by Amy Valenti
By the time he’d taken his own release, his breath deliciously heavy against my skin as he collapsed atop me, I was the happiest submissive in existence.
Seventy-one point two per cent what?
* * * *
Josh
We lay there together, breathless, exhausted and completely satisfied. Lena nuzzled my neck affectionately, and I smiled up at the ceiling, glad the interminable game between us was over, but not regretting that we’d played it in the slightest.
“Best sex ever,” she mumbled against my skin, and I laughed, turning onto my side to look into her face.
“Worth the wait, then?”
“Mmm…” Her eyelids were heavy with pleasure, and she leaned in to kiss me gently. “Thank you for letting me come, Sir.”
“I think you earned it, little tease,” I told her, smoothing her hair back from her face.
She giggled. “Wanna let me earn it again later?”
I tugged on her collar gently. “I could go for that.”
We dozed for a while, the physical and emotional exertion taking its toll on us both. I woke first, and extricated myself from her arms to visit the bathroom and find water for us. When I returned, Lena was standing in front of the mirror in the corner, examining the bruises that were just beginning to show on her firm backside.
“Hurting, little tease?” I asked, beckoning her back to the bed and drawing her into my arms.
“Only in the best possible way, Sir,” she said, seeming proud of the emerging marks.
“Good to know.”
I took care of her while she drank some water, holding her and stroking her hair. Once she’d visited the bathroom, then lain back down beside me, I held up the leather wrist cuffs I’d pulled from the bedside drawer, watching her eyes brighten at the sight of them. “Any objections?”
She shook her head, offering her wrists without hesitation. Her trust warmed me.
I buckled each cuff around one of her wrists and clipped them together, using one of the metal spokes in the headboard to anchor her arms over her head. Then I leaned over and kissed her, hard but briefly. “You want to come again tonight?”
She closed her eyes, biting her lip and nodding. “Please, Sir.”
“Hmm…”
For long minutes, I trailed my fingertips over her body, watching her reactions to different stimuli. She wasn’t particularly ticklish, but the right touch up and down her sides could set her squirming. Her nipples quickly grew hard under my tongue, and I tormented her for quite a while that way, enjoying her gasps and pleas.
Her stomach was sensitive to my kisses, the skin shifting under my lips as she sighed her pleasure. I ignored my steadily hardening cock, smoothing my fingers over her inner thighs and grinning as she begged me to stop teasing, to take her, to let her come.
When I slid a finger inside her, curving it up against her sweet spot, her breath caught and her head fell back against the pillow. She tugged at the cuffs as I added a second, and watched her absolute focus on her approaching orgasm with a smile. She’d never been more beautiful to me than she was right then, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
She cried out a protest when I withdrew my fingers, but when she realised my intention she recovered from the disappointment, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sheathed myself deep inside her. She tightened around my cock, tugging at her bonds again, and I took what I needed from her, starting slowly, then letting instinct take control.
Lena met my every thrust, hooking her legs around my waist and rocking against me. “Sir… Please, let me come…”
I ignored her, taking her harder and faster, relishing the feel of being inside her. After so many long months of being unsure we’d even get to this point, the sensations were indescribable.
Not only that, but I loved her—not just sex with her, not just play, but every part of her. And I knew she knew it.
“Who do you belong to, little tease?”
She gasped against my neck, gathering her thoughts enough to speak. “You, Sir.”
“Tell me you’re mine, and then you can come.” I needed to hear her say it. After our months-long power struggle, hearing her give in to me in the club had been incredibly erotic.
She bucked against me harder, her breathing unsteady. “I’m yours, Sir—yours to take, yours to use, yours to command, all yours…”
God, it was almost more than I could stand. My need surged, and I spoke urgently. “Come for me, little tease. Come now.”
It took only a couple of seconds for her to lose control, her cunt tightening irresistibly around my cock over and over, dragging me right over the edge and into oblivion with her. I drove into her again and again as we came, prolonging the intensity until I couldn’t move anymore.
Dimly, I registered Lena’s satisfied purr, and reached up over her head to unclip the wrist cuffs that restrained her. She wrapped her arms around me, and we clung together in the afterglow, sated.
Once I’d recovered enough, I sat up and reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed, unfolding it and draping it over us. The duvet cover was underneath our exhausted bodies, and I couldn’t bring myself to move. The blanket would have to do.
“Sir?” Lena murmured, looking up at me with a slow grin.
“What, little tease?” I kissed her forehead gently, then lay back down next to her.
“Do you really think the dungeon masters would have let us just have sex in front of everyone?”
I thought back to my words during the scene, amused. By now, even the dungeon masters want to know what I’m gonna do to you. I’ll bet they wouldn’t even step in if I were to fuck you in front of everyone here…
“Anyone else? No. Any other time? No. But our first scene, after all the gossip that’s been following us around? I think they might have turned a blind eye.”
