Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

By A. Anders

An alpha male who wrestles bulls can’t fight his feelings when he loses his memory and falls for the sworn male enemy of his female fiancée. A sassy heroine and a cocky co-worker go from enemies to lovers in this spankingly good dominance and submission romance that has more than a few laughs.

LUCY
Lucy Hollingsworth knew one thing, that she loved Cristiano. As the spoilt daughter of a billionaire, she was used to everyone falling over themselves trying to give her what she wanted. Cristiano wasn't like that. He had rules and knew how to discipline bad girls like her. Cristiano was the type of man who made Lucy's curvy body tingle.

But what would become of their love when after Cristiano asks Lucy to marry him, a car accident takes away his memory? Will Lucy be able to jog his memory and return things to the way they were? Or will Lucy's life suddenly take an unimaginable turn?

CRISTIANO
Cristiano Rivero has always been a man who takes who he wants, and who he wanted was the beautiful Lucy Hollingsworth. Sure, she was a bit spoilt, but he knew how to handle a pampered princess like her, by dominating her with a strong hand and a firm leather paddle. Lucy couldn’t get enough of it.

But after a car accident leaves Cristiano without his memory, something unexpected happens. He meets a guy named Pete and has unexplainable feelings for him. Why would Cristiano want so badly to get him naked? Was Pete someone from Cristiano’s forgotten past?

PETE
Peter Baron has a secret. After meeting the gorgeous Cristano in a coffee shop, he realizes he knows who Cristiano’s fiancée is. She’s the spoilt heiress to the billion-dollar company he’s trying to take over. She has been spurning Pete’s advances and humiliating him at every turn. Is Cristiano Pete’s opportunity to get his revenge on Lucy, or is Cristiano actually the man of Pete’s dreams?

But, what if Pete’s feelings towards Lucy isn’t venomous at all. What if he’s acting out of unrequited love? Could the three of them instead create a life together? Or, in their escalating battle, will Pete do something that finally goes too far?

Domination, submission, paddling and, exhibitionism are just a few of the things that lead to the unexpected twists and turns of the ‘Rules For Spanking.’

‘Rules For Spanking’ is a very steamy, ultra high heat standalone bisexual menage romance with explicit MF, MM, MFM and MMF scenes. Contains a not-to-be-missed HEA ending!

• Language: English
• Publisher: RateABull Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463583005

Book preview

Chapter 1

Lucy entered the small Mexican bar crackling with excitement. She had been there before, yet she had no idea what to expect.

ID? A barrel-chested asked just inside the door.

Lucy’s cheeks reddened as she reached down into her clutch. Following Cristiano’s command, she had worn a jacket and short skirt without a blouse or underwear. The cut of her jacket made that clear. And feeling the bouncer’s eyes bathing the delicate skin of her chest, she retrieved her ID and handed it to him.

Lucy had never been an exhibitionist. She had always been a little heavier than her friends causing her to want to cover up. On top of that, she was the daughter of a billionaire. She had been raised to dress to her position.

That was one of the things that thrilled her so much about Cristiano. He pushed her far past her comfort zone. She felt like a different person when she was with him. And about to meet him inside, she collected her ID, lifted her chin, and continued into the richly colored bar.

Lucy scanned all of the occupied tables and bar stools as she walked through. People were staring at her. She wondered how many of them could tell what she was up to. Could they guess the game that she and Cristiano were playing? Probably not, she decided.

But even saying that, she couldn’t help but feel naked and exposed to everyone in the crowded bar. The sensation thrilled her. And spotting Cristiano seated at the bar next to an open bar stool, Lucy’s heart thumped suddenly confronted by what the night would hold.

Hi, Lucy said getting Cristiano’s attention.

Cristiano slowly turned around. His perfectly tanned Spanish complexion was as smooth as melted chocolate. His jet black hair spiked in the front and then spread across his head in waves. Built like a world-class soccer player, Cristiano could only be described as mouthwateringly gorgeous. Just looking into his hazel eyes made the flesh between her legs clench. Feeling his strength emanate off of him, Lucy had to do everything she could to prevent her knees from buckling.

Sit, Cristiano said barely offering a smile.

Lucy did as she was told finding a glass of red wine in front of her.

