Saturday, 11 October 2014

The Venetian Affair Book 2 Released!

Here it is, Book 2 of my BDSM spanking romance, The Venetian Affair set in the Venice Carnival.  If you like your Italian Count to be strong, handsome, dominant and ready to spank the woman he has kidnapped and loves when she puts her life in danger, then this one is for you!  It is now available on Amazon for $0.99 and on Kindle Unlimited.  Check out the blurb and a sexy teaser below the news on The Chateau Book 5 and other publishing projects.

I will be doing a separate post later about my exciting new ventures  through my own self publishing company, Arabella Kingsley Publications.  There will be lots more books released in all different genres.

Lots of people have been asking me about the next Chateau book.  I have been unwell for a while and I have been running behind on this series and others as a result.  I have also decided in a change of plan.  Book 5 of The Chateau series will now be called Possession and will not be the last, Graduation will follow.  Everybody has enjoyed reading the series and I have loved writing it so I want to continue working on it for the moment.  Possession will be released by the end of next week on Friday.

The Venetian Affair Book 2  Blurb

Cecilia attends the Venice Carnival with her friend. Hoping to have fun she instead finds herself held to ransom by a mysterious masked aristocratic man he has wronged.

Taken to Count Lazzaro’s Palazzo and made to stay until her stalking ex husband confirms the whereabouts of her captor’s sister he sold in to sexual slavery, Cecilia fears her Matteo will carry out his threat and sell her to the highest bidder for revenge. But what she doesn’t expect is her strong growing attraction to the man who holds her captive and spanks her bare bottom soundly over his knee with a firm hand when she disobeys him. She discovers the Count feels the same way and both yearn for a way to make their relationship work in such difficult circumstances

But the Count finds Cecilia is visiting Venice for more than a holiday and to avoid her abusive ex husband. She is to meet an informant who has information regarding a mafia murderer she tried to bring to justice whilst working as a criminal lawyer ten years ago. With a dangerous man determined to end her life before she can send him to prison, Matteo is determined to protect Cecilia at all costs even if it interferes with his ransom demands and she spends more time over his knee or his maid's for a spanking to correct her reckless behaviour. 


The Venetian Affair Book 2 Teaser

Matteo continued his intimate secret caress, flexing his thumb over Cecilia’s nipple, simply because he could.  A small gasp escaped her cherry lips prompting a grin of triumph from t’s sensuously curved lips.  The door of the hotel was opened again.  Another masked man appeared carrying a woman over his shoulder.  She was kicking like a wild cat at his body with her feet and her hands were tied behind her back.  Clearly Cecila’s friend, Patricia had been causing too much noise and fuss because his cousin Lorenzo, had gagged the woman with his bow tie.

Patricia also wore an eye mask like her captor and she too was wearing a long coat.  Matteo had no doubts she was as naked as babe beneath it like Cecilia.  By the look in Lorenzo’s black eyes he was quite enjoying the kidnap scenario as he carried the struggling woman to the gondola.  Perhaps he had made love to her just as Matteo had to Cecilia.  The Count pulled sharply on his own captive’s nipple making her gasp loudly.  He pulled it taut and tight, holding it out in a painful stretched out position.

“You should know by now I do not tolerate disobedience.  Try me as your friend is doing to Lorenzo and I will remove the coat and make you ride naked in the gondola for all to appreciate your body.  Do I make myself perfectly clear?” he challenged quite relishing the thought of seeing her naked again, watching her squirm and blush with shame, her nipples tight and erect with the cold atmosphere.

“Yes,” she said slowly, eyeing him warily.


Cecilia gave another small cry of surprise when Matteo let go of her nipple and dipped his body to sweep an arm under her legs and lift her up.  He stepped close to the edge and handed her to the gondolier.  With lightening speed she was deposited in to the long boat on the lover’s seat.  Matteo got in beside her, nodding at Lorenzo.  His friend lowered Patricia to the ground as the Count’s gondola drifted away to allow the second one to approach.

The moment Patricia’s feet touched the ground she kicked Lorenzo hard.  Suddenly incensed, he roughly pushed his fingers down the front of her coat and pulled her close to him.  He did not speak or show his anger verbally but he seemed determined to teach the wench a lesson.

Matteo watched him raise the red coat to bare her unclothed bottom to the elements and to them all.  Her pale white flesh appeared soft and vulnerable in the misty night with the moonlight doing its best to penetrate the veil.  It was small and tight not as luscious and generous as Cecilia’s but still worthy of admiration nonetheless.  There was already a gentle blush adorning its seat and Matteo could just make out an impression of Lorenzo’s palm print across her reddening skin where he had obviously spanked her over his knee in her room on capture.

