Blurb
Love. Safety. Security. Three notions Demi Durango never thought she’d have, but now that marriage to Kal has given her these luxuries, how far will she go to keep them?
Demi and Kal return to Dolphin Island to begin their married lives together but their first year will be spent apart, with Kal soon shipping out. The night before he deploys, a security breach into Kal’s secret identity puts Demi in danger. He can’t leave her home alone, especially after learning she was the one who launched the inquiry. Will she ever be able to fully live a Domestic Discipline lifestyle and truly and totally trust her husband? Or will Kal be forced to take Jared Masters up on his offer to help teach his sassy wife the island ways?
Demi feels horrible for letting Kal down and would do anything to strengthen her marriage and make her groom happy. To placate her husband, she quickly decides to enroll herself in Chateau Dreambox: the school seems like the perfect place to learn more about living a DD lifestyle. Surrounding herself with like-minded people could help her master the art of submission. But if she still has trouble submitting to her husband, how in the world will she ever allow the professors to instruct her?
Publisher’s Note: This love story contains scenes of domestic discipline and explicitly described adult encounters.
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Excerpt
The ferry boat sliced through the salty waters carrying Demi closer to the island. The mystical sea air flowed through her very being, giving her confidence in her submission, telling her it was okay to agree to a domestic discipline marriage, complete with maintenance spankings, punishment spankings, and every other kind of spanking in between. She hated it as much as she loved it; resisted it as much as she craved it.
She stood on the bow of the vessel, all ten fingers curled around the railing to prevent herself from nursing the soreness in her disciplined bottom and focused on a pod of dolphins frolicking in the white-capped waves. She leaned further into the breeze, letting the mystic sea air welcome her home, refresh her soul, nurture her need to submit to her husband. She quivered, hot and wet, and looked at Kal standing next to her. So alpha—so strong. Would she be able to fulfill his needs and submit to him by placing herself over his lap the next time he patted his thigh? Even after a week of practice during their honeymoon, she still had difficulty putting herself into position, but as the ferry slowly inched closer to land, the island’s magic oozed into her pores, and tonight she had every intention of going over his lap without assistance to prove to herself and to him her total commitment to live the domestic discipline lifestyle.
Kal moved behind her wrapping strong, loving arms around her waist and buried his nose into her hair. “Hmm. I wish I could bottle the scent of you up and always carry it with me.”
Demi glowed, his words warming her insides. Kal nuzzled his face against her cheek. “Ready to see our home?”
“The excitement is killing me.” During their honeymoon, Kal had gifted her with pictures of the beach house he had purchased for her, and she barely contained her enthusiasm. Bouncing on her toes, she wiggled her bottom against the front of his trousers. His excitement was instantly evident as he pressed his erection into the recesses of her crack. But his strict words sharply contrasted his throbbing bulge. With his lips to her ear, he said, “Have patience, wifey.”
The endearment touched her soul, and she found that she fully agreed with Kal, for he was right. A lady never rushes. The words from Inner Peace calmed her, and she settled against his hardness until the boat docked. With her hand in his, she regally let him guide her to his speedy roadster, and then they cruised to the remote section of the island, away from the main tourist attractions.
Soon the crowded seashore gave way to sparsely placed houses and private beaches. A coral-pink house came into view. Sitting along the white sand, it was the most charming house on the strip, and it was all hers and Kal’s.
“Oh, Kal.” She held one hand to her chest as she absently fumbled in the side pocket of her handbag for the keys. She grasped the pink dolphin key chain, and as the car rolled closer, she seized the door handle, ready to spring from the vehicle.
Kal palmed her knee. “Do you need a reminder in patience?”
She quickly checked her disposition, wishing to carry herself as a lady, patient and calm in all situations, a goal Kal had promised to help her reach. She righted herself, gladly straightening her shoulders to thwart any thoughts Kal may have been conjuring about baring her bottom in the driveway and giving her a spanking for all the neighbors to see. Not exactly how she wanted to greet any nearby sunbathers.
“No, sir.” She stilled, never taking her gaze from her house, and waited for Kal to round the car and assist her from the vehicle.
The exquisiteness of her new home, shimmering the color of a coral-pink sunset, stole her breath. The porch railings, trim, and shutters were the color of vanilla ice cream. A few yards past the dunes, the tide ebbed away from the sandy shore, sending a light breeze to tickle her skin and lift her curls. She tugged against Kal’s hand until he stopped.
The house captured all of her attention. A tear jagged to the surface, wetting her eyes. “What did I do to deserve this? To deserve you?”
He chuckled. “You bewitched me with your sweetness.” He caressed her cheek. Tender fingers traced along her jaw, gently pulling her stunned gaze from the beauty sprawled before her to look at him. Kal gulped, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing in disbelief, his expression of fun and teasing turning to concern. “Demi-Anne Durango, are you crying?”
She swiped a tear. “It’s just… bliss.” She fell into his embrace, melting into him.
