Amidst a steady stream of whiskey and pizza, Dragon and I bonded with Iris watching on. He was a good kid, quick, and respectful. He also happened to be fucking Deacon’s Ma. Thankfully, Deacon wasn’t here as he tends to be a bit overzealous in terms of Trudy.
Life was moving on—away from the last three years and the shooting.
We would survive.
Dragon was an innocent, whose first dance with the macabre was that evening no one would ever forget. We ended our evening, exchanging phone numbers, and hugging. Yes, with kisses to the cheeks.
“We really should go spend some time in Georgia,” Iris mentions as I grab her bottle of bubbles from the bucket. “You could play big brother.” I roll my eyes. “What? It looks really fucking good on you, Dr. Salvatore.”
“Don’t,” I warn, opening the door to the patio. She follows me out as I pop the cork. “You seem to have lost my pants from your ass.”
“I don’t need them now.”
“You’ve changed so much,” I marvel, taking a swig and handing her the bottle. “Every time I think I know you, something new pops up.”
Shivering in the cold, she says, “Same.” I sweep her off her feet and carry her inside. She shuts the door behind us. “We have a lot to learn about one another.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” she whispers as I set her on the bed. “But it’s different because we’re in love, but we don’t know all the little things.”
“We have time.”
“Is that a promise?” she quizzes, easing against the headboard. “Because I need a promise.”
“I’m going to do my best to give you as much time as I possibly can.”
My phone rings on the nightstand and I turn it on speaker. “Raniero.”
“Cat’s awake,” Deacon says, crying. “But…”
“What?” I look at Iris, on the verge of smiling and weeping. “Tell me.”
“She is experiencing some memory loss issues and her motor skills have deteriorated.”
“… Does she know you?”
“Yes,” he says. “Or she seems to.”
I breathe as the news hits hard. Gripping my hand, Iris interrupts, “Deacon, we’ve got this. Don’t worry. Whatever it takes.”
“I don’t want to lose her,” he mutters, sobbing.
“Do you need me?”
“No,” he says, exhaling. “I’m going to finish this smoke and go crash in her room. Can you bring me some clean clothes tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” Iris says. “We have this. Don’t give up hope. And we love you very, very much.”
“I love you guys.”
“I love you, Honeybear,” I say, and he laughs before hanging up. I toss the phone and flop back on the bed. “Oh, Jesus…my sister is a vegetable.”
“No, she’s not,” Iris insists, pulling her shirt off and crawling on top of me. “She is alive and that is all that matters.”
“You know, I’m going to kill Amber…”
“I know.”
“For not only harming the people I love, but causing so much pain to Deacon,” I mumble, tracing the curve of her breast. “Why are you naked on top of me?”
“Because we were in the middle of a chase until we got derailed by Kali and Dragon.”
“Oh, yes yes… It’s a good thing I have you to keep me in line,” I praise, running the pads of my fingers over her nipples. They harden with my touch and my arousal hardens beneath the weight of her bottom.
Leaning against my chest, she places a kiss on my heart and steals the ball cap that fell off when I flopped back. “What was that about a spanking on your lap earlier?”
Lifting a brow, I snarl. “You’re so bad, taunting a man with your womanly ways.”
“I’m not teasing, Master.” She slides down my body, running little kisses from her wicked lips all the way to my waistband. With her mouth hovering just over my erection, she flicks her eyes up and walks away, swinging her heart-shaped ass like it was just made for my hand.
She leads; I follow.
After moving the chair at the end, she bends over onto the glass dining table. “Oooh…it’s chilled.”
“Holy fuck,” I mumble, walking past her and stealing my hat. I pull her hair down, fluffing it with my fingers and letting it fall dangerously close to her ass. I take a seat in the chair with the perfect view of her black lace wrapped derriere. I adjust myself and stroke my goatee. “Jesus…wiggle just a little…slow…”
“Are you hard, Sal?”
“Incredibly,” I answer.
She whispers, “What are you thinking about?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” she says, just barely moving.
Running my finger along my jaw, I snicker, “Thinking about the feel of my hand snapping against your ass as you bend over my lap. Watching you redden. And doing it again. After a few times, I’d slip my finger inside of your wet lips and fuck that pussy until you come.”
“Mhmm…and then…”
“I’d bend you over that table and fuck you with my hard cock until you screamed my name and Kali came running…”
She giggles, twirling around, and easing her bottom onto the table. Spreading her thighs wide, I get a glorious view. The moonlight shines on her skin and illuminates her dainty features. “And what if I’m like this…”
“If you’re like that, I’m going to scoot this chair up and have a banquet while my fingers twist your nipples…”
“Oooh! The burn…”
“Ya,” I reply, playing her game and dropping my sweats. I kick them away. “What do you do with this?”
“God, you’re huge.”
“Gotta give me more than that, babe.”
“That was more of a dayummm…” She grins wide and sticks her tongue out. “I would kneel before you and kiss your cock for hours.”
“You know, I’m going to grip your hair,” I inform, stroking myself. “And then?”
