AimlessRamblings: Renee Rose Presents

Today I'm deviating from my usual Monday post of a short story by me to featuring a snippet of one of my favorite authors, Renee Rose. If you have ever read any of her books, you know she is a terrific writer. I love her characters and story lines, whether its westerns, regency, paranormal or in this case, modern mobster. Mob Mistress is the second in her Bossman series. So without further do, here's Renee

Thank you so much for inviting me over to share about my newest book, Mob Mistress. I decided to go ahead and share the real deal today instead of just teasing. So for all you lovers of belt spankings (like me), this is for you!

“Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes.”

He followed her and watched her undress. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled off her blouse. There was nothing sexy about stripping for him this time, though her body did not get the message, her skin heating under his gaze.

“All of them?” she croaked.

He nodded.

She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor, then stepped out of her panties.

He unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops.

She took a step backward. She had never been whipped in her life, and fear turned her hands icy.

He grabbed both the pillows from the bed and stacked them on top of one another at the side. “Lay over these.”

Her heart hammered in her chest, panic welling. Her feet did not move. He frowned at her, but then his expression softened, as if he registered her fear.

“It’s okay, Lex. It’s just a spanking.”

His reassurance eased her anxiety and she stumbled forward, climbing over the pillows to lie down as he instructed. Her face flamed as she settled into the humiliating position, her bare ass high in the air, perfectly situated for his punishment.

He wound the buckle end of his belt around his fist, and she tried to contain her anxiety by biting the bedspread. She heard the sound a split second before she felt the first lick of leather across her ass, the line of fire surprising her with its sting, but not nearly as terrible as she had feared. She jumped as he laid down the next stripe and the following. Again and again he brought the belt down, burning her bare flesh with each stroke. She wriggled and rolled under the continuous onslaught and found herself counting strokes as a way of managing the intensity. After the first twenty, it got easier, the shock wearing away as her entire bottom now flamed. After twenty-five, though, panic returned.

“Please! I’m sorry!” she gasped.

Bobby did not answer, just continued snapping the leather across her tender cheeks.

“Bobby! Please! Please?” She reached her hand back and tried to cover her vulnerable backside, but he caught her wrist and bent it behind her back, restraining her.

“The spanking is over when I decide, Lexi.”

Something about his words and the way he pinned her down and continued spanking flipped a switch in her, desire flaring alongside the pain. She wanted him to go on, wanted more of his cruel leather, the bite of his belt morphing into something almost pleasurable. Almost, but not quite.

She struggled against his hold, her hips undulating more wantonly now. “Please,” she begged, though she hardly knew what she wanted. “Please.”

He continued whipping her and she began to cry, the eruption of tears an unexpected release. He slowed his pace. “Do you call me at home, Lex?”

“Never,” she sobbed.

“Do you talk about me with other people? Give out my number?”

“No, sir!” She didn’t know where the sir had come from — she had never lived in the south or with military types, but it rolled out with the respect he had just earned.

“Good girl,” he said, releasing the wrist he’d pinned and stroking his hand down the length of her back to rest on her twitching buttocks.

She moaned at his touch, lost in the sensations of pain and need. She found him beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled in tightly, breathing the scent of him, dampening his expensive shirt with her tears. She felt his lips on her hair, and he continued to run his hands up and down her back and over her heated bottom.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

“It’s forgiven,” he murmured.

Nestled against him with the soothing motion of his hands over her bare skin, she drifted to sleep. She didn’t know how long she slept — probably only a few minutes, because she woke in the same position, Bobby still cradling her.

“I’m really sorry, Bobby,” she repeated.

“Enough,” he said, grasping her jaw and pulling her face to meet his. For a moment she thought the aggression was anger, but then she caught the dark in his eyes and realized it stemmed from passion.

So what do you think? Pretty hot, huh. Read the blurb and then click on one of the buy links. You will not be disappointed.

Mob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains spanking, anal sex and hot scenes that may keep you up late reading.

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

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