#SexySunday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

Blurb:

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


Snippet:

Ian walks over to a nearby drawer and grabs a blindfold. He slides it over my eyes. “Now you won’t be so distracted.”

I gulp. I only hear my pounding heartbeat and the sound of the AC. I’m getting performance anxiety and this isn’t good. “I need music,” I say. “I can’t do this on my own without anything.”

“Any requests?” He answers.

“Something slow and sexy,” I reply, “something that would make my hands perform.”

Ian chuckles. “It’s not a performance, angel. If you can’t do this, I’ll be glad to help you.” He turns on some music and I’m pleased to hear “Father Figure.” “Is this a good a choice?”

The song describes our relationship to a tee. I’m not sure if that was an intentional choice on Ian’s part. “That’ll work. Thank you, baby.”

I feel the synthesizer and keyboard permeate my body, followed by the haunting bass line that reminds me of a heartbeat. I forget Ian is in the room as my hands explore my body like never before.

My breasts are pillow-soft and full. My nipples are hardened from just thinking about what I’m going to do. My tummy is a little round, but not flabby. My mound has a small patch of hair on it. My pussy is warm, wet, and eager.

I spread my legs and bare myself all to Ian. He’s never seen me like this nor have I ever been like this. So open and so wide, as he watches me.

My fingers are clumsy and shake a little. Am I really doing this? Is this really happening? How would I know how to rub myself just right? What if my nails hurt when I insert them?

The song’s chorus stirs something inside of me and I feel my pearl peeking through my wet slit. I take two fingers to my lips and briefly wet them, lightly sucking on them before taking them back down to my sex.

I circle around it and my body responds, by first a soft jerk, then relaxation. My fingers quickly work to keep up with the haste tempo of the chorus. My body rides the wave of ecstasy building inside me.

My free hand caresses my other body parts, working its way up to my nipples and softly pinches both of them. I slightly bite my finger before I insert it inside my mouth, pretending it’s Ian delicious cock.

Pressure billows my core as heat spreads throughout my body. This orgasm is coming hard and fast. My mouth gasps and soft moans come out as I don’t try to control them. My body begins to shudder and shake as my fingers circle faster and faster.

The orgasm rips through my body like a harsh current. I scream at the top of my lungs, as my body is lightly covered with sweat and collapse back down on the bed. It’s another out of body experience for me and I’m completely spent.

Ian joins me on the bed and kisses my forehead just as the song ends.


 

Tomorrow, everywhere.

Not About That Life

To read the first sample chapters, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way #3)

Blurb: 

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


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We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.

“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.

To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”

Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.

Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was called shibari.

“Greetings,” a booming voice appears and a short time later, I see Saint Nick who seemingly came out of nowhere. Or maybe he was in front of me all along and I paid more attention to the women above my head than the man standing on the floor and between them.

Nick is surprisingly dressed casual despite what I’m seeing above me. He’s wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants. He’s holding a riding crop and slowly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re able to come.”

My voice is gone. I can’t speak. Are those women okay? Are they in pain? Shoot, I don’t have a knife with me to cut them down if I have to. What in the hell is going on here? What did Ian bring me to?

Meanwhile, Nick’s eyes are piercing through my body. He’s not smiling, nor is he stiff. His stance is very relaxed and dare I say, he’s comfortable where he is. But it’s very clear what the expression across is face is saying to me:

Little girl, do not waste my time with your bullshit.

“Don’t be alarmed, Domi,” Nick reads my emotions, “they’re not in pain nor are they in danger.” With the riding crop, he points to one woman and caresses her body with it. “tesero is my wife, Zerrin.” He repeats the same motion to the other lady. “piccina is my longtime submissive, Whitney.”

Wait a minute….Saint Nick has two submissives? And Zerrin’s okay with sharing her man?

tesero is the only one I sleep with, in case you’re wondering.” Nick clarifies. Was this man a clairvoyant or something? “piccina is the one I get to do the things I can’t with tesero.”

My mind naturally asks, ‘Such as?’ but it occurred to me it truly isn’t my damn business.

Saint Nick walks closer to me and I step back into the brick wall of Ian. I’m trapped and my feet…my feet are cinder blocks. I’m legit terrified and Saint Nick isn’t looking so heavenly right now.

I’m staring dead at the goddamn devil and I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on. Fuck it, we all gotta go out one way or another. At least it’ll be warm where I’m going.

