Contemporary Romance · Guest Authors

Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone

protectinghispet_fullOn all fours, crawling across the floor she finds herself yearning to be mastered by the one man she vowed to hate.

Measha Stone visits my blog with her dark and sexy book Protecting His Pet. Just a word of warning: This book is not for the faint of heart. There are some serious punishments and extensive pet play in this story. For those of you like me who lap this up (pun intended), you’re going to love it!

About Protecting His Pet

After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt

Without a blanket to cover her body, she stood near the cell door with goose pimples running rampant over her body. Even after the time in the cell, the spankings, the fighting, she still looked hotter than his body could ignore. Her arms were folded over her stomach, which only lifted her tits higher and made him want to tweak the hardened nubs.

Keeping his eyes on her, he unlocked the cage and stood in the doorway. “I’m going to take you upstairs and I expect you to eat all of your lunch. I’m not going to use your leash, because I’m giving you this chance. A chance to earn back some of your privileges. Do you understand me, pet?”

“Y-yes?”

He raised an eyebrow.

She visibly fought an eye-roll but answered correctly. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone lacked any actual sincerity, but it would do. For now.

“Good. Come.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the stairs. The idea of making her crawl all the way up made his cock twitch in his pants. He’d already fucked her twice that day, and just the mental image of seeing her red, welted ass swaying in front of him while she crawled for him made him ready to do it again.

In the end, he settled for having her walk behind him. She may look docile after having taken a short nap, but he hadn’t taken a nap and he wasn’t up to chasing her down again.

He heard her intake of breath with the first step up the stairs. Her ass would be sore for a few days after the belting he’d given her. Maybe she’d manage to take note of a few things now that sitting would be a little more difficult than before.

But then again, sitting wasn’t what he had in mind when it came to get her anyway.

Once up in the kitchen, he moved to the chair at the table with the bowl of food. She shot her hand out in front of him and grasped the chair beside it, scraping the legs against the flooring as she pulled it from the table.

“Whoa. What are you doing?” he asked, covering her hands with his own.

She gave him a wary glance. “Sitting down.”

It was almost too hard to take away the hope simmering in her eyes. Almost.

“You haven’t earned any privileges yet. You’ll kneel here, at my feet, like a good pet.”

Her dark, narrowed eyes followed his pointed finger to the spot on the floor, next to his chair. To her credit, she didn’t yank her hand away or shout at him. Though he could see several retorts forming in that brain of hers. Even if he wanted her complete obedience, he still appreciated her quick wit. Life would just be too boring if she behaved robotically.

“I know you’re still pissed, but I’ve already apologized and went through the humiliating punishments. Can’t you just let me eat like a person?” The pleading was there, but so was the underlying demand. She still expected things to go her way.

“I’m not pissed anymore.” He shook his head. “You took your punishments, but you still haven’t earned the privileges back. So, you’ll kneel beside me, and I’ll feed you.” He let go of her hand, letting her take a moment to mull it over, and sure that she would cave. The woman had to be starving, and thirsty. The only way those two needs were being met was at his discretion, in his way. Because her way, her all in charge, ‘I don’t need anyone’ way didn’t work—not for her, and sure as fuck not for him.

She eyed the bowl of rice and vegetables, all but drooling from her mouth. The image that flashed in his mind of that exact thing taking place excited him. The beast was getting harder to contain, the more he imagined things like that.

Making up her mind took another long pause, but she shot him a look that suggested he go fuck himself, and stepped around him. He turned to watch as she gracefully sank to her knees beside his chair, leaning back on her heels, then quickly leaning back up. Her ass would bruise; two serious spankings in one day would do that.

Once she seemed settled and her eyes were locked on the bowl, he took his seat, facing forward, not looking down at her. Taking a spoonful of the food, he shoveled it into his mouth. He wasn’t all that hungry, the pizza he shared with Trevor earlier had tided him over, but she didn’t know that. It wasn’t the point. After another bite, and feeling her tense up beside him, he scooped some of the rice and sautéed bell pepper into his right hand and held it out to her, just below her mouth.

“What are you doing?” She eyed his hand as though he were offering her poison.

“Feeding you. Take it.” He lifted it up to her mouth.

She shoved his hand away, knocking the rice to the floor along with the peppers. He tsked his tongue.

“Shit.” She lowered her head. At least she was starting to realize when she fucked up; now if she could just do it before she got herself into trouble, they’d be making progress.

He left her kneeling there, her head hung and her eyes staring at the clump of rice on the floor. A part of him was going to enjoy the next few minutes, another part tried to get that part of him to shut up.

Retrieving the special bowl from the farthest cabinet in the kitchen, he returned to her. He scraped the rest of the lunch into it and placed it in front of her on the floor. He could all but hear the muscles in her body clench at what he’d put in front of her.

A shiny new dog bowl, complete with the word PET inscribed with black ink on the side. “No, no.” He swatted her hand away when she reached for the rice. “That’s not how pets eat. I tried the polite way, but you didn’t want it, so this is how it is. For now, at least.”

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Author Bio

Measha Stone is an international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain?  When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

Visit her website here: www.meashastone.com

Visit her blog here: www.meashawrites.com/blog

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