Blurb:
Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a
harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He
shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in
his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to
uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are
catching up to him, faster than he can run.
The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably
with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the
freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with
her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other
women into their bed? And why can’t he say he loves her?
As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy
mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to
relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past
storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship
is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an
immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?
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Excerpt
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As Dan
parked the car, a low moan quivered from the passenger side. Karen slumped
against her seat belt, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. Though she might have
argued, Dan had never seen her more beautiful or more desirable. While the car
clicked, rumbled, and cooled he stared at her face and longed to touch her,
bury himself inside her in every way possible. Instead, he slapped her thigh
hard enough to make her yelp.
‘Well
done, Kaz. Take it out now.’
She
moaned, turning a bleary eye toward him. ‘I still don't get to come?’
The
pitiful tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. ‘Not yet.’
‘I hate
you sometimes.’
‘You'll
thank me later. Promise.’
Her
fingers slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the
contrast of her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around.
Seconds later, she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The
musky scent of her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling
his nostrils with the wonderful smell.
‘Put it
in there.’
Karen
shoved the bullet into the glove compartment and composed herself with a series
of slow breaths.
‘Better?’
he asked.
‘I
suppose.’ Glowering, she clambered from the car and kicked the door shut.
Dan
chuckled and when Karen walked around to open his door, the grin grew wider. He
stroked her burning cheek with the pad of his thumb. ‘Karen,’ he murmured, ‘my
sweet, little Kitten. You'll be okay. Before the night is out you'll get to
come.’
She
whined. ‘But I need it now.’
He peered
over his shoulder, casting a sweeping gaze left and right. The chance to
further tease his slave presented itself in the form of a deserted car park.
How could he resist?
‘Now?’ he
whispered. ‘Here? In the street? I can do that.’ With deft hands, he gripped
her slender shoulders and spun her round. Her back pressed flat against his
chest, and he stroked the slippery latex clinging to her skin. First her
breasts, squeezing the firm globes before skimming down to the small dent of
her bellybutton. He tickled her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. She
jumped.
‘I
could,’ he breathed in her ear, ‘and no one would think anything of it. Not
here. I could hold you against the car.’ He did, pushing her hands out to lie
flat on the roof. Her cheek touched the metal and he watched the condensation
of her breath mingle with the wisps of steam rising from the hot surface. She
groaned.
‘I could
pull off your knickers.’ Dan released her hands and teased his way back under
the dress. He could feel her thighs trembling. ‘Wait, you're not wearing any.’
‘You
bloody took them!’
‘I know.’
Dan resisted the urge to check his pocket. He knew they were still there, damp
and musky.
‘One less barrier.’ He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen's high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful . . .
‘One less barrier.’ He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen's high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful . . .
‘It would
only take a few minutes.’ He thrust his hips against her. ‘Wouldn't even have
to pull my trousers down all the way. A quick fuck.’ When he nipped her ear, a
low growl rumbled at the back of her throat.
Her
instant responsiveness made him aware of a tightening across the front of his
trousers. He resisted the urge to adjust himself; wouldn't do to let the
submissive know that she was actually the one in charge.
‘You'd
love that, wouldn't you? A speedy shag against the side of my car in the middle
of a public car park. You're such a dirty girl.’
The loud
slap of his hand against her ass cheeks made them both jump. The giddy thrill
of power made Dan's head spin. His breathing hitched, and he caught the scent
of Karen's arousal on his fingers again. It fired his blood as surely as any
over the counter aphrodisiac.
‘Do you
still need to come? Now?’ As his breathed the words into her ear, Dan walked
his fingers over the curve of her bottom. Passed the top of her thighs and
round the front to cup her pussy. So hot. So wet. He groaned. ‘You shaved?’
Karen
humped his fingers. ‘Of course I did. It's Sugar Dust.’
‘I love
it when you're smooth down there. It's so fucking sexy. You missed a bit
though.’
‘You try
catching everything with a shitty lady-razor.’
‘Don't
worry, it's amazing.’ Dan glanced over his shoulder. ‘Don't move.’
The
lights in the huge exclusive club made pools of yellow light on the tarmac.
Though he heard the faint notes of music from within, he heard no voices. Saw
no people. Perfect. He dropped to his knees behind Karen and pressed his nose
against her backside. He rubbed his cheek against her lower one then nipped the
fleshy underside of her arse. She gasped. He did it again. A third time. The
fourth bite drew forth a strangled wail as he brought his teeth together and
turned his head from side to side.
‘You're
mine,’ he whispered, made bold by her intense responses. ‘This mark proves you're
mine.’
Karen
sounded like she might be having trouble breathing. ‘You don't need a mark to
prove that.’
He traced
his finger along her trembling inner thigh. Thick, slippery wetness coated his
fingers, a tangible reminder of the day she'd had. He licked it away. ‘You've
been so good today. It will be worth it, little Kitten.’
‘Yes,
Sir.’
‘Good.
You ready?’
‘Always.’
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Author
Bio and Links
Raven ShadowHawk is one face of the author who
writes fantasy and horror under a second pseudonym. She is, according to most .
. . okay, according to herself, the fun one of the pair.
Living in Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk
Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1 and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica
ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic and totally PWP.
Her interests include badly produced porn,
chocolate, dressing up (particularly in matching underwear) and shouting at
women who wear stupid shoes and/or skinny jeans.
Out Now! Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk (@ileandraXraven) #erotica #bdsm #domination #submission