“I’ve never seen you cry. Dem, this is a major break—for you to release emotions.” He pecked the top of her head then slightly pulled away to capture the phenomenon. He kissed the happiness rolling down her cheek. “Don’t you see, Dem. Now it will be easier for you to let go when you’re over my knee.”
Kal had made a big-to-do of her lack of tears when he was spanking her bare bottom. He wanted her to use the time she spent draped across his lap to bond with him, to become one with him, even more so than when he made love to her. He had promised the release of her tears would refresh her soul as he spanked the pent-up stress from her, but she refused to see how the two types of crying were related. She playfully smacked his chest. “Show me my house. You big goof.”
He teasingly slapped her bum, and before he could fire off another slap, she gripped the keys in her hold and skipped toward the beautifully constructed staircase hugging the side of the house. Once on the wide porch, she crossed to the closest set of doors and entered through the beachfront, walking into the entry between the living and dining rooms. All windows and space and gorgeous. She breezed through the rooms, noting all Kal’s meager pieces of furniture from his previous bungalow.
“How did you do all this? When?”
“I didn’t. Our family did.”
By family, Kal meant the other agents employed at NASH Global and their spouses. Another tear jabbed at her ducts. They didn’t need to put forth the effort. She swiped. “Wow.”
He took her in his arms. “Demi, they are here for you. When I’m away, anything you need—all you have to do is ask.”
Relying on family was a foreign concept to her. Sure, her brother Neil was great but nothing like this. “They didn’t have to do all this.”
“It’s not much. It’ll take a while for you to Demi-it-up. And I want you and the girls to have a fantastic time decorating the place while I’m away.”
Actually, she saw herself hunched over stacks of documents in need of translating, but wasn’t about to pick that debate just yet. She clung to him. “I wish we could choose the furniture together.”
He kissed her. “Me too, babe, but I can assure you Heather, Abby, and Lexi will be more of an asset than I will.”
She nodded, letting a smile tug at her lips and reach her eyes. “Probably.”
He chuckled. “Hey now. You promised to miss me.”
“And I will.” She slid out of his grasp. Keeping her hand in his, she pulled him through the downstairs, room by room, and then up the stairs into a large nook overlooking the ocean.
The space easily accommodated Kal’s hunky body. He said, “This area would make a great library.” He crossed to the wide window. “We could put some lounge chairs here for reading.”
Where Kal saw shelves of books and relaxing chaises, Demi envisioned a cradle and rocking chair. Murals of teddy bears and yellow duckies adorned the walls. Sailboats too—no rag dolls. She’d have a little girl first. She rubbed her belly in anticipation of becoming a mother, but with Kal leaving on the morrow, she placed her dream on hold and bounced into the master suite.
Kal’s bed and dresser barely filled the vast area. Her gaze fell on the wooden chair, placed threateningly between two windows against the long wall. Tall back, no arm rests. Embarrassed, she shivered and wondered who could have placed the menacing piece of furniture.
Kal moved behind her, running firm palms up and down the length of her bare arms. His warm touch tapped down the goose bumps. “It is exactly what you are thinking.”
Demi nodded and gulped as a heated awkwardness rushed up her neck and stormed across her cheeks.
Kal pointed to the far corner, flanked by windows. “That one will stay vacant.” He lovingly patted her bottom. “Please remember that when you are purchasing furniture.”
She tucked her chin to her chest, not wanting to think about how Kal expected her to spend time standing with her nose tucked into the narrow space where two walls joined, creating a special spot for her to reflect upon her actions and behavior when she fell short of her goals.
Seconds later, his fingers, gentle and loving, curled under her chin and lifted her face to his. “Dem, do you understand?”
She locked her gaze with his. So hot and commanding. He practically ate her alive with the look, while his dream of culturing a submissive wife dominated the atmosphere. “Yes, sir. I think I’ll paint those two walls a calming blue.”
“I like that idea.” He swatted her rear. “Now go check out the closet.”
With all the flair of a well-bred lady, Demi graced into the large room designed to display clothing. And display it did. Same as on their honeymoon, Kal had stocked the shelves and racks with beautifully crafted designer labels. Demi lost herself in the gift and spent way too long coveting the cedar shoe rack. It was all hers, and she loved it. “How can I ever thank you?” When he provided no suggestion, she turned. Kal had left her alone in the closet. “Hey, where did you go?” She went in search of her husband and had to look no further than the wicked spanking chair.
With his spine rigidly braced against the high back, Kal’s large palm rhythmically patted his muscular thigh.
Oh no. With quick thought, she said, “You should be going. I don’t want to make you late for work.”
His hand kept the even tempo. “I have time to administer one last maintenance spanking, and have dinner with you.”
“How about we eat first?” Nervous laughter bubbled from her. His stern gaze locked with hers; his eyes smoldered with dominance. Looked like she was going to get spanked.
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