Be My Guest On Tuesday: Felicity Brandon and Tamed (The Dark Necessities Book 2)

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Happy 2019! I’m happy to present my first guest for 2019. A few weeks ago I presented Felicity Brandon and the first part of her brand new dark romance series The Dark Necessities. Felicity remained true to her promise and you can get Book 2 today. The final book in the series will be in January 2019 so stay tuned.

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Synopsis

He took her, he caged her, but can he truly tame her?

Lost in the woods, author Molly Clary is running for her life. After being trapped in the torrid dark world of Connor Reilly, Molly has made a desperate escape from the tantalizing torment, but little does she know what fate awaits her.

Connor is both a man and a monster, and in the depths of his depravity, something scintillating will bloom between them. Molly finds that she is falling for the sadist, a dangerous attraction that will take her right to the brink.

So, now it’s Molly’s choice. Can she manage the monster in order to lure the love of the man? A man who has already demonstrated just how cruel his sadistic streak can be?
And when the truth is finally revealed, Molly will need to decide. Where do her true loyalties lie?

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Tamed is the heart-stopping continuation of the dark romance, Taken. Molly and Connor’s liaison concludes in the hotly anticipated, Entwined.

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Excerpt 1

You’re going to hurt me?” she probed, as she blinked up into the place she knew those green eyes were.

She didn’t know why she asked, because the answer was obvious. Of course, he was going to hurt her. He was going to make her suffer, and he’d try to break her if he could.

You will be punished,” he assured her in an unnervingly gentle tone. “Then tamed, and trained to please me. And you will write for me.”

Connor’s hand touched her face in the darkness, those digits finding the hot tears which she had barely even realised were falling. Her own fingers fell from his jaw at the weight of his caress. As though they were acting on some type of reflex, they found his chest, and she pressed her small palms against his shirt. Drawing her hair back, his hand rested at her nape, holding her in place as he continued. “There were only ever two rules, pet. Do you remember them?”

He was close now. Molly knew that, even though her eyes had fallen closed at the sensation of his fingers. She could feel his breath against her face, the heat reminding her of the way he’d claimed her body just last night. Her eyes blinked open as she tried to compose herself. This was not the time for sensual memories, Molly, she rebuked herself. You’re about to get taken – again – by this monster. You need to do something. You need to kick, run, throw a punch… And yet, she already knew it was too late. She was falling deeper into his trap, even now as he spoke. It wasn’t his body holding her in place, but his mesmerising ability to capture her with his words.

“Pet?” He repeated, his tone expectant. “The rules?”

“To obey you, Master,” she parroted, as though she was answering a school test. “And to write for you.”

“There’s my good girl,” he purred, the hand at her neck drawing her face even closer to his body. “I knew you hadn’t forgotten.”

His tone was soft, but patronising, and a part of her wanted to raise her hand and slap him for mocking her. But that part was small and insignificant now, a remnant of the woman she used to be, before Connor Reilly crashed into her life. Now that same tone was all sexy and dominant. The voice of the man who commanded her. The voice of her Master.

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Excerpt 2

Strapped down to the spanking bench, Molly’s legs were splayed wider than she expected, and her hips were raised by a pile of strategically placed blankets against the leather. She didn’t counter or even try to resist him. What would be the point? She was chained and helpless. Connor was physically stronger than her, and now that he was back in his own domain, he seemed larger than life again. There was no hope of getting away, and that meant taking whatever punishment he was about to dish out.

I spent the entire drive here contemplating how best to punish you, pet.”

Connor’s voice jarred her from her miserable musings, and she turned her head toward it. He was stood there, dressed only in black jogging pants. His lean, muscular torso was on display for her to see, concealed only by his strong arms which were folded in front of his chest.

Of course, I can spank you,” he went on. “I can paddle that delicious backside of yours to within an inch of your life, but I want more than that. I need it. I need to make sure you know what will happen when you defy me.”

Molly panted around the gag. Somehow, the thing hadn’t seemed so bad on the way home, but then she had slept through the whole thing. Now though, her jaw was aching already, and it had only been back in place for a few minutes. Her eyes locked with Connor’s, his resolve evident from just the briefest of connections. He was clearly telling her the truth. Whatever penance was to come, he had obviously spent a lot of time considering it. The thought was not reassuring.

As such,” Connor continued. “I have concluded that your punishment should not just be about pain. It should be about pleasure too, or in fact, your complete lack of it.”

He shifted from his place beside her, stalking to one of the walls in front of her face. Molly strained her head to see what he was doing, her neck screaming at the contorted angle. Ignoring its plea, she caught sight of him collecting a few items. One was an ominous-looking wooden paddle, and another looked like some type of large, industrial vibrator. There was something else, too, but she lost sight of it as he passed by the side of her head.

Her face fell back to the leather, confusion shrouding her mind. Why did he need a vibrator? Was he going to torture her with orgasms? The thought sounded tantalizing, although if she knew anything about Connor, then she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d already implied there would be no pleasure, so…

Thwack!

She pulled hard against the straps at her ankles and wrists. He’d hit her! The son of a bitch had hit her while she’d been thinking. She twisted her face right to try and catch sight of him, but all she could make out was his silhouette in her peripheral vision.

First, we warm up this sweet behind,” he declared.

Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it to crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.

Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”

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Excerpt 3

You will take my cock wherever I choose to put it.”

His voice was like thunder now, and her body trembled in response. As Molly submitted, she pressed her hot tears into the leather in front of her. It was a small act, but deep down he knew it meant something.

Surrender.

At the very least, she had conceded the point, and that was good enough for Connor. Emboldened by her reaction, his dick grew even larger. Ruthlessly, he drove the remainder of it into her arse, delighting at the shriek which the thrust provoked from Molly’s lips.

“Take it,” he demanded, easing from her, before plunging back again.

She called out, the sound morphing into a low sob at the back of her throat.

“This is what happens to naughty pets who run.”

He buried himself deep inside her tightest channel as he assessed her reddened face. There was no doubt she was sorry now. She certainly looked it, but it was too late. Far too late. And Molly had a lesson to learn.

“I could have made this good for you, kitten,” he growled. “I could have lubed you right up and made this a satisfying, sensual experience. But you…” Connor hesitated, delivering four fast thrusts in quick succession. “You could not be good. You chose to run from me.”

Molly was sobbing now, her face a hot mess based on his limited view.

“Bad pet,” he continued, slapping her right cheek. “That’s what you are.”

The impact made her gasp, her muscles clenching out of instinct.

“Tell me!” The command echoed around the dark walls. “Tell me what you are.”

She mumbled a humiliating reply through the small plastic ball. The sound made his balls tighten, driving him closer and closer to shooting his load deep inside her behind.

“Very bad,” he agreed as he thrust balls deep into her once more. “And bad pets get all their hole’s punished.”

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Excerpt 4

I hope it was good for you, pet,” he snarled as the scratch at his face stung in the cool night air. “Because that was the last time you’re ever going to strike me.”

She screamed at his words, but the sound coming from her lips sounded more like frustration, than terror. “But, it’s alright for you to strike me?” she snapped back, her head twisting toward him as he forced her a few meters back toward the waiting sedan.

Of course,” he told her in a mocking tone. “You belong to me, pet. Remember? I will strike you when the need arises. To punish you, to train you. We’ve been all through this already, or at least I thought we had.”

No!” she yelled, resisting his retreat as much as her bare feet would allow on the road. “Stop it, you fucker. I don’t want this!”

Oh really?” he asked calmly as his back reached the edge of the car. “You don’t want this. Are you sure? That wasn’t what you were telling me in bed last night. You recall that, right? The time you practically begged to join me in bed, after you begged me to fuck you?”

Something in his questions seemed to resonate and for the first time since he’d pounced, Molly stopped fighting. Her body sagged against him, the rage inside her small frame apparently dissolving right in front of him.

That was different,” she mumbled into her chest. “You were different.”

Connor glanced down at his little pet, surveying her as best he could in the darkness. Perhaps her accusation was accurate. He probably had seemed different the night he’d pleasured and fucked her. Certainly, he had felt different. But Molly didn’t understand the plan. Her captivity wasn’t just about pleasure – it couldn’t be. It was about training her, taming her, and making her into the thing he wanted. A pretty little pet who would suck his cock on command, right after she’d written their prose.

The man who took you out here was the same guy who licked your sweet pussy, pet,” he informed her flatly. “Both men are me, and both are your Master.”

Molly threw her head back, slumping against his chest as though he’d just walloped her. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t go back there with you. I can’t do this.”

She sounded distraught.

Broken.

The notion pleased him, although she really had no idea what it meant to be broken. Not yet. But she would.

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Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.

She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Logan Fox and Dark Rapture

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Merry Christmas everyone. Today I have a rather dark cartel romance on my blog brought to you by Logan Fox.

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A desperate stripper. A secluded manor owned by three billionaires. And a savage evil sheltered deep within its luxurious walls.

When Pearl accepts a 100,000 dollar paycheck to work as a Fox at a members-only gentleman’s club, she’s excited to start. In thirty days, she’d be debt free with enough money to begin a new life. But on arrival, her possessions and identity are unexpectedly stripped and she’s denied contact with the outside world.

Pearl discovers that Foxes often disappear once their contracts have expired. The arrival of an undercover cop only serves to prove that nothing is as it seems at the Fox pit.

Can Pearl escape the treacherous manor in time, or has this evil ground already claimed its next victim?

If you like disturbing, riveting psychological thrillers then you’ll be mesmerized by Dark Rapture.

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#MidWeekTease – Unorthodox Union First Chapter #BDSM

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Hey there Wednesday teasers.

Remember me? This summer I’ve been sharing a lot of excerpts from my novel Unorthodox Union. Well, it’s finally published, along with a boxed set. It’s the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. It’s kind of bittersweet but I’m happy I finished that trilogy.

I have a lot of projects for 2019 so I’ll be around a lot. Meanwhile, I wanted to share Chapter One with you.

Unorthodox Union is the final installment of the Unorthodox Trilogy. Book 1 – Unorthodox Therapy and 2 – Unorthodox Chemistry are available on Amazon. The full trilogy is also available in one boxed set (currently at a premium price of 3.99).

