I now have two publishing offers for my work but I am still waiting to see what else comes up for now. In the meantime please bear with me. I am continuing to concentrate on my BDSM/Spanking/BillionaireDaddyDom Romances, STEPSON, STOLEN, DADDY'S RULES: THE ESCAPE, SAFE IN THEIR ARMS and a vampire story for Halloween I haven't yet named.
There will be a new episode of STOLEN soon but for now enjoy an extract from Daddy's Rules: The Escape.
Daddy's Rules: The Escape Extract
It was over. I couldn’t take anymore. If I hadn’t acted I would have murdered him or at least maimed the man. I was hurt and angry and it was too much to take. He flaunted her in my face and I had no choice but to act. Now I was on the Eurostar ready to cross the channel to France and Paris to start a new life alone. No one knew or probably cared. I was about to disappear never to be seen again. Only my teenage son knew where I was going and he was safe with his friends on holiday. Hopefully he would join me for a while later. I was experiencing a death and I only prayed that when I emerged on the other side of the tunnel in to the light I would be reborn again.
To my relief the train was quiet when I walked through first class. My seat was next to the window. Thankfully it wasn’t one of four but of two, the other positioned across the table from me. Another saving grace was that I was facing the right way for travelling. If I sat in the opposite direction I was bound to feel queasy. I wondered if anyone would sit opposite me.
I took off my coat and folded it up placing it above my head on the rack and sat back down with my book. The novel was another one of those erotic books I had recently been reading when lonely. Still forced to share a house with my ex until a financial settlement could be reached they were the only things keeping me sane. I flicked through it and gave a sigh put off by all the small typed words. So far the story had been good but it was frustrating reading about another woman being dominated by a handsome rich man and taken on a journey of sexual experience. I wanted to live it not just read it anymore. Clearly I wasn’t in the mood for reading. I wanted everything to start, to change and for me to be happy. For that to happen I needed the damn train to move.
Sitting back in the seat I turned to look out on to the platform watching other people being guided to the right coach feeling impatient until I saw him. His tall form walked along the platform dressed in a light grey suit made visible by the way the wind blew open his long black overcoat. He was carrying a small overnight bag and a laptop carrier. In his other hand he had a newspaper and he lifted it to glance at the Rolex on his wrist. I have to confess my breath was taken away at the sight of him.
His hair was short, dark brown with small flecks of blonde, his eyes a melting chocolate brown, his skin lightly tanned and complimented by a neatly groomed line of facial hair around his mouth and jawline. At least ten years younger than me he was gorgeous. There was no other suitable word to describe him. I wonder if he could feel my scrutiny because his eyes suddenly drifted towards me and captured my gaze outside the window. For a moment my breath stuck in my throat and I felt warmth in my cheeks like a schoolgirl. I was just about to turn away when he flashed me a knowing even white smile. Embarrassed I lowered my eyes and turned my attention back to my book. Imagine my surprise when I glanced up to see him standing next to me removing his coat to prepare to sit in the seat opposite me.
“Hello,” he said with an American accent sitting down.
“Hello,” I replied softly feeling shy and unable to make eye contact with the handsome stranger.
I hadn’t expected him to speak to me for a moment or even look in my direction. Every woman’s eyes in the train coach were turning to give him admiring glances. He appeared aware of it but he ignored them settling his eyes on me. Of course I was flattered but believed he was just being polite because he had to sit across from me for the next few hours. But my involuntary eyelash flutter gave my attraction to him away and I noticed a small triumphant smile curl his lips with satisfaction. Damn men. They thought they could get any woman hooked around their finger.
Frustrated with men I picked up my book again believing the man would want some peace and privacy to read his newspaper but privacy appeared to be the last thing on his mind.
“Have you travelled on the Eurostar before?” he enquired.
I looked up from my book, my blue eyes locking with his seductive chocolate brown ones. Inwardly I gasped as they drew me in and held me prisoner. He was assessing me. There was no mistake and he was making damn sure I was aware of it. The man was confident and direct. Power swirled around him and it was a potent aphrodisiac. It stole inside me, captivating every sense until I bowed to his will, conversed with him and closed my book in submission.
“No. I’ve been on it a couple of times before. Is this your first time?”