Nick doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, He holds out his hand for me to grab. I look back at Ian, who simply nods, and Nick leads me to the middle of the foyer. I’m standing underneath and between both women.

I want to run, but I also want to see what happens.

Then the weirdest feeling occurs. My arousal is almost at its peak. My breathing becomes sporadic and my skin is hot to the touch. This is actually turning me on.

Nick does a soft motion with His hands, suggesting I walk around and examine the ladies. I don’t hesitate and start walking around. I walk over to Zerrin, and notice her eyes are closed while her breathing is surprisingly steady.

She’s…relaxed?

I study her face and she’s at peace, almost in a meditative state. I look back at Saint Nick and He nods, giving me permission to touch her. I delicately touch the soft Japanese silk rope and in awe of it all.

I slowly walk over to Whitney and she’s grinning like a child. Her eyes are closed and her chest slowly rises up and down in a steady motion. She’s also in a peaceful state and dare I say, I’m feeling pretty jealous.

I walk between the women as Saint Nick approaches me with a blue rope. I swallow once. Twice. It’s now or never. I either dive head first into the abyss or I’ll never know how it could’ve been.

I quickly nod and I feel Ian pull my arms behind me as Nick rips off my clothing. He produces a knife and holds it to my eye level. Is He about to brand me? What’s going on?

I’m speechless but my head slowly nods. Yes, Master…yes, Saint Nick….I’m willing to do whatever You both ask me to.


 

Yes, LAWD.

Not About That Life will be out next week and available EVERYWHERE.

 

 

#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III

“I need to learn how to deep throat but I’m daunted by Ian’s size,” I begin, “each time I try to go deeper, I end up gagging.”

“You need to learn how to relax,” Zerrin’s voice was smooth as melted butter on a warm biscuit, “it’s not a race to the finish. It’s like eating a lollipop when you were little. You didn’t rush to finish it. You wanted to enjoy it as much as you could, right?”

She’s right. The difference is, however, I only dealt with Tootsie Pops. I never had to deal with one the size of a cucumber. “I guess I need to watch more porn and get an idea.”

“Porn helps,” Zerrin nods, “but I think watching another couple will also help you.” She softly blinks at me.

Is she…? Am I going to…? Oh shit… “Huh?”

“I need to ask Sir if it’s okay with Him, but I don’t see why He would turn down a teaching moment.” She softly smiles. “Would you and Ian be okay watching us?”

My mouth felt cottony and I swallowed a few times. Zerrin is the epitome of God Herself with her long braids, dark skin, and thick but toned body. Nick, with his Mediterranean devilish looks and muscular frame, would make any woman drop to her knees.

And I get to watch them fuck? Oh hell yeah! “I wouldn’t mind. I doubt Ian would, either.” I quietly reply though I’m totally marking the hell out inside.

“It’ll be intense,” she quietly poured the tea, “you might have to watch us a few times to get the idea of what it’s like being a submissive to a Dom. It’s nothing like you’ve read in the books and seen in the movies. There’s a lot of power exchange that has nothing to do with sex. In fact, sex is a very small part of it.”

It sounds intriguing, I’ll silently admit. It still sounds very daunting. “I get the feeling this wouldn’t be the first time Ian has participated in BDSM.”

Zerrin softly chuckles and places petite fours on small plates for us. “What has Ian told you about his past?”

I slightly shrug. “The generic. Many partners, threesomes, he’s dabbled in BDSM.”

Zerrin’s eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Dabbled, huh?”

My eyebrows rise. Oh? “He lied about his BDSM involvement?”

“This is probably not my place to say but I’m willing to take the punishment because I’m looking out for your best interest,” Zerrin hands me the plate of treats, “Ian’s considered one of the best Doms in the world, Dominique. If you want to get technical with it, he’ll be considered within the top five.”

If I wasn’t sitting down, I would’ve fell off any seat. The top five? Oh Em Gee.

It explains why Ian didn’t tell go into great detail about his sexual history. He probably didn’t want to scare me. To be honest, I might have been a bit intimidated but I think I would’ve gladly gone along for his hard and thick ride. When I am not horny?

So much I want to ask. So much I want to explore! I loved it when Ian tied my hands behind my back as he fucked me from behind. I loved it when he slapped my ass. I love he wants to teach me more things about my body.

