The Louisiana bayou is a rude shock for Kendra, a newly minted campaign strategist for a local politician. She never expected the heat, the spicy food, nor the dramatic turn her life is about to take.
Tomas has been watching the curvy young woman from afar, and his invitation to bring her to his bungalow is too good to pass up. The handsome Creole is one more indication of how greatly the bayou differs from her Midwestern home. The men here are hotter, stronger, and a hundred times more demanding...
Tomas intends to draw her into his primal grip, where undaunted Nature holds the reigns. At first, his commandments seem insane, but soon she finds herself in total submission, craving his potent touch.
Adults only, 18+. This story contains steaming hot scenes of domination, submissive training, and breeding sex. An erotic BDSM novelette of over 8,000 words.
“What are you going to do?” She asked.
“What do you think?” Tomas was unbuttoning his shirt very slowly. Long seconds passed as each button over his thin shirt drew away from its cloth, teasing her with uncertain agony.
“Please don't do this. We shouldn't be doing it this way, not like this...”
“So you admit that you want it? Good. That's one step in the right direction.” He reached the end of his trail and tossed his shirt over the back of a wooden chair in the corner. “Not that I didn't see you drooling over this body all evening.”
She looked away for a second, fighting the urge to stare. His broad chest had a magnetism emanating from his heart, pulling her back, until his power blinded her like the sun.
Damn it. This could've been so different. If he had given me more wine, a little more time, and a silly romantic comedy, I would've fallen right into his arms.
Her breasts were rising and falling. Rosy nipples stretched up toward the low ceiling, betraying her yet again to the man who inhabited a strange space between captor and idol.
“We're going to start really slow. First, let me show you the rewards of doing as I say. I'm a kind master who operates on merit. Just like I hope you've seen at the office...the bedroom is no different.” Tomas strode forward, brushing his wide stretched hand over the bulge in his crotch.
Kendra gulped and arced her head up at the ceiling, struggling in her restraints as he came to the table's edge. His hands slid beneath her shoulders and he lifted her upward, guiding her helpless body to his waiting mouth.
“Uhhhhnn!” Her exclamation reverberated off the walls. Tomas sank down on her nipple, lapping with pressure that mimicked the ropes. His teeth came next, spiking their way into her flesh, hard enough to leave an impression that crackled well beyond her sensitive breast.
He grabbed the ends of her wrists, adding his firmness to the ropes holding her in place. Tomas' face leaned to her other breast, kneading the soft skin with his face and pulling her tip. His teeth grazed her like tiny spikes, each one a concealed weapon he chose to wield for pleasure rather than deadly force.
Arthur Mitchell is an erotica writer specializing in extremes. He writes to explore the dark side of human sexuality and power play. His dozens of stories span a vast universe of kink, where relationships take a quirky turn, and the fires of lust are always blazing.