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CHAPTER ONE

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It was a bright June morning when I woke up and thought for a brief moment it was time to take matters into my own hands. Last night I had fallen asleep in the usual position, exhausted after hours of sweet torture, pain and begging until my throat went dry. When we both came down from our high place, Thomas drew me on top of his chest. I buried my head in his shoulder until his breathing slowed down to a gentle sway and his heart stopped beating like crazy. He kept stroking the small of my back with soft fingertips and they traced the red lines across it—the very same crimson stripes he had painted with a riding crop an hour ago while my wrists were bound to his headboard.
His hands were dancing across those lines, as delicate as a feather or flowing silk.
Sometimes, in those minutes while my mind was still soaring, high on endorphins, I found it difficult to believe that the same man who whipped and broke me was capable of so much affection. Those two extremes, the black and white parts of his soul, never failed to make my body sing. Still, it was hard to rationalize once my orgasm faded and I found myself curled on top of him, shaking with the aftershock.
Not that I needed to rationalize our dynamic. All I wanted was to revel in it.
Last night I’d stayed awake much longer than him and remained still to listen to his pulse and enjoy our shared warmth. The ripe white moon had peeked through the window and its beams fell across our interwoven bodies. My lover’s soft breathing and the subconscious tender caress of his fingers over my sore flesh usually lulled me into a deep sleep.
It had been a rough week at the office and I often had a hard time falling asleep. The last few months at ChaosTech had been a nightmare. We were doing well but I was still struggling to restore our position from before the sex scandal. I often ended up staying at the office after hours to go over different plans and strategies. My workload and anxiety had led to heavy episodes of insomnia. I’d wake up at very odd hours and couldn’t even blink until the break of dawn. Thomas knew how troubled my mind was and made sure I forgot all about work while we were together over the weekends. He put me through my paces and whipped the stress out of me.
We didn’t make love, as that was the last thing my overwhelmed brain needed. Instead, he fucked me like a beast in heat. I took all his violence and aggression, and begged for more.
Thomas fully exhausted me, yet I was lying awake in the still, peaceful night.
Something had been on my mind lately. It’d been a rough journey ever since we got back together but the last few months had been pure bliss and I often wondered if we weren’t too happy. There was one last step we needed to take but Thomas still had a mountain of excuses.
He had his reasons and maybe I should have been pleased with the way things were. Yet, restlessness wouldn’t loosen its grip on my throat, and kept wiping the sleep from beneath my eyelids.
I made up my mind after an hour of lying and staring at the moon pattern down our legs. Thomas had set boundaries and I was about to disobey his orders, but sometimes my Dom needed that. I had been a very good girl since we got back together so he rewarded me for my enthusiastic submission and obedience.
It was time to push our limits. What I wanted was to help him face his demons. Still, some bratty part of me was thrilled at the thought of all the things he might do with me once he found out what I was up to.
Finally, I drifted into a peaceful slumber.
By that time, the moon was already fading from the sky. When I opened my eyes, strings of golden sunshine had replaced its pale blue beams. I yawned and blinked a few times until I got used to the light. Thomas was still sleeping heavily with his arms wrapped around me in a possessive embrace. It was tempting to let go of my plans and stay curled up next to him until the sun was high in the sky. The fog was still clouding my brain and I wondered what had I been thinking the night before.
It could wait.
Tomorrow…
Or next Saturday, perhaps.
Maybe if I waited until the fall, Thomas would come to his senses and I wouldn’t have to push him… Or we could wait until Christmas… or next spring when it would be a better time for cleaning.
Or, you know, never? Why ruin a beautiful morning with a descent into darkness? Why mess with our current state of bliss? Hadn’t we been through enough drama over the past two years?
I cast my fearful thoughts away and slid from beneath Thomas’ arms. Even that sneaky, careful movement made him stir in his sleep. He murmured my name.
“Shh…” I kissed him, caressed his face and used my best lulling voice. “It’s early. Go back to sleep.”
Thomas was clearly still too deep in slumber to register my words or presence. Still, he nodded and rolled over onto his side.
I yawned again, stretched my arms and went through the drawer Thomas kept for me. I’d been at his home every weekend since we got back together in March and it made sense I should have some space for my clothes. Granted, whenever we were indoors, I was naked with the red boots and black collar on, but we often went out and I needed some casual clothes. Our relationship was slowly finding its routine, and at times it felt like we were getting domesticated. That didn’t bother me as much as it would have two summers ago.
Our separation had been long and painful but it put many things into perspective.
There were some things that still triggered me a little. I shied away every time Thomas wanted to take a selfie of us in some beautiful place, or to simply take a picture of me whenever inspiration struck him. It was nothing to be afraid of, just your normal boyfriend/girlfriend pictures one could find on every social media. The sense of unease when he aimed the camera at me wouldn’t let me go, though, and I ended up looking stiff and nervous. I always asked him to delete the pictures and he never protested.
Still, there were worse things than a mild fear of being photographed, right?
I ignored the nagging sensation and kept searching for a good cleaning outfit.
After some browsing through the carefully folded T-shirts and jeans, I picked up a pair of yoga pants and a flimsy camisole with deep cleavage. It showed most of my breasts and their frequently hard nipples. There was no way I could go out dressed like that but Thomas loved seeing me in that outfit when we were all alone.
One of his recent favorite games was to tie my wrists to the shower stand over his bathtub while I was wearing it. The sheer fabric clung to my curves when he used the showerhead to pour cold water over me. I screamed and protested against that cruelty. My ardent cries made him laugh harder and he directed the cold spray between my wide-open thighs. Only a thin layer of barely there fabric protected my sensitive pussy lips from the assault of the cold jets. Heat would rise to my clit and nipples.
“If you don’t enjoy it, pet, why don’t you put it as a hard limit?” Thomas would whisper in my ear with delicious mockery as he ground the showerhead harder against my aroused cunt. The cold stimulation, and the warmth of his breath and lips on my neck and earlobe would gradually break my resistance. I would sob, beg him not to stop, and sway my hips wildly to find release against the thick object between them. Thomas would raise the stakes by pinching my nipples. He knew how sensitive they were, ripe with blood after being under the freezing water.
He would withdraw the showerhead whenever I was seconds away from tipping just to drive me insane. Then he’d untie me from the shower but keep the bonds around my wrists, and whisper the four words that always turned me into putty.
“On your knees, pet.”
I would lower myself onto the cool tiles and take his cock between my lips. His stamina during such games was both amazing and frustrating. Especially when I was wiggling in the throes of a ruined orgasm. Once, Thomas spent nearly an hour fucking my face and using my mouth for his pleasure. I worked hard to satisfy him but the liquid fire, flowing juices and hard throbbing of my clit made me desperate for a simple touch.
He knew that and the only touch he would give me was the light caress of my hair as I was gagging on his shaft.
Finally, after a long period of sucking and licking, Thomas would bend me over the edge of the bathtub to fuck me from behind. He’d hand me the showerhead and make me press it against my clit. My breasts would stick out of the bathtub while he was pounding me and they swayed harder with each deep thrust. It was such a long, exhausting wait that nearly made me lose my mind. Once he rewarded me, the climax felt like liquid heat on the inside. That freezing cold water touching my most tender parts, and his warm, throbbing cock that stretched me open, were worth the torture.
Great. I frowned when I put on the top and the yoga pants, not bothering with any underwear. He’d conditioned me to associate the game with wearing that outfit. Simply putting it on made me wet even on mornings when my brain was still crying for caffeine. I rubbed my nipples through the cami, already hard with the sweet memories.
It was no time to distract myself, though; I had a mission.
Later, I thought with a lustful smile while I was tying my hair up in a ponytail. The mist in my mind was slowly clearing but I still needed something to wake me up. The warmth from the rays of sunshine didn’t make me feel more alert.
I picked up a bobby pin from the bedside table before I tiptoed my way to the kitchen. It was a primitive tool but it would fit my purposes.
The sun and the gorgeous blue sky outside made me question my intentions. Wouldn’t a walk outside be better before the weather flipped a switch and we had another weekend of clouds and fog? It was rare for me to enjoy an actual summer day so perhaps my wicked plans could wait…
I shook my head and walked to the fridge with the same quiet step. Normally, I would have prepared a fresh pot of coffee but that risked waking Thomas up. I swear, he was the ultimate caffeine monster even if he claimed Allie was much worse. He could catch the slightest whiff of coffee from the bedroom and would be up in seconds, doing a zombie-like walk and demanding his dose of morning bliss.
So I helped myself to one of his Monster cans. Energy drinks were not my favorite wake up elixir. They paled in comparison to the rich, sensual flavor of a cup of coffee, especially when I drank it from my lover’s lips. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. I needed to wake up before I proceeded with the next part of my plan.
The cobwebs began to clear after I finished half of the sugary poison and washed my face. I crossed the room to open the panoramic window and enjoy more of the view. The sight of the yachts swaying in the blue ocean with streaks of gold from the sunshine eased the nervous knot in my stomach. I leaned against the windowsill with a small smile and turned my eyes to the seagulls that hovered in the beautiful morning sky.
One of the noisy white birds made a dive into the water and resurfaced with a fish in its yellow beak… or at least it looked like a fish from that distance. A shiver went through my spine and I wrapped my arms around my body. Seagulls always provoked conflicted emotions. Their cries were a sound I enjoyed hearing. Some of my happiest early memories were from the beach when I was frolicking among the waves, laughing and chasing after the majestic birds that always evaded my grip.
When I was eight, I saw more of their dark side than I was prepared for. One of those beautiful seagulls I’d been admiring was tearing a pigeon apart right on the beach. The smaller bird was still alive while the predator was digging its beak into its flesh, among a flurry of gray feathers. Perhaps if I had seen it at a later age I wouldn’t have blinked, but that was the first act of violence I ever witnessed so it left its impact on my memory. If I closed my eyes I could evoke the bird’s cruel yellow eyes, filled with a dark gleam, and the blood splattered on the white sand.
I thought of one particular human who had even more cruelty and lack of remorse in his gaze.
I no longer saw Seth in my nightmares and was pretty much over fearing him, but still, another strong wince went through my chest. It was a temporary but powerful sensation and I had to push away the thought of him before it turned into anxiety.
The feeling was pretty close to the nerves I felt being in front of a camera.
It wasn’t the same, though. The moment I’d found closure with him in prison was the moment I let go of all he did to me. Yet could we truly live in peace knowing the beast was somewhere out there?
Locked between four walls and yet awake, alert and waiting for his chance to strike back.
The salty marine air was growing chillier against my prickled skin so I closed the panoramic window and headed downstairs. Sharp pain in my palm drew my attention and I realized I’d been clutching the bobby pin so hard it had left a small red mark.
I wiped a sweaty palm against the back of my yoga pants, took a deep breath and walked down the stairs with the same quiet step. My feet barely touched the ground.