I want him to pull my hair, lightly choke me, tie me up, spank me until my ass is nice and pink, and force-feed me his cock until I gag. I want him to take me to the brink of an orgasm, only to deny me of it because I need to be taught a lesson. I want to watch more couples. I want other couples to watch us.

Okay, I think I need to change my name from Domi to Horny because apparently, this is a new me.

As all of this is running through my mind, I politely take a bite of one of the petit fours and softly chew it as the chocolate cream melts in my mouth. “Oh, I see.”


 

Saint Nick returns…

The yet-to be titled third book in the Feeling Some Type of Way series will be out in a few weeks. It’ll be available everywhere.

Stronger than Pride is NOW Available! #romance #contemporary #bwwm #diversebooks

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Blurb:

When it comes to All Lives Matter, the issue isn’t just black and white.

Mariana Harlow is given the project of a lifetime – managing the PR and social media accounts of controversial quarterback Caleb Kelly. When Caleb and Mariana become too close to each other, it presents an issue with Mariana’s boss/boyfriend.

Scott Reed doesn’t like to get involved with anything political for his sanity. His mentors want to employ Mariana for a special project of theirs, and Scott doesn’t object. When the project becomes bigger than everyone involved, Scott begins to question if he’s the only sane person he knows.

All is fair in love, sex, and politics.

Stronger than Pride is a crossover Scott and Mariana/State of Affairs standalone book. It deals with trust, race relations, political aspirations, and if love can trump hate.

Available NOW at Amazon

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Coming soon on iTunes, Kobo, and select local libraries.

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#TeaserTuesday: Zaddy: Cuffing Season

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“I spoke to Whitney a while back and she mentioned how you’ve calmed down a lot since we’ve been married,” Zerrin was met with silence and debated if she should continue. Nick wrote in a journal and it didn’t appear he listened or even cared. Then again, he was always hard to read.

“Go on,” he softly replied.

So, he did listen to her. Zerrin found the strength to continue. “She mentioned some of the things you used to do with her. She didn’t want to tell me but I encouraged her to.” Again, silence. “She mentioned how you used to get…” The word Zerrin didn’t want to say. It contradicted everything she knew about her husband. It also occurred to her, she didn’t know Nick that well prior to their union.

Nick calmly took off his reading glasses and set them aside as he met his wife’s eyes. “Violent?”

He said it so confidently, Zerrin began to question everything she’d ever known. Was it violence? He’d never did anything against Whitney’s will and the look in her eyes as she recounted their time together suggested she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Her smile was big and wide, as if she was proud of herself for keeping up with the man known as Saint Nick.

He’d tied her against a wooden plank and fucked her until her throat was raw from screaming. He came up with a creative use for nipple clamps and used them to pry her cunt open. It seemed Nick didn’t hold back and gave it to Whitney as hard and intense as she could take it.

With Zerrin, however, Nick changed his tune. He was aggressive in bed but it was never violent. Sure, he’d spanked and flogged her, but it was never intentionally painful. He never tried to harm her.

Now Zerrin wanted Nick to torment her.

She didn’t want to admit she was both aroused and jealous by how aggressive her husband could be. She’d heard of stories of his reputation with other submissives and how he passionate he was with every implement he’d used. One submissive recalled how Nick flogged her to classical music, striking her with every chord played.

Another submissive recounted how Nick and Scott double-teamed a submissive; one licked her pussy until she climaxed five times while the other fucked her face. When they were done, they both shot all over the sub’s face as she greedily sucked them both off.

Lastly, one submissive recalled a time Nick gave an anal sex demonstration at The Boundary and nearly every woman in the audience wanted Nick to practice on her next.

The Saint Nick persona was completely different and hidden away from the rest of the D’Amato brood. Nick took great pains to ensure his privacy and that of others who’d serviced Him. She didn’t mind it was their sexy little secret and relished how she served Him without speaking. She did anything and everything He’d requested of her, with no questions asked.

Now Zerrin had one of the biggest questions of her own.

She shifted her stance and fumbled with the pearl necklace around her neck. Nick’s gaze was intense, smoldering, and cut straight to her soul. She swallowed her emotions and let out a small breath as the sensual current passed between them. If she requested Nick to be rough with her, he would most certainly do it.

The real question was: would she be able to handle it?


 

The third couple will be revealed in a couple of weeks.

Zaddy: Cuffing Season will be out sometime this month. Details TBA soon.

#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.

