with the help of neighboring store owner—and oh-so-sexy Dominant—Logan. After overcoming her fears and allowing herself to truly submit, Madison is ready for her ultimate sexual adventure: an auction where she’ll be offered up to the highest bidding Master.
But when her fantasy brings her face-to-face with her true feelings for Logan, she’ll have to figure out if she’s ready to trust her heart as well as her body to him forever…
A scorchingly hot new novella from the bestselling Joey W. Hill! For fans of Sylvia Day and Jaci Burton.
"I can't tell you how impressed I am with Hill's books. Okay, hotter than hell, yes, but but Hill manages to do more than that....This is one hell of a writer" --Angela Knight, New York Times bestselling author
"A+" --Smart Bitches Trashy Books
Don’t miss out on the other Naughty Bits novellas: The Lingerie Shop, The Training Session and Bound to Please.
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“Blends the erotic and emotional perfectly...providing readers with a gorgeous romance.”—Joyfully Reviewed
"One of the best authors of erotic romance for a reason--her exceptional ability to bring together complex characters along with gripping romances that revolve around the world of BDSM..." --Risque Reviews
"Everything Joey W. Hill writes just rocks my world." --Jaci Burton, New York Times bestselling author
Joey W. Hill is the author of the Knights of the Boardroom series, including Honor Bound and Controlled Response, the Vampire Queen series, including Taken by the Vampire, and the stand alone novel, Unrestrained. Having received multiple Top Reviewer Picks from RT Book Reviews, Night Owl Romance, ParaNormal Romance Reviews, TwoLips and others, she has also been awarded the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in Erotica.
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In our previous three installments, Madison has gone deeper and deeper into the world of Dominance and submission with Logan, even as she gains more confidence running her sister’s erotica shop. Now, at last, she must decide if she’s brave enough to embrace this world permanently, as Logan’s submissive. Logan has told her he is going to take her on a guided fantasy, bringing it to life, and she has a feeling it will be a turning point for both of them . . .
As the door to Naughty Bits opened, Gloria Estefan’s “Wrapped” started up on the music system, the sultry intro earning a startled look from the woman who’d entered.
“It’s like having your own theme music, announcing your arrival. Pretty cool, right?” Madison gave her newest customer a smile. She did it from a kneeling position, because she was working on her newest display. The antique lingerie chest, a piece she’d picked up cheap at a consignment store and re-finished with Logan’s help, was perfect to display an array of lace panties, bras and corsets, draped over the half-opened drawers and hung on the knobs.
The woman offered her a tentative smile. She was middle-aged, with attractive auburn tinted hair and brown eyes. Her manicured nails and tailored clothing weren’t polished enough to suggest executive management, but likely the strata that kept the wheels running in the office. Perhaps executive assistant. The type of person who would ask for what she needed, when she needed it.
It gave Madison a fleeting thought of herself, working as an investment manager all those years, polished up and always looking the same outside, no matter what might be brewing beneath the surface.
“If you need help with anything, just holler,” Madison said, holding eye contact to tell the woman she meant it, not just a store employee offering a rote response to a customer.
The woman nodded. “Do you have . . . costumes?”
“We do.” Giving a demi-cup bra one more quick adjustment, Madison rose to her feet. “A variety of them. Which one are you planning to use to dazzle your lover?”
“Oh . . .” The customer chuckled. “Ah, maid?”
“A classic.” Madison took her to the rack on the wall and showed her a traditional black-and-white outfit, complete with frilly apron and very low-cut blouse, matched by the high cut of the miniskirt. As the woman fingered the fabric, her expression reminded Madison of the disastrous times she’d sought out lingerie to bandage her own failing relationships. The look in the woman’s eyes wasn’t a true mesh with the desires she was harboring. Confirming it, she spoke.
“I’m not sure. I really don’t know if he’d even like this sort of thing.”
“Do you like the idea?”
“Maybe. I just remember years ago when we saw a movie that had a sexy maid in it, and how he liked that. Maybe I’m being foolish. It seems to take more to get him interested these days since he turned fifty, and I thought maybe something . . .”
What can I do to get him to pay attention again? To look at me the way he did at first? It was as clear as if she’d said it aloud, but the silence said it was too painful to be voiced.
Not more than a couple months ago, tangled up in her own baggage, Madison would have been unable to help, beyond offering the woman the number to a good divorce attorney. Since then, she’d connected with her own desires, thanks to Logan’s direction. As such, Madison could step back and look at the situation from the woman’s perspective, sympathizing with it, but not getting it confused with her own. This woman was dealing with middle age libido issues with her husband. A simple thing that wasn’t so simple when dealing with the heart. “Would you mind telling me your name?”
