Blurb: 

What’s the first rule a submissive must learn? When your dom tells you to do something, you obey.

What’s the second rule? If you don’t obey, you will be punished.

Master Glendan is about to enforce this rule on Sonia, and he’s added a few twists to a standard spanking.

When he and his helpers are done, will Sonia be ready to yield to him?

 

Excerpt:

 

 Sonia stared at Master Glendan’s naked abdomen as panic fluttered in her chest. Was that why he’d removed his shirt after she took off her clothes? So she could see all his hard muscles, and know that he could deliver the hurt he’d promised?

But to make her ask for it? She couldn’t do that.

“Were my instructions unclear?” His voice was so deep. Why couldn’t it sound warm?

“No, sir. I’m sorry sir.” There was no help for it. “Please start—”

Master Glendan held up an imperious hand. “Look at me.”

She raised her head, and he captured her gaze and held it. “For your insubordination, I’m going to bring in a dom in training to give you ten extra strokes.”

She couldn’t help a cry of dismay from escaping her. But he ignored it.

He walked over to the intercom, pushed the button and said, “Send a dom who’s in training to Room 3. Choose someone who wants to discipline a redhead with a great ass.”

Sonia’s hair suddenly hung heavily around her shoulders. Was her hair what had attracted Master Glendan to her? She’d curled the ends so carefully tonight, knowing that her luxurious fall of soft auburn curls enticed men quite reliably.

It couldn’t be the bit about her ass—because that was so impersonal.

She didn’t know why she longed for Master Glendan to want her, not her as an ass, but her as a desirable woman, a person with her own brain and personality, not merely a sub. But it was hard for her to imagine he did, when his treatment was so hard and impersonal.

She couldn’t see the two men behind her, but she heard a rustle as Glendan apparently sat down in the free chair next to the observer. The two men began casually discussing the upcoming state election, while she hung over the sawhorse, waiting for the pain to come.

A quiet knock sounded on the door, but she couldn’t see the man who entered. She heard his voice say, “Good evening, Masters. You requested a dom in training.” His voice rose in a slight question at the end.

“Come in, Adam.” That was Glendan’s bass voice speaking. “We have an opportunity to give you a punishment lesson here.”

“Sounds good.” There was a note of eagerness in Adam’s voice. Sonia couldn’t see him, but she could feel his eyes staring at her ass.

“Yes,” Glendan answered. “This sub has earned an extra punishment, which you will administer. Start by letting her know you will take care of her at all times.”

She heard movement as Adam moved closer to her. Then this man she’d never seen pressed a hand against her butt. She jumped in surprise. He began stroking and caressing her. “No need to be alarmed, sub. I’m just warming you up, to help you endure the pain.”

His hands stroked up and down, and kneaded her flesh strongly. “You have a beautiful ass,” he said. “I look forward to reddening it.”

“Since you are still in training,” Master Glendan said suddenly, “you will use your hand to administer the punishment. It will be ten strokes. Make it hurt.”

Blurb: 

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt: 

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”

 

 

 

Blurb:

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt:

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”

 

Blurb: 

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt: 

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”