Little Evie : A BDSM Ageplay Romance

Welcome to my third book! Little Evie meets Dylan, an older man who shares the same kinky interests and the spark between them grows as they develop an ageplay relationship ununderpinned by a sensual D/s dynamic and hot sex.

Here's a little teaser...

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“In here, Evie,” called Dylan.

She padded over the plush carpet towards the room with the open door. Dylan was inside, sitting on the bed. The spacious room was a typical male preserve, furnished in gleaming mahogany with claret-coloured curtains and bed linen. There were two night stands either side of the king-sized bed, each one topped with an antique brass lamp with a raspberry shade.

Dylan patted the bed. “Come here.” Those blue eyes of his gazed into hers. The corners of his mouth twitched just a fraction.

Evie gulped, and obeyed his command. One moment she was seated on the bed, and the next she was lifted effortlessly over his lap, feeling his strong thighs beneath her tummy. He adjusted her position so that her bottom was nicely elevated. She was so small her feet didn't even touch the floor and were left dangling. Dylan's hand smoothed the fabric of her pyjama bottoms in a circular motion. It felt good. It felt-

“Ow!” said Evie as the first spank descended on her upturned rump.

“What? 'Ow' already?” He gave her another firm slap. Evie wriggled. It had been so long since she last had a proper spanking, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like.

“You know exactly why you're getting this,” Dylan said as his hand cracked down. Don't you, Evie?”

“Yes sir.” She wasn't quite sure why she addressed him as sir, but it felt right.

“You went out without telling anyone where you were going.”

Slap! Slap!

“You didn't wear the proper footwear.”

Slap! Slap!

“You didn't take a waterproof jacket.”

Slap! Slap!

“Nor did you take a guide book.” Slap! “Or a compass.” Slap! “Or your mobile phone.” Slap! “Or a first-aid kit.”

Slap! Slap! Slap! SLAP!

“Owwww!” yelled Evie. His hand felt as hard as a cast iron frying pan. She wriggled and gasped as her bottom became increasingly heated.

“These are coming down now. You're getting punished on your bare bottom, like a naughty little girl.” Dylan pulled down her pyjama bottoms.

Her bottom gleamed pale in the moonlight, two alabaster globes tinged with pink, chubby and rounded and just begging for a long overdue spanking. Evie hissed as her bottom was bared. That feeling … that crazy, kinky, wonderful feeling of being bared thrilled her to the core. Although she was embarrassed, that was part of the turn-on. She could feel her pussy spasm as her arousal increased.

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Little Evie is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:

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