His eyes danced across my hands and rested on my bare wedding finger. The train manager announced our impending departure.
“Yes. My private jet is indisposed shall we say so I decided to take the train.”
“Oh.” He was obviously bloody rich.
“Are you going to Paris on business or for pleasure?”
His soft tones settled across my skin making the tension in my body dispel. The train began to move.
“No. More like an escape.”
I shut down not wanting to say more but the man was persistent.
“Sounds interesting. What would a pretty lady like you want to escape from?”
“The end of my marriage. I am going to start a new life.”
It was out before I had time to refine my answer and keep it vague. I’d missed the fact he’d called me a pretty lady.
So what? He’s a stranger you won’t ever see again. He won’t care.
“Oh. Do you have somewhere to stay to begin this new life?’
His tone was fatherly with his concern.
“I have a hotel booked. I am an author so it doesn’t affect my work. I will figure out the rest when I am there.”
“An author? Author of what?”
“Nothing you would read, some romances. I’m working on increasing my popularity. Sometimes I think I should give it up and try something else. I just might do that. What do you do?” I returned the enquiry intrigued by his private jet comment.
“I am the CEO of Carter Pharmaceuticals.”
“You are Brandon Carter?”
“Actually Doctor Brandon Carter,” he smiled.
“Wow. You are a billionaire,” I gushed like an awestruck sixteen year old.
The train picked up speed and a stewardess served everyone in the coach champagne.
“I left a failed marriage a few years ago. Why did yours end?” he asked suddenly taking a sip of champagne.
I gave him an indignant look.
“That’s a bit of a personal question.”
“You look like you need to talk to someone. You look distressed. Think of me as your knight in shining armour ready to listen to all your troubles,” he grinned undeterred. “Trust me.”
My eyes narrowed.
“I would never trust a man again after my soon to be ex husband. Right now he is with another woman. He couldn’t even wait until we were finally divorced and we didn’t have to still live together. I wished I hadn’t played the loyalty game. For me the marriage ended years ago but I stayed for the sake of my child for his well being and education and if I am being honest for Josh. I hadn’t thought he could stand it if I left at the time. It may have broken him. So guilt left me trapped in marriage with an abusive control freak who blamed any personal or money worries on to me. I know it takes two and I won’t have been easy to live with. I have a temper but to Josh I have been solely to blame for everything,” I sounded breathless with my frustration. “I finally picked up the courage to initiate divorce proceedings when I realised he was having an affair,“ I blurted out. “So no I find it to difficult to trust men.”
I paused taking a breath wondering why I was telling a complete stranger my whole life.
“I could get you to trust me given the chance,” Brandon said softly, confidently. “Not all of us are the monsters we are often taken for. Tell me more.”
“No I shouldn’t I have already said too much.”
“Please. Get your anger out on me. Talking to a stranger often helps.”
“Josh had finally accepted the marriage was over and I would leave him when our son’s exams in High School were finished. It was agreed he could go outside and indulge his needs shall we say,” I told Brandon lowering my eyes. “As long as he didn’t tell me anything and it didn’t interfere with our son’s life. But he decided to have a full blown affair and taunt me with it. He hurt my son leaving the house when he chose coming back and forth and ignoring him. Josh put himself first.”
I lowered my head feeling defeated that I hadn’t been able to protect my son.
“He talks to me as though I should be happy for him. He did all of this when my son needed to be concentrating. I hope he passed his exams. I live at home alone, without anyone, ill, unable to drive. I stayed when I should have left.” The anger inside me threatened to boil over. “Because of misplaced loyalty and guilt I stayed and he let me down. I don’t love the man anymore so it isn’t because I want him back. I just want him to pay for what he has done. He’s made a fool of me. I am so angry I can’t bear to be near him. Last time I saw him I threw a bottle of water all over him because he denied me money I needed for my son and myself. At least it worked.”
Brandon raised his eyebrows with amusement.
“Then you should be happy he is leaving your life. It doesn’t matter how. He is gone. It is time to look after you. What do you mean ill?” he asked with genuine concern.
“I have dizzy spells and fits. It is some sort of neurological condition. Nothing to worry about. It just stops me from driving and doing some stuff.”
“Ok. Why don’t you relax and eat your meal and we can talk some more later?