“I wanted you so much, I would have let you,” she confessed, only a touch of shame in her expression.
Part of me wished I could go back and do it—just fuck her there, in front of our voyeuristic audience. But a bigger part valued the privacy we’d waited for. “I knew that, little tease,” I told her, pulling on her collar for emphasis. “But I wanted you to myself.”
“You have me, Sir.” She snuggled farther into my arms, suppressing a yawn. It had been an exhausting night, and I was feeling the urge to sleep, too.
“Oh, I know I do, little tease. And I’m not letting you go. Seventy-one point two per cent Domme or not.”
“Less than that now. I could work out my new percentage, but I’d need my spreadsheet to do it. Or at least a pen and some paper.”
I kissed her affectionately. “Not now, little tease. Sleep.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Book 2 of the Club Rack and Ruin series is Model Submissive—Izzy’s book!
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Also by Amy Valenti
Hot, Rich and Dominant
Hot, Rich and Dominant 2—Learning Curve
Hot, Rich and Dominant 3—Collars and Dollars
Hot, Rich and Dominant 4—Making a Scene
Hot, Rich and Dominant 5—No More Secrets
Hot, Rich and Dominant 6—Risk and Reward
Hot, Rich and Dominant—the Complete Collection
Claiming His Tease (Club Rack and Ruin #1)
Model Submissive (Club Rack and Ruin #2)
Complex Triggers (Club Rack and Ruin #3)
Not Your Damn Submissive (Denial #1)
Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2)
Always the Quiet Ones
Battle of Thrills
Cornered
Die for Him
Dominance and Deception
Switching Off
About the Author
Amy Valenti attained ‘crazy cat
lady’ status at four years old, but took a little longer to get to the ‘published author’ stage, which was her other goal in life. Now in her late twenties, she tries to minimise the number of cats she puts into her erotic romance stories, but more than one has slipped into a character’s home while her back’s been turned. After all, the ultimate test of a man’s worth is what his new partner’s pets think of him…
Cats aside, Amy enjoys writing about intelligent female characters who know themselves and their desires. She’s been fascinated by sex, relationship and power-play dynamics for many years, and experiments with different sub-genres under the overarching category of BDSM, concentrating on Domination and submission romance in particular.
She also writes vanilla lesbian erotica (without the romance!) under the pseudonym Sidonie Spice.
About the Stories
Just what is it about bondage, pain-play and barked commands that make a submissive fall to her knees? Amy Valenti is captivated by the Dominance and submission dynamic, and her books mainly feature growly, Dominant men with feisty yet submissive women. Occasionally she likes to write about hot Dom-on-Domme action and ménage involving two Dominant partners with one lucky female sub.
Safe, sane and consensual BDSM is important to her, and she tries to balance out the intense scenes in her books with some tender, loving aftercare.
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Breaking Boundaries
Sienna Stapleton
Chapter 1
Sara raised a hand to knock on the detailed mahogany door, only to pause with her knuckles mere inches from the wood. Music blared from behind the solid barrier and she wondered what was going on inside. She glanced at her car parked in the small lot next to Adam’s 4x4 truck, then down the long lane leading back to the main road. Second thoughts raced through her head and jumped up and down, waving their arms wildly. If she turned around right now, she could be back at her apartment in less than a half hour.
Pushing the boundaries in their relationship had been her idea. Leaving wouldn’t be fair to Adam, who had come a day early to take part in the Master’s training session the sex spa provided. Besides, if she were truly being honest with herself, she was more than a little curious as to what he had in store for them. They’d agreed to this weekend together and despite her insecurities, she wasn’t going to chicken out now. Straightening her spine, Sara steeled her nerves.
She lifted her hand a second time and allowed her knuckles to rap against the wood. The sound was so quiet, she didn’t expect anyone to hear it over the music, and was more than a little surprised when the heavy door swung open. Sensual jazz flowed out through the opening and wrapped around her like a blanket, infusing her with a libidinous feeling. A petite woman with long raven hair and an ashen complexion appeared from behind the door, her catlike eyes holding a cautious gaze over Sara. “Can I help you?”
The intensity of the woman’s stare made Sara’s nerves to dance, causing her stomach to somersault. “Hi…I’m Sara Kingston. I’m supposed to arrive today for my um…weekend?”
The woman’s scarlet lips turned up at the corners and slowly twisted into a smile. “Ah, yes. Ms. Kingston. I’m Patty Black, we spoke on the phone.” She thrust out a hand for Sara to shake.
Sara cupped the woman’s palm lightly. Black nails curled at the tips of the woman’s fingers and scraped along Sara’s wrist as she pulled away.
Ms. Black motioned for her to enter. “Please come in. I have everything set up for you.”
A new wave of trepidation flooded through Sara as she picked up her suitcase and walked past Ms. Black into the house. It was unnerving to know a complete stranger was aware of her sexual inadequacies and personal insecurities. It was even more unnerving not to know what the woman had planned for her.