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

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Krista took a sip. She recognized it as a sweet wine but not the liquor store moscato that she had come to know. She quickly preferred what Saint Nick gave her than what she was used to. “Thank you. It’s delicious.”

“A friend of mine owns a winery and he often brings me a sample wine to taste.” He led her to the sofas and sat at a comfortable distance from her. “So I figured tonight was a good occasion to test drive one of them. It’s a bit sweet for me but I thought you might like it.”

“I do, Master.” She nodded and took another sip. “May I ask why the sudden visit tonight?”

“I want to say I’m pleased that you followed the task and didn’t question or debate anything. Though I would’ve liked to have read a bit more assessment of each object, I am pleased with what you did send Me.” Nick grinned. “The purpose of it was to see if you know what you like and if you were open to experiment with different objects inside of you.”

Krista’s mind went a mile a minute trying to figure out if the assessment was Nick foreseeing the future when He would share her with Master Scott. She tightly closed her legs and crossed them in hopes to stop the fluttering of her clit. “Oh?”

“You said you were pretty open in the contract,” Nick’s eyes flickered over to her, “that is, if you thoroughly read the contract.”

“I read it,” Krista half-lied. The contract was six pages long and she was in no hurry to read all of it. She read the important parts and felt that was good enough. “I just didn’t think you were going to implement the rules now.”

“The moment you said you wanted the both of Us, that was when the rules began,” He corrected. “For example, tonight you have another assignment I want you to complete.”

Krista knew there was a catch. There was no way Saint Nick would bring her over just for wine and conversation because He was a nice guy. With Master Scott sending a car over for her, He was somehow involved with the task. Without even saying a word or hinting about what was going to happen, both men whetted her appetite. “Yes, Master?”

Another man appeared from upstairs, followed by Stacey and Whitney. The man had long, ebony hair, eyes that alternated between a silver and bluish color, and a strong, muscular build. He had rich almond skin that was covered in two full sleeves.

“This is my friend, Roman. He’s the one that owns the winery. He just also happens to be a Dom in His own right.” Nick introduced the pair. “With Master Scott’s enthusiastic permission, you are to service Master Roman. And when I say service, I mean I want to see you suck His cock.”

Krista almost choked on the gulp of wine in her mouth. “What?”

“Master Scott doesn’t want to pay to fly you out to L.A. and you can’t suck His dick. I agree with His reasoning. I also don’t want to spend more time teaching you by practicing on Me when I have two submissives who don’t have that issue.” Almost on cue, Stacey and Whitney flanked Saint Nick’s legs and sat down, resting their heads on His knees. “So tonight, you’re going to suck off Master Roman.”

“In front of You, Master?” Krista asked.

“In front of all of us,” Nick clarified. He took another sip of His wine and lightly smacked His lips. “If that’s a problem, you can go home. The car is outside waiting to take you back to the salon.”

Krista was getting more than a little tired than Saint Nick’s dismissal of her whenever she questioned a task. Though she understood His reasoning – He didn’t want to waste time on someone who still was unsure about being in the Lifestyle – she wished He had just a bit more faith in her.

He does have faith in me. He invited me to His home. How many women have actually been here? Krista gulped the last of her wine and wiped her lips. She looked up at Roman, who gave her the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen. “I’m ready, Master.”

“Good. Let’s get started.” Saint Nick snapped His fingers twice. Stacey and Whitney got up from the floor and sat next to Him on the sofa. Stacey sensually kissed Nick while Whitney unbuckled His jeans and pulled out His impressive cock. “Focus on Master Roman. I’ll be watching you.”

Krista’s eyes widened. Was she invited to an orgy? What was going on? She refocused her attention to Master Roman. She noticed Master was kind enough to put a soft pillow on the floor. She kneeled down and quickly unbuckled His belt. She unzipped Him and pulled out His cock. He was already hard and rigid.

It was the color of rich cinnamon and smelled of spicy musk. A little pre-cum already moistened the mushroom tip and Krista licked her lips in anticipation. She licked the underside of it and then suckled on the tip. She used long, sucking motions and added her hands in a twisting effect.

“Mmm…that’s good, Sugar.” Master Roman groaned. He stared down at Krista as she pleased Him, wrapping her hair in His hands. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth as she continued to please Him.

Krista never had a man fuck her mouth before and it felt hot. She felt her pussy contracting with each thrust and her panties dampen with need. Between Saint Nick and His submissives watching her as they pleased Him, and Master Roman fucking her mouth, Krista was on sensory overload.

