To Love and Obey: #erotica #bdsm #interracial #nook #kindle

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“Sorry about that,” Nick greeted Zerrin at the restaurant, “I had to stay in class.”

“Not a problem.” Zerrin closed her book. “I kept myself busy.”

Nick glanced at Zerrin’s book. It was How to Make Love Like a Porn Star by Jenna Jameson. “Interesting choice of book,” he mentioned.

“I was curious,” Zerrin offered. “It’s not a bad read but it’s nothing to write home about.”

Nick’s new assistant didn’t seem like the type to read an autobiography by a former porn star. His mind quickly wondered what else there was to Zerrin. “Oh? Do tell.”

“She talks mostly about her life experiences and maybe some bedroom tips, but it’s not a how-to manual,” she smiled, “but like I said, it’s an interesting read.”

A server came by to take their orders and bring their drinks. “So, let’s break the ice. You can ask me whatever you want. I’m pretty open with most things,” Nick offered.

“I don’t know where to start, Professor…” Zerrin placed a straw inside her soda and carefully sipped on it.

Nick intently watched how Zerrin’s lips wrapped around the straw. He didn’t realize he could be jealous of an inanimate object. “Please, call me Nick,” he grinned.

Nick’s smile was warm and inviting. “Okay, Nick,” Zerrin corrected.

“So, what can I answer for you? I’m sure you have questions about me, working with me, working for the department?”

Zerrin thought about the earlier conversation she had with Kionna. It was bothering her more than it should that Nick had chosen her and not one of the others to be his teaching assistant. “Why did you choose me?”

“Because I liked you more than the others.” He explained. “I usually don’t choose female assistants.”

The revelation surprised Zerrin. “You don’t?”

“Nothing against females. I just prefer to work with a male.”

So you can compare notes? “I see.”

“Anything else you want to ask?”

Zerrin hesitated on the next question. She was running the risk of starting off her new position on a very wrong foot, and she knew Nick carried a lot of clout in the department. “I do have one question, and I hope I’m not stepping on any toes with it…”

“Ooh, this sounds like a good question, and not full of that getting-to-know-you bullshit.” Nick’s eyes danced. “Do ask.”

“I heard about your reputation with some of the females around here,” Zerrin treaded carefully. “Is it true?”

“What have you heard?” he asked.

“That you sleep with all of them,” Zerrin blurted before covering her mouth.

Nick politely smiled. “I sleep with some of them, yes. I’m not breaking any laws if I pursue a sexual relationship with some of them.”

“It’s unethical in some people’s eyes, Nick.”

“Is it unethical because I do it or because the students are willing participants?”

“As a professor, you’re held to a higher standard,” Zerrin pointed out. “People can misconstrue what you’re doing and say you’re taking advantage of the students. Aren’t you afraid you’re going to be fired and your reputation will be ruined?”

“Not really,” he countered.

Nick was either smug or overly confident about himself, Zerrin couldn’t decide which it was. She also didn’t like how his arrogance was attracting her to him. “Are you serious?”

“Any sexual activity that occurs was because the woman approached me, not the other way around.”

“You don’t approach them?”

“I never do. If a student wants to give me a blow job to bump up her grade a little, I’ll let her.” Nick sipped his cappuccino. “If she got a C on her paper, it doesn’t mean she’s going to get an A by sleeping with me. It just means she won’t get a C.”

“You grade that harshly in bed as well?”

“I’m very fair in many aspects of my life, Zerrin. I most certainly don’t grade my male students any worse than my female ones. I offer extra credit to everyone, and it’s up to them if they decide to pursue it. I’m not particularly harsh because I don’t like a certain student or if she’s a bad lay.” Nick leaned in closer to Zerrin, “Can you honestly say every person you slept with deserved an A?”

#SexySundaySnippet: S&M

It’s been a while since I’ve done one these. Here’s an unedited sneak peek:

“You know what your Mistress likes, right?”

“Yes, Master.” Aileen replied.

“So what in the hell do I give her?” Jay chuckled. “I guess I could run out to the local pharmacy and pick up a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. It might be slim pickings but it’ll do.”

“May I offer a suggestion, Master?” Aileen offered.

“You may.”

“Look in that drawer right there, Master,” she nodded to a lower left side drawer. “There’s your gift to Mistress.”

