He was a Dominant new to the lifestyle. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for.
Thomas is at his breaking point.
Work, studies, boring sex, lust for his sexy boss and his own kinky needs are driving him insane.
He’s had fantasies of being a Dom all his life but never had the courage to try.
Thomas is sick of hiding. When his dominatrix best friend offers to train him, he jumps in with both feet.
In walks Kat, a pro sub and a masochist extraordinaire.
That sassy, creative force of nature becomes his partner in crime as he explores the world of BDSM and grows his confidence.
All he hoped for was to perfect the art of bondage, punishing spanking, dominant touch, and rough lovemaking. He didn’t expect to fall in love with her… and for Kat to return his feelings. Kat is the first girl he grew to care for. She’s also a hot mess of epic proportions, with a short attention span and a mind full of insecurities.
What happens when her life spirals out of control?
Lack of direction and crippling anxieties are Kat’s biggest enemies. Can Thomas help her defeat her own fears with strict rules and iron discipline?
Is he strong enough to save her from herself?
Unorthodox Dom is 30,000 words erotic romance novella featuring hot, erotic action, a newbie Dominant, a bratty submissive in need of proper handling and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating, HFN. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy. You can read it as a standalone. Bonus material – Chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy
WARNING! The book is intended for mature audience. All the characters are over 18 years old. Please, read the disclaimer at the front part of the book before you download it.
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“You’re so beautiful when you suffer,” I whispered, drenched the edge of the crop with her thick nectar and brought it to her nose. “If I owned you, I’d keep you tied and gagged until I decided you’d had too much.”
I made the final crop hit across her chest. That earned me another agonized scream. I could watch her like this all day but I didn’t want to damage her. Using the clover clamps was already pushing the safety boundaries.
I leaned forward to kiss the line between her breasts and slowly unscrewed the metal teeth around her nipples. When the tender buds were free of the cruel bite, I went to kiss her chest, lick her nipples and ease the hot pain. My fingers stroked her other breast and rubbed the sore spots, marked in red, rough lines. I sank my teeth into her nipple and got up to look at her face, enjoying the battle in those pretty eyes.
Kat’s altered emotional and mental state made me insatiable. I wanted more of her internal struggle. So I decided to push the boundaries one more time. When I pulled my lips away from her aching nipple, I took one of the candles from the bedside table and tipped it. A thin line of wax started dripping down her skin. Allie chose that moment to remove the ball gag so Kat’s cries resounded through the room, desperate yet so sensual.
“Please… please… it’s too much.”
Her clit was pounding. I kept running the line of wax across her body and Allie resumed the vibe torture. Kat sucked in her breath and squeezed her hands so hard she probably left marks all over her palms.
“Shhh…” I kissed her lips lightly. My tenderness contrasted to the pain provoked by the wax. “Relax, kitten. You’re really close and you were such a good girl. You can do it.”
She was still except for her trembling shoulders, staring at the floor, like a praying sinner and a guilty child. It broke my heart to see her that way and feel her anguish. The nausea threatened to make me dizzy but I pushed it away, walked closer to my girlfriend and started circling around her. Kat didn’t react to my presence. The only move she made was to lower her head. I could taste her fear as if it was black liquid sticking to my skin. It had been with her all along under the mask of makeup, charming smiles, and sass. She was finally stripped of her defenses.
I placed a hand on her shoulder. She raised her eyes to meet mine. The sight of Kat’s face was like a stab in my chest. Her cheeks were swollen and red after hours of crying. It was easy to see her eyes were bloodshot, even under the faint light.
“Thomas, I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible—”
I didn’t say anything, just put a finger on her lips. Earlier, I’d decided that it was best not to spare her. The sight of her made me change my mind. She was going through her own personal hell. It was much worse than anything even the greatest sadist could do to her. What Kat needed was kindness even if she felt she deserved a thousand whips.
After a few minutes of only looking at her eyes, my fingers ran down her cheek to wipe away a tear. I whispered in a soothing voice, “I’ll sit in that armchair. You’ll crawl to me on your hands and knees and put your head in my lap. Do you understand, Kat?”
She nodded. I smiled reassuringly and kissed her wet, chapped lips. When I walked away from her and sat down, my confidence slowly started coming back. Kat crawled slowly back to me, like a wounded, scared kitten, sniffling, trying to look strong. She laid her head on my knee and I rested my hand on her soft hair.
“Please, little one, just talk to me.”
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