#FlashbackFriday: S&M IV

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“Mari?” She heard His Southern drawl. “Come here, please.”

She logged out of her accounts and shut the computer down. She tried to wipe the smirk off her face as the butterflies danced in her stomach. She wondered what He was going to do to her. Was He going to take her on His desk? His sofa? Was He going to restrain her? Her mind went back and forth on what He wanted to do and what was actually going to occur.

Whatever she was feeling inside, she contained it outside. She made careful strides in her high heels and eyes downcast as she’d been instructed. Only look up at Master when He instructed.

When she arrived at His office, she made a beeline to Him and kneeled before Sir. Her eyes remained downcast and she used the time to calm her mind and clear her thoughts. Her only focus was on Him and only Him. She didn’t need to be worrying about school, dinner, or other nonsensical things at the moment. If she did, Sir would immediately notice and that would be the end of the scene. She slowly breathed fresh air through her lungs and out of her nostrils. Within seconds, she felt immediately better.

She felt a strong hand pat her head and a smile grew on her face. He was pleased she was there and that made her heart sing. It didn’t matter if He didn’t speak to her for the rest of the night or they didn’t participate in a scene at all. The fact she was available for Him, and He wanted her there, pleased her to no end.

Some women couldn’t understand why any sane woman would want to be a submissive and serve her Master. They were in love with the kinky sex idea but not the service and submission. They wouldn’t understand why she wanted Him to make all of her life decisions. They refuse to comprehend why she needed Him to show her guidance. They flat-out refused to entertain the thought she took care of any household needs while He handled all business affairs for them both. Mariana didn’t have time to explain to anyone who didn’t want to know the Lifestyle or simply couldn’t understand it. All she knew, all she wanted, was Master. No one would do – ever.

“Stand up,” He quietly spoke.

Mariana stood up but kept her eyes downcast. Master didn’t tell specifically to look at Him and she didn’t want to disobey Him.

“Undress,” He ordered.

She didn’t question if He wanted her down to her undergarments or completely naked; she knew exactly what it was. It was protocol she had to follow and she took explicit care to make sure she did it in the right order. First, she slid off her shoes and carefully placed them in a nearby corner. She removed her slacks and neatly folded them before putting them in a chair. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and that was when she made eye contact with Master for the first time.

She saw the fire burning in His eyes and a slow nod of His head as a tongue darted His lips. He enjoyed the show without vocalizing it. Once her shirt was unbuttoned, she slowly removed the material and folded it nice and neat, setting it on top of the slacks. Her bra and panties came off next and they too were also neatly folded.

She walked back to the corner where she kept the shoes. It was an intentionally short distance. Master wanted to see her ass jiggle as she walked and she willingly obliged His request. They both knew she belonged to Him and she wanted to show off just for Him. She bent over to slide on the shoes and walked slowly back to Him, dragging her hips with each step.

She finally stopped in of Him. Her arms were to her side and she stood straight up, perfect posture. She simply awaited His next instruction.

It felt like minutes before Master acted, but it was really just a few seconds. He wanted to admire the beauty of her nakedness. The way her breasts looked like perfect tear drops. Her toned stomach. Her caramel skin that glistened under the moonlight. Her long legs that wrapped so nicely around His waist.

She was a goddess and only belonged to Him.


 

I purposely chose this scene because they were going to be the third couple in Cuffing Season.

S&M will return at a date TBA.

#ThrowbackThursday: I Need You #erotica #bdsm #contemporary

INYAR

The Nook was a private room inside their home, located in a secluded and hidden area that was only accessible through the walk-in closet in their master bedroom.

Other people in the scene referred to their private rooms as dungeons and chambers. Others referred to their rooms with fancy names like Domination Palazzo or Den of Sin. But Sanora wanted something softer and, dare she think, friendlier. Nook sounded like a cozy, warm place out in the country. Let’s go to the nook. Oh, we have a nook in Georgia.

Cozy. Quaint.

The room itself was very much a nook with cream walls, lush carpeting, and vaulted ceilings. The room contained hidden walls and with the push of a button, it revealed various implements, restraints, and a bed that was custom-built specifically for BDSM activities.

Tonight was going to be a special night for the both of them. When Jay arrived at the Nook, he was greeted with a massage table in the middle of the room. Candles were lit everywhere and he briefly wondered if wax play was going to be on the menu tonight.

“Lay on the table, baby boy,” Sanora instructed.

Jay lay down on the table. He kept his eyes open until he was instructed to close them. He knew the protocol. Whatever She said, went. Nothing was up for debate or discussion.

Not that he ever had an issue with anything She did to him. He wanted her to push him to the limit and bring him back from the abyss. Humiliation was the norm between them and Sanora degraded Jay every chance she got, and there were a lot of them.

