Shara Azod Publishing
Erotica, Contemporary, M/F, BDSM, Toys, D/s, Spanking
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Can change lead to the sexiest session of her life?
Nadia’s monthly trips to Master G relax her. She needs the BDSM sessions to escape the stresses of her business career. But playing with Master G means accepting all his requirements, including taking a new Dom. Enter Master S. He’s her wettest dream come to life. Maybe change is the one thing she truly needed and oh, it is so sexy.
She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, balancing on her toes in those
boots. Master G loved her in the ballet-style pointed boots. She didn’t care.
They looked hot on her feet and the feel of the leather surrounding her legs
past her knees added to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened for the
next person to enter the room. Her new master.
The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught
sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in
tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on
the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated
his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked
towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they
could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for
sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take
the control from her hands.
He fit her bill. Like to a T.
Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who
the hell he was.
“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to
look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He
removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on
his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely.
Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right
amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from
“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb
across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and
I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he
isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way
you crave. Tell me your safe word.”
“Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric
sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All
“Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need
in her voice.
He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head.
“The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”
He strode away from her long enough to open the drawer on the
bondage table. “So many choices and only a short period of time.” He withdrew
a length of rope, something in plastic she couldn’t see, a leash and another
collar. Something else crinkled, but she couldn’t make out what he’d picked up.
“You need a proper collar.” He crossed the short distance back to where
she stood and left the other items on the metal table at her side. Master S
unlocked the collar and held it around her throat. “As long as you wear this,
you’re mine. Do you accept this collar?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Even Master G never used a collar on her, and
she’d been his primary play toy. The collar, leather and thick studs, rested
heavy around her throat. When she swallowed, the weight of the collar
reminded her she belonged to someone.
“Turn around,” he said and snicked the lock in place. When she did as
told, he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists long enough to pull her arms
behind her back. “That’s better. On your knees. I want to see what you can do.”