Daddy Takes Command by Kelly Dawson

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About the author:

Hi! I'm Kelly Dawson, a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives right at the very bottom of the world, in Southland, New Zealand. I share my life with some pretty awesome people – my very own romance novel hero (my husband of 16 years) and my 4 incredible kids.

Cowboys have always been my heroes, horses have been my passion forever, and I'm a proud Kiwi. These three things shine through in my books.

I have Tourette's Syndrome, and so far, I've created two characters who also navigate life with this neurological disorder – Rachel in Rachel's Journey and Bianca in Daddy Takes the Reins (and also appears in the two sequels – Daddies Take Control & Daddy Takes Command).

What inspired you to write your book?

I've been writing forever. I started writing on any spare scrap of paper I could find, including the back covers of colouring books, school exercise books and the backs of old bills!
My books can be inspired by a tiny little snippet of something – part of a conversation I might have or overhear, a certain smell, the way a person walks…. once my imagination captures something, characters form in my head, a plot works itself out, and the book takes over, stealing away with my sanity!

Here is a short sample from the book:

“Stay put, this time,” he ordered in the gruffest manner he could muster.
“I don’t want to,” she insisted, her eyes dancing with laughter.
“Don’t you ever do as you’re told?”
“Nope.” She looked directly at him and smiled sweetly, making his cock harden in his pants.
Don’t go there, his subconscious warned, and he swallowed, trying to push away the feelings that welled up within him.
Sarah stood up.
“Sit back down,” he growled, sounding much grumpier than he’d intended.
She meant to defy him, he could tell, but he couldn’t miss the flash of pain in her eyes as she put her foot down on the ground. He heard her sharp intake of breath and saw her face pale. Slowly, she sat back down.
“Stay there this time, I mean it,” he told her, his voice much softer now that she was back where he wanted her to be, on the couch, with her foot propped up.
It took a moment for the pain to leave her face but when it did, she looked up at him, mischief flashing in her eyes.
“What if I don’t?” she asked, her teasing voice rich with laughter.
“If you disobey me, I’ll …” he paused. He’d what? “I’ll tan your backside!”
“Oooh!” she giggled, and raised one eyebrow at him, looking so cheekily cute he wanted to kiss her. He licked his lips.
Don’t go there, he reminded himself. But it was too late.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” she asked, sounding so innocent, a teasing smile lighting up her face.
“Both … little girl.” He had no idea where those words had come from, they’d just slipped out, but they made his cock rock hard. Judging by the way her breath hitched and her face flushed, she liked it too.
He met her gaze and she held his eyes defiantly, a flirty smile on her lips, her chin tilted up, daring him to make good on his threat. What had he been thinking, threatening to tan her like that? He’d never threatened anyone with a spanking in his life and aside from the light playful tap he’d given her butt yesterday, he’d certainly never dished one out. And yet the woman on the couch who was slowly rising up off the couch in front of him, with the curvaceous ass he longed to reach out and squeeze, seemed intrigued by the idea. No, more than that. She seemed eager to test him, to push him into fulfilling his promise. It was like she wanted to feel his hand smacking her ass.
Don’t go there, his inner voice warned him, but it was too late. He’d gone too far to back off now.
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Sarah held his gaze as she slowly got to her feet. She took most of the weight on her good leg, but even so, a jolt of pain shot through her ankle bad enough to make her reconsider her decision to test Nick’s authority. What was she doing, anyway, challenging him like that? Part of her wanted to back off, to sit back down and do what she’d been told, but the other part of her, the part that had her insides quivering and her pussy wet with desire, couldn’t help but test him. His threat had thrilled that part of her and now there was no going back.
She straightened her back and let go of the tenuous hold she had on the arm of the couch. She was fully upright now, fully not where she was supposed to be. She couldn’t hide her mischievous grin, neither could she pull her eyes away from his. She felt her pulse race and her heart pound as Nick reached for her, his dark eyes smouldering.
She squealed as he wrapped an arm around her waist and tipped her forward, and she sucked in her breath as he landed a solid smack to her butt.
“This is what happens to naughty little girls who don’t do as they’re told,” he growled, his voice gravelly with arousal.
The slap didn’t hurt much through her clothes – the slight sting had already faded by the time Nick had finished his brief scolding, but her nerve endings were all alive with sparks and heat shot to her core. More. She needed more of this. Trying to breathe the air that was suddenly too thick and clogging her throat, she wiggled her hips flirtatiously, egging him on. All she could think about was how good Nick’s hand had felt on her ass.
His hard palm landed again and again, several searing swats in quick succession, and she gasped as a shiver went down her spine.
Another swat fell, with a bit more force this time, making her rise up on her toes and igniting a fiery burn beneath her jeans.
“Ow! That hurt!” she protested half-heartedly, as her nipples tightened with desire. Please don’t stop, she begged inside her head, her core clenching with need at the feel of Nick’s hard body up against her own.
“It’s supposed to, little girl,” Nick growled in her ear, unmistakeable arousal in his husky voice.
He smacked her again with an upwards swing, his palm catching her low on her buttocks, leaving behind a fresh sting.
“Are you learning your lesson, little girl?” he asked her sternly.
Her tummy flipped. “Yes daddy,” she gasped. Daddy? Where did that come from? She wondered, as a little thrill shot through her.
She heard him chuckle behind her then she felt his big hand on her butt again, but the slap was just light this time, little more than an affectionate pat that turned erotic when he squeezed her bottom between his strong fingers, causing the coarse fabric of her jeans to chafe against her slightly sore skin. She squirmed. It felt nice, even with the slight sting. She arched her hips up towards him, offering her bottom to him and he smacked her twice more, harder this time.
“Daddy thinks you’re liking this a bit too much, little girl. I think this spanking needs to be on your bare bottom, don’t you?”
She felt his fingers between her thighs, prising them apart, and she gasped when he rubbed his thumb down the seam of her jeans, pressing lightly against her pussy, sending tingles through her body.
“Yes daddy,” she ground out between clenched teeth, breathless, as the pressure of his fingers made her pussy throb with desire.
She felt his hot breath against her ear, his whiskers tickled her neck. “Undo them,” he ordered huskily.
She hastened to obey, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Her fingers were clumsy and felt like jelly; the zipper slipped out of her grasp.
“Are you deliberately disobeying me, little girl?” Nick growled in her ear. His big hand cupped her bottom, then landed with a hearty smack which made her yelp.
“No daddy, I’m trying, honest!”
“Try harder.” He slapped her ass again, the palm of his hand landing with enough force to make her cry out in shock.
Finally she got it; she wrestled the button undone, wrenched down the zipper, then slid the jeans sensuously down her thighs. With a groan, Nick grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her back with one hand, and he pushed her down over the arm of the couch. She was immobilized: pinned down by Nick’s strong grip, hobbled by her pants. Her breath caught in her throat as excitement bubbled up within her. She was totally at his mercy. The thought thrilled her, and she squirmed delightedly.
Nick’s fingers at the waistband of her knickers made her suck in her breath sharply and hold it. She’d felt the rough texture of his hands many times, but to have them right there, his thumb grazing her hip, his hand splayed across her bottom and two fingers dipped between her cheeks, grasping the elastic at the top of her knickers, was entirely different. His chapped, calloused skin brushing against her so intimately made her shiver.
“Let’s bare your bottom, little girl,” Nick’s husky whisper interrupted her thoughts, making her breathe again. “So daddy can tan it properly.”