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Authors: Beth Kery
When You Defy Me (When I'm With You Part 2)
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WHEN YOU DEFY ME
Beth Kery
When You Defy Me
Copyright © 2013 by Beth Kery
The right of Beth Kery to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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First published in this Ebook edition by Headline Publishing Group in 2013
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All it takes is. . . One Night of Passion. . .
Beth Kery
lives in Chicago where she juggles the demands of her career, her love of the city and the arts, and a busy family life. Her writing today reflects her passion for all of the above.
Because You Are Mine
Wicked Burn
Daring Time
Sweet Restraint
Paradise Rules
Release
Explosive
One Night of Passion series
*Addicted To You
*Bound To You (e-novella)
Captured By You (e-novella)
Exposed By You
*previously published under the pseudonym Bethany Kane
New York Times
bestselling author Beth Kery’s addictive new novel continues in this second part as Lucien and Elise are bound together by
a dangerous desire – and the secret they share.
Elise’s teasing and impulsiveness have landed her back at the erotic mercy of Lucien, who is determined to teach her discipline
– even if all he wants to do is to give in to the beast within and consume her completely. When he discovers her in a dangerous
situation that could have been avoided, he punishes her – and once again tests the limits of his own control. By dominating
her, he hopes to teach her the meaning of self-control through total submission. But even though he sets strict rules on himself,
he still isn’t entirely prepared for feeling Elise shudder in surrender in his arms.
Lucien challenges her, excites her. . .bewilders her to the point of distraction. Does he want her, or doesn’t he? Elise is
afraid to reveal to him just how vulnerable – just how naïve she is when it comes to sexual games. None of her typical wiles
work on him. And what brought Lucien to Chicago with a new name and new identity? What does it have to do with his industrialist
father’s disgraceful downfall? Who is Ian Noble, the provocative new stranger in Lucien’s shadow? And why has Lucien taken
to following him in the night? For Elise the answers will come soon enough. She has other things to worry about now, such
as Lucien’s observance of her foolish behavior. . .and the inevitable consequence to come.
More to come. Don’t miss
When I’m With You, Part III
, available 19
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March
His hand struck the lower curve of her ass cheeks, causing a burst of sensation.
“Ouch.”
“Je suis désolé,”
she heard Lucien apologize huskily behind her. He touched her buttocks, his palm warmed from her spankings. Her breath hitched.
“It will take me a time or two to learn what you can tolerate . . . what you need.”
Her clenched eyelids sprang open. “What I need is for you to stop torturing me this way.”
His hand disappeared.
Smack
.
“Wrong. You need a consequence for your actions.”
The nerves on the surface of her bottom stung and burned. There was an inexplicable link between those nerves and her sizzling
clit. She bit her lip, experiencing an almost overwhelming desire to touch herself . . . to staunch the ache growing between
her thighs.
“Brace yourself,” Lucien warned, his voice a low, sexual purr that washed over her exposed, flaming ass and tickled at her
damp pussy. She firmed her hold, following his order instinctively, and clenched her teeth. His hand landed again and again,
the brisk cracking sound of skin against skin creating a strangely erotic contrast to the rich yet highly controlled notes
of the symphonic music filling her ears.
The tail of her smock flipped down over a buttock. She inhaled shakily when he paused and took a moment to carefully replace
the edge of her smock at her waist, once again revealing her ass. She could just imagine how pink it must look to him. The
breath burned in her lungs when he spread his hand over the crack between her buttocks, his fingers spread, his fingertips
below his palm.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
She whimpered softly at the hint of awe in his tone. He was so large that he encompassed her. He rubbed, and her vagina clenched
tight. She moaned feverishly, wanting . . . needing his touch on her sex. He was only inches away from her pussy. She gyrated
her hips slightly, rubbing him back in an open invitation.
Smack
. She gasped at the unexpected, sharp pain of his hand cracking against her ass.
“Damn it,” she seethed.
“You’re doing it again,” he said, a thread of amusement in his hard voice.
“What?”
“Trying to grab for the reins.”
“Ouch . . . ooh . . .
merde
,” she mumbled incoherently when he spanked her.
“Every time you attempt to seduce me, I’ll spank you an extra time. Submit,
ma chère
. Let go. I’m taking control for the time being.”
