I have Aubrey Cara here with her new (and extremely hot) release, Candi's Debt!
Thank you, Natasha, for inviting me over! I’ve brought Hank and his sweet princess, Candi—who’s just asking for trouble—from my new book Candi’s Debt. In a bid to protect her brother, Candi finds herself in hot water with very dangerous men. Hank may not know all the facts, but what he does know is Candi needs the type of firm handed guidance only he can provide.
*This scene is from Hank's POV
“Let’s see here.” Taking her hand, I pull her to a display case where there are row after row of nipple clamps and butt plugs. “We’ll definitely be needing some of these,” I say plucking a package containing a big black plug off the display.
“Wh-wha-what?!” The last syllable comes out so high I’m sure only dogs can hear it.
“You’re right. That’s probably too big. I want something you’ll know is there, but daddy doesn’t want to hurt his little girl. Well, I do but…speaking of, what would you like to be spanked with? I see some paddles over there we can peruse.”
“This is wrong on so many levels,” she hisses. Grabbing the butt plug out of my hand she re-shelves it as she looks around, turning all kinds of red in embarrassment. “We’re not picking out implements you plan on torturing me with.”
“Torture is such a strong word.”
“I don’t want to be clamped, plugged, or spanked.”
“That’s why it’s called punishment. Not that I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it more than you hate it.”
Her huff of outrage is followed by, “You’re delusional. I won’t like it. I know I won’t.”
“Oh, princess.” Her breath is coming fast and her cheeks are flushed. Pushing her further back behind the display, so we’re blocked from view, I slip my hand under her skirt and enjoy her quick indrawn breath as she grabs my wrist. Too late. My fingers sneak past the soaking wet crotch of her panties and sink up into her slippery core. “Tsk, tsk, someone is lying to me and to themselves. You know what happens to girls who lie?”
“Hank.” My name on her lips comes out strangled. She’s still clutching my wrist for dear life, but she’s not trying to yank me away.
I start a leisurely back and forth glide just to watch her eyes haze over and roll back. Fuck, the way her breath hitches makes me rock hard in an instant.
“Seems something about this little outing we’re on is tripping your trigger. So tell me, is it all the naughty vibrators and dildos doing it for you?”
“Dammit, Hank.” This time my name comes out on a pant, but I keep a maddeningly slow pace. She doesn’t know it yet, but I don’t plan on letting her come anytime soon.
“No? Not the vibrators. I would have thought you’d like those. Hmm, maybe it’s the butt plugs and nipple clamps, or maybe just maybe,” I say leaning close into her space so my breath is puffing on her neck, “It’s the fact that I’m going to take you back to my place, and clamp your lovely tits.” I pinch her nipples as a preview, and she jerks. “Then daddy’s going to bend your hot little ass over and work a plug into your tight little back hole before spanking you so hard and so long, you’ll think of me for a week every time you sit down.”
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.
Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n' dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she's not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.