OK, I admit this new book is not historical. The story grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go, even though it’s a BDSM novella set in contemporary times. Now, I’ll have to change my site’s tagline and everything. That’s good, though, spreading my wings, trying new things, just like the character Casey London in my latest release, Begging to Submit.
About the book
Casey is a successful dom, but she hasn’t formed a lasting connection with any of her subs. And she has to admit that she’s sexually frustrated, wishing a handsome man would command her to climax.
The club’s owner, Matt, has watched her for a year. He thinks she’s a natural sub, if only she’ll let go of her control and submit. To him. He believes he can train her to be the perfect submissive and to orgasm at the sound of a single word.
Will Casey continue to give satisfying pleasure to her subs or will she receive her own exquisite satisfaction by begging to submit to Matt?
An Excerpt from the Book
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“Why don’t we skip the punishment, Matt?” Casey asked, deliberately using his name to bring them back on a level playing field. “After all, I didn’t do anything on purpose, and you, yourself, said that we’re not doing the master/slave roles.”
He actually laughed at her, the bastard. At the same time, almost without her realizing, he was escorting her to the spanking bench. He helped her put her leg over and then lay her down on her stomach, face to the side, ass in the air. Not too uncomfortable, but not relaxing enough to let her release the tension from her body that was now on high alert for what was coming next.
“I think we’ll need a single strap to secure your waist, just in case you get the urge to get up in the middle of this.”
“I won’t,” she assured him, but he buckled the leather strap around her middle anyway.
“I’d like you not to speak now,” he said calmly. “If you do, I’ll use a gag on you.”
She clamped her mouth shut to remind herself to obey. Her nipples puckered at the role reversal, scraping the fabric inside her bra. She hadn’t been so aroused in—
“Shit!” she screamed out, as he brought a cane down on her ass. She’d barely had time to register the whistling sound, before the sharp, unexpected pain had wrenched the word from her mouth. She was still wriggling her bottom, trying to find relief from the sting when he slipped a gag into her mouth. Her eyes widened. She was now in the lowliest position, one she never had to put her subs in as they obeyed and enjoyed.
This was not what she’d intended. She wanted to be teased and tickled and restrained and made to climax. What the hell?
“You can bite down on the gag if it helps,” he said, behind her again. The whistling sound and then the pain, but with the intense sensation came heat that seemed to move from her tortured buttocks to her pussy.
In her head, she begged him to do it again. And he did, once more the pain and the heat, and she felt her pussy get soft and engorged. If Matt barely touched her clit, she knew she’d come.
Instead, he removed the gag and the buckle from around her waist, and she felt a sense of disappointment. Was it over? Shouldn’t he know how close she was to coming? Probably with another two strokes, even without him touching her clit, she would have bucked hard against the bench and exploded.
(End of excerpt)
This is an Erotic Novella (approx. 16,000 words)
I truly hope you enjoy it.