But it was what he wanted. Being in power all day and calling the shots with their shared submissives, Jay needed a reminder that he wasn’t anything and was the lowest of the low. Other politicians used reminders to keep them in check—an old photo of the first home they grew up in; a reminder of a worn suit that had seen better days; a strong memory of when they went hungry and didn’t eat for days.

For Jay? His reminder was his Domme wife. He could remember a time she made him wear her lace panties and garter to a presidential inauguration. He itched and the panties chafed him all day, causing red welts around his groin.

He loved every minute of it.


 

Get to know Senator Jay Edwards when the erotic short, Power, is released later this month.

#SexySunday: I Need You #erotica #bdsm #nook #kindle

INYAR

She felt empowered. Had she ever felt like this before? Not in a long time.

The last time she’d felt like this was long before her life now, when she was in college and partying it up. Did she feel empowered then? Maybe, though she could admit when a person had enough liquor in them, the imaginary muscles and a false sense of confidence and boldness comes out, making anyone feel like they’re the Incredible Hulk.

Intelligence was powerful. Educating other women on their bodies and sexuality, letting them know it was okay to feel sexy and confident and be in control of their womanhood and orgasms, made her feel like she was a queen.

Well, she was in someone’s eyes. There was no doubt that Zerrin D’Amato was the queen of Nick’s universe.

He’d given her a sense of purpose she hadn’t had before and it made her feel… sexy. Her walk had a bit more swag in it than before. Her smile was bigger and brighter. Her eyes twinkled with a newfound interest and curiosity about life and what it had to offer.

Of course, she’d her Master/husband to thank. While BDSM was the latest new shiny toy in popular culture, Zerrin knew the truth. Those who lived it and breathed it didn’t treat it like a fad but, rather, embraced it as a lifestyle; some even doing it 24/7 like she and Nick. There were no off-days, no breaks; it was all or nothing.

So, it gave her a smile that she was offered to do a guest lecture at USC on BDSM and female sexuality. She spent several weeks trying to come up with an eye-catching title to make people want to come hear what she had to say. It was a conversation with her sister-in-law, Faith, regarding the current state of her marriage to Eli that made Zerrin decide on a final title:

Power of the Pussy: An exploration on female sexuality and BDSM.

If she could change the perspective of just one person, Zerrin felt she did her job. “Now is the time for questions,” Zerrin took off her glasses and put them in her blazer, “I’m sure there are a lot of them.”

A young female raised her hand. “I don’t understand why any woman would like to be bound and gagged? I mean, what is sexy about being treated like cattle?”

“Well, let’s look at your perspective,” Zerrin offered, “do you like it when your lover takes control in the bedroom?”

The female student squirmed a little in her seat as others commented and chuckled around her. “I suppose so, but he’s not barking orders at me, telling me to call him Master and all that stuff.”

“But you like to be dominated, right? You just admitted you like it when he takes charge, correct? What is different from what you admitted to what you think of BDSM?” Zerrin smiled. “You’re not giving your control when you want him to dominate, correct? You want him to make you feel alive and wanted before, during, and after. That is where BDSM helps women. You may think some women are being treated like property and cattle, but there are many women who feel wanted, sexy, and empowered… as if they’re finding their voice and calling. Many women in BDSM lead very productive lives and have no self-esteem issues.”

“They only need guidance from someone to help them bring out the freak,” another female added.

“They need guidance,” Zerrin repeated and nodded.

Another female raised her hand. “My boyfriend and I participate in BDSM and trust me; he doesn’t treat me like Betsy the Cow, or disrespect me in any way. That’s the biggest misrepresentation of BDSM. Everyone thinks a woman who wants to be dominated, wants to be violated.”

“But why do you want a man to hit you?” Another woman asked. “I just don’t see what’s so hot about a man slapping you and telling you to call him Master? I thought we were past slavery!”

“Because you’re thinking of it as a violent act. She’s very much in control of what happens between us. If she tells me to stop, I stop. There are no questions, no begging for another chance. I merely facilitated her needs and desires.” A male student answered. “She’s not being oppressed and I’m not holding her against her will. It’s very much consensual. Think about all the times you’ve been in bed and a guy has pulled your hair or spanked your ass. Guess what? That’s BDSM and you probably didn’t realize you were doing it at the time.”

“Hell, I wouldn’t mind calling you Master!” Another female responded to the male student amidst laughter.

Zerrin smiled. “Are there any more questions?”

“Do you practice BDSM?” Another student asked.

Zerrin’s eyes fluttered with happiness and a small smile spread across her lips. “Yes, I do. I’ve been in a consensual BDSM relationship for the past several years now.”

“Your husband?” The student pointed to Zerrin’s ring.

“And he’s my Master,” Zerrin added, “He’s also the father of my son.”

“Does he tell you what to do?” Another student asked.

“He gives me direction. For example, every day, I have to list five good things about my day no matter how bad my day was. He says there’s a blessing somewhere in there and He’s correct. I also have to list what I’m thankful for to remind me of my blessings.”

