Yes, I did it. My first light BDSM tale. I fear I haven’t been completely honest with you all. I like kink. I’m not sure if that was a confession or just a ‘just so you know’ announcement. Shara Azod LLC knows a little something about kink. I’m pleased to throw my name into their marvelous Whipped Dreams line. For those of you who know the imprints works, you know that Whipped Dreams center around BDSM or D/s story lines. I took it one step further. This time, the heroine is the Domme.
Below is the blurb and a spicy little excerpt to get you wondering. Click the link, buy the tale, and warm up your holiday season with a bit a sugar, spice and and a whole lot of kink.
Athena Divan had it good; her own company, a premium New York apartment and a secret. Gerard Bourdain was much the same; his own company, a premium New York apartment, a restless spirit and a secret. These two had butted heads in the board room, but they were about to find they had a lot more in common when their secrets collide at the Black Tie bondage club.
As he stood on the other side of the door, he took a deep breath. This
mistress was supposed to be the best, as the owner kept telling him. A second generation dominatrix. He’d never heard of such a thing. Pushing the heavy
door open, he stepped into the room.
His stomach immediately tightened when his eyes focused on the woman
perched on the throne. She looked like a deity, her shoulders back and her long
legs crossed in a striking pose. Her mouth was pursed, and her burgundy
lipstick looked like a fine wine staining her lips. The black masquerade mask
did little to hide her features. Her high cheekbones stood out in the dim
lighting, but her eyes were the most striking almond color he’d ever seen.
He swallowed hard. She raised her arm and, in a regal movement, turned
her palm upward and curled her fingers forward, beckoning him to her. He
dropped his head and took slow steps toward her. He stopped a mere foot away
from his appointed mistress. For the first time, he was intimidated by a woman.
His mother didn’t intimidate him, and she threw her weight around better than
any man he’d met.
“Well, well, well,” his mistress said in a husky, breathless tone. She
uncrossed her legs and stood. Her heels didn’t make a sound as she walked
toward him across the carpeted floor.
Without pausing, she began to walk around him, looking him up and
down. He didn’t dare move his head to follow her movements, knowing that
would bring him punishment. The leather of her glove felt cool as she laid the
palm of her hand against the small of his back. The simple touch made his cock
“Mmmm. There is nothing I like more than fresh meat.” She smacked his
ass with an echoing slap that stung his flesh even through the leather pants.
Her palm cupped his ass in a soothing motion, and she began to rub his
stinging cheek as if to soothe the sting. The smell of her hung in the air, and it
was all he could think about as he tried to force himself to breathe in through
his nose and out through his mouth.
“What is your name, slave?”
Well there you have it, what do you think?
- New Release! Midnight and Mayhem by Nevea Lane (nevealane.wordpress.com)
- Sexxx Talk Radio – Of Fun and Bondage: Exploring BDSM with Antoinette Izzo – 11/21/12 (prn.fm)