The panic attacks that left me helpless and trembling like a chased animal were over. I gradually stopped following The Procedure. For a small fraction of time, the thought of him brought me back to these months of horror…
… and that night in March, exactly three weeks after our trip to Stinson Beach, when Thomas had called me out of the blue. He tried his best to sound in control and calm. I could always pick up on his intense emotions beneath the calm surface.
Thomas woke me up from a deep sleep and it took me about a minute to realize what he was talking about. His low, firm voice snapped me out of my foggy state. He ordered me not to leave my apartment and that he was coming to get me. I was supposed to keep my door locked and not let anyone in but him. When I asked him what the hell was going on, he sighed and said that Seth had called him from a hidden number.
Never had I thought a single sentence could hit me with the power of a thousand freezing showers.
We spent a long, anxious night in his house after he picked me up from my apartment. Thomas was on the phone for at least an hour. Finally, it became obvious we wouldn’t get any information about whether Seth was still in San Quentin that night. Meanwhile, I curled on his couch and flicked through different news channels to check whether there had been a prison break that evening. There was nothing—not on television and not on any of the news websites I went through on my phone. So, there was probably no reason to worry. That didn’t make Thomas or me feel any better, though.
Finally, the exhaustion beat us and we fell asleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch. He kept stroking my hair and whispering how everything would be okay. I wasn’t sure which of us he was trying to persuade. The bravado I’d been exuding when I’d walked out of the prison seemed ridiculous.
Only a few weeks later and that asshole was interfering with our lives again.
My nervousness from that night didn’t elevate to more than just fear. I was in control of my actions and didn’t let anxiety cloud my judgement or make me helpless and irrational.
The next day, I called the detective who had been working on my case to explain the situation. He was surprised to hear about it but promised to find out more. Later in the afternoon, Detective Davis rang me back to inform me Seth couldn’t have possibly contacted Thomas. He had been in solitary confinement at the time and he was still there so I had nothing to worry about.
I called Thomas to let him know the good news and later we got together for drinks at the bar next to my office. He looked visibly relieved at the news. Still, the look in his eyes was haunted and he said he feared what else was Seth capable of if he could contact him from solitary confinement. He squeezed his glass, turned around and stared blankly at the door as if he expected to see Seth walking through at any minute.
His pupils widened, pushing the bright green from his gaze. He spoke but his voice was muted and withdrawn like his expression.
“Don’t get me wrong, Lina—I’m happy he’s under lock and key and can’t hurt you. Just… I feel like I’m going insane. I…”
His fingers slowly caressed mine but he was still gazing at the amber liquid in his glass. “I have had nightmares of him and you for so long I fear he has soaked into me… like I’m losing my mind. What if last night was just a hallucination? Or maybe he’s really trying to mess with my mind.”
I sighed, grabbed his hand and leaned forward to kiss him. Thomas responded with some hesitation. When I sank my teeth into his lip and slid my tongue into his mouth, he slowly began to relax. We’d been kissing for a few minutes before I broke it and whispered against his lips, “I trust you, Thomas. I’m sure you talked to him and you’re not making it up.”
He laughed nervously and ran his fingers through my hair. “That means a lot coming from you. You have no idea how much it means to me that you believe me.”
I chuckled and nudged my lips against his.
“I’m serious. Seth is a sociopath of epic proportions but he’s also one of the smartest people I know. If there’s anyone who could make a call from solitary confinement, it’s him. In fact…” I intertwined my fingers with his and squeezed them. “I know for a fact he did it to try to mess with your mind. I guess I stirred the wasp’s nest when I showed up to talk to him.”
“Yeah, maybe…” Thomas smiled at me. “Still, I’m happy you went and confronted him. You look… different. Like you’ve got something back… something you lost that night he took you.”
“I feel different.” I took another sip of my Bloody Mary. “If this had happened years ago I’d have thought you were lying to me about Seth’s call. I’d probably break up with you and spend a long time being miserable.”
“Yes…” He drawled and the light slowly came back to his face. “That’s what you would’ve done. We’ve come a long way, little one.”
These words echoed in my mind while I was walking down the stairs to his former dungeon. Our journey together had been rough and our feet were bleeding as we grew together.
There was one final step we had to take to get out of the maze.
The basement door was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. Thomas had put a heavy padlock on it after we broke up, and said he had thrown away the key. I suggested he called a locksmith or simply cut off the shackle with a hacksaw or bolt cutters. He shrugged and said we had plenty of kinky sex anyway so why open it? Maybe we didn’t need it.
We both knew that the truth was much deeper than that.
It wasn’t easy to walk among those dark walls that looked so much like the labyrinth of his nightmares.
These stairs brought back memories of the night he lost control.
I picked up the padlock to test its weight, and squeezed it as if it were a beating heart. When I let go, I took a step back, picked up the bobby pin and removed one of the rubbers. Then I pulled it apart and flattened it into one long metal stick. The other end got bent smoothly when I created a little loop with it to use it as a handle.
Just like riding a bicycle. I chuckled when I dropped to my knees before the door and stuck the sharp edge into the lock. It slid into the hole with a little resistance until I got a sense of the pins in the padlock. The click on the inside was as soft as a needle falling to the floor. It was a sign I was moving in the right direction. My fingers were a little slippery but I had a firm grasp on the lever and slowly the stubborn pins moved out of the way.
After a minute of quiet clicking, the shackle gave in, and the padlock submitted, hanging open. I took a few seconds to admire my work. All those years out of practice and I hadn’t lost my touch. The thought filled me with pride. Familiar adrenalin rushed through me and sent chills all the way to my fingertips.
There was no time to indulge my little inner criminal. I removed the padlock and opened the basement door to face the familiar staircase. The cold, eerie darkness stared back at me as if it were an animated being, reaching its clammy hand for my throat. It was unnerving, and for a second the temptation to relock the door and turn back rushed into my mouth, as sweet and seductive as ice cream on a hot day.
That would be ridiculous.
Big girls were not afraid of darkness. Not anymore.
After a deep breath, I stepped inside and took a few steps down. It was cold as hell and even darker, but there were no monsters lurking in the corners. Just as I expected, the musky smell wafted from the inside and made me pinch my nose with disgust. When I clicked the wall switch, I was surprised it still had a working bulb. Its pale, twinking glimmer cast some light down the stairs and gave me a clue as to the extent of the thick layer of dust and cobwebs all over the walls. I shivered and stared into the darkness with unease. All my little anxieties doubled at how spooky the place was, like an abandoned building no one had lived in for years.
The idea that Thomas had kept that door locked for over a year finally sank in my brain.
Oh fuck… This will take weeks or months to clean. What did I get myself into? Why couldn’t I just stay in bed and enjoy a peaceful Saturday with my boyfriend?
Fear evaporated and left me feeling sorry for myself. No matter what punishment Thomas came up with it wouldn’t be as cruel as the self-imposed obligation to clean the entire dungeon.
Not that I had a problem getting my hands dirty. Last year I’d let go of my cleaning lady and started doing all the housework myself.
Still, there was a supreme difference between wiping the floor of a pristine apartment and clearing the cobwebs, dust, and grime from an enormous basement.
I pulled myself together after a few minutes of internal whining and groaning. Every great journey started with a single step. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure I’d feel once the work was done. Thomas would put the collar around my neck and attach the leash to it. The dark thrill would make my skin prickle with excitement. His eyes and hands among the light of the candles. His calm, collected domination without the taint of throbbing bright red anger.
Yes… It’d be worth all the hard work.
The muted horror eased its grip around my heart.
I left the basement so I could raid the supply closet in the kitchen on the upper floor. Good thing Thomas was resourceful and already had everything I needed. When I went back to the uninviting staircase, I was armed with a mop with a wooden handle, detergent, a feather duster, a bucket full of hot water and a brand new bulb.
Maybe I’d need something stronger than an energy drink to keep my Disney princess cleaning enthusiasm. Still, so far it felt pretty great to have a task in hand. Soon, the brighter energy saving bulb was in place and its hot white gleam made me give up again.
God, the place was a feast of dust and decay. I could start it off today but it wouldn’t be easy.
The simplest solution would be to hire someone to clean the dungeon. They’d get an eyeful of Thomas’ collection of sex toys and punishment tools, though. It would be an interesting experience in theory but it’d be rude to expose too much of our kink life to total strangers. So that left the big bulk of the work to me…
Eventually, Thomas would have to give me a hand, right?
Of course he will—in the form of a whip on my ass to motivate me to work harder.
I grabbed the wooden handle, sank the mop into the hot water, twirled it and got down to business.
Fifteen minutes later I had bent over and was wiping the dirt from the middle of the stairs. I had started from the top and was slowly making my way down. The water was already black with the dust from the mop.
Heavy drops of sweat were running down my body under the flimsy clothes. The yoga pants were soaked and clinging to my skin. The small amount of fabric left nothing to the imagination, yet the chill of the dungeon wasn’t getting to me.
Who would have thought that wiping the floor with generous amounts of water and detergent could make my blood hotter? I was moving my hips in a sensual way and my breasts were swaying against the sheer fabric of my top. This could get steamy but I needed more than just a wooden stick and hard labor to get in the mood.
I turned to look at the dungeon, my back to the door, when I heard it shutting and a loud, clear cough. I froze in horror and my hands around the rough handle started shaking. The heat and frenzy faded and the chills that replaced them struck me like an electrical shock. I turned around slowly, holding the cleaning stick like a weapon.
When I raised my eyes to the intruder, I found myself looking at Thomas. He was leaning against the door, studying me with a calm, unreadable expression. It was difficult to be certain from where I was but his green eyes didn’t give away his thoughts or mood. He had crossed his arms over his bare chest without his usual light smirk.
Waiting.
Lurking.
Thomas had nothing on but his boxers and glasses. Oh, and the silver triskelion pendant hanging around his neck on a leather string. It had been my gift to him on the third month after we got back together—a token that would remind him of me even when couldn’t see each other that often. When I handed him the little box my fingers were shaking with nervous excitement. I wondered how he’d take it, if it would break some rule I wasn’t aware of.
He unwrapped the box, stared at the contents and lifted my hand to kiss each of my fingers. My heart was rushing like crazy at that point and I felt ridiculously lighthearted. Thomas put the pendant around his neck and said he loved it. He joked he must be the first Dom he knew of with a collar of his own.
It was gleaming in the dark over his muscular chest.
Over the past few months, he had built up his workout regime and looked more toned than ever with lean, smooth muscles. They looked great against my thighs, just like my ankles on his strong shoulders as he was teasing me, preparing for the first thrust…
His messy sex hair and the memories of last night didn’t make me feel any less horny or wet.
I didn’t even realize I was in trouble until he spoke.
“So… now we’re breaking and entering, Lina? How disappointing…” Thomas rubbed his chin with his fingers and his lazy gaze moved from my face down. “You have been behaving so well. You were such a good girl I fooled myself into thinking I’d tamed you.”
He took one step down and moved his eyes back to mine. I had been right, he had his poker face on and that brought more of the delicious heat to between my thighs. That air of mystery made it difficult to resist or think of something witty to say.
All I wanted in that moment was more of his taming techniques.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, not breaking his steely facade. “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re out of sassy retorts.”
My face flushed. A few drops of sweat were rolling down my cheekbones, down to my silent lips. Lust had rendered me speechless. When I finally opened my mouth, the words that came out didn’t feel like mine.
The world was so different through the fog of my insane sexual need.
“It’s a dirty job, sir.” I was purring like a cat with a wide grin. “Still, someone has to take care of it after you neglected it for so long.”
“How did you get in here?” Thomas didn’t even blink at my seductive tone. He kept his arms crossed and his expression cold.
“Really? You thought that was a challenge?” That was too funny so I burst out laughing for a few minutes. He didn’t say anything and just raised his eyebrows higher at my antics. When I stopped giggling, I pulled the destroyed bobby pin out of my hair. “Even a five years old could get in here. If you wanted to keep me out you should have tried a little harder.”
That was the first time any emotion got through his cold expression. Thomas tilted his head and chuckled with amusement.
“I’d never have thought you’d be the type to pick locks,” he admitted and kept rubbing his chin.
“There are a lot of things you haven’t learned about me yet, sir.” I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest to lift my breasts higher. “I was quite a pro at sixteen. Smoking wasn’t my only vice at high school.”
My voice still purred as I moved closer to him. Thomas chuckled again and reached out to move a wet strand of hair from my forehead.
“I knew you’d always been a bad girl. How did you become so skillful at picking locks?”
“Your run-of-the-mill teenage rebellion.” I shrugged. “I already told you my parents were strict and never gave me a moment to breathe. On the first weekend they went away and left me alone I decided to throw a party. Beer kegs and everything… Dad had this really expensive whiskey he kept in his home office. Everyone insisted we simply must have a taste.”
“So you decided to break into your dad’s office?” Thomas laughed quietly and shook his head.
“You know how I am with challenges. I can never resist.” I reached out to caress his arm.
Thomas quickly stopped me and removed my wrist. He didn’t react when I pouted at him. “I had read quite a bit about picking locks for a history project, and the idea fascinated me. I used a bobby pin similar to that one, messed with the lock for nearly an hour. It finally gave in.”
“Cute.” His hand was still grasping my wrist in a light but firm hold. He stroked my skin with his fingertips. “And so Lina learned to love breaking the rules, didn’t she?”
“I was grounded for ages after Dad found out a bunch of teenagers had drained his precious fifty-year-old Glenfiddich. His expression was worth it.” I gasped when his thumb dug into the inside of my wrist as if he was measuring my pulse. Thomas pulled me a little closer and looked down at me. Some affection was beginning to melt the icicles in his gaze but he kept his grip firm. “Why am I not surprised? How long did your career of raiding and pillaging last?”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him and tried to lean in but he kept me at arm’s length.
“Only until the rest of high school. I was one of the popular girls at parties. I could always get to the alcohol no matter how well locked it was.” I shrugged. “I didn’t care so much about drinking. It was just—”
“The thrill of knowing you might get caught.”
“Yeah… exactly. I had a wild streak and could get totally reckless at times.” I blushed and started playing with another loose strand of hair. “I studied how to deactivate different security systems, techniques for unlocking more complex locks…”
“What stopped you?” Thomas asked in a soft voice.
“Well…” I looked down. “I was beginning to get obsessed and seriously thought of robbing a bigger place such as a liquor store or stealing some fancy car. Just at that time, there was a huge case of grand theft auto all over the news, and then they caught the guys who did it. I realized I didn’t want to end up in juvie and ruin my future for the sake of some fun.”
He nodded in understanding then reached out to grab me by the ponytail and lean me back.
“I’ve known you for nearly ten years and you still find a way to surprise me. A woman of so many talents… Will I ever figure you out?”
“I hope not.” I dropped the wooden stick and moaned when he tugged my hair harder. “Or you’ll easily get bored with me.”
Thomas rolled his eyes and brought his lips closer to mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss. He was just about to have a taste. Our mouths nearly touched when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it harder to pull me away from him.
“Unlikely… a sub like you will always keep me on my toes.”
He let go of me and took another step back. The old mischievous smirk lit up his features. I reached out to touch the place on my face where his fingers had been lingering.
“Why didn’t you simply ask for the key?” Thomas asked with an innocent expression.
“W-what?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Thomas, are you still sleeping? I asked you for the key a thousand times. You always had some excuse why we shouldn’t come back in here.”
“Yeah… Maybe there was a reason for that, don’t you think?” That was the first time I’d seen him shiver or show any awareness of his surrounding. He looked around and sucked in a breath.
“This place still makes me feel uncomfortable. It’s like a graveyard…”
“Yes, I know,” I said, and put hands on my hips.
“So why are you so adamant we should keep using it?” Some emotion finally crept into his controlled voice. “Aren’t you happy with the way things are? We’re dating, we have a spicy sex life, you get all the kink you crave, and I find it natural to have you at my feet. I thought you were satisfied.”
“I am. You give me all I need, but…” I paused, looking for the right words. “That room down below is the one thing that keeps us tied to the past. I’m not saying we should move all of our sex life down here. We might just open it and never use it again… or use it for something else entirely. You could even make it a classic man cave if you wanted. It’s a huge space and it’s a waste to keep it locked.”
Thomas didn’t say anything but something began to glow in his eyes. He crossed his arms again and nodded at me.
“It’s just a room,” I said simply and moved from foot to foot. “Some really bad things happened here but also some really good. Let’s not make it into a monster always lurking beneath us. It’s the final door we must open if we want to move on.”
His silence hung over us long after I uttered my last word. He withdrew into his head and hid behind the cold gaze of a Dominant.
Stripping me with his eyes.
Penetrating straight into my mind.
Every beat of my heart echoed through the huge room’s walls while he stared at me without uttering a word. My earlier heat and flames were gone and I was freezing in expectation. The hard, cold ground at my feet, half washed and still bearing the signs of dirt and grime, suddenly seemed so appealing.
Just like that space at his feet, the warmth of his flesh and the thought of his fingers running through my hair while I was nuzzling his thigh.
My knees buckled under the pressure and I gazed back at him to convey all my longing.
Finally, Thomas moved closer and reached out for me—a light, simple caress. His fingertips traced my face as if he were trying to save the memory of it on his skin. Cold sweat dripped down my spine. I breathed in when Thomas cupped my chin and continued caressing my cheekbone. The steel in his eyes was melting but he still kept his silence.
The bare touch of his hands and the slowly growing intensity were electrical. He was studying the surface of my lips, getting inside me with nothing but his sheer presence. The dungeon chill was fading and I grew more lustful with each small, tempting touch. If I tried to approach him and opened my mouth to beg, he’d just place his finger on top of it to silence me. He laid his left hand on my shoulder to keep me in the exact position he required.
His cat-like grace and the dance of his touch quickly turned into stealth and aggression without warning. I didn’t even have time to cry out in protest when he grabbed me hard by the ponytail, spun me around without any effort, and ground my aroused body against the stone wall. A soft mewl of despair came from my lips. Thomas moved his mouth to my ear and sank his teeth into that delicate spot that always made me weak at the knees. He grabbed me by the wrists and crossed them at the small of my back before pressing his strong body against mine. I found myself trapped between him and the hard, stone wall. Its iciness didn’t take away any of the liquid fire he provoked with his teasing and the sweetness of the denial.
“You know I can’t simply let you get away with it, don’t you, little one?” Thomas lowered his voice as he whispered in my ear. I shifted under him and tried to move my wrists. A sharp stinging slap elicited a cry out of me and forced me to stay in place. It was such a strong, confident smack. I was sure my ass cheeks were already blushing. “Be still. I never gave you permission to move, did I?”
“N-no, sir,” I whispered weakly. It was so difficult to follow his orders when every word whispered in that sexy tone made me melt and wish to kneel.
“I’d say you were a good girl, but you have been very, very bad this morning, Lina. You must have forgotten what I do with bad girls and it’s high time you remember.”
“What do you mean, sir?” I slipped into my role as if I were sliding my favorite silk stockings on. “A woman has to do what a woman has to do when her Dom hesitates to make the first move.”
His growling laughter, right at the nape of my neck, caused a row of ants to start marching all over my most sensitive zones. I breathed out and closed my eyes while he brushed his lips across my skin.
“And that sassy mouth of yours just earned you an even harsher punishment. You really don’t know what’s best for you, do you, Lina? You’re still begging for trouble like the bad girl you are. You knew the rules. I warned you not to go to the dungeon unless I permitted you. Did I ever tell you to mess with my locks?”
Thomas spanked me again, through the clothes but the effect was as if he was whipping my bare bottom. The yoga pants gave me even less protection than underwear.
“Did I?” he hissed in my ear again.
“N-no, sir.”
“Did I allow you to walk in here and do as you please, to break and enter my property?”
“No, sir, you didn’t. I was a very bad girl,” I moaned out. Thick juices were staining my already dirty clothes. Soon, I was shaking in painful arousal with a side of fear.
Thomas pressed my head harder against the cold wall and growled in my ear.
“That’s right, you disobeyed my orders. You think you can disrespect me without any consequences, little girl? I can’t let this slide.”
He grabbed me harder by the wrists and sank his teeth deeper into my shoulder. Pleasure slowly fused into white-hot pain. That molten hot sensation was even more intense as the wall ground against my hardened nipples. I sobbed at the cruelty of his bite and some tears dripped to the crook of my neck. Thomas licked them up and spanked me again while his lips made love to the sore spot.
“Do you understand, pet?” He moved his lips to my neck and bit it without restraint, like a vampire assaulting his willing victim. How could I stay still when the pain grew so intense I nearly fainted? His fingers slid between my wide-open thighs and he repeated the same strong smacking movements against my outlined nether lips. “Such a slut. You’re always so wet. I haven’t even started with you yet,” Thomas whispered again while his palm was grinding against my pussy, alternating between hard smacks and gentle teasing.
“I want to get inside your dirty mind, pet. Feel all you desire. Fuse with your thoughts. Who knows what filth I’ll find there… what darkness… and depravity? We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“Oh, sir, but you’re already inside me in every possible way. You can read me like an open book. All my dirty, dark secrets are yours. Please…” His pressure made my cheek grind harder against the wall. More desperate tears stained the walls and drenched the valley between my breasts.
“What are you begging me for, pet?” I could feel his smile when he bit my ear again. This time the pain was soft and sensual.
“Please, sir, punish me. Do your worst.”
“That’s exactly what I’ll do, tigress.”
Being pinned against the wall was bad enough for my aroused body. When Thomas let go of me I thought I’d die. The need to have him so close, the lack of choice, the sweet, rough whispers and the pleasure of the pain made me sob in despair.
He spanked my ass again and thrust his hand against my pussy.
“Tears won’t help you, Lina. Now turn around and face me. Legs wide open… not that you need my orders for that.” He laughed. “Wrists behind your back. Head high in the air. You’ll look me in the eyes while I punish you.”

 

Once Lina assumed the position, with her breasts pushed forward and her back straightened, like a good slave girl at an auction, I made one last move to caress her nipples, brush them very lightly with fingertips and knuckles. Her gentle gasp at that and the widening of those dark, scared pupils made my cock strain against the boxers.

It’d be so hard not to fuck her until the time was right.

I loved it.

Her knees shook in surprise and Lina nearly lost balance when I ripped her top right in the middle and released her bare, luscious tits. As I guessed their nipples were bright red and pulsating under the hot white light. Their gentle pink flesh was pulsating and Lina gasped when I pinched them between my fingers.

Sorry, pet. That was a really hot outfit but it had one very serious flaw…” I laughed at her bewildered expression while I was using the stripes of ruined fabric to wrap around her wrists. That time it was a steady, firm knot my little pet had no chance of escaping. It was nothing like the loose cuffs I made of the ruined yellow dress when I fucked her in the beach house.

No holding back.

Lina had never asked for her safeword back.

I leaned in to whisper to her. “It was hiding way too much skin.”

My eyes fell down to the wooden stick of the mop that had fallen earlier. I preferred my smooth, polished canes for that purpose but I didn’t want to lose the flow.

Stay very still, Lina.” Her reddened face didn’t show any signs of resistance. Lina’s pupils were growing wider and her breathing slower, like every time she was in restraints. Just one step closer to subspace.

I’m going to play with you now.” I removed the wooden stick from the mop and showed it to her. Lina opened her mouth in shock. A flash of recognition went across her face and she shifted nervously. I slapped her breast and shook my head with disapproval. Lina sucked in a breath when I slid the improvised cane under her arms and made her hold it with the back of her forearms. “There… Make sure not to drop it. I told you to stay still and I meant it. If you make just one move while I’m playing with your pussy you’ll be in chastity belt for the rest of the weekend. If I feel very merciful and if you are very beautiful and persuasive when you beg I may let you come before you go home.”

Lina looked at me in horror. I doubted it her poor, sensitive body could handle so much sensual torment without a single move. She attempted to speak in a protest when I pushed my thumb between her lips.

Suck it.” I smirked at her. Lina looked at me like she was going to murder me but she used her talented mouth and tongue on my finger.

Oh sweetie, you’ll use that mouth a lot over the weekend.

No objections, pet.” The pleasure of my cool brain and heated body, the delicate control over her made me so hard. I let Lina feel it by brushing my erection against her thigh. Our lips brushed when I whispered to her. “This is punishment. Now lean against the wall and keep the stick straightened up. Do you understand?”

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Title: The Unorthodox Trilogy Boxed Set

Author: Lilah E. Noir

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Smart. Mature. Sophisticated. Out of his league.
She was the forbidden fruit and his heart’s desire.

Young. Plucky. Ambitious. The last man you’d call a Dom.
He was all she never knew she needed.

After seven years of pent-up longing Thomas Jett challenges Lina Riley’s one crippling weakness. All bets are off when she surrenders to his discipline in the hope he’d set her free from her addiction. He introduces her to the deviant world of delicious torture and intense pleasure. Every time she kneels at his feet their connection grows stronger.

That intense bond pushes them past their limits and threatens to destroy their sanity.

Can Thomas get over his inner demons and be the man and Dom Lina craves?
Will Lina learn to trust him and her own desires?

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He was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for.
Thomas has reached his breaking point.
Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane.
He’s sick of hiding.
In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions.
The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking.
What happens when her life begins falling apart?
Can Thomas put it back together 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 Dominant new to the lifestyle, a bratty submissive in need of a firm hand and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy but it can be read as a standalone. Bonus material – Chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy.

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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.”

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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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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.
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“It’s time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”
I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.
“No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it’s like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”
“This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.
He didn’t say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.
The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.
Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.
I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.
“I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”
“How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas… Sir… I can’t last. I need you so badly. I’m in so much pain. Please, spare me.”
“So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn’t easy for me either.”
My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn’t use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.
A week of holding back added up as well.
“I’m scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.
“I know. Don’t move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.
“Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I’m dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself.

“You’re a good girl, Lina, but don’t try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.”
The inky darkness behind my eyelids didn’t do much to comfort my throbbing clit and nipples. Then the first drops of wax licked the skin of my back. Had I seen him taking the candlestick and tilting it to leave a trail of red drops, I’d have tensed with fear and expected the burning would be unbearable. Fire was one of those forces of nature that held both allure and terror for me. The thought of permanent scars and burning flesh were imprinted in my mind each time I stared at the tip of a flame, but the warmth and safety it exuded made me feel alive in spite of the silent horror.
When he spread the hot, small drops all over my shoulders, down the sensitive spots on my spine and the curve of my ass, I tingled with how fantastic it felt. Instead of white-hot agony, my body shuddered with delight at the warmth of the dripping candle. It triggered pleasure through my entire self, like a throbbing, erotic impulse. The warmth down my sweaty, exposed skin was short enough to make me tremble with stimulation. It melted in rivulets down my back before solidifying. I tried to stay as still as possible but when strong convulsions ran through me, I moaned out loud.
“Do you like it, little one?” he whispered and brushed his thumb across the back of my neck. I writhed under his touch when he kept dripping wax all over me. “You used to say candles were the worst of all romantic clichés.”
“It feels amazing. I thought… Shouldn’t it hurt?” My mind was split in two, as relaxed as if I were in a massage parlor, and right on the edge of insanity. His slow, comforting movements and the increasing heat of the flame were torturous, but I loved what he was doing to me. For a moment, I wished I never needed to come down from my heightened state of arousal, right at the door of agony. My flesh demanded a climax to unify all my waking sensations.

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“Have you always been such a rebel?” Hopefully, she wouldn’t take my affectionate smile as condescending.
Lina frowned and tried to pull her hand away but I wouldn’t let her escape so easily. She didn’t protest when I tangled my fingers with hers.
“Are you trying to analyze me, Thomas? I thought this was meant to be a fun afternoon.”
“I want to understand you better, Lina. I don’t want you to be defensive around me or think I’m trying to humiliate you.” My voice was low, almost a whisper. It might have been a bad idea to talk about intimate matters in a public place but the moment was way too perfect. “You’ve always been intriguing to me, such a walking contradiction.”
“How so?”
“For starters, you’re an introvert who has chosen the role of leader.”
“What?” Lina pulled away from me, much to my regret. She raised her hands over her head and gazed at me with bewilderment and some fear. “What makes you think I’m an introvert? That is even more ridiculous than claiming I’m submissive.”
Damn, for such a highly intelligent woman she suffered from some delusions about herself.
“Don’t take it the wrong way, Lina. I don’t mean you’re an anti-social freak or even shy. That’s a common misconception, just like the assumption submissive women are weak puppets.”
This conversation had the potential to backfire but I wasn’t going to back down. Who knew when we’d have another chance for an honest conversation? I just had to pick my words carefully.
“I’m an introvert myself, not that that’s a surprise. You’re capable and you show an enviable confidence. You know how to inspire your employees. Your negotiation skills are remarkable and you play the part of a people person to perfection, but there comes a point when you simply need to have some time away, doesn’t there? To recharge your batteries, to get your strength back? What I’m trying to say is…” I smiled at her in reassurance. “I understand your need for a safe harbor and I often experience it myself. I admire you even more now because I know how much effort it takes.”

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.

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She shifted in place and spun her wrists in the tight bracelets to test their sturdiness rather than to set herself free. She trembled again and her skin rose into goosebumps under the warm glow of the table candles. Another lightning strike fell and made her lurch forward in the chains in shock.
I circled around the cube, moved behind her and pressed my body against hers, allowing her to feel my erection and my arms around her waist. The soft gasps of horror grew into louder sounds of pleasure when I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, fondled her breasts and squeezed her nipples. My clasp was as tender as possible when I left a line of wet kisses from her earlobe down to her collarbone.
She moaned and tossed her head back when I hooked my fingers into her wet cunt, grabbed the thick foxtail and pushed it deeper inside her. Her walls were soft and coated with silky wetness, a fragrance I could never mistake, even with the aromatic wax lingering in the air. She clenched her muscles tight around me when I picked up the speed of my fingers and gyrated the plug to ease her even more. Her hands clasped into fists and she barely balanced on the swinging chains.
Slick, profuse juices were gathering in my palm when I pulled out to give her pussy lips a loud slap. She let out the first real scream of pleasure for the night, parted her legs wider and raised her ass. The foxtail was brushing against the bulge in my pants while her naked body was dancing and her feminine crotch was grinding against my evasive fingers. That was the moment to tease her, never give her that deep, intimate touch. I let go of the fur I’d been clasping, spanked both her ass cheeks and let the warmth of the mild pain spread through her system.
She leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bust and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples.
It was just my imagination but it felt like the elements outside were playing voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking, new thunder shattered the air. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams.

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Lina picked up a bottle of white wine from the shelf and looked back at me.
“I’m not sure what you have planned but I could use a drink. You know, for relaxation. Would it be okay?”
I pulled her by the hips, kissed her and rubbed the back of her neck.
“I’ll make sure you’re relaxed enough without the extra lubrication. Still, it wouldn’t hurt. No more than half a glass per meal, and we’ll have coffee afterwards.”
She trembled when I leaned to whisper in her ear and bite it.
“You’re right about one thing, Lina. I do have plans and I want you sober, alert and dripping.”
Lina rolled her eyes, pushed me away with a light grin and left the bottle in the cart. She made sure to bend over more than necessary so her dress would cling to her hips.
“Same old. You love to boss me around and make me hot and bothered in public places.”
I smirked at her.
“Is that a complaint? We both know you love being teased into submission. Now, we’d better go if you’re done trying to pay me back with my own poison to earn a punishment later.”
After a little spicy argument at the checkout, I paid the bill and we headed out into the ice-cold morning. Lina gave me the directions to her address, and five minutes later we were standing on the wooden porch with our bags.
I looked around while she took the keys out of her purse. Her house was right on the coast, close enough to town. Still, the area had a sense of wildness to it. It opened onto a white sandy lot covered in marram grass, overgrown rocks with a view to the ocean. A small pathway led down to the beach itself. It must’ve been fantastic to be here in the high summer season, with nothing but blue sky and infinite ocean washing the sand below.
I’d have appreciated the austere beauty of the landscape more if it hadn’t been for the vicious winds blowing our way. Waves crashed against the shore with a threatening roar. The clouds gathering on the horizon were slowly spreading across the sky. Lightning flashed for a fraction of a second and distant thunder followed it.
Well, we’ll be stuck inside for a long time, I thought with a smirk.
Lina opened the sliding door just in time before the first raindrops fell on the porch.
“Bikini weather,” she mumbled as we brought the luggage into a sort of living and dining room combo.
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” I said, carrying two of the grocery bags. “You know, it may seem strange but I’ve never been much of a beach lover. Indoor activities are much more fun.”
“You miss the finer things in life.” Lina laughed, took her coat off and hung it on a hook on the wall.
“What can I say?” I shrugged, approached her from behind and hugged her. “I’ve got all I need right here.”
She let out a happy sigh when my lips pressed to the side of her neck. I crossed my palms over her stomach and pulled her closer.
“This place is lovely and it suits you.”

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No other woman could understand me like you. We know all we’ve been through, Lina, and I remember every scar on your body and soul.

LINA
We were together in the darkest pits of hell.
He cleansed me through the cruelty of pain and led me to my bliss.
I’m exactly where I belong.
A leader in the boardroom and a purring submissive for Thomas.
When the right chance comes along… do we dare reach for the stars?

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I have the woman of my dreams and a chance for a new beginning.
Lina faced all of me, my dark, ugly and violent sides, yet she chose to stay.
She restored my lost balance and helped me find peace with who I am.
I’ve never been so happy… and that’s what scares me the most.
After all we have been through, can we have it all?

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The bare touch of his hands and the slowly growing intensity were electrical. He was studying the surface of my lips and was getting inside me with nothing but his sheer presence. The dungeon chill was fading and I grew more lustful with each small, tempting touch. If I tried to approach him and opened my mouth to beg he’d just place his finger on top of it to silence me. Thomas laid his left hand on my shoulder to keep me at the exact position.

His cat-like grace and the dance of his touch quickly turned into a stealth and aggression without a warning. I didn’t even have the time to cry out in protest when he grabbed me hard by the ponytail, spun me around without an effort and ground my aroused body against the stone wall. A soft mewl of despair came from my lips. Thomas moved his mouth to my ear and sank teeth in that delicate spot that always made me weak in the knees. He grabbed me by the wrists and crossed them at the small of my back before he pressed his strong body against mine. I found myself trapped between him and the hard, stone wall. Its iciness didn’t take away any of the liquid fire he provoked with his teasing and the sweetness of the denial.

“You know I can’t simply let you get away with it, don’t you, little one?” Thomas lowered his voice as he whispered in my ear. I shifted under him and tried to move my wrists. A sharp stinging slap elicited a cry out of me and forced me to stay in place. It was such a strong, confident smack. I bet my ass cheeks were already blushing in red. “Be still. I never gave you permission to move, did I?”

N-no, sir,I whispered weakly. It was so difficult to follow his orders when every word whispered in that sexy tone made me melt and wish to kneel.

“I’d say you were a good girl, but you have been very, very bad this morning, Lina. You must have forgotten what I’m doing with bad girls and it’s high time to remember.”

“What do you mean, sir?” I slipped into the role as if I was sliding my favorite silk stockings on. “A woman has to do what a woman has to do when her Dom hesitates to make the first move.”

His growling laughter, right at the nape of my neck, caused a row of ants to start marching all over my most sensitive zones. I breathed out and closed my eyes while he was brushing his lips across my skin.

“… and that sassy mouth of yours just earned you an even harsher punishment. You really don’t know what’s best for you, do you, Lina? You’re still begging for trouble, like the bad girl you are. You knew the rules. I warned you not to go to the dungeon unless I permit you. Did I ever tell you could mess with my locks?”

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Lina?” I whispered in her ear and rubbed the nape of her neck. She looked up at me with hesitant, wet eyes. “Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. Wash your face and take a shower if you want. Put on your collar and come to me downstairs.”

“Are you going to punish me because I was a bitch to you?” Her shoulders sagged. “Can we do it tomorrow or on Sunday? I feel unwell and I don’t think I can take it. Please.”

Relax, pet.” I kissed her and bit her bottom lip playfully. It was still tender from the way she’s been nibbling it earlier. “Yes, you’ve been a bitch but I won’t punish you for it… yet. Just trust me.”

That made her smile for the first time that evening.

“The old Thomas would have me bent over the kitchen counter and marked my ass with the largest and heaviest spatula he had.” She joked and pressed her face close to mine.

Oh, that guy?” I raised my eyebrow and squeezed her ass cheeks. “He was wrong about a lot of things. There are more effective ways to deal with your bitchiness… but Lina… you don’t have to act like a bitch to earn yourself a spanking. Kneeling at my feet and begging for it would be enough.”

When she withdrew from me and walked down the hall to our bedroom Lina looked much calmer. I shook my head at the thought.

Our bedroom.

Ours.

It was strange to think of anything in here as something different than my own.

Sharing space proved to be more difficult than planned.

I grabbed two beers out of the fridge. The thought of Kat flashed in my mind while I was walking down the stairs.

She was the girl who almost moved in with me.

Would it have been the same way if I had gotten together with her? She lived with me for a short time back. It was a different situation, though, and we always knew it was temporary.

That was it, I didn’t have much experience to make a comparison and Lina admitted all her previous attempts to live with someone ended up as a disaster.

We were both clueless.

She would probably not appear for a while so I sat back on the couch to finish the Skyrim game. It was difficult to focus but I did it just to keep my mind busy with something. I didn’t realize Lina was back in the room until I felt her on my lap.

The sight of her made my blood boil, being naked, a little wet from the shower, with perky pink nipples and a black collar around her neck. I pushed the lustful thoughts aside and made a gesture at her to climb on the couch. Lina curled next to me, still with her head on my knee and the silver chain of the leash in hand.

“Much better.” I said soothingly and ran a finger down the curve of her spine. “How do you feel now?”

“My head is no longer spinning. I don’t feel like I’d throw up so I must be well.” She chuckled and rubbed her cheek against my knee like a literal pet cat. “I can’t believe I told you…”

Goose prickles covered her spine while I traced it with hand in a soft, straight line. That simple action eased the knots in her shoulders and Lina was just about to start purring.

No.” I shook my head. “I’m glad you told me what was the problem. If I’m guilty of something I’d want to know what it is. You know it’s the first time I live with a woman so I want to do my best.”

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No other woman could understand me like you. We know all we’ve been through, Lina, and I remember every scar on your body and soul.

LINA
We were together in the darkest pits of hell.
He cleansed me through the cruelty of pain and led me to my bliss.
I’m exactly where I belong.
A leader in the boardroom and a purring submissive for Thomas.
When the right chance comes along… do we dare reach for the stars?

THOMAS
I have the woman of my dreams and a chance for a new beginning.
Lina faced all of me, my dark, ugly and violent sides, yet she chose to stay.
She restored my lost balance and helped me find peace with who I am.
I’ve never been so happy… and that’s what scares me the most.
After all we have been through, can we have it all?

WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It’s an intense love story and hot erotic romance with BDSM scenes. It also contains scenes of violence and rough language. If you have any triggers related to it I’d suggest that you don’t buy that book. The book is part 3 of the Unorthodox Trilogy and can’t be read as a standalone. All the characters are over 18 years old.

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“You know, it makes me really happy that you’re open to the idea of a family with me. I haven’t thought about it yet but that’s not my top priority. I don’t think it’s yours either?”
“No…” Lina breathed in. I could tell she was about to fall down the rabbit hole of anxiety if I didn’t stop her. “I’m not even sure I’m fit to be a mother. I mean, neither of us grew up in a normal family environment. Do we know how to make it work? It’s too early, but what if at some point you decide you want children but I’m no longer fit to bear them and…”
“Shh…” I kissed her again. “You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” She curled her arms around my neck and moved a little closer. Good thing we’d had this insane sex romp in the afternoon that had left me exhausted. I could never have such a serious conversation with a sexy woman in a bathtub, with her curves pressed up against me. “I want everything to be perfect. We both know that never happens.”
“My sexy little control freak.” I teased her and she slapped my back. It was so cute when she got a little angry. “Listen now. First, I’m not the type to get together with a woman because of her fertility. We’ll work something out if at some point we decide to have kids and we have problems. That can only happen if we’re a solid couple. Second, my mother had me when she was forty-one and I turned out pretty awesome, didn’t I?”
“And so humble.” Lina laughed and pressed her forehead against mine.
“So, you don’t have to worry about that. We have a long road ahead of us before we begin to think of marriage, let alone children. Okay?”
I still hadn’t given her the red collar… It was really stupid but I wanted to find the perfect moment. Collaring a submissive was a pretty big deal to me, even more important than marriage, and I didn’t take it lightly.
“Thirdly…”
“Yes?” she asked.
“Well… When we were separated I was resigned to never being with you again. Now that we have a second chance I can’t get enough of you.” My admission came off creepier than I intended. “We only see each other on the weekends and we usually end up compensating for that by having sex like horny rabbits from hell. Before I know it, you have to go and I won’t see you until next weekend.”
“Oh…” Her voice was laced with surprise. “You make a good point. I haven’t thought about it that way.”
“I don’t want us to be only a kinky couple whose entire relationship revolves around sex. I’ve seen such people in the lifestyle. They grow apart when the buzz of the sexual thrill fades. It’s painful when it all goes down in flames.” I bit my tongue and rested my hands on her shoulders. “We need to strike a balance and the best way is if we spend more time together.”

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“Don’t move,” I said in a quiet, firm voice and picked up the camera. When I’d adjusted the lens, I took a few steps back so I could take a shot of her whole body. The camera flash struck her, illuminating her face, contorted with the stimulation and her light grasp on mental control.
I took a few shots of her down on her knees with the pearls around her neck. Lina didn’t react and kept her stance. Only her fingers were trembling when I stepped closer to catch her emotional expression. I smiled down at her, lifted the camera with my free hand, and aimed it at her face, focusing on her eyes and all that submission and need in her beautiful gaze.
It was addictive to record all of that painful arousal etched on her features. I went down on my knees and brought the lens closer to her inner thighs to shoot the glistening liquid pouring out of her. Quiet sobs caressed my ears while the sweet and pungent fragrance between her hot thighs urged me to lick her, taste her, have a full cup of pleasure.
The more pictures I took, the more tangible the fragrance of her horny cunt grew—a thick, delicious bouquet. As soon as I lowered the camera between those wide-open thighs, the sight of her clit took my breath away. Large, pink and wet from her nectar, already swollen and begging for attention without even so much as a brush, caress or a light kiss.
I was saving every bit of her on the film reel forever, and that made my thirst unbearable. It’d be so easy to lick her until her body shook with multiple orgasms or she begged for my cock.
Good thing I had enough exposures and a few more film reels. They’d never be enough if I wanted to take the whole night and preserve it.
Her pearl necklace reflected the floodlight’s yellow stream, in a beautiful contrast to her skin.
“Stay still,” I whispered and ran my palms down both sides of her neck. A strong flutter danced all over her skin when I removed the string of pearls from her throat. It was as powerful as the electrical spark from that afternoon.
Soft, round balls of pearl rested in my palm and I dangled them before her eyes.
“You want to touch your neck, don’t you?” I smiled. “How does it feel to be so vulnerable, Lina? Do you enjoy it? I love to see you so raw and helpless but you know that. Now, wrists behind your back, tigress. Straighten up again and don’t move.” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’re doing so well.”
It didn’t take long before she brought her thin wrists together and presented them to me. Her fingers were pink and slippery with juices. I stretched the pearls and gently wrapped them around her hands in a light knot. It was tight enough to keep the necklace in place. One strong move could grant her an exit from the bejeweled trap.
Lina didn’t move. When I raised myself up and picked up her chin, she had a hazy, dream-like look. The same look as every time she found subspace and abandoned her will to resist.
All mine to mold, cherish and dominate.
“Eyes down, keep your back straight. Lower your gaze.”
I adored looking at her eyes while she was bending to my will. There was a thrill in watching her staring down modestly.
A close up of her wrists bound in pearls. A full shot of her in profile while she was staring at the floor. Another intimate portrait of her red tresses that had escaped their bun and were falling down the side of her cheek.
“Head to the floor. Ass in the air and your wrists on full display.”
Lina gritted her teeth, likely to hold back loud cursing. She claimed to hate it when I made her stay in that position but her body reveled in the degradation. A foot on top of her head was on her hard limit list but I had the feeling she’d change it.
She pressed her cheek to the floor and raised her shapely ass high in the air. The silky wetness between her thighs opened up for the viewing pleasure of my eyes and my camera.
“Wider,” I commanded and cracked my palm down on one of her cheeks. Lina cried out and parted her thighs. After a beautiful panoramic shot of her exquisite pussy I let the camera drop, got up and picked up the cane. The traces of her pussy were already drying on the wood but they felt fresh.
She blushed when the edge of the stick pressed against her lips, just like a lover asking for permission to slip inside her.
“Suck it.”
There was no hesitation when she was under the hypnotic spell of subspace. Her talented tongue swirled around the wood as she licked up her own essence.
“Get up.” I pulled the stick away from her lips. “Walk to the bed and take the same position. We’re going to play a game, pet.”

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He was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for.
Thomas has reached his breaking point.
Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane.
He’s sick of hiding.
In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions.
The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking.
What happens when her life begins falling apart?
Can Thomas put it back together 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 Dominant new to the lifestyle, a bratty submissive in need of a firm hand and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy but it can be read as a standalone. Bonus material – Chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy.

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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.
WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It contains scenes of BDSM, rough language, as well as non-sexual violence. The book is part 1 of a trilogy. All the characters are over 18 years old. Please, read the Warning at the front part of the book before you decide to purchase it. 

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Unorthodox Chemistry, Book 2 of The Unorthodox Trilogy

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.

WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It’s an intense love story and hot erotic romance with BDSM scenes. The book is part 2 of a trilogy and can’t be read as a standalone. All the characters are over 18 years old. Please, read the Warning at the front part of the book before you decide to purchase it.

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and psychological stories. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness. If you love flawed characters, submissive alpha females, unconventional dominant heroes, angst, emotional darkness, lots of kinky sex scenes her books might be your kind of pleasure.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Young and Metanoia (A Harem Boy’s Saga Book 5)

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Today Bernard Foong, known under the pen name Young. A Harem Boy’s Saga – V – METANOIA; a memoir by Young is the 5th and final volume to a sensually captivating autobiography about a young man coming of age in a secret society & a male harem.

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Synopsis

Metanoia is the fifth and final volume to A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (five-book series). This erotically sensual and captivating autobiography is about a young man coming-of-age in a secret society before being spirited away to serve in several Middle Eastern male harems.

Metanoia follows Young and Andy’s (the young man’s lover-cum-chaperone) journey to their fifth Arabian Household at the opulent residences of their patriarch, Tad; an athlete of international fame. Although the couple had to maneuver through a minefield of explosive sentiments, they also acted as their “Master’s” confidante as they move through the world of the wealthy and elite.

This book is steeped in preternaturalism and spirituality. It is enlighteningly educational in the Middle Eastern way of life and the different aspects of Arabian culture.

This memoir is also an epic love story between Young and Andy. The joys and pleasures together with the trials and tribulations that come with heroic and unconditional love.

A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (book series) is in Film Option contract.

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Excerpt:

I was tossed about in the tiny confines of Murashshahaan (Running Mate), Sheik Fahrib’s eleven meters’ sailboat. A month before the races the doctor had transported this top of the line vessel from its mooring facility in Musandam Dibba Al Hisn, the Sultanate of Oman to Acapulco; in readiness for the 1968 Summer Olympics yachting competition. Tad (his team-mate) and he had been out daily to acclimatize to the sailing conditions in this Mexican playground of the rich and famous. A week preceding the competition, my Valet and I left from Daltonbury Hall to join them. With our Assalamu Alaikum service behind us, Andy and I needed the repose, to revivify our love and friendship. Our summer vacation was spent traveling around the tranquil English countryside, soaking up the beauty of the Lake District and getting reacquainted with one another. We needed to necessitate our physical and mental bond before departing to Aldhdhib Dann ( وكر الذئب Wolf Den) and Manarat Lilddaw’ ( منارة الضوء Beacon of Light); Tad Abdul Hafiz’s London and Riyadh residences. The both of us had a hunch that our services at our fifth household would not be as smooth sailing as compared to our previous assignments.

Much like Count Mario, Tad was a playboy at heart. His irrational and spur of the moment decisions often send those close to him into dramatic tailspins of immense proportions. It was under this circumstance I now found myself at the mercy of howling winds, roaring waves and pounding rain. Thrown repeatedly from the hull to the rear of this racing vessel. The vicious waves and torrential downpour lapped at my person. Not only did I puke up the gastronomical contents I had consumed not so long ago, but I also had to hold on for dear life in the unfortunate event I would be swept into the ocean. Seasickness had overtaken my person, and no help was available since every strong hand was working furiously to keep Murashshahaan afloat. Hard-pressed at the helm, the sheik steered his vessel away from colliding rocks while Tad and Andy held firm on either side of the riggings to steady the dinghy; in the unfortunate event that the mast should collapse under the onslaught of the ferocious winds. Within this treacherous weather condition, I was left to fend for myself. Not knowing how long this perilous dilemma would last, I rocked, slid and vomited while keeping myself from slipping into the abyss of this bottomless ocean. Suddenly, a hand reached for my collar to pull me away from the slippery taffrail. I was dragged into the boat’s cabin that was now filled with ankle-deep water. As if I had gone bonkers the sportsman glared at me transfixed.

“What in the world were you doing on deck. You were repeatedly told to stay below. This is not a time to tamper with the forces of nature. You could have been swept into the ocean and drown!” he chastised sternly.

“You, Fahrib and Andy are above deck…,” I muttered meekly.

He scowled at my defiance.

“We are experienced seamen and you, boy, is not,” he admonished. “The last thing we want on our hands is your dead body floating in the water.”

“Andy isn’t an experienced sailor,” I negated truculently.

He raised his hand to land me a slap for being an insolent brat. Before his hand could touch my cheeks, the boat’s violent oscillations hurled us in opposite directions. I crushed against the bulkhead while the athlete pulverized onto a dividing panel. Before he left me to my own expedient, his grimace had sent chills across my trembling body. When we finally came ashore, search teams were already scouring the vicinity for distressed boats adrift at sea.  The Running Mate was indeed one resilient lady whose damage was next to none. Thanks to our two experienced yachtsmen, we were relatively unharmed. Besides some minor bruises and concussions, the four of us were up and running after a good night’s sleep. I did not relate to my Valet what transpired in the cabin. After all, I conceded I was in the wrong and shouldn’t have put myself and crew in harm’s way, causing further perturbation if I should indeed fall into the turbulent waves. That would have been an unforgivable disaster.

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Author’s Bio

Young alias Bernard Foong is, first and foremost, a sensitivist. He finds nuance in everything. To experience the world, he inhabits is an adventure which is mystical, childlike and refreshing. He has a rare ability to create beauty uniquely. His palettes have been material, paint, words and human experiences.

By Christine Maynard (screenwriter and novelist). 

Bernard Foong (designer) – A brief history

Born in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. At the age of 8, he was assisting his aunt and cousin, learning the art of sewing and fabrics/colors matching. He attended an exclusive private boarding school in the United Kingdom before obtaining his Diploma in Fashion Design at the Harrow College of Art & Technology in London, England.  He went on to complete his Master of Design at the Royal College of Art & Design, London, England. During his college years, he won several international fashion awards and was already retailing bridal and evening dresses to several well-known department stores in England. Liberty of London, Selfridges, Harrods, and Harvey Nichols to name a few that carried his designs. His Royal College of Art graduation wedding/evening wear collection was sold to Liberty of London and displayed in their store windows for the entire month of June that year.

For four years, he worked for Liberty’s bridal department as their in-house designer until a trip to Hong Kong, while working on a freelance project for ‘Bird’s’(casual wear) company, he was recruited by the Hong Kong Polytechnic University as their Fashion professor for the next 6 years. During his stay in Hong Kong, he freelanced for numerous fashion companies. From designing casual wear, swimwear, lingerie, and fur garments, men’s wear, bridal and evening fashions to accessories (bags, shoes, and head-wear). He also participated in and organized numerous fashion shows, events, functions, and presentations in the Asia Pacific region.

Working for Keys Far East Hong Kong as chief lingerie designer – traveling extensively to the United States, he was soon recruited as an Associate Fashion Design/Illustration Professor to the University of Wisconsin, Madison and also lectured at the Minneapolis College of Art & Design for a couple of years.

Foong was then appointed as the Fashion Development Manager by an established department store – Parkson Grand (22 stores in Malaysia and one in Shanghai, China). Producing under the label, Natural Life by Bernard Foong, he designed casual-wear collections for the Parkson Grand’s flagship store in Kuala Lumpur. After a couple of years later, he was invited by the Temasek Polytechnic, Singapore to join their design school to establish a Fashion Design department. For two years, he assisted several founding members of the design school – working on the fashion department’s teaching curriculum.

The Fitzgerald Theatre Department, University of Hawaii, Manoa, Oahu, Hawaii awarded a full scholarship for Foong to complete his second Master of Art in Theatre Costuming. Now a resident of the United States, he has assisted many charity organizations in their fundraising events with his extravagant fashion and performance shows/presentations. In 2005, he and his husband, Mr. Walter Jay Bissett opened Fire Dragon Bistro Orient & Design Shop. He also designs costumes/fashions for numerous theatrical productions locally and abroad.

Appointed as the chief lingerie designer for Cerie International Limited – Hong Kong, his lingerie designs can be found in major department stores in Canada and the United Kingdom.

