Slippers & Chains
Sugar Dust
by
Raven ShadowHawk
#erotica #bdsm #domination #submission
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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. . . and so on!
Excerpt:
‘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 . . .
‘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.’
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.
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