When well-known chef and restaurateur David Marone recognizes the food critic who just lambasted him in a review on the charity auction block, he bids an inordinate amount to keep her as his slave for three nights. He remembers the haughty foodie from culinary school seventeen years earlier, and relishes the idea of getting even with her for her mean-spirited review.
Portia Sands hopes the dark and gorgeous Chicago chef who won the bid for her at the Castle charity auction doesn’t know her real identity as the food critic who tore him apart in a review the week before. She finds he hasn’t changed since culinary school--still arrogant, over-confident and domineering. Unfortunately, he has the same effect on her now as he did then: reducing her to a trembling mass of jello.
When he pushes her to her limits, placing her in a cage like a pet, she discovers he knows who she is, and means to exact revenge. She considers calling the Castle safeword to end their time together, but some part of her won’t allow it. Somehow she must survive three nights as his slave and keep her heart in the process.
Barnes & Noble
“Hello Janice. I’d like to see what sort of options you have for pet-wear.”
Janice gave her an appreciative up and down sweep of her eyes, which made Portia blush.
“Any preference on which type of pet?”
“Not a pony. Something dog or cat-like, please.” When she walked away, David pinched one stiffened nipple. “You like being admired by another woman, don’t you?” he murmured in her ear.
Her cheeks grew warmer and she dropped her eyes, shaking her head.
He slapped her ass. “Don’t lie.”
Janice returned with her hands full of boxes, which she set down on the floor and began to open. She produced half-sweaters with matching booties for the little chihuahua types, and the shortest ruffled skirts ever made.
David began to look through them. “Let’s see this one,” he said, holding up a shiny black latex catsuit--just the kind she’d been imagining when she gave the name “Kitty.”
Janice helped her into it, cinching the back and clamping it the way the wedding dress fitters do to make a larger size fit a smaller woman. The pants fit perfectly, hugging her every curve.
Janice lifted a hood, but David cut her short. “No hood. I like to grab hair.”
“No. She’s perfect just like this,” he said, lifting his hand and bringing it down with a resounding smack against the shiny latex glued to her bum. “Mm, I like the way that sounds,” he said. He smacked her again and again, each time using enough force to lift her to her toes. The latex took a little of the sting away, so only a delicious warmth grew in the places he slapped. He wrapped an arm around her waist to stabilize her and continued with the loud spanking, attracting giggles and looks from other Castle guests. “Your ass is just...so...spankable in this catsuit,” he said, delivering searing blows with each word.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, still spanking away.
Oh yeah. She definitely liked it. Her pussy wept with need.
He stopped and gripped her ass with firm fingers, while the other hand snaked in front to push the hard seam of the pants against her swelling genitals.
She gave a cry of pleasure, covering his hand with her own and pushing her fingers against his.
“Sorry, Kitty,” he whispered against her ear. “You’ll have to earn that pleasure.”
Renee Rose / Darling Adams 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. She can be found on: