Unorthodox Dom is a short novella, a prequel to the Unorthodox Trilogy, taking place four years prior the events in Unorthodox Therapy. It will come out by the end of September, I will announce the release date.
As for Book 2 and 3 of the Unorthodox Trilogy, you can expect a release in November if everything goes well.
That’s the official cover and a small, unedited teaser.
The metal clung to her tender skin, leaving red lines all over her breast. Kat gasped as I tugged the chain and started working on her other nipple. I screwed the mechanism around the sensitive tips until they were rock hard from the blood flowing in them. Her pupils widened when I yanked the silver links of the chain between her nipple clamps even harder. She was struggling to keep her head straight and maintain eye contact but I had forbidden her to look away. That was one of the rules I came up with over the last few weeks. Kat wasn’t permitted to lower her head or avoid my gaze unless the position didn’t allow her or I ordered otherwise.
“Your eyes are too beautiful,” I told her with a firmness that surprised me. “In the scene, you agree to be mine and by looking down you deny me the sight of what is mine. You’ll be punished if you disobey and I’ll make sure you would not enjoy the consequences. Do you understand, pet?”
I adored looking at her eyes while I was torturing, hurting or pleasuring her. It was quickly becoming one of my favorite things during our games. She was so expressive and the emotions raging in her gaze were thrilling me, just like her naked body, sassy tongue and the way she surrendered to the pain, to the anguish, to me.
Kat was like a study subject I could never get tired of, there was always something fascinating I was yet to discover of her.
I ran my fingers down the rope tightening her wrists and smiled. The hemp fabric was rough and scratched her skin. My heart was swelling with pride at the sight of the knot of her rope cuffs. After so many hours of trying and experimenting I could finally come up with a perfect knot from scratch without even trying. It was sure to leave beautiful marks after I removed them and left her fully naked, except for her simple training collar.
That’s all she had on except for the ropes I wound around her wrists and ankles. Kat was lying on her belly on top of Allie’s bed. I also tied her hands to her legs and her whole body was pulled like a string, making it even harder for my poor victim to look down or lower her head. She was moaning and wiggling in the tight rope while I was restraining her, in hope that my smile looked cruel enough.
I’ve seen that girl naked more times than I had actually seen my ex-girlfriend and yet I hadn’t even kissed her. Right at that moment when I was brushing my fingers down her sensitive spine, I wanted to fuck her so badly my mind was spinning. Kat was spread before me like a delicious feast, so helpless, sopping wet and willing. Her lips were open in a constant moaning and I could read the plea in her eyes. All I had to do was take off my jeans and shove my cock inside her until she screamed for mercy. She’d love it when I pushed her even deeper in subspace and fully claimed her as my slut.
Kat wouldn’t complain if I took her right there, she admitted she loved being forced and manhandled during a scene.
In that moment, though, in that stage of total lust, I could pull back and remain in control. My violent, horny side would not overrule me, I could keep my distance from it and prove I was stronger than it.
It’d be easy to take her and fuck her, even Allie wouldn’t stop me, that was how much I desired Kat.
I wouldn’t do that.
She had to ask for it… No. If she wanted me to screw her pussy raw and give her my seed she’d have to straight up begging for it.
The magic wand vibrator came to life as I plugged it in the outlet. I pushed the rotating, buzzing head between her thighs, gathered together by the rope and left it against her pussy. Kat breathed in and screamed out at the top of her lungs at the vibrations went through her soaked cunt. She pressed her legs together even further and arched her neck as the device was hitting all her weak spots, ready to push her over the edge.
Not yet.
My eyes shifted up to meet Allie’s gaze. She was standing next to the bed, in her full Mistress Sheila attire – the black wig, the corset, the fishnet stockings and the cruel smirk.
I picked up a riding crop and placed it under her chin, caressing it with the rough rectangular piece of leather.
“Is my little whore enjoying the wand against her needy cunt?”
“Sir, please, it’s too much…” Tears were already rolling down her cheeks. Some part of me urged me to stop the scene. I shoved it in the corner and kept stroking her face with the crop, careful not to hurt her.
“Is that a safeword, pet?”
“N-no but… Oh, please, stop…”
“You want me to stop?” I pulled the crop back from her reddened face and smacked her hard across the rump, leaving a beautiful mark. She cried out even harder when I repeated the movement on her other cheek, leaving an identical signature. Her tears were falling freely while I slowly built up a rhythm. I withdrew the vibrator from her pussy so I wouldn’t overwhelm her. After a slow moment of rest, I shove it in an abrupt movement, grasp her hair and bend her head.
“You sure you want me to stop?” I timed my question with one fast and cruel hit across her flesh, already streaked with red lines and raising welts. She shut her eyes closed and mewled desperately and her body tightened in an attempt to gain some control. My grasp of her luscious locks didn’t ease, I yanked her back so hard her eyelids opened against her will.
“I asked you a question, slut. Do you want me to stop?” I brought my face closer to hers, so close I could kiss her. Her lips were so tempting. I could picture myself biting them as I finally got to taste her.
“N-no… yes… no…” Kat was rambling, tightening her ass and attempting to raise it. “Please… please…”
“What are you asking me for, little one?” I whispered against her lips and hit her hard with the riding crop. That was meant to leave a bruise on her delicious ass, a token of our meeting.
Her next cry, filled with such a desperate plea, shocked the hell out of me and I nearly dropped the crop.
“Please, fuck me!” She growled and shifted her body, pushing it higher. Her toes were curled hard, in a nearly painful way as Kat was writhing like a horny snake. “Please, sir, Master… I’ll do anything… fuck me… I need this so much.”
I looked at Allie and felt how the knot of nervousness tied its poisonous threads inside me. The bravado I’ve been building drained from me for one short moment. Was I supposed to give in to her plea? She looked like she was craving it but could she really think in that moment when her body was in heat?
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