Tonight you will be drinking Pinot Noir, he told her firmly.

Thank you, she said feeling heat waft from her body.

Before Lucy had even said it, Cristiano had turned away. With his hand clutching the Margarita in front of him he was now ignoring her. She needed his attention. But knowing there was nothing she could do to get it before he was ready to give it, Lucy stewed in her desire and took a sip of her wine.

Tonight, there are three rules, Cristiano said breaking the silence.

It was then that Cristiano turned and peered deeply into Lucy’s eyes. The force of his gaze made Lucy melt. Cristiano continued.

After drinking a third of your wine, you will get the first rule. After another third, you will get the second rule. Once you’ve finished the glass, you will get the final. Do you understand?

I think so, she said feeling her body ignite with pleasure.

Good.

Not wanting to seem hurried but desperate to get the first rule, Lucy took another sip of wine. It was then that Cristiano briefly lowered his mask.

So, how have you been? He asked shifting her knees between his and resting his hand on the outside of her thigh.

Lucy remembered that she wasn’t wearing underwear. She imagined him working his hand slowly between her legs. How many people around them would see it? Would they think that she was his slut? The thought of it turned her on even more.

She was Lucynthia Hollingsworth after all. She could bring a waiter to tears just by suggesting that her steak was overcooked. Having someone who could make her feel weak and vulnerable was more than just her fantasy, it was something she lived for.

I’ve been good. I told my father that he could screw himself he thinks I’m going to marry Peter just so he has someone to run the company.

Cristiano smiled. I don’t understand you and your family.

What you mean?

First, no one in my family would have ever talked to our father that way. Second, my father would never have tried to marry my sister off as if she was livestock.

My family is fucked up, Lucy admitted.

That’s what happens when you have too much money. You start thinking that everyone around you is a tool to help you make more money.

Lucy didn’t like to admit it, but she knew that Cristiano was right. Her family’s money was a double edged sword. She had always gotten anything she wanted but the price her father made her pay for it was always high. Lucy took a big swig of wine allowing it to sit in her mouth before swallowing it with a chug.

Remembering, she looked down at her glass. Excitement overtook her as she realized that she was a third of the way through. She could now ask for the night’s first rule.

I think I’m ready, she said shifting her glass.

Cristiano allowed his eyes to dip towards Lucy’s Pinot Noir. As he stared at it, his eyes became cold. Lucy’s heart thundered watching him transform. Suddenly she became scared that she hadn’t drunk enough. Relief washed over her as Cristiano looked up and gave her the hint of a smile.

Seeing him lean in, Lucy did the same. It was then that Lucy felt Cristiano’s thick fingers push between her closed thighs towards the outskirts of her swollen pussy. She suddenly couldn’t breathe.

The first rule is that once we cross the door to my apartment, you will address me as Sir. You will say, yes, Sir and no, Sir. Do you understand?

Lucy swallowed losing herself in the moment. With her mouth dry she forced a reply. Yes, Sir.

Very good, Cristiano said with a smile.

Leaning back, Lucy felt his thick fingers retreat. They didn’t go far settling with a tight grip on the inside of her knee. Anyone seated on either side of them or walking by could see it. She was both embarrassed and aroused. But knowing that tonight she was his to command, she took a deep breath and lost herself in his sensual touch.

Have you told your father about me yet? He asked with a lighter smile.

Hearing the question Lucy was snapped out of her trance. Cristiano had never been so direct before. She had certainly gotten the impression that he didn’t like being her secret, but she had explained the delicate politics of her household.

Cristiano was everything she had ever dreamed of in a man, but there were complications. Her father had his sights set on a man like Peter Baron for her. Peter was a cutthroat ivy-league type. Cristiano was not and that was one of the reasons she liked him.

No, Cristiano was what Lucy described as a real man. There was nothing secretive or backstabbing about Cristiano’s power. Sure, he was brutish and thick headed sometimes, but when he wrapped his strong hands around her shoulders and gripped her tightly, she knew she was in the presence of a man. She wasn’t the spoilt daughter of a billionaire when she was with Cristiano. She was just a girl in the arms of a strong man.

Taking another sip of wine, Lucy turned her attention back towards Cristiano. How is your project coming? She asked hesitantly.