“Wait a minute…” A female shook her head. “I thought BDSM was just sex?”

“Sex is a small part of BDSM but it’s not all of it.” Zerrin clarified. “It starts with the mind before it moves to the body.”

“It sure does,” the male student commented to more looks and whispers from the audience.

“Is your husband/Master here tonight?” A student asked.

“Yes, he is,” Zerrin beckoned to Nick, who entered the lecture hall. His appearance immediately caused gasps and more whispers among the female attendees. Dressed in a sweater-vest, jeans, and black frames on his face, Nick fulfilled every woman’s hot nerdy guy fantasy. “This is my husband, Professor Nicholas D’Amato of NYU.”

“Fuck, he can spank me any damn time he wants!” A female attendant said loudly to laughter and ‘Amens’.

“Are there any more questions? If not, that’s all I have. I thank you all for coming out tonight on this romantic day of the year. Be safe out there tonight.”

After a few private questions, Zerrin packed up her belongings and left the hall. “So, how did I do, Master?”

“You did wonderful, tesero,” Nick smiled. “You did really well tonight. A bit of a tough crowd for you.”

“Meh,” Zerrin shrugged, “anyone who doesn’t understand the lifestyle won’t get it. I blame the mainstream media and gossip-mongers for teaching otherwise.”

“It’s not for everyone,” Nick walked with his wife down the corridor. “People have it in their minds what BDSM is about; that those who practice it are sexual deviants who probably drink virgin blood and sacrifice babies. I blame it on the religious foundations this country has. Everything had to be pure and chaste; anything that differentiated from that was considered evil and wrong. If everyone liked blue and I just happened to like yellow, all of a sudden I have some sort of wicked spirit inside me and I was immediately outcast. It still happens today but just in other extreme forms.”

Zerrin stopped walking and Nick followed. “Why are you so damn smart and sexy?” She pulled him in for a long kiss.

Nick smiled. “Mama didn’t raise a fool.”

“Mmm… she sure didn’t.” Zerrin’s eyes sparkled.

“Let’s get out of here,” Nick took her hand and they began walking again, “we have a long night ahead of us.”

“And what are we doing tonight, Sir?” Zerrin asked.

“Hmm… well, give me a number between one and ten.”

“Hmm…” Zerrin gave her answer some serious thought. “…five.”

Nick stopped walking and turned to his wife. “Five?”

“Five.” Zerrin stated with authority. “Five, Sir.”

“Hmm…” Nick pushed back Zerrin’s long braids and kissed her. “Either someone wants to get pregnant again or she doesn’t want to walk tomorrow.”

“Both?”

Nick smiled and pressed Zerrin’s body against his. His hardened cock pressed into the vee of her thighs and if he could, he would’ve taken her right there in the hallway. He knew the trip back to the hotel would be worth the wait so he bid his time carefully. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget your safeword.”

#ThrowbackThursday: Yes, Master #bdsm #nook #kindle #interracial #erotica

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“Small world.”

Krista looked up and saw Saint Nick smiling back down at her. Damn, did the man ever not look gorgeous? She could tell He was on His way to the university by his attire of a dress shirt, blazer, and matching slacks. He carried an expensive-looking leather messenger bag that complemented His attire and aura.

She’d never really noticed Nick before other than in passing and never tried to spend more time than she had to at Tony’s shop. Ever since the fateful demonstration, Krista had seen Nick more often and definitely in a new light.

“Good Morning, Sir.” She greeted Him. She motioned to the other chair at the table. “Would You like to sit down?”

“I would love to. Thank you.” Nick sat across from her. His blue eyes sparkled like small pools of blue when the sunlight hit His face just right. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing well, Sir. How are you?”

“I’m doing wonderful.” Nick replied. “I wanted to speak with you with what happened yesterday if you have a moment?”

“Sure,” Krista adjusted her position and gave Nick her full attention. “What did you want to speak about?”

“I don’t like to inflict punishment on anyone and yesterday was just as uncomfortable for Me as it was for you. But I want you to understand that I’m not a Sadist. When I give you punishment, it is to correct a behavior so you know the consequences if it were to happen again.” He stated. “The goal is for you to become a better submissive and overall, a better person. It is not to fulfill some twisted fantasy of Mine to get off on your weaknesses.”

Krista was silently impressed. Saint Nick didn’t talk down to her like a child, nor was He condescending or threatening towards her. Instead, He treated her with the utmost respect. He spoke to her as if they were talking about the weather or about politics. Other than His movie star good looks, she saw why He had such a following among submissives.

He really was a Saint. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good. Now that’s out of the way, did you have any questions about the contract? I’m sure you have a lot.”

“I do,” Krista happened to have a copy of said contract on her and pulled it out to review. “Is this binding in a court of law?”

“Of course not,” Nick replied, “this is just for fun and only for fun.”

“You Both mentioned I would have to get a physical examination,” Krista shook her head, “I don’t understand. I need to see a doctor?”

