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“Wordlessly, he continues spanking, finding a rhythm. I gasp, breathing in muffled sobs as prickling sensation turns to searing pain. “I won’t, sir,” I whimper, defeated. I give a ragged cry as he smacks me one last time. “You’re sure?” he asks, steadying his hand on my stinging skin. “Because I can do this all night.” “Yes, sir,” I whisper, voice shaking. At that, his touch softens. He presses his hand against my warm skin, rubbing slow, grounding circles along the curve of my hip. He leans over me, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Good girl, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice low and pleased. He turns me gently, pulling me into his lap. The weight of his arm over me steadies my breath again. I rest my head on his chest, melting into the closeness I’ve been craving.”

“Great. How’s Mr. Capital Gains?” “Good,” I say. “Really good.” “How’s the sex?” I smile. “Well.. pretty amazing. He’s kind of, uh…” I pause. “What?” she says. “He likes it… a little rough, I guess.” “Rough how?” Lidia says, unphased. “Well,” I say slowly, “he spanked me last night.” “My god,” she exhales. “I love it. Was it a rush? I’ve heard it’s a rush.” I laugh. Lidia’s probably the only person in the world I could tell that to. “Yeah, I think so,” I say. “It was kind of hot.” Lidia laughs. “It’s only hot because he’s a millionaire.”

“I glance up at him. The dim evening light makes his jaw look even more chiseled. “You behaved impeccably tonight,” he says. I smile, surprised. “Thank you.” His hand catches mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles before he returns it to the wheel. The townhouse is quiet when we step inside, the soft click of the door behind us marking the end of the evening’s formality. I slip out of my heels and set them gently by the door. David hangs up his suit jacket, his eyes on me. He extends a hand, then leads me into the living room, flicking on one lamp as we walk in.”

“The loud rasp of leather yanked through Carson’s belt loops sent her attention to his torso. “What are you doing?” London’s panicked gaze shot to his face. “I don’t have a collar on me.” “I am wholly disinterested in being collared.” “One weekend, London.” He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. “If you’re disappointed at any time, you can walk. I’ll never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one—and I mean no one—but us will know.” “Would you put that in writing?” Her eyes filled with mischief. Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing. “I’ll do one better.” He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips. “I’m not a notch on a belt.” “You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You’re the whole belt, sugar.” Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she’d be safe, here and at work. London needn’t have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked. “Say yes or no.” He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. “But say yes.” “What will happen if I say yes?” “What you want. What you’ve probably always wanted.” Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. “Yes.”

“She didn't think in terms of "dom" being capitalized and "sub" being lowercase. To Erin, D/s wasn't about one person being worthy of a capital letter and the other not. It wasn't about unequal worth; it was about two equals sharing power, sharing sex and emotion. She didn't submit to him because she wanted to be debased or harmed, because she needed to be lesser than anyone. She was aware some people got off on that, and hey, whatever floats your boat. But when he dominated her, she felt cherished and adored, cosseted in those cherished moments between them-in a way she never achieved with anyone else.”

Book:Laid Bare

“Then there were her rules, rules that stated quite clearly that he was a ‘no-go’ area. She drew a deep breath and tried to make a decision in keeping with her rules. But the words would not come. She could not decide to give him up. Her inner self would not even contemplate it. Somehow, he had touched her soul in a way that she could not explain adequately. She felt a link there that was too real to consider severing. Kate felt the anguish of this conflict between her morality and her acceptance of the bond that did exist between them, despite her incredulity and despite her objections.”

“Miles just smiled and felt her love flow around his own. Yet inside his love was a rock, and it had the words “payback is sweet” written in large letters on it. He laughed and she looked up at him and saw the hard glint in his eyes. “Uh oh!” was all she said. He laughed again deep in his chest. She kissed him happily. She sucked at his throat. She, as much as he, would enjoy the struggle that would follow. Part of the joy of their love was this constant battle to top the other. Kate was excellent at beginning these battles and sometimes even won them. Yet her weakness was that she submitted naturally. She knew it and he knew it. From her point of view the skill of the game was in keeping his Dom side distracted enough so she could submit to him before he took her. Miles smiled as he realised that whoever won was largely irrelevant to their love. Yet he liked to win; and so did she. (Journey Into Submission, eXtasy)”

“When he broke that long kiss, he smiled at her before kissing her hard. “So, my love, I hope that your punishment will stop you from trying another payback for a while at least?” Laura laughed and sighed, dramatically. “Of course, it will. I never want to be punished like that again. Well, not until tonight anyway. You will be back tonight, won't you? I'm often very bad at night so you may have to do this all over again to me until I learn how to be good. Hmm, and during the day, I'm not always very good either so you'd better watch out for that too.” “You don't make punishing you an easy task, do you? It almost seems like you enjoy being punished.” “No, it's not that, baby. Though, your punishment was very well given. It's just that I have a very aggressive, bad gene and it makes me backslide, umm, and often frontslide too. I have learnt with you that I'm always wanting to backslide and frontslide but, as it's obviously a genetic defect, I can't really be blamed for that, now can I” (Tales from Terrigal, Book 2, WIP)”

“Take this fucking thing off me!" he demanded. "Good morning to you too, Nick," Damian said mildly. He unlocked the door without haste and went to his office, Nick dogging his every footstep. "Did you --?" "I didn't touch it or myself. Take it off right now!" Nick said angrily. Damian sat down and motioned Nick closer. "We're going to have to have a talk about topping from the bottom. I don't allow that, pet.”

“Shut up. Take down your pants. I'm going to mark you as mine." Nick squeaked and held onto his belt, fighting Damian for possession of it. "Here? Everyone will hear. They'll know!" "I want them to know," Damian said, winning the wrestling match for the belt as was inevitable that he would. "London!" Nick gasped. "London!" Damian stopped, his eyes clearing as he noticed how terrified Nick looked. After a long minute, he pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you'd like it.”

“His eyes had gone wide and he had kissed me in a way that had sent heat all the way down to my toes. “You’re such a good boy, Sexy, aren’t you?” he asked. I shivered hard, looking at his handsome face. He looked turned on and pleased, mouth open in a smile even as he was panting slightly. My lips turned up into a smile of their own with no prompting from my brain and I nodded slowly. For Rio, I wanted to be.”