Cristiano smiled at her. My project? It is coming along well.

When will you tell me about it? Lucy asked as curious about it as about what the night’s second rule was.

I will tell you about it when it is time, he said firmly.

Lucy knew that tone. Cristiano never did anything before he was ready. It was another of the frustrating things about him. Everyone else bowed to her will. Cristiano never did.

I can’t believe that you still won’t tell me.

Maybe I just want you to think about what it is. It could be anything. My project could be the answer to all of your dreams or nothing at all.

Lucy’s mouth dropped open in angered surprise. You’re terrible. I think you’re just trying to make me suffer.

Cristiano laughed his deep belly laugh. He could also be quite devious and this was clearly one of those times. Out of frustration, Lucy took two big gulps of wine. Confirming how much was left she placed it on the bar in front of Cristiano.

Well, I think I’m ready for my next rule, she said needing to get something from him.

It looks like you are.

Cristiano leaned forward again. This time his hand slid up her leg until his middle finger pressed against her swelling clit. It tickled as much as it sent her into ecstasy. He then pushed his finger left and right stimulating her. Her face flush as she fought to contain her response. He really was terrible but in the best possible way.

Rule number two. Tonight we will have safe words.

Knowing what that meant, Lucy swallowed. Okay.

If you want me to stop, you will say apple. If you say that, the night will be over and everything will end. If you want me to give you a moment to rest, you will say banana. When you say grapes, I will continue. Do you understand?

Still feeling the back of his finger flick her clit, she fought for breath and said, yes, Sir. She was sliding towards orgasm as he once again removed his hand returning it this time to the edge of her short skirt.

Staring at her lover’s face she knew that she was ready for the night to begin. She wanted so badly to toss back the remainder of the wine and get her final rule but she used every ounce of her self-control to present herself as the lady her father always demanded she be.

A moment of silence developed between them. Whereas Cristiano seemed comfortable in the silence, Lucy needed desperately to hear his voice.

Cristiano, can you tell me another story about when you were a bullfighter.

Cristiano looked at Lucy curiously. "I’ve told you, I was not a bullfighter. Bullfighters are people in tight pants dancing around a trained bull. I was a vaquero with a number of aggressive bulls. There were no cheers when I climbed on top of a bull. It was just the life of my fellow cowboys on the line.

And more than that, we couldn’t kill any of them. But we also couldn’t force them to do anything. They were 400 pounds. We had to make them submit to us. We had to help them see that their only choice was to bend to our will.

Lucy listened closely. It was no wonder that she felt helpless to his desires. If he could bend the will of an unruly beast, what chance did she have under his seductive touch?

With only a little wine left, Lucy lifted the glass and emptied the remainder into her mouth. With the familiar bitterness still pooled on her tongue, she looked over at Cristiano. Her heart raced knowing that this was it. The final rule would reveal the crux of their game. What would it be? She swallowed scared but needing to find out.

I’m done, she announced tingling as she did.

Cristiano looked at the glass pleased. Then it’s time for your final rule. As he leaned in again he made no attempt to hide the destination of his fingers. The ease in which they pushed into her told her that she was wet. She couldn’t believe that he was fingering her in the middle of a bar but he was. With his thumb applying pressure on her clit as he did, she leaned forward gripping his leg doing her best not to cum.

Tonight you will be presented with three toys. You will have to choose one. With each choice comes a different set of circumstances. You will not know what those circumstances are but you will have to choose one of the toys.

Lucy felt Cristiano’s finger push towards her G spot. She could hardly breathe. She knew that she was supposed to acknowledge his final rule in some way but she could barely think straight.

Do you understand what I’ve said? Cristiano said with a pleased look on his face.

Yes, Sir, she eventually squeaked.

Do you think you’re ready for this? Cristiano asked slowly removing himself from inside of her.

As her senses returned to her, so did her courage. There is only one way to find out, she said with a smile.

With that, Cristiano got up, pulled back his barstool and gave Lucy room to get out. As she got up, she felt everyone’s eyes on her. No one had missed the show. She had liked that.