“No, My submissives will examine you.”

Krista almost dropped her coffee cup. Nick had more than one? Were they permanent? What time of examination were they going to do? “Submissives?”

“It’s a standard examination. It’s not a pap smear if that’s what you’re wondering.” He clarified.

Krista’s eyes widened as big as the ocean. “When is this to take place, Sir?”

“This week,” Nick stated and Krista gulped the breath she was holding, “and from there, we’ll start your tasks until your trip to California.”

“Tasks?” Krista questioned. She previously thought she bit off more than she could chew but oh, how naïve she truly was.

“Yes, in additional to rituals and protocols.” Nick took a sip of coffee. He studied Krista’s mannerisms and saw how her face slowly morphed from excitement to uncertainty within a matter of seconds. “If it’s too much, we can end this here and now. I’ll let Master Scott know as well.”

“You two have a habit of giving me a way out before I have a chance to decide, Sir,” Krista couldn’t hide the annoyance in her voice, “You both want me to have faith in You but neither of You have faith in me.”

“Sugar, do you honestly believe this is Our first time at the rodeo you’re inviting Us to? Baby girl, we’ve had many other submissives request the same thing you want. We don’t waste time on anyone. You get multiple orgasms from Us; what do We get in return?” Nick questioned and Krista immediately felt small. “You want the glory but you don’t want to put in the work to get there. Again, I’ll only say this one last time because I certainly do not like to hear Myself speak – you want your fantasy, you will do exactly what We say and when We say it. If not, you can easily find two other men to fulfill what you want.”

“Are you saying you don’t think I’m capable of handling direction from You both, Sir?” Krista asked.

“I’m saying do not waste My time,” Nick’s eyes hardened.

Krista pulled out a pen and quickly signed the contract. She slid it over to Nick. “There. I signed Your contract. Bring it on, Sir.”

Nick took the contract, gently folded it, and put in his blazer. “Good. Now that’s out of the way. In a couple of hours, you will receive a visit by two women. You will do everything they say. After they are done and you no longer have any work or family commitments, you are to go home and insert the following objects inside your pussy – a pencil, an electric toothbrush, a golf ball, your finger, and finally a vibrator, because I know you definitely have one of those. After you have inserted each of those objects, you are to write a detailed assessment of each object inside you. You will send the assessment to Me no later than midnight tonight. If I do not have the task by midnight, you will have a nice repercussion waiting for you early in the morning. Are we clear?”

Krista swallowed again. What in the hell did she get herself into? “Crystal, Sir.”

“Good,” Nick got up and took another sip of coffee. He walked over to Krista and bent down so His lips tickled her earlobe. “Here’s a good first lesson for you – never challenge your Master.”

 

#Flashback Friday: S&M III, Vol. II #kindle #nook #ebook #erotica #interracial

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“Can I see you for a moment?” Scott whispered to Mariana.

Mariana was in the middle of sharing gossip with her cousins when Scott approached her. She immediately didn’t like his tone. It wasn’t the same tone when they played; he was disturbed about something. “Um, sure. I’ll be right back, ladies.” She excused herself from the table and followed him into the nearest bathroom.

Scott closed the door behind them and locked it. He put the toilet seat down to sit on it and motioned Mariana to sit on his lap. “I had a nice talk with your father just now.”

“And you’re still here?” Mariana nervously chuckled. “That’s impressive.”

“It was tense at some moments, yes, but once he realized I wasn’t your sugar daddy and you’re not my marionette, we saw eye-to-eye on a lot of things.” Scott wrapped his arms around Mariana. “We both want the same thing: for you to be happy.”

Mariana’s heart melted. “You make me happy, Scott.”

“And you make me very happy, Mari,” Scott wrapped his arms around her back. His erection was pressing into her shorts.

“Um, apparently,” Mari adjusted her position. “You need to put that away for later.”

“The door is locked,” There was a gleam in Scott’s eyes. He wanted her.

“This is my parents’ house, Scott,” she slapped his wandering hands away from her breasts, “and all of my relatives are here.”

“You didn’t give me anything for my birthday,” Scott playfully whined.

“Yes, I did!” Mariana kept slapping Scott’s hands away. His birthday was just a few days prior. “It’s not my fault you didn’t like it.”

Mariana had attempted to make Scott a romantic birthday dinner, except she didn’t know how to cook. It was the first time she attempted to make grilled cheese sandwiches, and they ended up looking like black bricks. Scott was a champ and ate the black bread, anyway. “I love my sandwiches like I love my women,” He smiled as he ate the food. “Black.” The pair ended up ordering a pizza and having beer and wine.

Scott smiled as the memory faded. Despite the disastrous dinner, it was one of his best birthdays in recent times. He was with his love, and that was all that mattered. “They were charcoal bricks, baby.”

“You still ate them!”

