My head was pushed down, my knees spread wide. My pussy was already gushing. Like last night, I was in spotlight, while the rest of the room was in darkness. Spotlights in both the playroom and the bedroom? Nicely done, Mr. Clayborn, I thought wryly. &nbs...
Though Dylan hadn’t bothered with BDSM equipment very often, he sometimes found it arousing to tie me down for my beatings. Sometimes he would blindfold me so I couldn’t see where the pain was coming from. What had I been thinking? Everything in this room was a giant trigg...
Doug’s dungeon isn’t any of these things. The St. Andrews Cross in a corner does look intimidating. And the ceiling is criss-crossed with visible metal beams, some with chains hanging down. But aside from these things? The room is, like the upstairs, warm. There are window...
It had been eighteen months since Paris. Eighteen months since Alexander had pushed me away. Eighteen months since I got on a flight and decided to figure out who I really was and what I wanted out of life. Largely, apart from a constant low-level heartache, they had been good months, filled with...
Brushing my teeth, I caught a glimpse of my expression in the mirror. There was a soft and tender look in my eyes, and I flinched. No. Fuck no. This wasn’t okay. I couldn’t be sweet and giggly and soft when I thought about Antonio Moretti. I slept with whomever I wanted, and I didn’t stick around...
It wasn’t a bar that strangers walked into. It was obvious from the way the conversation stopped when I’d entered. But I’d long outgrown being self-conscious about those kinds of things. Nowadays, my preoccupations were bigger. I shouldn’t have kneed Lucien in the groin. I...
It makes me feel warm and fuzzy to know that Carter and Dominic are watching out for me. Carter’s questions about Sammy and the night of the big poker loss should irritate me, but I just feel protected and safe. This is bad. I’m a gambler, sure, but even for me the idea of...
I had gone still, for one imperceptible second when she had begged for permission, and I’d struggled to hold back the emotions. The pleasure of being asked, the sweet sense of control, but also the fear of what came next. I stripped out the fear from my voice when I replie...
Henry Ford Piper: I’m determined not to blow my second chance. Yes, you don’t like them, I mutter to myself as I do kitchen prep by myself on Tuesday evening. Josef is, unsurprisingly, late. He doesn’t know the precise terms of Aunt Vera’s will, but he has learned in six m...
Someone was trying to break into my place. Day after day, I swung wildly between terror and recklessness. This morning, I’d been terrified at the break-in attempt. This afternoon, desire had danced through my blood as I looked at Enzo Peron. &...
A ray of sunlight shines in through the high window set in the basement. Crawling out of my cage, I stretch, before ducking into the adjacent half-bathroom and rinsing my mouth out with hot water. I wish I’d been smart enough to at least pack a toothbrush. Still, Nikolai w...
I’d downloaded some travel guides onto my e-reader and at Alexander’s request, I made a list of attractions I wanted to see. Roman ruins, mostly. The Pont Du Gard was not far away from Arles. Nimes had one of the most amazingly intact Roman amphitheatres in the world. Carcassonne had a famed medi...
I was falling asleep, and Liam ordered me up to bed. Any other time, I would have rolled my eyes at his bossiness, but today, I was happy to listen to him. “Shouldn’t I stay up to meet your sisters?” I asked him in a low tone, worried that his family would think me rude an...
I slipped on his shirt from last night, and headed downstairs. He smiled at me in greeting when I entered the kitchen. “Pancakes for breakfast?” he asked me, handing me a cup of coffee. “You spoil me, you know,” I replied. “I don’t think I’ve ever c...