I hadn’t even seen the lady put the meal down in front of me.
“I don’t want to eat. I just don’t feel like it, haven’t for weeks now. Eating makes me feel sick. Guess I am just too stressed out.”
Brandon Carter picked up my fork and scooped a piece of chicken and sauce on it. He held it up to me.
“Eat,” he commanded. “As a doctor I insist or I will feed you like a baby if I have to,” he warned. “You look pale and tired. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were anemic. You need food.”
A tad annoyed with his forthrightness I snatched the fork off him and inserted the food in to my mouth. He sat back in his seat pleased before tackling his own meal. He continued to encourage me to eat chatting about all sorts of subjects, my work and his own. I began to feel as if I had known him for a lifetime. He poured me a glass of water as the train sped along the track to enter the Channel Tunnel.
“I have a proposal for you, Scarlett one that will change your life and allow you to begin again if you choose to accept it. It will take great courage to leave your anger behind but I can help you heal and feel safe once more. I hope you will let me help you.”
The train entered the tunnel and Brandon Carter offered to change my life forever.
Brandon’s fingers caressed my cheek as we stepped out of the Gare Du Nord station in Paris in to the evening sunlight.
“I can make the choice for you, if you wish,” he suggested in a soothing voice. “Just give me the word. Maybe I should just kidnap you and hide you away like a beautiful captured Queen. Keep you all to myself. Would you like that Scarlett?”
My heart pounded inside my chest. Adrenaline whooshed through me. I needed to take a chance on finding both happiness and myself again. Playing it safe had always been my way. It was time to try a different way.
“Yes, yes I would. Please don’t let me leave you and walk away from this. Make me submit to you.”
Brandon smiled and I noticed relief in his eyes. He said no more but suddenly grabbed my arm and marched me down a small alley towards a black Mercedes waiting at the bottom. He spun me around and pressed me forwards against the side of the car. Brandon pushed his hard athletic muscled frame against my back and bottom making me feel acutely intimidated by him in a strange pleasurable way. A rebellious part of me hoped the sensation would continue. His hands slipped underneath my coat and held my hips. The connection between us sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine and a jolt of electricity to my sex producing a soft whimper of surprise at its strength from my lips.
“Don’t move,” he ordered pressing against me again until I could feel his hardness thrust against my buttocks.
I heard him pulling at his tie and then he was holding my wrists tightly winding the silk tie around them to secure them at my back. Now I was truly in his power. I hoped I was doing the right thing.
“I am looking forward to taking you in hand, Scarlett and having you over my knee for that much need bare bottom spanking to tame that temper of yours, naughty little girl,” there was a trace of humour in his voice but it was accompanied by a line of dark determination telling me he meant every word.
He wanted to spank me like a child. I’d heard of discipline being used by one partner in a relationship more than often the male and I was intrigued yet a little fearful. Spanking by a man had to hurt but that would be nothing to the feeling of shame and embarrassment at having your panties pulled down by him and spanked over his knee. Still now was not the time to back away. I was in this for better or for worse.
I expected to be pushed in to the car keeping to the kidnap scenario but the billionaire was to surprise me. His strong hands slid over my hips and downwards over my dress on to my legs, skimming the pink coral skirt of my fitted dress. His featherlike touch made me damp. Then Brandon bent, his hands lingering.
“You are one, sexy baby girl,” he drawled in his American accent. He said it with such longing in his tone my eyebrows rose with shock.
“Let me see what you have been hiding underneath this pretty dress.”
Before I could object Brandon was raising my dress along with my overcoat. The silk lining caressed the bare flesh above the tops of my nude lace topped hold ups. I couldn’t speak he was going to expose me in public. I couldn’t see anyone around in the small secluded street and I was beginning to understand why he had asked his driver to meet us there. But there was still the fear that someone could appear at any moment. My eyes searched for CCTV and thankfully I couldn’t see any cameras. This was the wildest thing I had ever allowed a man to do to me. It was like living in one of those books but this was real.
I was completely in Brandon Carter’s power and he could bare me wherever and whenever he chose. I was his property. It was terrifying and thrilling all at the same time. Yet the urge to test his power and strain against my bonds became urgent. As my dress was lifted to bare the tops of my thighs I shuffled and tried to move my feet. Mr Carter’s response was swift.
