Awakening of a Submissive: Dominance, Submission, and the Delicate Arts of Pain and Pleasure
Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread | ISBN: | 9781310164637 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread | Publication: | April 21, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread |
| ISBN: | 9781310164637 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread |
| Publication: | April 21, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
When Annie agrees to accompany her dom to visit an old friend of his in the BDSM scene, she does so to make him happy, but the prospect of engaging in role-play with a strange man terrifies her. Her introduction to Christian Fortier and a glimpse of his treatment of the women that live with him in his Cambridge townhouse only intensify her apprehension, although other, more confusing emotions begin to make themselves known within her as well. If she can only open herself to his experienced and almost invasively perceptive control, this mysterious figure offers to banish her confusion and show her the depths and rewards of submission beyond anything she has encountered before.
Excerpt:
"Come here," he said, his tone very dangerous.
The woman flinched at the tenor of his voice, but edged closer to him. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know you had company, sir. I –"
But her apologies were cut off with a gasp. The man reached out and pushed aside the cup of her bra, baring her breast to the room and seizing her tightly by the nipple all in a single fluid motion. The woman flinched and sagged, biting her lip at the pain.
"Meredith, do you know what Sarah does with this?" the man asked, holding the fork before the woman's grimacing face and maintaining his grip on her nipple.
She whimpered and shook her head.
"Sarah stabs herself with it in the back of the calf. Over and over again she does this, when she thinks it has been too long since I last spanked her." He turned back towards Anderson. "The woman is an extreme masochist. She seems determined to give herself an infection."
The woman in his grip let out a whimper of pain, and the man turned back to her.
"I have told Sarah not to do this," he said to her. "It is not good for her. She knows that it makes me very unhappy."
He twisted his hand and the woman's whimpers increased in volume and pitch and her breath began coming in gasps.
"You say she asked you to bring it out to the kitchen?"
The woman nodded urgently.
"And why did you agree?"
The woman swallowed and answered with difficulty. "She just asked for a favor, sir."
The man laughed. "Meredith, for all your good qualities, you are very easily taken advantage of, did you know that? Sarah is using you. She knows that she will get in trouble if she is seen with it, and so she sends you to run the risk instead."
"Yes, sir," the woman whined. "I'm sorry, sir."
"So this is what is going to happen," he said. "I am going to let you go and pretend that this did not happen, and the next time you see Sarah with this fork or anything like it, you are going to come to me, instead. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," the woman agreed in a strained voice.
The man twisted further and I saw the woman's hands ball into white-knuckled fists as she fought not to cry out.
"Then repeat back to me what I have just asked you."
"You said that the next time I see Sarah with something like the fork I should come and tell you about it, sir."
"And that's what you're going to do?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." The man pulled the woman closer to him and kissed her once on the forehead, gave a final squeeze, and released her.
She stumbled back, trying to keep herself from clutching at her reddened and slightly puffy nipple. Without bothering to cover herself, she fled from the room.
The man watched her go, an unreadable expression on his face. "She has a good heart, that one," he said. "Never intentionally disobedient, but I'm afraid she does not always exercise good judgment."
I looked through the doorway the woman had disappeared through and shivered. The prospect of this man treating me the same way he had just treated Meredith was more than a little frightening, but an undeniable part of me had found that entire exchange very, very hot. I took a long drink of the wine and turned back to see the man watching me.
"We'll start slower with you, Annie," he said. "I wouldn't want you to be too overwhelmed."
When Annie agrees to accompany her dom to visit an old friend of his in the BDSM scene, she does so to make him happy, but the prospect of engaging in role-play with a strange man terrifies her. Her introduction to Christian Fortier and a glimpse of his treatment of the women that live with him in his Cambridge townhouse only intensify her apprehension, although other, more confusing emotions begin to make themselves known within her as well. If she can only open herself to his experienced and almost invasively perceptive control, this mysterious figure offers to banish her confusion and show her the depths and rewards of submission beyond anything she has encountered before.
Excerpt:
"Come here," he said, his tone very dangerous.
The woman flinched at the tenor of his voice, but edged closer to him. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know you had company, sir. I –"
But her apologies were cut off with a gasp. The man reached out and pushed aside the cup of her bra, baring her breast to the room and seizing her tightly by the nipple all in a single fluid motion. The woman flinched and sagged, biting her lip at the pain.
"Meredith, do you know what Sarah does with this?" the man asked, holding the fork before the woman's grimacing face and maintaining his grip on her nipple.
She whimpered and shook her head.
"Sarah stabs herself with it in the back of the calf. Over and over again she does this, when she thinks it has been too long since I last spanked her." He turned back towards Anderson. "The woman is an extreme masochist. She seems determined to give herself an infection."
The woman in his grip let out a whimper of pain, and the man turned back to her.
"I have told Sarah not to do this," he said to her. "It is not good for her. She knows that it makes me very unhappy."
He twisted his hand and the woman's whimpers increased in volume and pitch and her breath began coming in gasps.
"You say she asked you to bring it out to the kitchen?"
The woman nodded urgently.
"And why did you agree?"
The woman swallowed and answered with difficulty. "She just asked for a favor, sir."
The man laughed. "Meredith, for all your good qualities, you are very easily taken advantage of, did you know that? Sarah is using you. She knows that she will get in trouble if she is seen with it, and so she sends you to run the risk instead."
"Yes, sir," the woman whined. "I'm sorry, sir."
"So this is what is going to happen," he said. "I am going to let you go and pretend that this did not happen, and the next time you see Sarah with this fork or anything like it, you are going to come to me, instead. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," the woman agreed in a strained voice.
The man twisted further and I saw the woman's hands ball into white-knuckled fists as she fought not to cry out.
"Then repeat back to me what I have just asked you."
"You said that the next time I see Sarah with something like the fork I should come and tell you about it, sir."
"And that's what you're going to do?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." The man pulled the woman closer to him and kissed her once on the forehead, gave a final squeeze, and released her.
She stumbled back, trying to keep herself from clutching at her reddened and slightly puffy nipple. Without bothering to cover herself, she fled from the room.
The man watched her go, an unreadable expression on his face. "She has a good heart, that one," he said. "Never intentionally disobedient, but I'm afraid she does not always exercise good judgment."
I looked through the doorway the woman had disappeared through and shivered. The prospect of this man treating me the same way he had just treated Meredith was more than a little frightening, but an undeniable part of me had found that entire exchange very, very hot. I took a long drink of the wine and turned back to see the man watching me.
"We'll start slower with you, Annie," he said. "I wouldn't want you to be too overwhelmed."