Jay reached down and opened the drawer. A bottle of champagne, a box of chocolates, and card awaited him. “You’re a lifesaver, caramellino.”

“I’ll do anything to please you, Master.” She ran a hand through his hair. “Making you happy is all this girl wants to do.”

Jay kissed His submissive, their lips meeting over and over in a twist of hunger and desire. “I love that My girl wants to keep Me happy.”

“Is there anything else this girl can do before You leave for the night?”

“I know I shouldn’t probably spoil my appetite before dinner,” Jay snapped his fingers and Aileen immediately kneeled before Him and began to unbuckle His pants. She unzipped His trousers and pulled out His hardened cock. She wrapped her lips around Him and began to please her Master. “But I think if I have a small bite, it won’t hurt…”


Meet Sanora’s husband, Senator Jay Edwards. S&M.

S&M IV Exclusive

“Marianne…” Dove sauntered her way towards Mariana with a seductive grin on her face. “Thank you for joining us tonight.”

“Mariana,” she corrected, “and please know I’m not here by choice.”

“But you’re here,” Dove caressed Mariana’s cheek and she quickly swatted it away, “so you’re here by choice.”

“Let’s get a few things straight,” Mariana began, “I’m strictly dicky and I’m only doing this for Scott. Whatever little thing you and Scott had going on is dead and gone, okay? I’m only doing this because he wanted me to.”

“You’re doing this because you want to,” Dove smiled. “No more, no less.”

“I don’t like you,” Mariana folded her arms.

“Good,” Dove shrugged as she walked around Mariana, sizing her up, “maybe all that bitchiness can be transferred to being a better submissive for Sir.”

“And why in the hell should I listen to you?” Mariana calmly stated.

“Because,” Dove stood behind Mariana and whispered in her ear, “if you don’t, He won’t get back with you. And you and I both know I’m right.”


Dove and Aileen are not Stacey and Whitney.

S&M IV. A special extended sneak preview will be included in the Where I Wanna Be sequel due this winter.

Six Sentence Sunday: S&M III, Vol. II

Here is a snippet from the upcoming S&M (Scott & Mariana) release. Enjoy!


Scott joined her on the bed and handcuffed Caprina’s wrists to the bedpost. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and His hands wandered all over her body.  He squeezed her breasts, feeling the softness of them and played with the nipples between His fingers. He smoothed His hands over her taut stomach and dangled with the butterfly belly ring.

He caressed her inner thighs; they were warm and He felt her fire. Her chocolate folds were closed tight, glistening with moisture and heat. He was careful not to venture into the spot she wanted Him to touch her the most. Instead, He wanted to feel her energy, her passion, her love for Him.

“Have you been a good girl?” He finally asked her.


Release date TBA soon! (Late September or early October 2012.) Thanks for stopping by!


#SixSentenceSunday: S&M III, Vol. I.

My last Six Sentence Sunday was so popular, I decided to do another one. Of course, this isn’t six sentences; I’m still working on that part. But here it is, another snippet from S&M III, Vol. I.



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?”


S&M III is available now at Amazon, AllRomance, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble. Will be on iTunes soon!

S&M III Sneak Peek

Author’s Note: So for about the past month or so, I’ve been promising a sneak peek into the upcoming S&M III finale. Truth to be told, there were so many good scenes (yes, I’m tooting my horn) to choose from without entirely giving away the story. Of course, this scene is considered a rough draft; I rewrote Part I and II a minimum of 30 times each (not exaggerating) so this scene could be a tad different when it’s finally published.  Also, the picture included is just for storytelling purposes and not the actual cover chosen.

But enough babbling…onto the sneak peek…


She went by Sanora. It was an unusual name and that was it. No first or last. No one knew where She came from or anything about Her history. In fact, Sanora’s own sub wasn’t sure, either. But the air of mystery made Her undeniably sexy.

Caprina motioned for Scott to stand up. “I brought a gift.”

Sanora glanced up at Scott. He was wearing a black tank top with leather pants and black shoes. He had short hair that appeared to be black in the candlelight. He was muscular but not overly grotesque. Most importantly, Scott had freshness about him that Sanora hadn’t seen in long while. He was still very green. Oh how young and innocent you are…

Sanora licked her lips as She admired Scott before her. “What’s your name, baby?”

Scott turned to Caprina. “May I speak, Mistress?”

“Go ahead.”