Her breathing intensifies at the sight of my touching myself. “When I don’t think you could take anymore, I will straddle over you and ride your dick until you shoot your load deep inside of me.” I run my left palm up and over the head as a devilish grin spreads over my lips. Her wet lips part, wanting. “You don’t play fair.”
“I never said we were playing fair,” I say, not stopping. “This is my game. My rules.”
“Sal’s game,” she acknowledges.
“Yes,” I claim, spitting and hitting my cock.
“Shit!” she squeals as her toes curl tight. “Don’t do that.”
“I have impeccable aim.”
“Don’t I know it,” she whispers, laying back against the glass and lifting her legs high in the air. I get the whole view as she slips the panties from her body and flings them from her toe. They land on my fucking cock. “Ha!”
“So, not fair,” I groan, picking up the fabric and putting it to my nose. She giggles, proud of herself. I close my eyes, taking a deep whiff of her scent, as she sits up and eases two fingers between her lips. “Dear God…”
“Who’s ahead now, Sal?”
“You, pretty girl.”
“Are we just going to jack off in front of each other?”
With a dangerous gleam, I snarl, “I’m having a good time toying with you.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Baby, I’m so going to fuck you,” I simmer, rising and stalking closer. “Hard.”
Knowing I’m on the prowl, she blinks and flirts, “Catch me!” She darts off the table and runs as the chase is on. I narrowly miss grabbing her. She’s on one side of the sofa and I’m on the other as we dance back and forth. Her bright smile warms my heart.
“You’re going to have to be fast, Nero.” She dashes through the living room and I latch onto her waist. “Fuck!”
Bending her over the back of the sofa, I hiss, “Exactly!”
“I’m not tall enough for this.”
I wrap my arm around
her waist and carry her to the rug as I wrangle in behind her lush bottom. She tries to crawl away, but I grab her foot. “No,” I reprimand, slapping her ass without warning. “Stay.”
With a mischievous giggle, she moves again, scurrying on her hands and knees to the slick marble floor. I tug her back with a slide and thwap her bottom again. My hand grips her hip and I plunge two fingers in to the hilt. Deep inside of her wetness, I’m finger fucking her good when she whispers, “… Head down, ass up?”
“Hell yes!” I pull my fingers from her as I’m preparing to stick my cock inside of her and she dashes to the bedroom. “You little shit!”
She grins and giggles, waving her legs with a come-and-get-me on the bed. I pay her no attention as I pull my belt from the drawer and snap it once. She gasps. “You wouldn’t…”
“You don’t know me very well,” I contend, pacing around the bed. I grasp her ankles, pulling her back to me as the belt comes down with a thunderous roar, impacting her ass cheek. “Ahhh!” she yelps, tightly gripping onto the sheet. I swing back and grace the leather over her flesh again. “Uhhh!” she moans. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“… Do you remember who I am?”
“Yes,” she whispers, rolling her torso over as her legs twist. “But do you?”
I spread her thighs as my hand wraps around my dick. I fall on top of her and thrust inside—hard. “God, yes…” I growl as she soaks around my cock. Lowering my head, I whisper against her lip. “You’re so damned wet, baby.”
“Because you make me this way, Sir.”
Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head with mine as I maul her body like I’ve dreamed of doing for years. She arches and bucks against me as we drive with the force of lust and love.
“Be my slut…”
“Yes,” she moans, tossing her legs around me. I cannot stop fucking her as every thrust becomes more impactful than the last. We struggle, remembering who we once were, but we’re doing it together. “Always.”
“… You like it when I hold you down?”
Her eyes blink with dampened lashes. “Yes, I like it when you make me yours. I want to be your plaything. I want to make you happy. And I want you to laugh and smile. I need to be the one really good thing in your life.”
“You still like it when I whip you?”
“I do,” she soothes, matching my moves. “But thank you for not going wild. I’m a little out of practice.”
“You aren’t alone, baby,” I confess, kissing her lips so sweet. “I tried to remember who my Dominant was, but without you—it just felt wrong. I need your submission for my Dominant to shine.”
“Can I just say, I really love your cock inside of me?”
I smile and laugh. “I really love being inside of you.” I run my teeth over her nipple, threatening to bite.
“Do it.”
Gently, I tug and suckle and graze my teeth over the deliciousness. She moans as I let her hands go and my fingers find the other one. I lightly pinch the decadent morsel, drawing it to a stiff peak, as my hips roll into her puddle. “You’re so slick and you feel so amazing. God, I need more.”
“Let me flip,” she urges as I pull out.
Her legs straddle on either side of me as her marked ass sends a jolt straight from my heart to my cock. “Lift your hips, baby.” I spread her wide and tease her entrance. “You love this position.”
“I always have,” she whispers, closing her eyes, as I kiss her cheek and nuzzle her ear. I hold her down, mounting her from behind, and sink in balls deep. I let the madness come on, fucking her like a savage beast, and using her body like she wants me to. “Fuck me, Sal! Fuck me with your hard cock…”
Hovering over her back, I wind round and round…tighter and tighter…hitting her spot with every revolution of my hips. She moans, but the first sight of her drool sends my mind spiraling.
