Robert’s life changes forever when he allows himself to get drawn into the deviant world of sexually dominant Tessa and her best friend Hannah, a powerful dominatrix. In the dark, erotic games the two women play with Robert they demonstrate how deliciously seductive and cruel they can be. They take him on a journey of sexual awakening and Robert is forced to come to terms with himself as the profoundly submissive person he has always been deep inside.
But what had started as a partnership between Tessa and Hannah becomes a fierce competition when both decide that they want him exclusively as their personal slave. The one who must decide which of them is to be his ‘Mistress Absolute’ is Robert himself. And it is an agonisingly difficult choice for him to have to make.
Praise for Alex Jordaine titles:
‘Multiple O’s rating. A real BDSM lover’s dream.’ Romance Reviews Today
‘Compelling and arousing – a sure-fire winner.’ Forum Magazine
‘Brilliantly written.’ Midnight Boudoir ‘Great Femdom erotica.’ Cara Sutra
About the Author
Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom writer and author of the highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of novels. He has also been a regular contributor over a number of years to two iconic fetish magazines, ‘Secret’ and ‘Marquis’.
In all of Alex Jordaine’s ‘Mistress’ books sexy powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them.
‘I thoroughly enjoy turning the usual stereotypes on their head in my writing,’ Alex says, ‘as well as exploring the psychology of submission, the joys and perils of the BDSM lifestyle, and the redemptive power of love. This last is worth mentioning because, although the books are full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories.’
All the novels in the popular ongoing ‘Mistress’ series are published by Xcite Books and are ‘one-offs’, so they can be read in any order. Short stories by Alex Jordaine have been included in various collections of BDSM, gay, lesbian and general themed erotica, also all published by Xcite.
Read an Excerpt
Robert Burnett was having a holiday from himself – his boring, conventional, unadventurous, uptight, buttoned-up self. That was what booking into the Majestic Hotel in Knightsbridge for the next three weeks was all about. It didn’t matter that he lived in London anyway, with a very nice house in Richmond-upon[E1] -Thames. It got him right away from the day-to-day familiar: that was the point.
As far as he knew he shared no background or history with anyone staying here at this five-star hotel. The Majestic wasn’t as huge as somewhere like the Ritz, say, or the Savoy, but was still more than large enough a hotel in which to disappear. Robert was anonymous here to all intents and purposes. He was off the radar. And his holiday from himself had just begun.
Normally Robert didn’t do anything without thinking it through first, that was his way. Not this time, though. Completely out of character for him and merely on a whim, he’d decided to pay for a little afternoon delight. And so far he wasn’t regretting that impulsive decision in the slightest.
Robert could hardly keep his eyes off Tessa, the young woman the so called high-end “escort agency” had sent to his hotel suite. When the woman on the other end of the phone had asked him the sort of service he was looking for, Robert had told her. He wanted sex, he’d said, but not penetrative sex, simply release. And he wanted the girl to be strict, Robert had added, blurting the words out while he’d still had the courage to voice them. After that the woman had quoted him a price, which he’d hastily accepted.
And Tessa certainly fitted the bill, in her strict appearance and stern demeanour: that disdainful look on her flawless face, those cold dark eyes, that sneer she’d painted on her full, red lips. Even her shiny raven-black hair was right. It was chin-length and cut in a severe geometric style with a straight fringe that fell down to just above her sculptured eyebrows.
Tessa accepted the payment Robert discreetly proffered and put it into the oversized red leather handbag she had over her shoulder. She engaged in a little small talk with him, to break the ice, he assumed. Where was he from, she asked. How long was he planning to stay at the Majestic? And such like chitchat, although her own manner remained as frosty as when he’d first opened the door to her. It was all an act, this froidure she was affecting, he assumed. But it was a very good one, almost worthy of an Oscar.
He offered her a drink – alcoholic, non-alcoholic, whatever she wanted – but she declined. ‘I’m good to go,’ she said briskly, planting the oversized red bag down by her feet.
‘You seem ideal,’ Robert announced. This was perhaps the wrong thing to have said at that point. Why? Because he’d suddenly ceased to feel the least bit horny due to an alarming onrush of nerves. He could hardly tell her that though. ‘Yes, ideal,’ he burbled, feeling another wave of panic wash over him.
‘Ideal for what?’
Robert took a deep breath. ‘For what I need,’ he replied in a falsely cheerful voice, trying to keep his composure.
She fixed him with an impatient look. ‘That’s not an answer, is it?’ she declared icily. ‘What exactly do you want from me?’
Nothing right now, Robert felt like saying. What he actually said, trying to keep his voice as normal as possible when he said it, was, ‘I don’t want penetrative sex.’
Tessa’s eyes were scornful. ‘I knew that already. I’m well aware of what you don’t want. How about telling me what you do want.’