Hi Natasha, thank you for inviting me to your blog.
The fun part of writing science fiction is pushing the boundaries and experimenting with alternative worlds. Iona has been given to Xane because her community can’t pay their taxes. Now his servant, she must wear a collar. Having refused to put it on, he’s taken her over his knee for a long spanking.
She had started to whimper, then the soft sobbing came. To his relief—as he hadn’t wanted to inflict unnecessary marks on her or imply he was some monster who enjoyed inflicting pain—she gave in. Her body went lax as the rigidity in her muscles disintegrated, leaving her spent and slumped across his lap. He ceased his spanking and rubbed the rouge of her heated skin, dissipating the fire within her cheeks with small circles of his tingling palm.
“Will you wear your collar?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” A solitary affirmation but it was all he required.
Xane released his hold on Iona and guided her down to his side and onto her knees. Her cheeks bore the tracks of tears, while her eyes were puffy and red. He stroked her hair, waiting for her to catch her breath. Without any prompting from him, she rested her forehead on his thigh and a few minutes slipped past quietly.
Taking the collar out of his pocket, he carefully placed it around her neck, attaching it at the back with the clasp. It fitted snugly, but not tightly, and it seemed to weigh only a few grams.
She fingered it. “Can’t I put it on when I leave the apartment?”
“No. Only take it off when you immerse yourself in water. It’s supposed to be waterproof, but you may cleanse yourself unhindered. You have to prove to me you will be conscientious about wearing it, then I might allow you some exceptions. I wish to make it clear to you, Iona, there will be rules, certain conditions to ensure your good conduct and you will comply or face the consequences, here in this room, bent over.”
She sucked in air through pursed lips. “Very well.” She rose and he helped her to her feet. “Please, may I go now,” she said coldly, without looking at him.
Xane tipped her chin up, forcing her to show him her eyes. No longer red around the rims, they shone like black pits surrounded by melted silver. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “You’re very beautiful, quite extraordinary…” he whispered. She flinched and he dropped his hand away. “Are you afraid of me?” It would disappoint him greatly that she feared him when he wanted nothing but loyalty and respect from her. At least for now those emotions would suffice.
The pause lengthened. She shook her head. “No. I don’t fear you.” Her voice trembled. He wasn’t convinced.
“This,” he touched the thin strip around her narrow neck, “means you are taken care of. Without it… others might assume you are a Chandran and must behave as we do. You are not prepared for that.”
Her eyebrows drew in, forming lines on her forehead. Naturally, she had no idea about such things.
“It is of no matter for now,” he added hastily. “Go prepare some food. Explore that kitchen. Make something sufficient for the three of us.”
“And where do I sit while you and Daxar dine? On the floor where you feed me your scraps?”
Xane sighed. “No, Iona. You sit next to me. Where else would I want you?”
When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.
Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.
Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?
Publisher’s Note: Taken as Payment is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of domination and submission.
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.