OK here is the link for Book Two of my futuristic naughty sexy BDSM series available now for $0.99, The Manor. I am posting links to both Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk as previously requested. Remember Book One is free until the end of the day. Check out the blurb and excerpt below.
The Manor, Hertfordshire, England, 2041.
At The Manor rich men can bid for a wife, a woman for their harem or submit a female for discipline and training. In a new world where women are scarce and breeding is essential to replenish the race, females are captured and auctioned by the handsome owner Richard Templar. But he yearns for the love of one woman in a callous cold and bruised world.
After making a decision to accept his friend Julian's offer to breed his wife so they can consummate their marriage with a child, Richard sets about diligently applying himself to the task. Keiko is in need of some strong domestic discipline before she can be impregnated and Richard is only keen to bestow it. After a spanking from her husband, Richard treats her to his own brand of punishment with a whipping to her bare bottom before breeding her in front of her husband.
The next morning he sets out on the hunt to capture a new set of females for auction and impregnation. To his delight he captures a woman who intrigues his every sense. But can he train her to submit willingly to his need to be dominate and be the perfect mate?
The Manor Book Two Excerpt
“Undress your wife,” Richard firmly instructed Julian.
The man nodded and led Keiko over to the large bed in the middle of the room. It was covered in red satin and silks. There was no sheet to cover the persons who occupied it and with the leather restraints and straps on all ends of the wide bed, it appeared to have been designed for specific purpose. The round bed was also obviously catered for viewing pleasure. There were many comfortable and luxurious chairs placed around it in a circle. It was both a breeding and auction room. The chairs were for the prospective buyers and conception witnesses. Because of the strict rules on breeding and the heavy penalty, many men made sure their duty in repopulating the world was witnessed.
Richard poured himself a brandy and then one for Julian and Keiko. But both declined. Keiko appeared nervous and she had every right to be. If she was to be bred by then Richard would ensure she was be fucked hard day and night until she conceived.
Richard Templar was a man who demanded total submission to his need to dominate and if Keiko was disobedient then she would feel the firm flat of his hand against her bare bottom in punishment.
He looked at her small slender form molded to perfection in her scarlett evening gown. Her bottom was plump and pert and he longed to see it quiver and jump under the slap of his hand. The Master of the Manor was going to make sure both he and Keiko enjoyed the experience. He took a gulp of the brandy and watched as Julian began undressing his wife.
Lightly kissing at her lips when she gave a small nervous whimper, Julian began to slip the straps of her red gown down her shoulders. Suddenly she pressed her hands in to his chest.
“No, Julian, I can’t. It would be like betraying you. I just can’t. Stop, please.”
She reached for him and clung like a frightened child to his chest. Richard was touched by vulnerability. For a moment Julian put his arms around her and pulled her close, brushing his fingers along her neck to soothe her fear.
“You know I want this. I don’t consider it a betrayal. Think of it as your submission to my rule. I want you carrying our child as soon as possible,” he whispered softly, trailing the tips of his fingers along her shoulder.
Richard’s friend’s voice was smooth, calm, seductive even but there was no mistaking the note of stern command. He expected to be obeyed without question.
“This is the only way we can achieve this. I want to give you the world. Let your fears go. Give me a visual treat. I want to see you enjoying Richard’s touch and his mastery over your body. When the time comes for him to release his seed, I want to hear you screaming with pleasure. It won’t be just your own you are feeling but mine as well.”
Keiko’s eyes were glassy with tears.
“But it is betrayal to me . . .”
“Enough, woman. You will obey me as your husband.”
She gave a shocked gasp when her husband startled her by gathering up the material of her full length gown behind her and ripped the material. The noise was intoxicating. Richard’s cock pulled tight as Keiko cried out and bucked helplessly, erotically against Julian as though he was fucking her hard and deep. He continued to tear the silky dress up her back until it hung in tatters.
Without mercy, Julian pulled the torn material apart to the sides and bared the backs of her legs, bottom and back. She wore no underwear or bra and she was as naked as the day she was born underneath. In response she pushed herself against her husband’s body to hold on to the front of the gown to cover her breasts and vagina. Desperately she sought her husband’s protection in her nakedness in front of Richard Templar. But Julian was to leave her in no doubt of his command over her as his wife.
He rested his palm against one juicy round buttock and squeezed it sharply. Again, Keiko cried out with surprise.
“Now, my darling. I have spoken of my wishes and I expect them to be obeyed. If you do not give yourself to Richard in my presence and allow him to impregnate you I cannot stop you. However, I can spank you soundly and confine you to your room and bed naked and bound until she see the error of your ways,” he told her firmly.
Richard understood Keiko’s fears and her wish to remain true to Julian. But he also had sympathy with the need for his friend to wield a firm hand to placate and school her to obey his demands.
‘Julian, please . . .”
“I will not hear anymore of your protests.”
Julian suddenly moved his hands to the back of her thighs and pulled forcing his wife to open her legs and bare the ripe fruit of her pussy. Richard noticed that she did not dare to attempt to close them and disobey her husband again. His hand returned to her buttock to hold it tight once again.
“You need to be schooled, woman. I will not be disobeyed,” he snapped raising the hand squeezing her buttock to spank it strongly.
With a knowing smile, Richard watched Keiko’s bare bottom flesh delightfully jump and wobble with the slap. The noise reverberated around the room as a second and third slap followed the first, this time to the whole of her bottom. To Richard’s satisfaction it began to colour red quickly. It would provide an enticing view when he mounted her from behind and sunk his cock deep inside her channel.
Keiko began to give a wail and sob as Julian continued to soundly spank her bare bottom, holding her body tight against his chest, ignoring the banging of her fists against his shoulders. Richard was pleased at the expertise with which Julian brought his errant wife to task, cupping his palm to strike at the curve just where the buttock sloped in to her thigh. The buttock lifted high and the redness deepened.
Keiko sobbed like a baby but by the time her husband directed his slaps to the backs of her thighs she was beginning to grow limp and pliant. Richard began to wonder if she was wet. He took another gulp of his brandy and tipped his head to one side looking for the tell tale signs of a woman’s arousal.
As the backs of her thighs darkened to match her spanked bare bottom, Richard fancied he could see slick wetness coating the insides of her thighs. Julian grinned at him over Keiko’s shoulder as he continued spanking his beautiful wife. Now Richard knew why Julian had splayed her legs before beginning Keiko’s punishment. It hadn’t just been to give him a tantalizing view of his wife’s sex but to display her dampness when it would undoubtedly erupt from being punished.
Richard smiled with approval as the wetness grew heavy and Keiko’s cries and sobs turned to small whimpers that became undistinguishable as to whether they were the cause of pleasure or pain.
Eventually Julian ended his wife’s schooling. He trailed his fingers down her spine to soothe her and then circled the tips across one burning buttock.
“Good girl, you are a lot calmer now. Are you now ready to obey me as you vowed to?” he asked sternly.
She nodded her head against his chest.
“Yes, Sir,” she told him meekly.
Triumphant he had masterfully tamed his wife’s anxiety and reluctance to obey his command, he kissed her cheek affectionately and then reached to pull her long black hair from it’s pinned prison in a rough manner. Keiko moaned.
“I think my little girl, you are wet and needy now,” he said with a gentle chuckle.