My dress rose to my waist in one fluid motion leaving the cool Parisian spring air brushing my bottom confined in the black lace panties. He placed his hand in the small of my back and pushed me firmly down against the black Mercedes tutting loudly with amusement at my struggles and held me there. He bunched my coat and dress around my waist and tucked his fingers down the back of my panties yanking them down my legs with ferocious speed until they reached my ankles until I could no longer move my feet so much.
Standing he raised his large male palm and slapped my right buttock. I whimpered feeling my cheek sting and wobble in response. Again I looked around hoping no one would come mortified my bare bottom was on display. But my kidnapper was to distract me with three more strikes to my bottom before curving his hand to slap the tender backs of my thighs like a naughty child. My first spanking was a short calculated disciplining session to make me firmly realise who was in control.
“First rule, little girl. If you disobey me when I give you a command or act like a brat refusing to do as you are told then I will spank you hard. Do I make myself clear?”
When I hesitated shocked by his words he gave me another slap on my bottom that was much harder than the last. My bottom quivered. It stung so much hot tears sprung from my eyes. It made me angry and I had to fight to keep my temper in check. I said I would try and I had to go through with it. Maybe a spanking would do me some good. I trembled.
“Yes, yes,” I answered him in a small fragile voice praying he wouldn’t spank me again.
“Yes, Sir. You will refer to me as Sir from now on.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said promptly in respectful tone.
I listened to my childlike voice. He made me feel vulnerable just like a child again. The urge to show him respect and bow to his demands came unexpectedly swiftly. I needed to obey him and be surrounded by the majestic power he oozed. There was something safe and exciting about being dominated and ruled by him.
“Good girl,” his voice softened. He trailed his fingers around the surface of one cheek to calm my burning flesh. “Shh , darling. You took your first punishment well. He leaned forwards curving over my small body lost underneath him continuing his stroke of my bottom. His breath blew seductively across my ear. “Dry your tears and step out of your panties. There’s a good girl.”
“But it is the middle of the street . . .” I protested.
Brandon chuckled in my ear making my lobe tingle with excitement at his closeness.
“I captured you, Scarlett and now I own you. If I want you to take off your panties so I can mount you in public you will do it or I will spank you and afterwards cage you until you learn your lesson.”
“You would put me in a cage?”
“Just for a while, baby until you realised just who is in charge of you.”
It was dark, but I could see myself naked, collared and caged at his feet looking up at him with need. I moaned and felt my pussy flood forgetting where I was. Another small laugh of triumph echoed from Brandon’s lips against my ear.
“It is going to be fun taming you, Scarlett.”
He bent as I stepped out of the panties and helped me. Scooping them up he stood.
His fingers moved from my bottom to slide between my thighs and seek out my wetness. Brandon sank his fingers in to my juice stroking up and down the length of my pussy lips. They swelled against him.
“We haven’t got much time before we get discovered but I have to have you. The moment I saw you I have wanted to be inside you,” he told me. “But I will have to make sure you are quiet and don’t give us away, darling.”
As his middle finger found my entrance and gently thrust up inside my channel, he bunched my panties up in to a ball and pressed them against my lips.
“Open your mouth, Scarlett.”
He was gagging me with my own panties and I was letting him. I opened my mouth and obeyed feeling the lace invade my mouth to silence me. He inserted another finger and moved them back and forth at a frantic pace stroking at my G-spot. I pushed down on to his fingers feeling my orgasm build hot and quick. Just when I thought I might come his fingers left me. Then I heard him undo his zip. The tip of his cock poked at the small entrance of my vagina threatening to send me over the edge. The billionaire eased his penis in to my channel stretching himself upwards to bury deep. His thrusts were slow at first moving me gently against the car.
Suddenly I felt the brush of his hand around my throat. It wasn’t a fierce grip. The hold was possessive, erotic, protective. He tightened it carefully and a vivid calmness engulfed me. I moved in unison with him accepting each strong thrust with a soft meek willing submissive body.
“Hush, little one. You are safe. I promise I will always protect you. You will always come first in my world,” he reassured. “No more struggling against what you are. Accept you are naturally submissive. There is nothing to be ashamed of. It is who you are. Give me your complete trust.”