Scott could still remember the taste of them. It wasn’t a pleasant memory. “Barely.” His hands found Mariana’s breasts again and she relented. She leaned forward so he can unhook her bra. “They won’t hear us if we’re quiet enough.”

Scott’s nose nuzzled against Mariana’s neck. She sweetly smelled of strawberries, peaches, and wine. It was her spot and they both knew it. His mouth lightly sucked on her neck and Mariana bit her lip to prevent any moans.

Her back arched and her toes curled upon contact. She instinctively ground against his lap, wanting him, needing him to be inside her. “You have to be quick, honey,” Mariana softly moaned as Scott continued to kiss her neck, “and no play.”

If it had been up to Scott, they would’ve been fucking already. “Take off your shorts. Leave your shirt on.”

Mariana hurriedly pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them, while Scott pulled his down to his ankles. She climbed on top of Scott and he surprised her by suddenly thrusting inside her. She let out a small yelp before his lips crushed hers. “Shhh…” He whispered. “Ride my cock, baby.”

Mariana eased herself up and down on his cock, her walls stretching to accommodate him. Their tongues intertwined as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. She clenched tightly around his cock and leaned against his chest and rode him faster. “Fuck, Scott,” Mari whispered, “I’m about to cum. I’m about to—I’m about to cum.”

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” he dared her.

“I’m cumming…I’m…” Mariana breathed before her body shuddered. Scott quickly covered her mouth with his as she moaned into it. She carefully climbed off Scott and kneeled down before him. She licked the side of his cock, tasting both him and herself. She swallowed his cock with one movement and sucked fast, her hungry mouth devouring him. A few moments later, Scott erupted in her mouth and she swallowed.

“Happy Thanksgiving, honey.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, baby.”

#SexySunday Snippet: To Love and Obey #erotica #bdsm #nook #kindle

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For days, Zerrin had tussled with what happened at The Dungeon. She was embarrassed, just horrified that she hadn’t used her better judgment. She was lucky Nick was there to save her or things would’ve been much worse.

That heroic act led to her next action: she didn’t know how to approach Nick. He had seen her half-naked at a sex party, getting taken advantage of by a guy who she silently admitted didn’t know all that well, and she had barely said thank you to him for rescuing her. He deserved so much more than a thank you. She owed him her life.

He had implied he wanted to spend the night with her and she had turned him down like a fool. Did he really want to spend the night with her? Or was it just a guilt trip ploy to get her to thank him properly? Maybe it was best course of action; her bruise swelled up the next morning and she stayed inside mostly to avoid looks and stares from passers-by on the street. She didn’t want to explain how or why she got that particular bruise.

“Hi Nick,” she waved.

“Zerrin,” Nick politely greeted her. He examined her face and saw there wasn’t a bruise. He felt relieved, though the anger still itched inside him from how she got that bruise. He read her nervousness. He knew she avoided him for the past few days because of everything. Well, it was awkward. He had seen a new side of her he hadn’t known existed. She knew a side of him that shocked her. Still, he wanted to listen to what she had to say—if she was going to say anything at all.

Long, quiet moments passed by when Nick finally spoke up again. “I can’t read your mind, Zerrin.”

Zerrin swallowed her pride. “The other night, Nick. I just want to say thank you for the other night. For what happened.” She waited for his response. Instead she was met with cold eyes and an equally cold front. “Thank you. I’ll be going now.” She began to leave.

“Have you ever been spanked?” Nick’s voice echoed in the classroom and made Zerrin stop in her tracks. She heard his footsteps walk over to her. She felt his strong presence directly behind her. She felt his eyes boring into her, drinking her in, and holding her steady.

“What?” Her voice cracked.

“Have you ever been spanked?” He asked again.

Nick stood close—too close—and it made Zerrin uncomfortable; her heart seemed to be skipping several beats and her throat suddenly became dry. She managed to find the strength to steady her breath, inhaling and exhaling through her nose, though she regretted that action. Each time she inhaled, she was blessed with the delicious musky cologne Nick was wearing.

It was at that moment Zerrin realized exactly how long it had been since she’s been with a man. Weeks morphed into months and Zerrin lost track. The last time she had sex was a long time ago and the last time she had good sex was even longer. It was too long and the sensations she was getting from her neck down to her core were making her head spin.

Still, she managed to find a few words. “No, I haven’t.” She shook her head. “Not yet.”

Nick walked over to the desk and sat down in the chair behind him. “Lift up your skirt and bend over my knee,” He ordered.

Zerrin hesitated. Did he just ask her what she thought he asked her? And at school? What if someone came in? What if a student spied on them? “Here?”

“A true submissive would just do, not ask,” Nick’s voice was stern. “Thank you, Zerrin. You can be on your way now.”

“Wait!” she interjected. She swallowed her pride and walked back to Nick and lifted her skirt, exposing her ass cheeks through her tights. She bent over his lap and again felt Nick’s eyes on her. He steadied her body, putting one hand on the small of her back while the other hand rubbed her ass, feeling how soft and supple it was.