Lorenzo had always been skillful in chastising a woman for bad behavior with a good firm bare bottom spanking like himself.  It made Matteo give a small laugh.  Usually the woman was immediately subdued and ready to be submissive, even amenable to being mounted but tonight he seemed to be having trouble.  Perhaps Patricia was the challenge in a woman his cousin had been longing for all of this time.

Lorenzo tightened his grip on Patricia’s back, holding the back of the uplifted coat underneath his hand.  He raised his palm and slapped her bottom hard, three times.  The noise of spanked bare female buttock flesh bounced and echoed tantalizingly around the aging walls of the hotel and apartments on either side of the winding canal.  Her bottom jumped and quivered with each perfectly aimed quick successive strike he delivered.  Patricia’s body bucked against his cousin pressing her directly upon his shaft giving a misleading impression he was ramming hard inside her.

 Patricia sobbed against her gag.  But he was not to stop there.  Suddenly Lorenzo moved her a little way from him to expose the delights of neatly shaven dark curled pussy, framed by the top of her lifted coat and black knee high boots.  Matteo’s boat was still close enough for him to see small droplets of moisture on the curls.  It seemed Lorenzo’s previous discipline and his present action was arousing his reluctant captive.

Still holding Patricia firmly, Lorenzo tightened his jaw and handsome dark features with stern determination.  He cupped her pussy with his large but well manicured hand and spanked it four times.  After which, he alternated slapping her buttocks and then her pussy spinning and turning her.  It was an enchanting spectacle of discipline and shaming.  The gondoliers looked on with approval and chuckled.

When he’d finished Patricia’s punishment Lorenzo viewed her tear stained eyes and red bottom with approval.  Then he scooped her up in to his arms and  almost threw her to the gondolier who caught her with ease and put her on to the seat in the boat.  Lorenzo stepped in and sat down beside her.  Clearly satisfied Patricia had learned her lesson he untied her hands and the gag just as the gondola moved away from the small jetty protruding from the hotel.  It was a mistake.  Lorenzo’s arrogance caused him to underestimate the strength of anger and determination in the small fragile woman.

The moment her hands were free, Patricia turned and raised her hand to slap the side of Lorenzo’s face hard.  Matteo’s eyes widened in surprise and for a moment he feared his cousin might respond badly.  No woman had ever dared to commit such an act against Lorenzo.

The Count’s cousin stared at Patricia, the black in his eyes swirling like thunder clouds making her cease her struggles at once.  Her eyelashes fluttered with fear at the way he sat looking without reacting.  As though in defence she raised her hand again and this time he caught it easily before it made contact with his face.

Matteo heard Patricia cry out as Lorenzo forced her to face frontwards as he pinned her hand and arms against the curved wooden top of the black velvet seat trimmed with ornate gilt.  He held them above her with strength, giving her no choice but to slide down the seat until her bottom hung over it in the air.  Then he brought his lips crashing down on hers, forcing his tongue in to her mouth to silence her cursing tongue, his passion roused.

As the boat drifted closer, Matteo found himself admiring the way Lorenzo unbuttoned Patricia’s overcoat with one hand at speed.  His other hand maintained his tight grip on her hands above her head while his lips were still firmly pressed to hers.  At first she moved restlessly against him, determined to be defiant but as his kiss persisted she began to accept his dominance and welcomed his reign of power.  She moaned against his lips when he opened her coat and bared her body.

Lorenzo’s hand went first to her pussy to give it two small slaps in retaliation for her striking at his face.  He followed the punishment with a gentle but firm swipe of his hand across her breasts.  Smaller than Cecilia’s, Patricia’s breasts were still perfectly formed and tight.  They wobbled and shook from side to side with each carefully aimed chastising strike making Matteo take a breath.

Unable to prevent his need to touch Cecilia intimately, he circled her small waist with his hand and brought her closer to him.  At first she pushed her hand against his chest annoyed but the unexpected brush of his lips made her soften a little.

“I want to touch you.  Open your legs,” he demanded tucking his fingers under her chin to raise her face to him.  When she did nothing and remained defiant he shook his head slowly. 

“Remember what I told you back in the room.  I am in charge of your life and your body.  If I want to caress you and bring you pleasure, then I will,” he told her arrogantly.  “Now part those luscious damp thighs of yours or do you want me to make you?"


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