A tear leaked down her cheek, but she remained determinedly still. For a few seconds, she and Lucien were as one. She feared
the flex of Lucien’s muscle, the swing of his arm, but she also anticipated it, sensed it perfectly . . . wanted and needed
it. There, for a few seconds, she understood precisely what Lucien had meant.
Discipline. Need
.
“Two more,” she heard him growl.
She twisted her chin and saw his arm stretched back. He looked awesome in that moment, his long legs spread slightly, nostrils
flared, eyes blazing, muscles coiled and tense. He paused with his hand back and met her stare. It happened so quickly that
later she wondered if she’d imagined it. He cupped her hip with his free hand and pressed her burning ass to his crotch, grinding
her against rock-hard thighs and cock.
Her eyes sprang wide when she fully absorbed his dimensions . . . his heat. Liquid surged at her core, an answer to his primal
call. Abruptly, he was gone.
“Damn those eyes,” he muttered thickly. “Look at that desk or I swear you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”
She turned, staring sightlessly at the leather blotter on his desk, panting shallowly as he cracked off the last two strokes.
Through the swelling sounds of the symphony and her own pounding heart, she heard the rough, soughing sound of Lucien’s breath
behind her. She didn’t move.
What would he do now? Her pussy was hot and wet between her thighs. She experienced his arousal behind her like a distant
but powerful fire, his heat seeming to emanate against her naked ass, teasing her sex. Surely he wouldn’t walk away? Perhaps
he’d take her from behind? The thought panicked and excited her. She hadn’t prepared for this. She started to raise herself
in order to touch him . . . in order to pleasure him . . . to satisfy him . . .
. . . in order to take control of this volatile situation.
That
she could handle. He’d said they wouldn’t have sex, but that was before they’d generated all this heat. She stood and turned,
gratified to see the fixed, rigid expression on his face as he stared at her ass. He grabbed her wrist lightning quick when
she reached for his pants. Suddenly, she was spinning and her back was pressed tightly to his front, her bottom pressed against
his hard thighs, her lower back against the flagrant fullness of his sex. She gasped when he gathered her other wrist and
restrained both of her arms in his hand. He leaned down, cupping her body to his long, hard length.
“It aroused you. Didn’t it?”
A shudder of excitement went through her at the sound of his delicious voice in her ear.
“I . . . I hated it,” she lied, fighting for the upper hand even though she knew she was losing . . . even though she increasingly
didn’t know what losing or winning meant when it came to Lucien. Her gasp turned into a moan of disbelieving arousal when
he abruptly plunged a long finger between her labia and rubbed.
“Very warm.
Very
wet,” he groaned near her ear, increasing her shudders of pleasure. “I’m going to cure you of this tendency for lying. I
felt you submit there at the end, even if you are denying it now, and you were very brave in accepting your spanking. Here
is your reward.”
Her head fell back against his breastbone. It felt divine, the friction from his rubbing finger optimal. Her clit began to
sizzle beneath his touch. Her hips ground against the pressure. He pressed her tighter against him, so that she could feel
his cock throbbing against her lower back and hip. He’d been right about how wet she was—she could tell by the easy slide
of his finger. She could even hear him moving in the lubricated flesh. How humiliating.
How
exciting
.
She subtly gyrated against him, growing wild with mounting arousal, her teeth clenched tight. She couldn’t seem to stop it.
He pleasured her more knowledgeably than she pleasured herself, something about his restrained strength and obvious skill
creating a riot of bliss in her flesh. Her entire body grew rigid, and her nipples tightened almost painfully, making her
wish he’d touch them, pinch them to ease the sharp pressure.
“Damn you,” she muttered brokenly.
“Come,” he demanded. The music swelled in her ears, cresting.
She clamped her eyelids shut and shook in delicious release.
“That’s right,” she heard him say, his voice seemingly both far away and so close it was like he was inside her head. “One
day you’re going to come like that while I’m buried in you, and it’s going to feel so incredibly good.”
His hand continued to work between her thighs, stimulating her until she sagged against him, panting. Her eyelids opened
sluggishly a moment later when she felt his hand slow and stop.
For a moment, she didn’t move or breathe as he cupped her outer sex in a possessive gesture and she felt his cock pulse against
her, hard, heavy and more than ready.
He released her. She whimpered at the sudden loss of his heat.
“Get dressed,” he said, his voice sounding rough. She watched as he strode across the office to a closed door. When he jerked
it open, she realized it was an entrance to a bathroom.
The door snapped shut behind him.