Scott turned back to Sanora. “I’m Scott.”

“Scott,” Sanora repeated with heavy emphasis on the S. She licked her lips and slouched back in her chair, one leg draped over a chair arm. Her high-cut black gown revealed toned legs. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

Scott bowed down to Sanora. “Pleasure is all mine, Mistress.”

“Oh, it will be,” Sanora smiled. She spoke to Caprina but kept her eyes on Scott. “I’m going to borrow your toy for a little while.”

Caprina was known for her jealousy and insane temper. She went through slaves like water and Her failed attempts to challenge Sanora at every meeting were laughable. The fact She found a willing slave in Scott still made the other Dommes talk in disbelief. “I didn’t give you permission.”

“I don’t care,” Sanora stood up and grabbed Scott’s hand.  He hesitated and looked to Caprina for approval who begrudgingly gave it. Sanora led Scott to a private room and closed the door behind them. She flipped a switch and several soft lights lit up at the same time. “Sit down and make yourself comfortable, baby.”

Scott walked to the oversized bed and sat down on the satin comforter. Sanora crossed a line by blatantly disrespecting his Mistress but She didn’t appear to care or have remorse. Sanora was high up on the BDSM totem pole where She didn’t have to seek anyone’s permission. After all, She was the one that taught Caprina how to be a Domme.

“Did you want anything to drink, Scott?” She held the S again.

“I’m fine, Mistress.”

Sanora poured herself a glass of Glenfiddich and sat beside Scott on the bed. She swirled the whiskey around in the glass and took a sip, chewing the flavor with her tongue. “Do you drink?”

“Not whiskey, Mistress.”

“You should try it. I have a feeling you’d like it.” She handed him Her glass.

Scott took a sip out of the glass. It was strong but smooth. It almost made the hair on his chest stand up. It was a man’s drink yet Sanora was drinking it like if it were wine. Little did Scott realize at the time Sanora would have a profound impact on his drink of choice. It also wouldn’t be the only thing She would impact in his life. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Anytime, baby,” She ran a hand through his hair.

Scott cleared his throat. He was still uncomfortable despite the bit of liquor in his system. He only thought of what rash punishment Caprina was going to give to him when he saw Her again. “What did you want me to do, Mistress?”

“I want you to relax for once in your life,” Sanora kept running Her fingers through Scott’s hair. “I can tell you’re stressed.”

“I’m a little uncomfortable, yes, Mistress.”

“No, not with this.” Sanora shook Her head. “Caprina. She mistreats you.”

Scott was hesitant to call Caprina’s treatment of him as punishment or disrespectful. She was his Mistress; it was his duty to do whatever She wanted to do. If She wanted him to lick Her boots, he did. If She wanted him to scrub Her floor with his toothbrush, he did. Scott loved and respected Caprina so much, it wasn’t an issue of respect. “I just want to make Her happy, Mistress.”

“That’s really fucking sweet,” Sanora deadpanned, “but she’s making a fool out of you.”

“I do what I’m told, Mistress.”

“There’s a difference between being submissive and being a weak bitch. Do you want to take a gander at which one you are?” Sanora snatched the glass of whiskey away from Scott and finished it. “I know what she does. Everyone knows what she does. BDSM is about respect and trust, not about who can humiliate their sub the worst. I know some people are into that nasty shit but that’s not the type of party here.

“She’s going to get tired of you always saying yes. You’re going to get tired of her taking advantage of you. She will fuck you over.” Sanora warned.

Scott briefly wondered if Mistress Sanora was saying that out of genuine care or genuine envy. With Her tone, it was hard to tell. “That’s a bold statement, Mistress.”

Sanora stared into an empty space. “It’s a correct statement, Scott.”

“I’m collared. I’m supposed to do what I’m told.”

“So? What does being collared have anything to do with saying no?” She retorted.

Mistress Sanora was right, Scott silently admitted. But he couldn’t let Her know that. “What do you expect me to do, Mistress?

Sanora lit up a cigarette and blew a plume of smoke in the air.“Nothing because I know you won’t do anything. Instead, here’s this,” She handed him a business card.

Scott looked at the card. It had an address in Italy. “What’s this, Mistress?”

“Sometime within the next year, you’re going to need to get away. Far, far away. When you do, look me up.”