He caressed my hair with his lips picking up the speed of his thrusts, our lovemaking sheltered underneath his long overcoat. My inhibitions were forgotten, my pleasure acute. A series of tiny explosions erupted and blazed in my vagina with every stroke of his cock against the soft slippery walls of my channel and my g-spot. His cock tensed.
“I need you to come now,” it was a stark command. A second later I let go and came strongly panting and whimpering my release against my makeshift gag. Brandon’s strong thrusts were determined and stabbed inside me. I felt the torrent of his seed spurt forth as he growled with satisfaction in my ear and spent we slumped over the car together.
The Mercedes travelled through the Parisian streets towards the hotel. The penthouse suite in the exclusive, Hotel De Ville on the Rue Di Rivoli was permanently rented by him for his regular business trips to Paris. I had been glad of the black tinted windows and the tinted glass separating us from the view of the driver in the state of undress Brandon had kept me in after mounting me over the car. I was still gagged and my hands tied behind my back.
Brandon made one quick call in Fluent French and then a second which lasted a while. My dress around my waist displaying my uncovered sex for his pleasure allowed him to stroke his fingers over the delicate pale flesh lining my thighs as he talked business.
My pussy lips moistened in anticipation of his touch but not once did he satisfy it content to build my arousal once more with his teasing caress and simply play with his property. He moved his digits higher towards my sex each time but never high enough. I nibbled at my bottom lip. It was a bad habit when I was anxious or apparently when I was aroused to the point of losing control. I panted trying to manage my breathing. When would he stop taunting me? Brandon gave me a small glance whilst engaged in his conversation but other than that his eyes paid me no further attention, only his fingers.
The Mercedes pulled up outside the Hotel De Ville and I had a new worry to contend with. Was Mr Carter going to make me walk in to the hotel in this state? Surely not? But after what had just happened in the street it was a legitimate worry to have.
Brandon finally ended his call and returned his mobile to the inside of his suit jacket pocket. My breath quivered in my throat as he leaned over me.
“Now, Scarlett, I hope you are going to be a good girl and behave when I untie you and take your gag out?”
I motioned my answer with my head prompting him to pull out the gag and smooth my dress and coat back down my legs. He untied my hands and replaced his tie with quick deft fingers back around his collar. Settling a light kiss on my cheek sending tiny shivers down my spine once more he spoke to me again.
“I want you to be silent when we walk in to the hotel. Remember you are a kidnapped woman and I will discipline you for any indiscretion.”
We took a private lift up to the suite and I was relieved because when we entered the small moving confined box Brandon swept his hands over my black overcoat and removed it. He stood behind me and made me breathless when he purposefully pulled the zip down at the back of my dress. His cool hand rested on my smooth back just below my black lace bra as the lift continued to climb to its destination.
“From now on I want you naked or in underwear or clothes of my choosing,” he informed me in a brisk clipped voice leaving no room for dissension.
It was the first time I called him Sir.
His lips touched my skin in the small of my back while his hands stretched up to push the short sleeved pink dress from my shoulders, curving it over my breasts until it pooled at my ankles on the floor. I heard Brandon take a breath when he walked around to the front and his eyes settle on my cleavage trying its best to bulge and escape my bra. I lowered my head and embarrassed. I must have been a disappointment to look at. I wasn’t one of those tall thin model types with a boy’s figure and little to no boobs that all clothes hung perfectly on that the media was so fond of telling me I should be. I was small, only five foot three and curved albeit it slimly. Instinct made me cover my sex and my breasts with my free hand as much as I could. Brandon’s eyes narrowed at me annoyed at my action. He tucked his fingers underneath my chin and lifted it high.
“You are a gorgeous woman, Scarlett with a delectable body. Never ever be ashamed of it. I won’t tolerate it,” there was anger in his tone. “Move your hands away.”
When I didn’t he reached behind me and slapped my bare butt hard. Yelping I took my hands away. “I don’t understand you. I have been waiting for a woman like you for a long time to come in to my life. I am sick of these fake plastic model women. You are everything a man truly desires and I am going to show you how to appreciate yourself if it is the last thing I do. Let me get those succulent breasts free and unhampered by that bra,” he commanded walking back around me to undo the catch on my bra and pull it away.