Master Roman pumped a few more times in Krista’s mouth before He emptied inside her. Krista quickly swallowed His essence before He helped her stand and kissed her lips. “You did very well, Sugar.” He winked at her. “Now watch what Whitney does. You’ll be performing that on Master Scott.”

Krista leaned against Roman and He wrapped His muscular arms around her body. Her eyes widened once again as she watched Whitney swallow Saint Nick. She licked around the head and twirled her tongue around the hardened smoothness of His shaft. Then she took Him whole into her willing mouth. The entire length of Him disappeared as she was deep-throating Him over and over and only the soft hair around the base of His cock appeared. Whitney didn’t seem to struggle or gasp for air as she took Saint Nick’s cock repeatedly. Nick let out a sharp hiss and His entire body moved in a fluid motion to match Whitney’s sucking.

Whitney made it seem so effortless.

She went down a few more times and the last one, Saint Nick emptied inside her. He moaned and breathed heavily while Stacey massaged His balls and kissed Him.

“Your lesson for this week is you’re going to learn how to deep throat. It’ll take time since you’ll never done it before. After you think you’ve learned enough, we’ll meet again and you will perform on Me before you go to see Master Scott next week.” Nick’s voice was quiet and still as if what just transpired was merely a figment in Krista’s imagination.

“Thank you, Master.” She nodded.

“You’re dismissed for the night. Study up.” Nick rubbed the shoulders of His submissives. “Your test is in a few days.”

 


 

I should note Roman in this story is the same Roman in the Breakaway series. Still debating how badly I actually want to do another BDSM book (the last book in the Scott and Mariana series probably won’t have graphic details. In other words, hardly any sex in it. Of course, I say this now but the book won’t be out for at least another year and my mind might change.)

Yes, Master is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, All Romance, and iTunes.

#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.”

#FlashbackFriday: I Need You #bdsm #nook #kindle #romance #erotica

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“Jessica,” Senator Thomas Jackson greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, “I must say you look absolutely stunning tonight, as you usually do.”

“Thank you, Senator,” Sanora smiled at him, “I aim to please.”

“That you do, as always,” Senator Jackson glanced around, “I don’t see Senator Edwards here? Is he here tonight?”

“He’ll be here shortly,” Sanora slightly nodded. She knew where her husband was and she only hoped he would be finished soon. She hated political fundraisers like any normal and sane political wife, but was resigned to the fact that they were a must. If her husband had even an inkling of winning the presidency in a few years, they needed to attend all of the fundraisers in his honor—including the ones they really didn’t want to go to.

They were all the same, Sanora thought. Rich donors with very deep pockets and influential mouths. You scratch my back and I’ll give you thousands of dollars and have my very rich and stupid friends do the same. It didn’t matter if they believed in Jay’s causes or they supported his beliefs. Oh, no. It was never that easy. There were always strings—long and thick ones—attached to all donations. Jay was merely Pinocchio to someone’s Geppetto.

Sanora and Jay were masters of fake smiles, air kisses, plastic waves, and perfectly choreographed and rehearsed canned answers. Spontaneity? Forget it! Even a quick bite at a hot dog stand was orchestrated with hidden cameramen taking photos from different angles and printing them instantly online. Sanora had a team comprised of a make-up artist, a PR person, and a fashion stylist with her almost 24/7. Even when she wanted to go out for a jog, her makeup was done so she could look natural.

She knew what she was getting herself into when she met her husband that fateful evening many years ago. He was only a Congressman at that point in his career, yet he was young and hungry for more. She was impressed by his desire for greatness and his equal thirst for humiliation.

After doing unimaginable and quite unspeakable things to him, she agreed to go out on a date with him. It was love at first sight for him, though for her it took a bit longer. Still, at the end of the night, he was The One and they had never looked back.

“Well, when he finally arrives, can you tell him I was looking for him? I need to speak to him before he goes on stage tonight.” Senator Jackson commented.

“Not a problem,” Sanora smiled, “I’ll let him know.”

Throughout the night, Sanora hobnobbed and lobbied with fellow Senators and their wives; her plastic smile becoming increasingly worn in the process. She glanced down at her Cartier watch; her husband was now forty-five minutes late. Ooh, you are testing my patience, baby boy. She sipped her champagne and hoped to hell her husband would show up soon or it was going to be a very unhappy Valentine’s for them both.