Scott flipped the card between his fingers. It was bad enough Mistress Sanora felt the need to tell him why his relationship with Caprina was a joke, now She was predicting his future. Scott  concluded She completely lost Her fucking mind. “How do I know this isn’t a joke, Mistress?”

“You’re still holding the card, aren’t you?”

Sneak Peek—And the sub becomes the Dom, Pt. 8

Jason wondered exactly what the fuck he was thinking driving to Andrea’s apartment. For one, he never actually spoke to her. Chatting is fine and great but it was always nice to connect a voice with a picture. But Andrea bypassed that rule the moment she invited him over. Clearly she was more confident than he expected. That’s a good thing. She was aggressive and a bit authoritative. That’s a great thing.  She was turning out to be everything he wanted in a Dom.

Now if he could only get over the fact she might not even like him in person. There was no rule that Doms and subs had to like each other. The BDSM relationship was built on trust, not how much someone cared for the other person. But if there was tension in a D/s relationship, no one would be happy.

Now that could be a bad thing.


“Aren’t you nervous?” Herchelle asked.

Andrea calmly smiled. She should’ve been. An hour ago, she probably was. Five shots of vodka later, she no longer cared.  She was floating in a state of euphoric drunkeness and briefly wondered why she was ever nervous to begin with. “Should I be?”

“Um, your mystery boo is coming over!” Herchelle gushed. It seemed Herchelle was more excited for Andrea than Andrea was.

“Oh yeah, he is, isn’t he?” Andrea lazily grinned.

Herchelle wanted to smile. The innocent schoolteacher was wasted on their sofa because she couldn’t contain her nerves. The Father would have a field day with this one. “You’re fucked up, aren’t you?”

Andrea pinched two fingers together. “Just a tad.”

Vera Vision—The Secretary, Pt. I


*As I was editing this story, I made some changes. It was too good to pass up so I decided to re-post the new and improved (if there is such a thing) version. It’s a longer story with a bit more detail. Enjoy!*

Being a secretary is more than just answering phones; you’re getting paid to be someone’s bitch. And if Jenna had to fax one more asinine contract, she knew whose ass it was going to get shoved up first.

A secretary and boss relationship is very sadomasochist of its own. Even though the boss is the Dominant one, there is no question on who really rules the roost. The submissive secretary controlled everything and if she was good enough, she also controlled exactly when her boss was able to take a shit. There’s a lot of trust involved but there’s also a lot of discipline. The secretary has to rely on the boss to give her implicit instructions on what was needed. Likewise, the boss should depend on the secretary not to make any crucial mistakes that would cost several dollars and much time to repair. It was a lesson that Jenna knew very early in her job career. Professionalism and discipline were required. But she also knew if she fucked up enough times, the punishment could be sweet.

Jenna didn’t know exactly when the D/s play began; it was a natural occurrence. A raised voice here; a stern look there. A strict warning behind closed doors occasionally. But Max never threatened to fire Jenna; there was no need to. She was one of the best assistants he had ever had and it would be completely foolish of him to fire her. But Max was a smart man. Jenna was a perfectionist and often re-did things before she even presented him her work. When she messed up, it was once in a blue moon. However, Max began to suspect she was starting to fuck up on purpose because she liked the punishment he dished out. Gradually it moved to spanking; first, with a bare hand, but now, with paddles. Jenna was wondering when the whips were going to come out. She knew that was the next level.

Once again it was a late night at the office. Jenna was going over the same spreadsheet for about the 30th time, trying to figure out where the discrepancies were coming from. Budgeting for the fiscal year is never easy, especially if there isn’t much money to begin with. What’s worse was the fact the marketing department was several thousands dollars over where they should’ve been and no one wanted to cut even a dollar from their own budgets for various reasons. It was going to be a long night, indeed. Standing up to stretch, Jenna cracked her neck to relax her muscles. Her salary was quite nice for her job even though Jenna thought she was getting severely underpaid. It did come with a lot of perks that she enjoyed. Of course, none of them were quite as nice as being spanked on occasion.

Jenna grabbed the spreadsheet from her desk and presented it to Max, who greeted her with a smile. She waited patiently as he read the results of her findings. It was any moment he was going to see she miscalculated the budget and made an easily fixable mistake. But she couldn’t let Max know that. She tried to wipe the sly smile that was appearing on her face and continued to wait. She was curious to see what the punishment was this time around. Just when she thought Max had glossed over the budgets, his face appeared from the budget spreadsheet. Annoyance was the look he was wearing and it wasn’t fashionable. Jenna couldn’t tell if that was a look of ‘You’re about to get it!’ or the dreaded ‘You’re about to get fired!’ She hoping it was the former, not the latter.