He showcased the BERNARD FOONG R-T-W collections and BERNARD FOONG @ Modern Classic Ltd. (an established – Hong Kong bridal & evening wear company) collections in Hong Kong. His 2008 & 2009 bridal/evening/bridal lingerie fashion show, “Grace” & “Coming Up Roses” were premiered at Hong Kong Fashion Week in July 2007 and January 2008 respectively at the Hong Kong Convention & Exhibition Center, garnering definite interest in many Asian press reviews, including a China nationwide television broadcast of his latest collection. Aika (International Opera Singer) wore several Bernard Foong special occasion dresses at her Japan & European tour in September & October 2009.

Foong was appointed as the Chief Creative Director for Official (Special Occasion fashion manufacturing company) Guangzhou, China  producing – BERNARD FOONG Couture (specialty one-of-a-kind creations), White (RTW – Wedding/Special Occasion wear), Foxy Cute (Smart Casual/Cocktail wear), SexZ Things (decorative bustier) & Diva Bitch (sexy erotic wear) collections.

Foong just completed his autobiographic five-book series of Mr. Foong’s young life:

A Harem Boy’s Saga: A Memoir by Young.

This intriguing story spanning 4 decades and 3 continents is about a boy who was sent to a very exclusive English boarding school in the 1960s where he was initiated into a clandestine sexual society and then spirited away to serve in wealthy and elite Middle Eastern harems. 

Ranked Internationally Best Selling Author on amazon.com

A Harem Boy’s Saga – Book I – Initiation (a memoir by Young)

A Harem Boy’s Saga – Book II – Unbridled (sequel)

A Harem Boy’s Saga – Book III – Debauchery (3rd volume in the series))

A Harem Boy’s Saga – Book IV – Turpitude (4th volume in the series)

A Harem Boy’s Saga – Book V – Metanoia (5th and final volume in the series)

A Harem Boy’s Saga series is published by Solstice Publishing and is available in print and E-books internationally.

A Harem Boy’s Saga (series) – Film Option Agreement signed with a U.K./Hollywood Film Production Company.

A Harem Boy’s Saga – Book I – Initiation is currently in film production.

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Website: www.BernardFoong.com (fashion) 

     www.AHaremBoySaga.com (books)

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

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Amazon Authors Page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00CENKJKM

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2992700.Young

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LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/bernardfoong/

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Preorder Blitz Unorthodox Union Dec 01 – 15

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Title: Unorthodox Union

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #3

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: December 15th, 2018

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No other woman could understand me like you. We know all we’ve been through, Lina, and I remember every scar on your body and soul.

LINA
We were together in the darkest pits of hell.
He cleansed me through the cruelty of pain and led me to my bliss.
I’m exactly where I belong.
A leader in the boardroom and a purring submissive for Thomas.
When the right chance comes along… do we dare reach for the stars?

THOMAS
I have the woman of my dreams and a chance for a new beginning.
Lina faced all of me, my dark, ugly and violent sides, yet she chose to stay.
She restored my lost balance and helped me find peace with who I am.
I’ve never been so happy… and that’s what scares me the most.
After all we have been through, can we have it all?

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He was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for.
Thomas has reached his breaking point.
Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane.
He’s sick of hiding.
In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions.
The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking.
What happens when her life begins falling apart?
Can Thomas put it back together 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 Dominant new to the lifestyle, a bratty submissive in need of a firm hand and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy but it can be read as a standalone. Bonus material – Chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy.

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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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Unorthodox Chemistry, Book #2

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and psychological stories. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness. If you love flawed characters, submissive alpha females, unconventional dominant heroes, angst, emotional darkness, lots of kinky sex scenes her books might be your kind of pleasure.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Felicity Brandon and Taken(The Dark Necessities Book 1)

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Today Felicity Brandon is a guest on my blog with the first part of her upcoming dark romance and kidnap thriller Taken, Book 1 of her Dark Necessities trilogy that continues in the twisted pages of Tamed, released in December 2018, and concludes in the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).

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Synopsis

One obsessed fan. One captive author.

Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.

Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.

Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?

If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.

Buy Taken to begin this hauntingly addictive set.

Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined.

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Excerpt 1:

She was sobbing outright now, but she did as he asked, moving her body to comply with his demands while she balanced on her elbows. He could sense there was still fight in his captive, but for the time being, all she demonstrated was resignation, as though she realized her arse was his now, and there was nothing she could do about it. He wondered fleetingly if the prospect made her as horny as it did him.

“I want deep breaths,” he told her. “Nice long deep ones as the plug enters you. Show me.”

Molly struggled, pulling in large shaky breaths as best she could in her current emotional state, and he patted her bottom approvingly.

“Good,” he encouraged as he slid the first inch inside her. “Keep going.”

There was tension in her hips and thighs as the plug invaded her body, but somehow his little pet managed to keep going, pulling in the air as best she could. As he reached the roundest part of the dildo though, she began to panic, and her breathing became shallow as her muscles clenched the foreign body. “It won’t fit,” she squealed, the desperation she felt evident in her tone. “Please Sir, it won’t go any further.”

Connor would have laughed at her pathetic little plea, had he not been so irritated with her. “Rubbish!” he barked, striking the vulnerable thigh nearest his palm. “It will fit just fine if you relax, now breathe.”

The top half of Molly collapsed fully onto the bed, but Connor noticed her behind relax as instructed. He pressed forward with each new breath, watching as the five inches of plug disappeared snugly into the little pet’s bottom. In the end, there was only the base of the plug visible between her pert cheeks, a view which made him want to cram her wet pussy full of his cock without any further hesitation.

“All done,” he said proudly, sitting back to admire the look of his butt-plugged little pet. One thing was for sure, he couldn’t wait until she’d be ready to take one with a tail attached. Then she’d truly be his little leashed pet. “Now let me make this really clear, pet. That plug stays in until either I remove it, or I give you permission to do so. Have you got that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, her tone breathless and erratic.

If he didn’t know better, Connor would have thought his little captive was quite enjoying this subjugation, although he felt sure she’d never admit as much.

“If you disobey me on this,” he continued, “then you’ll be meeting the end of my belt. Which I don’t think you’ll appreciate.” He chuckled at the final sentiment and watched as her pale body shuddered.

“Now, what do you say, little one?” he asked, intentionally making his tone stern to startle the trembling woman before him.

It worked, and he watched as her body tensed all over again and she turned anxiously to meet his gaze. Her eyes were questioning, as if she had no clue what he expected.

He sighed, laughing to himself as he smacked her plugged bottom playfully. “I have just given you a gift, pet,” he told her firmly. “So, what do you say?”

Molly’s lips parted and he watched as her pupils dilated. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, lowering her gaze at her obvious humiliation.

“Better,” he responded. “Now tell me what you’re thankful for.”

Her face screwed into a tight ball at the question, and he gave her a moment to process the request, but only a moment.

“Molly,” he warned in a low growl. “Answer me.”

Her eyes snapped open and there were fresh tears as the words he longed to hear rolled from her lips. “Thank you for plugging my ass, Sir.”

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Excerpt 2:

His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike reverberated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank, he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as best he could as the impact vibrated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.

“Why are you being spanked, pet?” he growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.

She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.

Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity toward the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.

“More specifically,” he demanded, “tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”

Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to color wonderfully.

“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.

Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted. “That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.

“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again.

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Excerpt 3:

“What are you?” he demanded again. “Why are you kept leashed and why do you drink from a bowl?”

Molly gulped, her face blanching as his meaning became clearer. Connor’s hand had stopped spanking her since its contact with her wet seam, and as he waited for her reply, his digits were tantalizingly close to her pussy. His gaze never left her though, and all the while, his stare penetrated her face as he pushed her to admit her new-found status.

“I’m your pet, Sir,” she mumbled at length, and as she admitted the words out loud, her voice broke with her humiliation.

“Tell me again,” he insisted, and this time he allowed just one finger to brush against her labia.

She gasped, but her body shuddered, and her hips began to move again, as though they were acting on some type of reflex. “I’m your pet, Sir,” she conceded, her voice louder this time.

Connor rewarded her with one finger, which he slipped effortlessly into her tight channel. Molly moaned gratefully in response, her eyes still blinking away tears as she made eye contact with her captor.

“Do you understand who’s in charge now?” he questioned her, pressing his advantage.

Her head nodded against the bedding beside him as a second digit joined his first inside her pussy. “Yes, yes, Sir,” she gasped as he began to ease out, and then back inside her. Her cheeks had a blazing red hue by now, and he knew the spanking must have hurt, but unbelievably, his pet was wetter than ever. It seemed to Connor that she was caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

“Who?” he growled, fingering her slowly as he assessed her responses.

She panted as she replied, her legs splayed naturally to accommodate his intrusion. “You, Sir,” she whispered. “You are in charge.”

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Excerpt 4:

“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.

She shifted her gaze to follow the sound of his voice, her face no doubt portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.

“No?” he repeated back to her as he stepped forward out of the black shadows of the furthest corner. His right brow arched in the tantalizing way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.

“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.

He moved toward her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.

Molly blinked up at her captor. Free of her binds at last, she felt bolstered and no longer wanted to call him Master. She could never allow a monster like Connor to master her. “What?”

“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, pet? I know you’d enjoy that, and if you didn’t already know, I love the thrill of the chase.”

Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him? Is that why he’d removed the chains? Was this just the latest game he wanted to play?

“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know if you run, I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up straight beside him, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto his. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?

His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, pet,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I knew you before we’d even met. I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”

She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did seem to know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was freaking infuriating.

“Look at me.” His voice was sterner, having taken on some of the quality which made the knot of anxious energy in her belly tighten. She complied, not wanting to rile the beast in him. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing green orbs utterly compelling. His hand came slowly to her face. Molly flinched out of instinct, but relaxed when he began to caress the side of her face with calm, gentle strokes. “This is your story, pet,” he mused. “Our story. If you want to run, then I am not going to stop you.”

“But you will chase me?” she whispered, her fear furling as simmering arousal at his touch began to flood her system. She knew she shouldn’t crave him, but she found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was like a reflex. Despite the fact this was the same hand that had captured, and tormented her, it was also the hand that had rescued and comforted her – and pleasured her.

Connor’s chuckle resonated deeply inside of Molly’s body. “Of course,” he answered, his fingers tightening in her long dark hair. “I will chase you because you’re mine, pet. You belong to me now, we both know that, don’t we?” He hesitated as though he expected her to speak, but she merely blinked at him. Too terrified to respond. Too afraid of what her answer might be. “Molly?”

The sound of her name made her lips part. It was intimate, fanning the flames of her burgeoning need. “Yes, Master?” she said, her voice barely audible as she confessed the truth.

For a moment they just stared at one another, the admission lingering in the dank air around them.

“But that’s not the only reason I’d chase you,” he went on eventually. “I’d chase you because it’s what you want, Molly, isn’t it?”

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Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.

She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.

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