Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
Twenty-nine-year-old lawyer Marcus Bradberry has fantasized for years about finding a firm-handed man who would not hesitate to provide both guidance and discipline while also bringing him the kind of fulfillment he’s only dreamed about. When he meets Dimitri Anderson, the owner of a local kink club, Marcus takes a chance and shares the wildest fantasy he’s ever had with him.
Though he confesses to Dimitri that nothing excites him more than the idea of a being overpowered, kidnapped, and mastered completely by a strong, handsome man, Marcus is nonetheless shocked when Dimitri takes it upon himself to bring this fantasy to life. When Dimitri surprises him after work on a Friday, Marcus soon finds himself blindfolded, handcuffed, and driven away to an unknown place.
It quickly becomes clear that Dimitri knows exactly what his captive sub needs and is more than ready to give it to him, but as the weekend progresses, Marcus realizes that trusting his new master is at times much harder than he expected. Will he surrender to his most secret desires or will his fears drive him away from his master’s loving arms?
Author: Meredith O’Reilly
eBook Price: $2.99
Length: 26,800 words
Excerpt
My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His tongue plundered my mouth, making it clear exactly who was in charge in this relationship.
Finally, he pulled back as we both tried to catch our breaths.
“You, my dear subbie, give blowjobs like a god.”
I blushed. “Thank you.” No one had ever given me such a wonderful compliment before.
“Come on, we have one last implement for you to try. I think you’ll enjoy this one. Paddles can be quite pleasant when wielded correctly. Bend over the table. Now!”
I swallowed, a little anxious over his eagerness, but obeyed. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to warm you up with my hand before I use the paddle.”
“Thank you, sir.” The thought of being hit with the paddle without a warm-up sent shivers through me, and they weren’t the pleasurable kind of shivers.
“Okay,” he said, and then his hand smacked my ass three times. One smack for each cheek and then one in the middle. The smacks stung for a second, but then the pain went away.
He did it again and again, until I was sure that my entire backside was a nice shade of pink. The pain wasn’t that unbearable. In fact, by the end of the spanking, my ass was thrusting into the air to meet every one of the smacks.
“Excellent, sub,” he said, running his hand over my bottom, spreading the heat from the spanking.
After a moment, his hand left my bottom and he said, “I’m going to start with the paddle now.”
“Yes, sir.”