“Come here and bend over,” he quietly demanded.

Jenna got up from her chair and walked over to Max. She got down on her knees and waited. The waiting part was the worse. She didn’t know if he was going to hit her immediately or wait several minutes. When he did decide to hit her, it always shocked her because she never quite expected it. So, the waiting began. Five minutes. 10 minutes. Fifteen minutes. Jenna began to wonder if Max was going to punish her at all. Her back was starting to hurt and her knees began to feel weak.

Maybe fucking up on the spreadsheets wasn’t a smart idea after all.


A treat for my freaks…Sneak Peek of The Show (NSFW)


“What is this?”

 “What is what?”

 Trina looked around at the naked bodies moving, almost in unison. The sounds were enticing, moans coming from all over the room. The smell was overwhelming. It was musty. It was thick. It was the all too familiar scent of sex. Plenty of it. She thought she was at a big orgy just by the amount of bodies in the room. But as Trina looked around it was clear to her it wasn’t any ordinary sex party. Guests were wearing intricate masks. Some were colorful while others were plain black and white.

 It was a BDSM party.

 She told her husband she wanted to try something new and exciting. She wanted to spice up their sex life. She didn’t think he had this in mind. “Darryl, where are we?”

 “Oh, this,” Darryl emphasized, “you said you wanted me to test you sexually and take you to new heights. Well, here you are.”

 “Yeah, but I was just fu—”Before Trina could finish her sentence, she was approached by an ample beauty wearing a feathered mask. The woman’s breasts were soft and full. Her nipples were perky as if she was cold.  Her body was curvy, like a belly dancer’s.

 “Miss, your mask?” The younger woman approached Trina and walked behind her. She pressed her naked body against Trina and Trina immediately felt an arousal.  “You need one before you enter the party.”  The young woman slipped a sparkled pink mask over Trina’s eyes. She slid her hands down Trina’s arms and back up. “Relax,” she whispered.

 Trina was more than relaxed. She was outright horny. “I’m ready!” She almost blurted.

And the sub becomes the Dom, Pt. 7

Meeting someone offline could either be a great experience or it could suck like a motherfucker. There were no two ways about it. Andrea had some great experiences offline and dated a few guys she met. She also ran across some jerks that she sent their e-mail to various spamming places as a payback. So when Jason asked her to meet up with him, hesitant was an understatement. She was scared shitless.

She wasn’t the Dom she portrayed online. She was a geeky girl with coke-bottled glasses and curly hair. It was her geeky persona that made Andrea’s life easy. She was unassuming and most people thought she wasn’t trouble. She relished on the fact and used her geekiness as her calling card.

And then she met Jason. Oh vey.

Jason already knew what Andrea looked like so she wasn’t concerned if he would find her attractive. But Jason didn’t know what she was like outside the IM. She sometimes snorted when she laughed and did some things that weren’t gingerly. She was the opposite of a girly-girl and only wore skirts because her teaching job required it. She wasn’t comfortable with her body and often drowned herself in sizes far bigger than what she was to cover her curves. She was everything but a Dom. She was perfectly fine being a sub.

And now her sub wanted to meet his Dom. What the fuck, dude?



Are you okay?

I’m fine.

I thought I scared you away.

No, I was just in deep thought.

We don’t have to meet if you’re uncomfortable.

I’m comfortable, Jason. I’m just concerned.

About what, Mistress?

I’m not what I appear to be online.

I don’t follow you.

I’m completely different. I’m dorky. I’m not feminine at all. I’m not attractive. You won’t like me.

I do like you, Mistress.

You don’t know me, Jason.

Yes, I do.

And what do you know about me?

You have a good heart. That’s all I need to know.

Andrea felt her breath escape her body. He gave her a compliment without saying so many words. Maybe meeting Jason isn’t too bad.


Yes, Mistress?

What time did you want to come over?

Whenever you want, Mistress. Whatever is comfortable for you.

What about now?

Jason pushed his chair back from the computer desk. He wanted to meet Andrea soon but he didn’t think it would be now. “Is she serious?”