She walked outside to the balcony and stared out at the glittering Los Angeles skyline. It had been a whirlwind year for her, and the upcoming trial was going to bring back harsh memories of her mother’s death. It was a day she would never forget and would never publicly speak about. But if she wanted justice, she would need to deal with the media frenzy once again. Her only saving grace was that some of them were owned and controlled by her, so she knew what would be printed and what wouldn’t.

The others, however, were loose cannons and Sanora kept a very watchful eye on them. Some of them had already started trying to locate her whereabouts, even with some agencies flying to Greece to find her. They’ll never find me, not if I can help it.

“Now, didn’t someone tell you that a lady should never leave the house without her finest pearl necklace,” a deep voice feathered against Sanora’s ears. Familiar hands caressed her bare collarbone before clasping the necklace together at the nape of her neck. “Mmm… that’s much better.”

Sanora instinctively caressed the necklace and breathed a sigh of relief. Her husband was good. Fashionably late and showed up with an expensive gift to boot; Jay knew what she wanted before she asked. “This is different from the other pearl necklace you usually give me.”

“You might get that one as well. The night’s young.” Jay turned his wife to face him. She looked immaculate with her hair in a French roll, red lipstick painted on her lips, and a very expensive designer gown that hugged her curves. He could understand why all of the other senators hated him and their wives hated her—every night he went to bed with their fantasy. “You look incredible, Mistress.”

“You know what to say to please me,” Sanora smiled, “you’re a good little boy.”

“You know I’ll do anything for you, Mistress.”

“After tonight, I most certainly hope so,” Sanora replied, not hiding the frustration and wear from playing the role of a good political wife. “By the way, Thomas Jackson is looking for you.”

“Heh, he’s always looking for me.” Jay held out his arm and Sanora grabbed it as the couple made their way to their table. “Must be a new donor he wants me to meet.”

“It’s money you could use, honey,” Sanora waved hello to passers-by.

“People want me to be president to further their agenda, not mine.” Jay nodded and waved to guests, “I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about running for the presidency. If I’m a senator, no one cares, and really no one does. If I’m the president, if I go to take a shit, people will be curious what brand toilet paper I use and if it’s somehow bad for the environment.”

“The president’s ass is serious business,” Sanora deadpanned.

“Your ass is serious business,” Jay sensually replied.

“Ooh,” Sanora smiled, “is that a tingle I feel between my thighs?”

“You want to feel something else?” He suggestively asked.

“Only on my command,” she smiled as they arrived at their table and winked at him, “and only on my command.”

“Yes, ma’am.”


I Need You is available now.

More of Jessica (Sanora) and Jay’s marriage will be revealed in S&M IV, Part 2, the final book, when it’s released next year.

 

#ThrowbackThursday – Discipline #bdsm #erotica #romance #bwwm

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“Master,” Mariana appeared at the doorway, “I’m finished.”

“Good,” Scott got up and walked over to the dining room with Mariana in tow. In perfect handwriting, she completed her task. “Two hundred and fifty times?”

“Two hundred and fifty times, Master,” Mariana nodded.

“Good,” Scott nodded. He turned his attention to Mariana. “You accepted the proper punishment in stride. I hoped you learned your lesson.”

“I did, Master,” Mariana nodded.

“Very well,” Scott nodded before He went back to the bedroom.

Mariana knew better than to follow her Master. Whenever He wanted to do a scene, she remained still where she was so He could set it up. She wondered what He was up to and what was going to take place. All she knew was whatever her Master had in mind, it was going to be an unforgettable night for them both.

“Naked. Now.” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the home.

Mariana removed her clothes as if she were allergic to them. She couldn’t get them off fast enough. She left her shoes on and waited for the next direction. No matter what He told her to do, no matter what was required of her, Mariana was going to obey every single word her Master said to her that night.

Scott walked back to the living room. He was still fully dressed. He grabbed a chair from the dining room and briefly examined Mariana’s body. “Take off your shoes,” He ordered before heading back to the bedroom once again.

Mariana slid off her shoes and wondered what was going on. Her Master always demanded she leave her shoes on during their play scenes. It was a first to take them off. She stood bare and vulnerable in the living room. He was distant, almost cold, towards her. She felt horrible about betraying His trust.

“My pet, I’m ready for you,” He called out to her.

