close. She planted her hands on my chest, keeping as much distance as she could between us.
“You want the cuffs off?”
She searched my masked face, focusing on my eyes, then nodded. 
I reached into my pocket and took out two pills. “Open up.”
She eyed them. “What are they?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “They’ll help you relax.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want them.”
“I don’t recall asking you if you wanted them.”
She slowly turned her gaze up to mine and gave me a one-sided grin, then opened her mouth.
Piece of work, this one. I would administer the sedative a different way next time, and when I did, she’d be begging me to take it orally again. But for now, I brought my hand to her mouth and tilted it. But before the pills could slide in, she opened wide and bit hard into the flesh of my palm, breaking the skin. 
“Fuck!” I yanked her off but only after she’d drawn blood. My hand automatically rose to slap her, and she cringed, cowering before me. 
In the moment I hesitated, she backed up against the wall, eyes huge, hands up, palms to me. 
I lowered my hand and took hold of her arm instead, shoving her to the floor. “Down!” 
My blood streaked her skin where I held her. She made a sound when her knees hit the hardwood. 
“Pick them up.” 
She whimpered, muttering something senseless. I squatted beside her and gripped the hair at the back of her neck to force her to look at me. 
“Pick. Them. Up.”
Her terrified eyes shifted from mine to the two pills lying on the floor and back. Holding my gaze, she felt for them and closed her fist around them. 
“Hold them out to me.”
She did, her hand trembling, her eyes locked on mine. 
“You want to swallow these, or do you want me to shove them up your ass?” I sounded calm, as if I had full control of myself. Little did she know that was when I was at my worst. When rage owned me.
She studied me, perhaps unable to speak. 
“Ass it is,” I said, making to rise and dragging her with me. But by the time we were standing, those pills had disappeared down her throat, and she gripped my forearm, trying to relieve the pressure on her hair. “Open.”
She did, and I turned her head this way and that to make sure she’d swallowed. She had. 
I released her, and she stumbled backward. 
“I owe you one,” I said, referring to a punishment, but from the look on her face, she didn’t get it. I headed to the door.
I unlocked it and pulled it open. I’d bandage my hand while the pills did their work. 
Gia moved toward me and then stopped. 
“Go lay down,” I told her.
She’d be out soon. The dosage was probably too high. She was a little thing. I’d guess maybe 115 pounds soaking wet. 
“Please let me go,” she managed.
I took her by the arm and walked her to the bed, picked her up, and placed her on top of it.
She pulled her knees into her chest, and my eyes fell again on the scab that had formed on her hip. Something about that worried me. I had a feeling I wouldn’t like what I found once the wound fully healed. 
I met her gaze again. Our eyes locked, hers searching, uncertain. 
She reached for the blanket, pulling it toward her. Her fingertips touched mine when I took hold of it and dragged it away. 
Warmth was a privilege earned, and she had in no way earned it. 
She shivered. “Please. I’m so cold.” 
I looked at her and shook my head. 
“Don’t fight me, Gia,” I whispered. “You won’t win.”

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