There is something so sensual about arousing a woman to the point of drooling. She’s out of control, getting lost in the moment, and the pulse of my throbbing dick. Her excitement builds my own until I’m so close to the point of coming, I stop. “You’re so beautiful beneath me.”
I’m sweating and she’s panting, begging for more—more love, more sex, more intimacy. I cannot deny Iris. I’ll get to a place of punishment, restraint, and discipline, but it’s going to take some time. It’s going to take some patience to be the Dominant and submissive we once were. We need to go slow and reacquaint ourselves and work the relationship so much better than we did the last time.
We aren’t the same. We’re calmer, older, mature, and more patient with one another. We’re more trusting and gentler, and those things are a great foundation to build our kinky upon, but I won’t let it be the only defining factor.
Without any hesitation, I know my love for her defines the very essence of who we are and who we are meant to be. She will be my wife, my lover, my best friend, my submissive—my everything. And I will be her loving, devoted husband. Her Dominant and the sword to guard her lotus.
“Salvatore,” she moans, drunken on our love. “Come for me.”
I grin and consider humoring her just this once, mostly because I want to go again. I will never have enough of Iris. “You know, I am supposed to tell you that.”
She smiles. “And if I told you to go in my ass?”
“I would.”
“And if I told you to cuff me to the bed?”
“I would,” I mutter against her ear. “What is your point here, pretty little thing?”
“If I told you I wanted you to submit, would you?”
“… Are you going to do that?”
“No,” she happily gloats. “But that isn’t the point. The point is in knowing you would.”
“Iris Nakamura, I would bend over backwards if it would bring a smile to your lips and a glow in your eyes.”
“Would you eat my ass?”
“Like a motherfuckin’ cupcake, darlin’,” I declare, grabbing her ass cheek. “The real question here is, if you would eat mine.”
“Have you seen what a fantastic ass you have?”
“… You wanna peg it?”
“Maybe!” She excitedly giggles. “I’d need tips cause I haven’t ever done that!”
“I’ll need more than a tip.”
Her laughter spurs on my own, and it’s good. We’re good. We’re not perfect. We’re hurting, healing, and learning, but we’re together for the first time like we’ve never been before. And that makes all the difference.
We’re no longer coming of age; we came. We’re going to fight. And fuck. And tease. And play. And cry. And laugh. And make love.
Lacing her fingers with mine, she whispers, “I love you, more than a tip, Trotter.”
In my darkness, I embrace her light, soaking it in and shining in her glow as I beam a grin at my flower. If I take care of her, she’ll grow. And I will, too. “I love you, Dandelion.”
Sal & Iris in TAT4
DIARY OF A SUBMISSIVE
a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 4
FEBRUARY 14, 2020
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With the criminal underworld breathing down their neck, Sal and Iris must confront their families, associates, and one another in this epic tale of dark romance.
Keeping their friends close and enemies closer only assures one thing...no one is safe in a Tomb of Ashen Tears.
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Madness
COMING DECEMBER 17, 2019
…Fall into The Darkland…
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As a starry-eyed child, I wanted to believe my shining prince would ride up on a white horse, present a diamond ring, and carry me away to his castle. His love would be endless and our lives would be the happily ever after all girls dreamed about. I never knew the fairytale was nothing more than a lie.
I was a good girl.
Until one night, one tiny trip, one little mi
stake, one moment of indiscretion.
When I fell down the rabbit hole, I stumbled into the absolute fantasy, succumbing to their whims and rituals. As their very naughty girl, I embraced the nightmare and refused to ever leave.
The Darkland is mine.
And those monsters will kneel before their one true Queen.
Madness is a dark romance/reverse harem story.
The Red Shoes
And we’re off to see the…
This may not have been the best idea, boys.
DOM. NICO. DEACON. SAL.
Walking along the golden road, we search for the magic behind the mask. Along the way, we’ll be confronted with the wonders of the whimsical parade and the woe of our fiercest rival hussy as we carry on like rockstars flaunting our best flesh.
Hello my pretty boys.
Shall we play?
Skip down an enlightened path of adventure with your favorite characters from Juliet in this annual short story. They’ll be dressed and bedazzled in an altered world.
Familiarity with Kailee Reese Samuels’ books is highly recommended.
Nocturne books are not standalone, but accent pieces to her other books; she crafted Nocturne specifically for her fans. As with all of her words, expect a whirlwind—only this time, down the golden road.
Every fall, Kailee Reese Samuels’ Nocturne Annuals are released. These collectible limited editions will only be available for one year in print.
With a full cast of characters, she immerses them into a fairytale world. They are dream sequences and dark fantasy pieces to complement the world of Sal Raniero, Sugargrove, and Juliet.
These “tales” weren’t exactly their story, but perhaps they were inebriated or incapacitated in some way which made these things — like mermaids, ghosts, vampires, pirates, etc. — very real in their slightly delusional state.
THE RED SHOES
(Limited Edition Nocturne Annual 2019)
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