Her heart was pounding, and her mind was racing; going a mile a minute. She lightly swallowed a few times, wondering what Nick was going to do to her. Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to harm her? She wished she had kept her mouth shut and avoided him for the rest of the year.

Smack! The sharp thud of Nick’s hand against her ass woke Zerrin up. Her eyes widened and her mouth gasped open in shock and pain. Smack! The second swat made her body tingle and the pain vibrated throughout her body. Smack! The third swat, however, created a hot sensation in her sex. Desire coursed through her body as her toes curled and Zerrin’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She swallowed a few times to steady her breath. Was she breathing? She stopped breathing upon the anticipation of everything. She finally let out a small breath through her nose and closed her eyes.

That was where she belonged. She felt needed. She felt at home. “If you want guidance, I can give it to you. If you don’t want guidance and prefer the bullshit that happened back at the club, we’re done here,” Nick quietly spoke as his hand circled her ass, causing shivers running up and down Zerrin’s spine. “The choice is yours.”

Zerrin closed her eyes again and took a deep breath. This is what she wanted, right? She wanted a real Dom. She wanted someone to teach her, train her, and instill values in her. She wanted someone she could submit to. She wanted someone to own her mind and body. “I want this.”

“Why do you want to be a submissive?”

“I think it’s sexy, and I like the power exchange.”

Nick wasn’t convinced about Zerrin. He had witnessed too many women reading a romanticized tale of BDSM and the complicated D/s relationship, thinking that it was just one big orgasmic session after another. The same ones were usually surprised once they realized there was a lot of servitude and obedience expected from them, then they start screaming about Women’s Rights and referencing the suffrage movements as they hurriedly put on their clothing and raced out of his home. “There’s more to being a submissive than just being tied up and a guy fucks you with a dildo. There’s a lot of service and submission that is involved.”

“I realize that,” Zerrin was uncomfortable having a conversation with Nick while she was still bent over on his lap. There was something almost humiliating about the act. “I want to be a submissive to a Dom and cater to him.”

Nick walked his free hand down the curvature of Zerrin’s cheeks, feeling how soft her behind was. The emotions she brought out in him were almost feral, as if she brought out a need within him that even he didn’t realize he had. Oh, he was going to have a lot of fun flogging her.

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INYAR

“You shouldn’t be alone tonight,” a familiar voice said in front of her.

Mariana looked up and met eyes with Scott. Damn, he was gorgeous. His emerald eyes sparkled in the candlelight and there was a slight smile peeking at the corner of his lips. She briefly inhaled and was blessed with his earthy cologne.

She should’ve been happy to see him but the anger from B.’s revelation clouded her jubilation. “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what Bernard is doing if I assume correctly,” Scott rocked back on his heels, “having dinner at a very expensive restaurant with my girlfriend.”

“You know what I mean, Scott. B. told me about his future trip overseas,” Mariana’s eyes narrowed at him, and there was no sign of elation within them, “he told me you were behind his new tour.”

“B. is very talented, Mari. He needs all the promotion he can get and I’m willing to help him with that.”

“Stop,” she was curt, “he doesn’t need your help.” Scott looked around the restaurant and then sat himself down at her table. “I didn’t invite you to sit.”

“I don’t care,” he brushed her off. He motioned to a server to bring him a drink and one was promptly served. Scott took a sip of his whiskey and chewed it, savoring the smoky flavor. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass for a short while before he turned his attention to Mariana. “Your boyfriend is passionate about something and I happened to have the right connections to make sure his dream comes to fruition. And you’re telling me you don’t want that to happen?”

“I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t you,” she clarified, not moved by his intimidation attempt, “it’s the fact you are so insistent in helping him that makes me wonder what this is really about.”

Scott took another sip of whiskey and leaned back in his chair. “And what do you think this is really about?”

“You do not want me to be happy,” she held eye contact.

“Au contraire, mi amor. I want you to be very happy.

“You don’t want me to be very happy with him,” Mariana held her ground.

Scott played with his whiskey glass. “That’s a provocative statement.”

“It’s a true statement,” she replied.

“So you think.”

“So I believe.”

“Don’t believe everything you think,” he replied and Mariana uncomfortably shifted in her chair, “your happiness is all I care about, Mariana, contrary to what you believe. I have never wanted you to be unhappy because of something I did and yes, I’ll admit I did things that made you very unhappy and I sincerely and truly regret those things. But I will not sabotage your relationship for my sake. If I didn’t want you to be with Bernard, you wouldn’t be with Bernard.”

“You may have B. fooled into thinking you fully support him but we both know that’s not the case,” Mariana revealed, “you’re keeping tabs on him like you are on me.”

“You did not have to come back to McCormick, Mari.” Scott’s fingers circled the whiskey glass. “You chose to.”

