Monday, July 18, 2016

Dancing With A Dom By Katherine Deane

Dancing With A Dom
By Katherine Deane

Can Macy find love dancing in the arms of a Dom? 

To this day, I’m still not sure which is more embarrassing.
Being left by your husband who says you are fat, overbearing, and frigid in bed.
Or having to change partners midway through a season of televised dancing—because your partner can’t lift you.
Both hurt. A lot. The first made me want to curl up into a little ball and hibernate. Since I had plenty of fat to store away for the winter, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.
The second left me so angry, I waltzed the man through his own set of moves—straight up to the full mirror. Then I lifted him. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. And I didn’t get sued.
But that’s how I ended up over the knee of the hottest man I have ever met.
After he spanked me, he became my new partner.
We danced.

NOTE: This novella originally appeared in the USA TODAY BESTSELLER Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories. This story has been reedited. 10k words of hot new scenes!

Grabbing my tits, I thrust them out and against the black cotton of my tank top. I was wearing the special kind of tank with a light built-in shelf bra. Not great for support, but pretty damn great when you wanted to wiggle and flaunt what you had. I had gorgeous breasts. I had always known this. Perfectly shaped, well rounded, full. Swaying with each step I took. And the men loved it. They really were fucking me with their eyes. I was the one thing they could not get enough of, could not take their eyes off. It empowered me. It felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I loved the way they leaned forward, licking their lips, eyes wide, dilated. Their fists clenched against the seams of the jeans. I could see the rock-hard interest in all of them, except for John. Probably because the camera sat on his lap.
Men watching me.
Men loving my body.
I felt so in control, so wanton, so horny.
“Give me a dollar,” I said in a low, husky voice that didn’t sound like my own.
All three men instantly thrust bills at me. With a grin, I collapsed to all fours and took one in my mouth. Sitting on my heels, I rubbed the crisp, cool bill against my peaked nipples. Coarse, rough…like sandpaper. I was too sensitive and it hurt. But it hurt in a good way.
The music thumped faster, and I stood up, swaying, thrusting my pelvis as if fucking air. They liked that. I heard a loud groan, and an “Oh, yeah.” It turned me on. They were like putty in my hands.

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About Katherine Deane
USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: erotic romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.

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  1. Hi Patty and Katherine, love the premise and enjoyed the excerpt. This sounds like a fun, hot read :)


  2. Loved the book. Great read. BTW, I noticed the Amazon link isn't working.


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