Welcome back! Today, I’m going to tell you all about Karia and the Prince, book two of Isabella Kole’s Avalon Adventures series. Soon, some other very talented authors will be adding a story of their own to the series, but right now, let’s talk about book two.
Blurb:
She’s dating the most eligible bachelor in the country, the heir to the throne, yet she craves the discipline of another man.
Follow Karia’s journey as she begins another year at the Academy of the Arts in the secluded Avalon Mountains. This year, she is deepening her relationship with the prince and finding out what dating a royal is really like. The paparazzi continues to stalk her whenever she is in the city.
Her assignment for this year is to write an article about the fashion industry. Designer Melinda Matthews has been a good contact and has helped her tremendously. Fashion Week is an experience she will never forget.
Still torn by her feelings for both the prince and the master, Karia continues to be confused as she excels in her work and studies. Should she just give up on men completely? Prince Henry is too busy for her at times, and even though the master still seeks to demand her submission, Karia feels that maybe she should forget them both and concentrate solely on her work.
Publisher’s Note: This is a story about power exchange.
And here is an excerpt from this story about a college girl and the love triangle she has found herself in:
Bloody hell, I thought I was going to get out of this. What does he want now? I hope it’s only discuss my week in the city,she thought as she waited for the other students to file out of the room.
Oliver wasted no time in getting to the reason for his request that she stay behind.
“Ms. Daly, I understand your visit to Fashion Week was a smashing success,” he began.
“I’m not sure what you mean, sir. I was able to get a lot of inside information for my article, which Professor Evelyn says is nearly ready to turn in.”
The man smiled, and his dark eyes seemed to twinkle. “That’s good to hear. And only one incident with the tabloids, which turned out not to be bad.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied as she looked down at her hands in her lap.
“Now, Ms. Daly, I doubt that you are going to agree with my rationale on this matter, but I believe you need a subtle reminder that you are no longer in the city with glamourous designers and high society people, attending one of the largest events of the year. You are back at the academy, a student, and you are not staying with the royal family, being given a driver and a royal guard for your use. You are living in a dorm room, attending classes, and your job right now is to study.”
“I’m not sure I understand, sir.”
He smiled at her again, and a shiver ran up and down her spine.
“My reason for saying you would most likely not agree with me. Now, I want you to stand and come forward.”
Karia got up, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt, and walked to his desk where he now stood.
“Bend over my desk,” he commanded in a low tone.
“Yes, sir,” she answered as every nerve ending in her body stood at attention. He was going to punish her! She hadn’t done anything wrong. What was it he had said? This was a subtle reminder. He was putting her in her place, so that she wouldn’t forget where she belonged. It wasn’t in the city, attending fancy events, wearing designer clothes, or staying in the palace as a guest of the royal family. She was Karia Daly, student, commoner.
Why was she feeling excited? Was she one of those people who enjoyed the pain, the kinky side of life. Did she really like being spanked by the master? Was it just Oliver, or would she take it from any man? Henry certainly wasn’t willing to dish it out. Was she just a slut who wanted to have her cake and eat it too? She was using Henry for sex and Oliver for punishment? No, that wasn’t it at all. It couldn’t be. She was so confused.
She didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because she felt the cold air hitting her bare behind when Oliver lifted her skirt and pulled down her serviceable white cotton panties required by the school. She missed her sexy lacy ones she had worn last week, the ones Henry liked.
As he rubbed the creamy white globes, Oliver said, “I will give you twenty with my hand and twenty with the paddle today, Karia.” He had used her given name! Not Ms. Daly!
She braced herself for the onslaught, and a second later, the first smack hit. She jumped, having not had a punishment in several days. The sensations began immediately, causing her juices to begin flowing. She only hoped she was spared the embarrassment of having him know.
Oliver rubbed her cheek before administering a second blow, this time, to the other one. His touch ignited something in her that she couldn’t explain. Eight more slaps rang out before he took a break and walked over to his cabinet to retrieve the wooden paddle she hated so much.
Karia was more confused than ever by this point. Her ass was on fire from only ten smacks of his hand, but there was a more intense fire burning within her. What did it mean? Was she attracted to her professor? He was young and handsome, in his dark and brooding way, but really? He was as different from Henry as the dark night was to the bright day. What did it all mean? She would not be able to deny him if he were to throw her over his desk and make love to her right this minute. And that thought, more so than any of the others running through her mind at that moment, greatly disturbed her. She was with Henry. They had never discussed being with others, but she assumed that he thought they were exclusive. Even with his reputation as a playboy and womanizer, she had no reason to believe he was seeing anyone else.
And then, Oliver returned. He had the paddle in his hand, and he commanded in a low tone, “I want you to count each swat of the wood. There will be ten in all, as I said before.”
“Y-yes, s-sir,” she managed to get out.
She heard the whooshas the implement swung through the air before making contact with her already red bottom. “One,” she said, wishing with all her heart that she could reach back and rub out the sting. Oliver prevented that by holding her hands with his free one.
“T-two,” she said, fighting hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.
Another whoosh, and the wood smacked again, causing her to cry out, “Ow!”
“Count,” was all he said before she did.
“Four,” she said, tears now making their way down her cheeks.
The fifth swat hurt like hell, and then he started on her sit spots.
“Halfway there,” Oliver said as he placed a sixth on the top of one of her thighs.
“Seven,” she said as he placed a hard swat to her sit spot.
“Eight,” she groaned between sobs as the top of her thigh took another hit.
“Nine, ten,” she managed before she heard him lay the paddle on the desk. He pulled her up and she was in his arms before she really knew what had happened. What was this? He was holding her and whispering in her ear as she sobbed against his chest.
“There, there, it’s all over now, Karia. That’s a good girl, let it all out,” he was saying.
And she did. She cried and sobbed and held on to his shirt. When she had finally calmed and the sobs became occasional hiccups, he reached down and pulled her panties up gently. Her skirt fell back into place and he positioned her at arm’s length. Then, he handed her a tissue.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
How did she feel? Really, he was asking that after he’d just blistered the hell out of her ass? She couldn’t be honest with him. That was for sure. She couldn’t tell him that she wanted him to kiss her at this very moment, to tell her that he wanted her. What in the bloody hell was wrong with her? So, instead, she simply said, “May I go now, sir?”
He sighed and said, “Yes, of course.”
Buy Links:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B087C7CBZY
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B087C7CBZY
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B087C7CBZY
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B087C7CBZY
Watch for book three, Karia and the Master, in the coming months!
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