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Trust Me: A collection of five erotic stories
     

Trust Me: A collection of five erotic stories

by Jade Melisande
 

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes submission and domination themes.

Trust Me by Jade Melisande 

Elizabeth has always loved the games that Eric plays, whether they involve pain or pleasure, but she’s never allowed him to bind her – until today. As the rope tightens around her wrists, Elizabeth will have to

Overview

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes submission and domination themes.

Trust Me by Jade Melisande 

Elizabeth has always loved the games that Eric plays, whether they involve pain or pleasure, but she’s never allowed him to bind her – until today. As the rope tightens around her wrists, Elizabeth will have to decide if this is a game she wants to play. Can she really trust him?

I Am by Tamsin Flowers

Dominatrix Belladonna has a new supplicant brought to her for punishment. He has misbehaved and is in need of her special brand of discipline. Slowly she introduces him to the tools of her trade: the blindfold, the handcuffs, the riding crop and the paddle. First he begs for mercy, then he begs for more as Belladonna goes about her business. But will the man in the blindfold be able to satisfy her? Can Belladonna chastise him enough to bring him into line? Belladonna is an expert at what she does, so do not doubt for a minute who is in charge ...

Slam Me Down by Thomas Fuchs

It’s so annoying when a stud you’ve crushed on the wrestling mat has trouble delivering the prize that’s rightfully yours. After all, Donny won the match fair and square. What more does he have to do to get the man he wants? It seems this sub is going to have to take control ...

The Constantly Horny Gardener by Kyoko Church

Thirty-six-year old, stay-at-home mum, Shirley, has the old-fashioned lifestyle to go with her old-fashioned name. With a wonderful husband, two kids and a new little hobby to pursue, Shirley lives an idyllic life. Right? That’s the question Shirley starts asking herself. And when a helpful online mentor begins mentoring a little less on gardening and a little more on self-restraint, Shirley reveals herself to be a very naughty girl indeed. One who needs to be taught some discipline.

Mean Girl by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Leah might be new to the profession, but she’s a natural born dominatrix – and nothing gets her hotter than totally dominating her clients. In the hotel room specially hired for the occasion, Leah transforms into Mistress Heather. From torturous sex toys to transgender transformations and exquisite mind games, Mistress Heather will always provide exactly what you need, so long as you do exactly as she says.  

These stories have also been published in Power Play 9781907761720 / 9781907761737

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781908262141
Publisher:
Xcite Books
Publication date:
09/01/2011
Series:
Power Play
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
68
Sales rank:
1,119,480
File size:
147 KB

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‘Trust me,’ he said, and brushed a strand of her blonde hair off her forehead. He was staring down into her eyes with an earnestness she was unaccustomed to in her usually light-hearted lover.

Elizabeth smiled uncertainly. ‘Of course I trust you,’ she replied.

He slid his hands down her arms and grasped her hands in his, then slowly brought them around behind her and held them there. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I mean, “Trust me now.” To do this.’

She took a sharp breath, unnaturally loud in the sudden stillness of the room. ‘Eric–’ His hands were firm, but gentle. He stroked his thumbs along the inside of her wrists, where they met each other in his hands. She shivered.

‘I know you’re afraid,’ he said softly. ‘But trust me, Elizabeth. I won’t hurt you.’

She held herself very still, wanting desperately to pull back against his hands, knowing it was illogical to feel the fear that coursed through her at just that minimal level of confinement – but there it was.

‘I–’

He lifted one hand to her cheek, brushed a finger across her lower lip. His eyes, grey green in the morning light, never left hers. ‘Trust me,’ he said again.

Of all the things she’d let him do to her in the almost-year they’d been together, she’d never let him pin her, never let him restrain her, could barely tolerate him even holding her wrists above her head. It was irrational, she knew, but she had been unable to shake her terror of it, of being bound in any way. And so he had spanked her, fucked her, slapped her, dripped wax on her, made her scream with orgasms and occasionally with pain, all without once binding her with rope, leather, his hands or restraints of any kind.

A sacrifice to be sure, for this man who loved all things rope, who used leather with abandon, and who loved the feel of a woman helpless beneath his hand.

Still holding her wrists, still holding her gaze, he moved her slowly back until she felt the couch behind her knees. Moving carefully, like one would around a frightened animal that just might bite in its fear, he reached down and picked something up off the sofa. She shuddered as she felt the slide of silk rope on her skin.

‘I’m not going to make it tight,’ he said. He looked down and began to loop the rope around her wrists. ‘This rope won’t even hold a good knot. But this isn’t about what’s here–’ he tapped her wrists where he’d looped the rope, ‘it’s about what’s here.’ He tapped her temple lightly. ‘And here.’ Another tap, just over her heart. ‘I’m going to take care of you this morning. All morning. And you’ll have to trust me to do that.’ He stopped what he was doing and looked back into her eyes. ‘OK? Can you do that?’

She licked her lips. Felt the sensuous, intoxicating slip of the rope against her skin, felt her own incipient helplessness. She’d never let anyone take care of her, not since she’d left home at 16 to escape her bully of a stepfather; not since she’d seen what a killing-noose dependency was, after her father had passed away and her mother had found herself barely able to function without her husband’s direction. She’d quickly remarried another domineering man, the stepfather Elizabeth had run away to escape, and had fallen into the same helpless role with him.

Meet the Author

Kyoko Church discovered the power of the written erotic word when she was 16 years old and penned a very explicit missive to her boyfriend detailing all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. When he received it, boyfriend was impressed. When he found it, father was not. For the next 18 years she hid her naughty thoughts in shame until she found a community where they were once again appreciated for the well-imagined smut they are. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by Black Lace, Xcite Books, Mischief Books and soon with Sweetmeats Press. Book One, Nymphomania, and Book Two, Sapphic Secrets, in her Draper Estate Trilogy were published by Xcite in 2012. For Her Pleasure, a femdom novella,was published by HarperCollins Mischief Books in February 2013.


A Canuck by birth, she has recently made Australia her home. She is currently learning to drive on the left and say G’day convincingly.


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