Mariana quickly walked to Scott’s bedroom and didn’t see Him. She saw the bathroom light was on and she went in there. In the middle of the large bathroom was the dining room chair. It was completely covered in plastic. It was being held down by four chains on the legs. Scott had already removed His shirt and He was walking around the chair, making sure it was sturdy.

Once it was to His satisfaction, He turned His attention to Mariana. “Squat on the chair. Grip it as hard as you can,” He ordered.

Mariana walked over to the chair. She squatted on the seat, bending over to expose her ass. “Good girl,” Scott commented. He tied her ankles to the chair legs and her hands to the back of the chair. Mariana was stuck on the chair for however long Scott wanted her to be there.

She felt the light tap of a riding crop on her ass. Her Master tapped her ass with His toy of choice so Mariana was aware what implement He was going to use on her. She slightly nodded in acceptance and then waited. The first blow was always the most shocking, no matter how many times it had been done to her.

The first swat was surprising and stung a little. The second swat heightened the intensity of the first one. The third swat made Mariana smile. Ooh, how she loved the way Master spanked her. Her slit became moist again and she curled her toes. She wanted Him. She heard the buzzing of a vibrator and a slow smile formed on Mariana’s face. She wondered what vibrator He was going to use on her. He had an arsenal of them and her Master had used a few of them already on her.

“So this is your new favorite toy, huh?” Scott pressed the Hitachi against Mariana’s folds. The intense buzzing sent shockwaves through her being, from her spine to her core to her feet. Her toes curled once again, and Mariana gripped the chair tightly. “I wonder if you’ll still like it after tonight.” Scott instructed. “What’s my name?”

“Scott,” Mariana moaned.

“What’s my name?” Scott repeated.

“Ma…Master,” Mariana stuttered.

“Good girl,” Scott moved the vibrator to Mariana’s pearl. She began to writhe beneath it. “You move again, and I’ll stop doing it. You need my permission to cum.”

Mariana let out a deep breath. She couldn’t see what her Master was doing, how serious His eyes were. She only imagined them on her, studying her reaction. How intense and determined they were. He was testing, teasing her…wanting her to open more to Him. Give Him everything she was capable of. He wanted not just her body, but her soul, her mind, her energy, her love. Scott wanted all of Mariana, and she was going to give it to Him.

She felt the first coils of an orgasm approaching and she needed to release. She felt her pussy involuntarily contract, aching for that sweet gift. “May I cum, please?”

“No,” He barked.

“May I cum please?”

Scott firmly pressed the Hitachi on Mariana’s pearl and held it steady. “No, you disobeyed Me.”

Mariana gasped and gripped the chair harder. She swallowed several times, hoping that would somehow hold off the impending orgasm. But her Master was teaching her a lesson. A slow, torturous lesson. She disrespected His commands, His wishes, and His needs. He was going to make sure Mariana would never forget this night. “Please? Please?” she begged.

“No, I’m not sure if you know to follow instructions.”

Mariana felt how slick she was becoming and her wetness formed a small pool beneath her. Her muscles became to spasm on their own and her toes were permanently curled. “Please, Master…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…Your submissive begs for Your forgiveness. Please, please, can I cum?” She begged.

Scott was satisfied with Mariana’s apology. “Okay, you can cum.”

The orgasm shot through her body, touching all of her senses. Her Master fed her hungry clit, and when she finally released, Mariana cried out her Master’s name and came all over the chair. She was soaring high, so high, and felt delirious.

Scott walked over to Mariana and squatted in front of her. Her eyes were heavy and half-opened. Her lips were pursed together and she breathed hard. “Where are you?” He quietly asked her.

Mariana wanted to continue. Her mind wanted one more reward, one more experience. But her body was exhausted. She had been brought to her limit and couldn’t continue, no matter how much she wanted to.

Exhausted, Mariana uttered that fateful word she never thought she would say: “Red.”

Scott kissed Mariana’s forehead and walked behind her. He untied her wrists and ankles. He cradled her body and carried her back to his bedroom. He gently massaged her body before covering her up with the blankets.

He looked at his submissive girlfriend one last time and watched her drift deeper into sleep. He then turned off the light and exited the bedroom.

He was proud of her.


 

Looking back at this, I’m going to miss writing erotica/erotic romance. I was pretty good at it. 🙂

Discipline is available now.

The last book in the S&M series will be out in 2017.