I'd like to welcome Aubrey Cara today with her latest release, Mimi Mine. Here she is...
Thank you for hosting me today, Natasha! I'm always excited to stop by. I love your blog and your books.
Today I've brought along an excerpt from my new story Mimi Mine I hope you enjoy.
Mimi has always craved submitting to a powerful man. She gets that in spades with Mason, but when it's revealed Mason is just as new to dominating as she is to submission she gets scared and takes sex and kink off the table. Mason reluctantly agrees, but after Mimi blatantly tries goading Mason into spanking her, he knows it's time Mimi pay the piper.
“Lose the towel.”
Nerveless fingers dropped the towel where she stood. Her nipples pebbled to fine points as the cool air kissed her skin. She wanted to cover herself as she stood waiting for his directive.
“Come here, Miriam.”
She wanted to shake her head and stay exactly where she was. She'd taken one step when he said, “Stop.”
She froze like they were playing a game of Simon Says. He nodded at the floor and back at her, making his request clear. Indignation filled her chest, but something else too. Something hot and needy.
Slowly she got to her knees, keeping eye contact the entire time. She dropped down to her hands and began to crawl, holding his gaze, challenge warring with submission with every inch she drew closer.
When she got to his feet she sat back on her heels as he stroked the side her face. But instead of his warm, steadying hand she got the cold smooth leather of the paddle trailing over her skin. Now it rested on her shoulder, an extension of his hand. The hand she would much prefer.
The weight of the paddle was lighter than expected yet a heavy reminder of what was to come.
“Do you like your new paddle? I had it made special, just for you.”
Great. Give the man a month off from kink and he had a paddle handmade, just for her bottom. Her hands instinctively reached back to protect her posterior. She couldn't take her eyes off the paddle. Nervousness for what was to come threatened to eclipse her desire for a spanking. It wasn't like a spatula, or a spoon, or hand. It looked like a weapon of ass-destruction.
“Would you rather I spank you with my hand?”
She nodded, giving him a guarded-but-hopeful look.
“Do you get to choose how I punish you, Miriam?”
Rebellion flashed through her before she looked down, shaking her head. She felt her lower lip pouting out and she sucked it back in, along with the tears that were suddenly threatening to fall. Why that simple question filled her with remorse she didn't know. It didn't make sense. She'd known she was going to get punished. She'd known he wasn't going to take it easy on her. She'd longed for this all month and wouldn't want it anyway else, but…
She hadn't expected it to feel like a real punishment.
He took her hand pulling her up and walking her over to the padded bench at the end of his massive bed. He sat before gently pulling her down over his hard thigh. His jeans chafing against her bare belly, her upper body resting along his hip. He clamped her legs down with his other leg much like he had at the hospital. Tears began to fall in earnest down her face and he hadn't even lifted the paddle.
It may be twisted, but she'd never felt more secure or loved than she did at that moment. Fastened against his body, knowing that he was going to spank and punish her in any manner he saw fit. And she knew she could trust him. Trust him to give her what she needed. Trust him to release her from all the fear, insecurities, and guilt that had been riding her. She'd been a ship lost at sea all month.
Cool leather lightly glided over her rump and it made her flinch with nerves.
“Last chance, angel. Reprieve or repent?”
“Repent,” she said, her throat clogged with tears. Her belly a tight ball of grief.
She had not a second to breathe before fire licked across her ass with the first strike of the paddle.
Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multimillion dollar franchise, but has nothing to show for his personal life.
He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he though he knew about women.
Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.
When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her to her knees and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.
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.