“Here, let me have your bag delivered to your room.” Ms. Black motioned to a doorway behind Sara. Adam appeared and he crossed the room to retrieve her luggage. Sara did her best to hide a grin. He was clad in skintight jeans and a white cotton tee she swore was painted on. As he reached to retrieve her suitcase, the muscles in his chest rippled and flexed beneath the fabric of his shirt, inciting a similar reaction in Sara’s nether region. He refused to look directly at her and her internal smile faded. Was he now angry with her or had he simply taken on his role as her master? Either way, for now she’d have to play along, until she could talk to him. He picked up her bag, turned and walked away, leaving Sara with a perfect view of his tight, muscular ass. In preparation for this weekend, they’d abstained from sex for the last month and her libido was now voicing its dissatisfaction.
“Ms. Kingston?”
Sara returned her attention to Ms. Black. “Yes? I’m sorry.”
“I’d like to go over a few ground rules before you begin.”
Sara cast one last covetous glance at the now closed door, and followed Ms. Black into the parlor. The woman motioned to an empty chair. “Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”
* * * *
Adam stood with the door open a crack and listened to the conversation taking place in the other room. Though he could barely make out what was being said, his innate curiosity kept him firmly rooted in place. When he agreed to this weekend, he hadn’t fully understood what it entailed. After being here for a full day, learning everything he needed to know to complete their weekend encounter, he couldn’t believe Sara had known what she was walking into. All he’d really wanted out of their relationship was a little variety in their sex life. What Ms. Black had in store was so much more.
She’d explained to him he’d be taking on the roll of ‘trainer’ and he’d have to play a character while Sara would be learning how to become a subordinate. He’d been confident he could pull it off with no problem, but now, seeing her for the first time in a month, he’d almost forgotten his part. She'd blushed with embarrassment and looked more than a little uncomfortable, and he wanted to wrap her in a hug and tell her it would be all right; that she didn’t have a thing to worry about as long as he was in charge.
Not only would it have been a lie, but it would have ruined their opportunity for a magnificent weekend of exploration. Still, he didn’t for a minute believe that once Sara realized what would happen she’d actually go through with it.
“What’cha looking at?” a voice whispered in Adam’s ear, causing him to jump in shock and nearly let the door fly open. He turned to find Everett, his roommate and counterpart for the weekend, standing behind him.
“Damn, Everett, you scared the hell out of me,” he scolded, careful to keep his tone low.
Not looking the least bit remorseful, Everett apologized. He leaned over Adam’s shoulder and peered through the cracked door. “So, what’s going on?”
Adam nodded toward the women. “Sara just arrived and I’m curious to know if she’ll back out once she realizes what’s in store for her.”
“Let me see.” Everett nudged Adam from his spot and peered out the door. “Damn, you didn’t tell me she was all lush and curvy. She ranks right up there with my Karen.”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, she is beautiful and smart, and funny…”
Everett looked over his shoulder at Adam and arched a curious brow. “Sounds like you’re head over heels for her. So why are you here?”
Adam tilted his head to one side and let his gaze fall to the carpeted floor beneath his feet. “She has a few issues in the bedroom department.”
Everett’s second brow rose to meet the first. “Oh. Vanilla sex, huh?”
“Yeah, you could say that. A couple of months back we were getting into some heavy petting on the couch during a movie, when she stopped and said we should move it into the bedro
om. Wanting a little variety, I declined and said we should continue on the couch. It wasn’t as if we have kids to worry about, or roommates, or anything. When she insisted, I got aggravated and eventually we ended up in a fight.” Adam scuffed his shoe across the tan pile carpet. “It wasn’t like I was asking to tie her up and strap electrodes to her. I just thought it would sometimes be nice to do it on the couch, on the rug or in the shower instead of always in the bed. You know, a little spontaneity to spice things up a bit.”
“And she wouldn’t go for it?”
Adam shook his head. “She has some self-image issues and insecurities. Her family had done a great job drilling it into her head that she should be ashamed at being a big girl. So when she does want to have sex it’s in the bedroom under the covers with the lights off.”
“That sucks,” Everett agreed as he continued to watch Sara. “If she’s anything like my Karen I bet deep down she could be a beast in bed.”
Adam nodded. “I agree. So, in a moment of sheer frustration, I laid it all out to her about how I thought she was sexy no matter what and how she needed to get over this stupid insecurity she held.” He sighed. “She dug in and held her ground saying that I couldn’t possibly understand. So I walked out.”
Everett glanced back at him. “I’m sure that didn’t help with her issues.”
“It didn’t,” Adam replied. “I ended up feeling guilty for yelling at her and within a couple of days we made up, but the fight stuck with her and she sought out this place with the hopes it would help her expand her horizons. I thought it was like a therapy weekend where couples sit around and discuss their issues and ways to resolve them. Not this.”
Everett angled his head and gave a nod toward the door. “You think she thought the same thing?”