“McCormick had the best package out there and it was an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“It was an offer you could have refused and you didn’t,” Scott pointed out. “Now let me ask you—which one of us is keeping tabs on the other?”

“Do not flatter yourself,” Mariana retorted and Scott raised an amusing eyebrow, “I wouldn’t choose a job at McCormick just to spy on you.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Scott replied back as Dove took center stage at the dance floor behind Mariana, “I would hate to think you hate me that much, to care about what I’m doing.”

“You are convinced that I hate you and truth is…” Mariana briefly closed her eyes and counted to ten. There was a thin line between love and hate, though sometimes, it seemed that line became blurred. The man she would’ve done anything for was the same man who made her disgusted with anger.

She let out a small sigh and slowly opened her eyes. “I don’t ha—” Mariana stopped speaking when she realized Scott’s attention was behind her. She turned around and saw Dove grinding against another man in the middle of the dance floor. She was slightly bent over, moving her ass against the man’s crotch before she stood up again and ground more against his body, all the while locking eyes with Scott.

“You were saying, Mari?” Scott’s voice made Mariana sharply turn around to face him. A small smile formed on the corners of his lips as his eyes twinkled in delight in what Dove was doing.

“Am I boring you?” Mariana asked with a jealous annoyance in her voice.

“No, not at all.” Scott’s eyes danced from his ex-girlfriend to his current. “Dove was simply telling me something, that’s all.”

“That she wanted you take her back to her home on Whore Island?” Mariana snickered.

“What she wants me to do to her tonight when we get home,” Scott’s grin became bigger and Mariana turned around to see Dove’s dance becoming more sexual with each movement. She gyrated harder against her dancing partner, running her tongue over her sharp red-painted lips, and encouraging her partner to enjoy the ride.

Meanwhile, Scott sat back in his chair like a proud Dom and nursed his whiskey. Mariana could tell Scott enjoyed the show Dove put on for him and he was already calculating in his mind, what positions he was going to have Dove in when they arrived home. Missionary. Doggystyle. Probably up against a wall.

Of course, Dove was going to be tied up or bound in some form, maybe with a blindfold over her eyes so she wouldn’t be able to see. Instead, she would just feel… Feel Scott’s thick cock moving inside her as his strong hands gripped her wrists above her head. She would feel Scott caressing her ass with a cocoa butter salve after he’d slapped it throughout the night.

Dove would feel everything Scott used to do to Mariana, and that made her boil over with jealousy and rage. How dare that chick dance for her man? “I see.”

#ThrowbackThursday: S&M III, Vol. I – #bdsm, #nook, #kindle, #ebook

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“Tonight we have a special lesson,” Sanora began, “we have a lesson in bravery.”

“Bravery?” Scott questioned.

“Bravery,” Sanora repeated as Jay brought a cigar and lit it for Her. She took a few plumes of smoke. “I want to see how brave you are.”

Scott still didn’t understand where Sanora was coming from. “I’m fine with discipline, Mistress.”

“It’s not the discipline aspect I’m concerned with,” She nodded to Dominic who opened double doors. A beautiful young woman walked through. “It’s the concentration that poses a problem.”

Scott looked at the woman before him. She was tall with olive skin and brown eyes. She had long, black hair flowing down her back and wore a black dress with a plunging neckline.

“Scott, this is Aileen,” Sanora introduced the pair to each other, “I think the two of you will get along quite nicely, I hope. Do you like who I picked out for you?”

Scott eyed the buxom woman in front of him. He already imagined what he would do to her. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. That’s great to hear. Aileen will be your odalisque for the remainder of your trip here. She’ll let you do whatever you want to her with her permission, of course.”

“Sounds good.” Scott smiled.

Sanora readjusted her position in the chair. “I want you to fuck her.”

It was at that moment Scott finally began to enjoy his time in Italy. “Yes, Mistress,” He smiled like a child who just received the video game he had been wanting for years. Scott led Aileen towards his bedroom.

“In front of me.” Sanora clarified.

Scott stopped cold. The smile disappeared from his face. Any excitement he had was soon replaced with a quiet anger and embarrassment. “What?”

“I want you to fuck her in front of me.” A curl formed on Sanora’s lips. “Is that a problem?”

“Actually, yes it is, Mistress.” Scott replied. He had enough voyeurism with Caprina.

“What’s wrong?” Sanora crossed her legs. “Soft caught your dick?”

Scott told Aileen wait before he walked over to Sanora. He was seething with embarrassment. “What are you doing, Mistress?”

“I’m curious to see your stroke game,” Sanora took a plume from Her cigar. “I want to see how you give a woman pleasure without her ordering you to do it first.”

Scott regretted taking Sanora up on her offer. It was bad enough Caprina humiliated him throughout their relationship, now he had Sanora picking up where she left off. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Good,” Sanora motioned towards the couch behind Scott and Aileen, “you may begin.”

