Blurb:
She knew Nick D’Amato. She did not know Saint Nick.
When Zerrin Campbell-D’Amato discovers an illicit secret about her husband, she doesn’t feel jealous or betrayed. Instead, she feels intense arousal. She also knows her husband is reluctant to fulfill a new request unless she asks.
Professor Nick D’Amato is renowned as Saint Nick, one of the best Doms in the world. He’d trained many submissive and Doms and was well-respected. When his wife discovers his secret, he wonders if she can handle everything she asks for.
Sanctified (formerly known as Tesoro Mio in Kindle Vella) is a series of erotic shorts that continues To Love and Obey. It’s about trust, love, and the Dom/sub dynamic.
Snippet:
It seemed like an eternity to Zerrin. “And were you ever planning on telling me this?”
“Not really,” he shook his head.
Zerrin’s eyes widened. Nick never minced words and wasn’t about to start, no matter the consequences. Zerrin almost wished he would lie, just a little. “And you didn’t see the problem with that?”
“I do,” he admitted, “I’m also separating business from my personal life, Tesoro. It’s bad enough I have to bring home work, and I rather not bring home that.”
Nick was so clinical about his deception, it was borderline psychopathic behavior. How easy it was for him to separate sex and love was textbook. He could have sex with someone and be as transactional as possible. “You reached out to her?”
“She reached out to me,” he replied, “she was under a lot of stress and needed help and guidance. I gave it to her.”
Of course, Whitney reached out to Nick. Zerrin felt silly for even thinking it was the other way around. That was how Nick operated – if a woman wanted him, she pursued him. It was never the other way around.
It was how they got together. Zerrin was the one who reached out to Nick. It was always something more with them, even from the first encounter. It started as just a purely sexual relationship, but it became more than that quickly, and neither tried to fight it. Even when they didn’t have play sessions, their lovemaking was full of passion and intimacy beyond fantasy.
The way Nick wanted her to ride his long, thick cock; grabbing her ass as he guided her up and down. Taunting her with his words, then his tongue in her mouth, and his lips on her neck until Zerrin couldn’t stop coming.
Or when he flipped Zerrin onto her back, and they had the most intimate missionary sex as he stared into her eyes, asking her whose pussy it belonged to, and he was balls-deep inside her, quivering around his length.
They made love at home. They fucked in his office at New York University. They fucked in his Mercedes. They fucked in her office in Manhattan. They even fucked against the brick wall outside his brother’s barber shop.
Now Zerrin had to share those experiences, despite her husband’s reassurances. “But you’ve seen her naked again, I’m assuming?” She asked, and he nodded. “And you…?”
“Played with her pussy. Tormented her with a spreader bar. Put clothespins on her nipples. Used a cat o’nine tails across her stomach, back, and thighs. And I used electrical play on her.”
Electrical play. Neon wands. Violet wands. Anything to give the body a slight tingle and prick, akin to a tattoo needle. If someone wanted to hurt another person, it would be TENS units used, and Zerrin was sure Nick was capable of that.
It was that admission that stunned Zerrin the most. Everything he did with Whitney, he never did with her. Furthermore, Nick never asked Zerrin if it was something she wanted to try. Maybe she wanted to.
Zerrin also had to admit silently that everything Nick did with Whitney sounded very painful. Clothespins on her nipples? Whipping her across her stomach? Zerrin had to admit it was a big fat, oh hell nah to all of them.
So, why was she jealous if it was something she had no interest in?
Book 2 will be out this week.
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