The billionaire picked up the dress and slung it over his arm with my coat and bra. I stood before him naked apart from my pink high heels and hold ups.
“We are nearly there. I think it is time I appropriately ended this kidnap scenario,” he told me with a grin bending to put his arm around my legs to curve me up and over his shoulder with practiced ease. I gasped at the ease with which he held me over his strong broad shoulder waiting for the lift to stop and the doors to open.
“Afternoon, Aiden, is everything ready?”
My heart skipped a beat. Brandon was carrying me naked in to his Hotel suite buck naked like a conquered slain deer over his shoulder with my bare bottom blushed pink from a spanking for this man to see. A growl erupted against my lips. I thought we were going to be left in privacy. Seems the billionaire had other ideas. But there was worse to come.
“Yes, Sir. Everything is ready for the examination.”
“Examination?” I questioned with concern forgetting my nakedness for a second while Brandon strode across the wide room with tall windows leading out on to a balcony. It was all I could make out over his shoulder. He marched straight to a bedroom.
“Before we can begin I need to examine you intimately inside and out, Scarlett. From what you have told me about your health I think an examination is well overdue. Aiden is my assistant in all of my business and manages my private affairs as well. He can be trusted and I will need him to care for your needs and protection when I cannot be there,” again his tone was steadfast and left no room for negotiation. “I am a very busy man and I need someone I can count on to be there for you when I can’t. You will come to rely on him simply as a friend. I won’t have you lonely when I am away. You have been alone for too long, little one.”
I didn’t want anyone else. I felt myself being lowered down on to a bed covered in deep purple silk. My head sank back on the pillows. I cast my eyes around at my luxurious surroundings, at the silver and purple walls marking out the boundaries of the bedroom and the black and white accessories before my eyes came to rest on Aiden.
He was a young Frenchman, around twenty-eight. Although he did not compare to Brandon in height, looks and figure he was a handsome tightly muscled young man with full light brown hair mixed with strands of blonde cut fashionably at his neck. Like Brandon his attractive look was complimented by neatly trimmed facial hair around his mouth and jaw. His black eyes looked kindly down upon me as he stood over me next to the billionaire in a black suit with a white handkerchief covered in black spots in his suit pocket matching his silk tie. He was immaculately dressed and groomed just like his employer. He carried a rolled white mat in his hands.
Brandon pulled off my shoes and seductively caressed my hold ups down my legs. He tossed them on the floor and towered over me lifting my arms up above my head when he answered. I lay there meekly allowing him to do what he wished.
“Would you like me to conduct the pelvic exam or would you like to do it?” Aiden asked Brandon in his soothing French accent.
My eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out of my head. What the hell?
“I want you to do it. Scarlett is a little nervous and will need me to gentle her through the whole process.”
Brandon was holding my wrists down as talked to Aiden and I realised why. I began to struggle to free myself. No one was giving me a smear. Brandon gave a small laugh and sat on the bed next to my head. His hold was too strong for me to free myself from and I was forced to lie still.
Aiden smiled down at me.
“Don’t worry it will be all over soon,” he said patting my thigh.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I demanded of Brandon.
“I have already told you. Hush and be quiet or I will gag you,” he scolded.
Aiden lifted a sterile tray off the chest of draws just as Brandon curved his hand around my breast to knead it as though it belonged to him. I suppose both of them did now.
“I want you wet for this,” he whispered gently. “It will make the examination easier.”
His thumb flexed my nipple back and forth and then sharply pinched it and stretched it out. The hot needle of pain that shuddered through the teat gave me a curious mix of discomfort and a shiver of pleasure rather like the spanking. My vagina grew damp and accommodating. Aiden sat down on the bed with the tray and covered his hands in a pair of latex gloves. Brandon bent to draw my nipple in to his mouth expertly flicking his wet tongue back and forth over, circling the tip around the base as he squeezed the plump round flesh tightly in his hand. I became lost in the delicious pleasure pain combination as he nipped harshly and sucked at the teat.
Aiden lifted my bare legs up to my bottom and then splayed them apart. I whimpered feeling exposed.
“Good you are getting nice and wet,” he stated using his latex fingers to open my pussy lips wide stroking his thumbs downwards to feel the soft pink flesh and the jewel hanging between them.