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S&M IV will be out very soon. S&M III, Vol. I is available now via e-book. The print version will be available this summer.

Wildin’ Out Wednesday – S&M II

I was late posting a Teaser Tuesday so here’s a Wildin’ Out Wednesday post…

SELF-PROMOTION! SELF-PROMOTION! SELF-PROMOTION!

SELF-PROMOTION! SELF-PROMOTION! SELF-PROMOTION!

He stared at her playing with her food for a few minutes before he spoke. “There are starving children on Skid Row who are jealous of your food, Mari,” Scott said over dinner.

“I’ll eat. I’m just not very hungry.” She twirled the spaghetti around her fork.

Scott wiped his mouth. “Is it work-related?”

“No, it’s not that,” Mariana sighed, “I got into it with Sarah so I’m just a little blah.”

“What happened?”

Mariana briefly contemplated telling Scott what really happened. She was so used to his ‘Ice’ demeanor, she wasn’t sure if he would care. She decided to chance it. “She doesn’t like you.”

“That’s not it,” Scott saw through Mariana’s half-truth, “what else is there?”

Mariana let out a heavy sigh. “She thinks you’re beating me.”

Scott thought back to the other day when he spanked Mariana at her apartment. From his peripherals, he saw Sarah cracking her bedroom door a little just to see what was going on. Her eyes were focused on Scott the entire time and even though he wasn’t certain, Scott could’ve sworn he saw her licking her lips. She wants me. “I’m assuming you told her I’m not?”

“Of course I did. I just…we’ve known each other since the ninth grade and this is our first big fight.” Mariana gave up on dinner and pushed the plate away. “I’m sorry I’m not a good date tonight.”

“There’s more to what you’re feeling, Mari,” Scott pressed, “speak.”

Mariana took another sip of liquid courage. B.’s words to her had more of an effect than she cared to admit. “I understand us keeping what we do a secret at work and I respect that. But I’m not your girlfriend, Scott. We both know that. You barely wanted to admit it the other night. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t want to acknowledge he has a girlfriend, even if he doesn’t admit it in public.”

“That’s why I want to make it official tonight…”

“And because of that, I just can’t…” Mariana finally understood what Scott said. “Huh?”

“Get up,” he directed to her and Mariana followed. Scott walked over to her. “I don’t want to keep us a secret anymore. At work, we have to be discreet, yes. But in private, I don’t care who knows. You’re mine, Mari, and I’m yours.” He declared. There was no way in hell anyone was going to fuck her while he was with her. Damn the Golf Boys.

Mariana didn’t want to get too excited. “Is that your way of telling me we’re a couple?”

“What else did you want me to do? Hand you a note, ‘Would you like to be my girlfriend?’ with two checkboxes for yes and no?” Scott winked.

“Smart-ass!”

“Yes, that is true, and by the way, you owe me a dollar.” Scott led her to the living room by the cackling fire. He sat next to her on the sofa where they had made love previously. “You deserve more than just being a fuck buddy or my sub. You deserve the best and I’m willing to give it to you. All I ask is that you be completely loyal and devoted to me only. I’m going to need to trust you. The moment I can’t, it’s officially over between us.”

Mariana didn’t understand why Scott had to tell her that. She thought it would be the other way around. “That won’t be a problem.”

“Good to hear.” Scott dug underneath the sofa for a package. He set it on the coffee table in front of his girlfriend. “I’m going to need you to trust me.”

Mariana looked at the package and back at Scott. The last time he presented her with gifts, she had a hard time walking the next day. Just like the last time, she was hesitant. She bit her bottom lip and contemplated her actions. She wanted him and no one else. He wanted her and didn’t want to share her with anyone else. A sure smile formed on her face. “I do trust you.”

Scott smiled. The biggest part of BDSM was trust. Now that Mariana completely trusted him, he was free to do whatever he wanted with her. The timing for the second gift couldn’t have been more perfect. “Open your gifts, baby. The larger one first.” He winked.

Mariana rubbed her hands in anticipation as she opened the first gift. A long sturdy rope was wrapped around a large package. She tore open the gift and saw a new Chanel bag in front of her. “You’re too kind,” she whispered in awe.

“You needed something to go with your Louboutins.” Scott winked. “I hope you liked the gifts.”

“The gifts?” Mariana asked. “What gifts? I only see the purse.”

“The other one is there, you just haven’t realized it yet.”

Mariana looked inside the Chanel dust bag and didn’t see any other gift. She then looked around her and saw nothing but a piece of rope. “Scott, the only thing I see here is…” She looked at him and saw the twinkle in his eyes. It then dawned on Mariana why Scott gave that soliloquy of a speech about trust and commitment. He was about to tie her ass up.

Mariana shook her head and was pretty emphatic about what came out of her mouth next. “Oh hell no!”

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S&M II is available via e-book and print form.

S&M IV will be out very soon. Pre-order details will be made available very shortly.