The Mistress Files: The Case of the Acting ActressThe Case of the Diffident DomThe Case of the Reluctant Rock StarThe Case of the Secret SwitchThe Case of the Brokenhearted Bartender
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“Hmm...I’ve never paralyzed someone from giving them a hard orgasm before. This is one for the record books.”
“Marry me.”
“I can’t do that. Not in this state anyway. Civil commitment ceremony instead?”
“I’ll send out the invites.”
Chris started to roll up and The Mistress waved her to lay back down.
“You might have some brain damage after that orgasm. Just relax until we’re sure you haven’t suffered any irreversible consequences.”
The Mistress soaked a few gauze pads in some saline solution and cleaned the blood and lubricant off Chris. She handed her a panty liner in case she started bleeding again.
“You can get dressed now. I’m going to clean up and meet you in the other room. Walk slowly. Don’t faint.”
Chris sat up and looked around blinking. The Mistress watched Chris dress from the corner of her eye while she washed blood and lube off her hands.
In the bedroom antechamber Chris leaned against the bedpost and smiled. The Mistress glanced at the clock.
“It’s been an hour. Should I let Dad in?” The Mistress asked as she headed for the door.
“Let him in. I might need him to carry me out.”
The Mistress opened the door and Kingsley rushed in without a word to her.
“Are you all right?” he asked, giving Chris a once—and then twice-over.
“I’m amazing.” She collapsed against Kingsley’s chest with an exhausted sigh. “I like her so much....”
“What did you do to her?” Kingsley looked at Chris’s beaming face with suspicion. The broad, happy smile and relaxed posture was a far cry from the tense, nervous young woman who’d been waiting in this room and hour ago.
“I did exactly what I said I’d do,” The Mistress said as she waved at the door. “I gave her my A-game. And my O-Game.”
END OF SESSION
That sadly was Chris’s only visit to my dungeon. Vanilla people don’t come down here very often. And if they do, they never come back. I heard that Chris and Theresa got back together a few weeks later and are now apartment-hunting. They really weren’t kidding about the lesbians and U-Haul thing, were they?
[Appended note to Kingsley and not for the files] Speaking of sexy androgynous lesbians...it’s none of my business, but you should really call Sam. I know it hurts to talk to her. But I called her after Chris left, and Sam said she misses you, too. She’s gave me a message to give you. “I’m finally getting married, King. You’re my best man. Whether you come to the wedding or not, that second sentence is still true.”]
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Tiffany Reisz is the author of the highly acclaimed series The Original Sinners. Slightly shameless, Tiffany dropped out of a conservative Southern seminary in order to pursue a career as a writer. This move, while possibly putting her eternal salvation in peril, has worked out better than she anticipated. She has five piercings, one tattoo and has been arrested only twice. When not under arrest, Tiffany writes erotica and erotic romance and is diligent in doing all her own research, and lives and writes by the erotica writer’s creed: it’s not erotica until someone gets hurt.
Follow Tiffany on Twitter @tiffanyreisz or email her at littleredridingcrop@gmail.com.
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Other titles in The Original Sinners series by
Tiffany Reisz:
Harlequin MIRA
The Siren
The Angel
The Prince
The Mistress
Harlequin Spice Briefs
The Gift
Immersed in Pleasure
Submit to Desire
ISBN: 9781459239098
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