Lucy smiled as she lifted her chin and headed towards the door. Exiting she led the way to her Porsche. Cristiano lived close by but she had driven so what was the point of walking. Feeling Cristiano’s hand on her ass they walked without talking. Planting herself in her car, Lucy started the engine and then looked at Cristiano confused.

I’m sorry, you’re going to have to direct me, she told him.

How many times have you come to my place? Cristiano asked with a smile.

A lot, but my mind isn’t thinking straight right now, she joked.

 Fair enough, Cristiano said with a smile.

Cristiano directed Lucy around the corner to his door. Standing in front of it with his keys in his hand, he turned towards her. His demeanor had changed. His eyes were unforgiving. His voice was a bass drum.

Do you remember the rules? He asked.

I think so, Lucy said beginning to shake with anticipation.

Repeat them.

Lucy thought for a moment fighting her swirling mind. I must call you Sir as soon as we step inside, she said looking up and getting confirmation. Apple is to stop, banana is to wait and grapes is to go. And I’m going to have to choose between three toys.

Good girl, he said in a voice that rattled the lips of her pussy.

It was then that he opened the door ushering Lucy inside. The soft beige carpet, the Spanish paintings on the wall, this was all familiar to her. Even so, she wasn’t sure where she was supposed to go.

Cristiano stepped in front of her leading her to the hallway. Entering the bedroom, she noticed something different. On the bureau just past the door was a white silk tablecloth. On top of that were a series of toys.

Staring at each made Lucy’s breath hitch. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking. Her fear and anticipation had become one. She knew she was eventually going to have to speak but at that moment it was hard for her to even remain standing.

Cristiano moved around the room purposefully. After lighting candles, he settled beside Lucy.

Now, you will have to choose between one of these three toys, he said pointing to the leather instruments. The one you choose here, he said pointing at the leather instruments, will determine which of these I use, he said shifting his finger towards a group of blindfolds and wrist straps.

If you would like the paddle, he said pointing to a leather object twice as wide as a ruler, then you will say, please, Sir, may I have the paddle. If you would like the crop, then you will say, please, Sir, may I have the crop. If you would like the flog, you will say, please, Sir, may I have the flog. Do you understand? He asked in a rumbling tone.

Speechless, she nodded her head.

Then, decide, he said leaving her to make her decision.

Lucy stared at the three toys in front of her. She could barely believe what she was seeing. She swallowed thinking about how each of them would feel smacked across her ass. Her pussy clenched at the thought. Her breaths quickened as her pulse increased.

For the first few moments, Lucy barely thought of anything at all. Hearing the music turn on she forced herself to focus. Cristiano would be back in moments and demand an answer. Lucy needed to know what she was going to say.

Imagining the leather paddle struck across her tender rare, Lucy closed her eyes. She imagined having to brace herself. She imagined the sting reverberating through her body. It was erotic.

She then pictured the crop in Cristiano’s strong hands. She thought about the wallop that would follow. It was a long stick attached to a folded leather tab. She imagined the pain as it hit her ass. She thought it would feel magical.

Finally, she imagined the flog. There had to be thirty individual leather straps dangling from its short handle. She tried to think of how each would feel connecting with her bare buttock. It was almost beyond comprehension.

Again staring at the three toys, Lucy felt no closer to making a decision. She badly wanted Cristiano to step in and make the decisions for. She knew he wasn’t going to do that, though.

Have you decided? Cristiano said standing so close to her that she could feel his body heat envelop her.

I don’t know, Sir, Lucy admitted.

You will have to decide, he said firmly.

Disappointed that she couldn’t have all three, Lucy took a deep breath and allowed her mind to settle on what would be tonight’s toy.

Please, Sir, may I have… the paddle.

Lucy searched Cristiano’s eyes for whether she had made a good choice. He gave no indication. Instead, he moved to the bed and sat down.

Stand here, Cristiano said pointing to the ground in front of him.

Lucy did as she was told. Standing before him she was prepared to submit to him fully. Anything he wanted, he could take. The vulnerability that she felt in Cristiano’s presence was unlike any she had ever felt in her life.

Undress, he ordered.

As Lucy undressed, she felt like she was undressing for him for the first time. She removed her jacket exposing her breasts. She watched his eyes for a reaction and got none. She then reached by her