The lovely Jane Henry is here with her new book from Blushing Books. Complete Me is a contemporary BDSM romance and is bound to be fabulous!
Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking?
At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.
Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
“You naughty little thing.”
“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, as she held a pile of mail in one hand and her purse in the other.
“Hey,” she greeted. “You have a good day?”
He nodded. “You?” he asked as he crooked a finger and beckoned her over. She placed the mail on a shelf behind her and her bag atop it as she walked over to him. He looped a finger into the belt of her jeans and pulled her onto his lap. It was his signature move and never failed to get a squeal out of her. She draped her arms around his neck and he kissed her, hard and fast, his fingers fisted in the hair at the back of her head.
“Welcome home,” he murmured. “I see you drove into the driveway like a good girl.”
“Like the boring, deliberately careful girl you trained me to be, sir,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “The next thing you know, you’ll have me wearing sensible shoes and ordering the early bird special when we go out to dinner.”
She squealed as he played his part and turned her over, landing a punishing swat to the seat of her pants.
“You naughty little thing,” he said, but she was determined, as she spoke to him over her shoulder.
“And yes, sir, I look both ways when I cross the street and never take candy from strangers!”
“Brat!” he said, his eyes locating the newly-made paddle on the workbench as he gave her another, intentionally lighter swat with his hand, a few love pats as he held her in position and hooked a finger around the leather loop of the paddle. Before she could see what he was doing, he raised it and whack!
He’d tested it thoroughly on his thigh first, as he never spanked her ass with anything until he’d tested it.
She yelped out loud.
“Oh my God!” she squealed. “That is not your hand!”
“Nope,” he chuckled.
Whack! He gave her another calculated swat, enough that he knew she’d feel it for a good long while, but lightly enough that he knew it would not be terribly painful. He’d intentionally used a lightweight wood that would pack a good sting but be gentle enough to be used for good girl spankings. Still, he knew it certainly did sting.
“What is that?” she wailed as he gave her another hard swat.
“What, baby?” he said, feigning ignorance.
“What are you spanking me with?” she yelped, scissoring her legs as he gave her another wallop.
“What?” he said. Whack! “This?” Whack!
“Yessss,” she cried.
Chuckling, he flipped her back over so she was sitting upright and the second he released her, she leapt to her feet, her little hands rubbing her bottom as she stared at him and looked around wildly to see what manner of beast had nipped her ass.
He twirled the pretty little paddle in his hand.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” he asked. She frowned, but he could tell she was pleased. She did love to be spanked. Squealing, squirming, and trying to get away was part of playing hard-to-catch.
“Oh, it’s just gorgeous,” she muttered sarcastically, her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to massage her backside.
“Just like my girl,” he said. “Petite but sturdy, able to withstand much spanking, and truly one of a kind.”
“Hey,” she greeted. “You have a good day?”
He nodded. “You?” he asked as he crooked a finger and beckoned her over. She placed the mail on a shelf behind her and her bag atop it as she walked over to him. He looped a finger into the belt of her jeans and pulled her onto his lap. It was his signature move and never failed to get a squeal out of her. She draped her arms around his neck and he kissed her, hard and fast, his fingers fisted in the hair at the back of her head.
“Welcome home,” he murmured. “I see you drove into the driveway like a good girl.”
“Like the boring, deliberately careful girl you trained me to be, sir,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “The next thing you know, you’ll have me wearing sensible shoes and ordering the early bird special when we go out to dinner.”
She squealed as he played his part and turned her over, landing a punishing swat to the seat of her pants.
“You naughty little thing,” he said, but she was determined, as she spoke to him over her shoulder.
“And yes, sir, I look both ways when I cross the street and never take candy from strangers!”
“Brat!” he said, his eyes locating the newly-made paddle on the workbench as he gave her another, intentionally lighter swat with his hand, a few love pats as he held her in position and hooked a finger around the leather loop of the paddle. Before she could see what he was doing, he raised it and whack!
He’d tested it thoroughly on his thigh first, as he never spanked her ass with anything until he’d tested it.
She yelped out loud.
“Oh my God!” she squealed. “That is not your hand!”
“Nope,” he chuckled.
Whack! He gave her another calculated swat, enough that he knew she’d feel it for a good long while, but lightly enough that he knew it would not be terribly painful. He’d intentionally used a lightweight wood that would pack a good sting but be gentle enough to be used for good girl spankings. Still, he knew it certainly did sting.
“What is that?” she wailed as he gave her another hard swat.
“What, baby?” he said, feigning ignorance.
“What are you spanking me with?” she yelped, scissoring her legs as he gave her another wallop.
“What?” he said. Whack! “This?” Whack!
“Yessss,” she cried.
Chuckling, he flipped her back over so she was sitting upright and the second he released her, she leapt to her feet, her little hands rubbing her bottom as she stared at him and looked around wildly to see what manner of beast had nipped her ass.
He twirled the pretty little paddle in his hand.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” he asked. She frowned, but he could tell she was pleased. She did love to be spanked. Squealing, squirming, and trying to get away was part of playing hard-to-catch.
“Oh, it’s just gorgeous,” she muttered sarcastically, her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to massage her backside.
“Just like my girl,” he said. “Petite but sturdy, able to withstand much spanking, and truly one of a kind.”
Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy:
Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.
Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.
Other books by Jane Henry:
A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends...can they be lovers?
Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.
My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor's kinky pursuits.
Claimed on the Frontier: Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
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