“Nancy. I’m Madison. And if you don’t mind a couple suggestions, I think you may be focusing on the wrong person here. There’s a good kind of selfishness, the kind that helps everyone involved. We have to be able to turn ourselves on before we can turn on a lover. As obtuse as guys can be, nothing centers their radar like a woman who’s getting hot and bothered. It also sounds to me like rather than taking him on a wild rapids ride, you need to take him to a secluded lagoon.”
At Nancy’s blank look, Madison drew her to the bookshelf. “Does he like to read?”
“He’ll spend a whole day with a book on the weekends and he reads at bedtime every night. He’s even read my romances when he has nothing else.” Nancy gave a little laugh. “Wasn’t self-conscious about it at all. Said he liked a couple of the historical ones.”
“Wonderful. Who gets home from work first?”
Nancy shrugged. “He does, usually.”
“Okay. How would you feel if you came home from work and he met you at the door, naked and ready to go at it like rabbits?”
Nancy put her hand over her mouth, stifling a surprised giggle. Then, seeing Madison wanted her to consider the question, she did, and whatever went through her mind sobered her. “Well, I expect I’d feel a little pressured. I mean, I’d be glad he was interested, but—”
Madison waved a hand, accepting that. “Of course you’d feel pressured. My point is that maybe that’s his problem. When we’re in our twenties or, God help us, our teens, it’s all about our hormones. At fifty, it’s about his boss, about the job stresses, the jerk who cuts him off in traffic on the way home. Whether there will be enough money for the kids’ college, retirement, the vacation you’ve both always wanted to take to Europe. You have to help him change gears when he comes home.”
As Nancy digested that, Madison picked up a book selection. “How about one Friday night, you suggest reading to him? He can put his head in your lap, close his eyes.”
She put the book in Nancy’s hands. “This one is a ménage a trois, with one man and two women, written with both genders in mind. Plenty of things to intrigue him, as well as you. There are sketches in it as well.”
Nancy flipped open the book and blanched. “Wow . . . ” She gave it a closer look while Madison suppressed a smile. “That’s actually very . . . nicely done.”
“Yes. There’s some erotic photography in there too. Again, things that will appeal to him visually and you emotionally, the best of both worlds.” Letting her hold on to the book, Madison took her to a different section of the store and picked up a remote control panty with bullet vibrator in the crotch. She made a mental note to order more, since she’d sold about half a dozen of them this week.
“Encourage him to be interactive. When you’re reading, switch this on, show him what you’re doing. Get yourself worked up, and draw him into the spell. Then turn the remote and the reins over to him, so he feels like a man, like he’s taking the lead. I bet things will take a good turn.”
She took a breath. “If they don’t, then maybe you need to dial it down further—or shoot him in the head and bury him in the backyard—but what’s most important is getting in touch with what you want, Nancy. Pleasure yourself and invite him to take the journey with you. That’s the key to reconnecting to him. If he’s worth anything at all.”
A few minutes later, as she was checking Nancy out with a generous purchase that included a couple of the books and the panty, she saw Clarence’s UPS truck turning into the alley. Today was Friday, and not just any Friday. It was one of those Fridays where he might be bringing her something from Logan. When she heard the motor idle outside her back door, then Clarence turning the back room door latch, delight surged through her.
Nancy flicked a glance at her as she swiped her credit card. “You must have ordered something nice. You look like a pony just arrived at your birthday party.”
She hadn’t ordered anything at all, which was exactly why she had that look on her face. A week ago, Logan had told her it was time to give her the guided fantasy he’d promised her, a tantalizing erotic threat. She expected whatever Clarence was delivering would officially kick that off.
That same night, Logan had taken her for an after dark walk in a park near her neighborhood. He’d done nothing more than hold her hand, flirt, and let her talk about a hundred different things. Then he’d backed her against a tree and given her long, hot kisses that made her feel like a teenager out necking past curfew. She’d had a stubble burn on her throat the next day she’d caressed with her fingers when she discovered it.
He’d refused to take things further that night, but he left her reeling with the possibilities, thanks to his parting words.
“Can you clear your Sunday next weekend?” At her nod, those brown eyes had kindled with heat. “Then do it. I have plans for my sub.”
She still leaned toward keeping their relationship a chain of erotic sessions, nervous about moving too fast into deeper territory. However, the obvious care Logan put into making those sessions special and unique perversely transferred those qualities to their relationship as a whole. The man was far too clever.
Nancy took her leave with a smile and a nervous look, but nervous in the right kind of way. Madison well understood the feeling. While she engaged Clarence in pleasant conversation, she had to quell her impatience to shoo him out of the store before more customers arrived and she’d have to wait to find out what was in the package he left on her counter.
As he was leaving, though, he paused at the curtain to the back storeroom and looked back at her. Like most UPS drivers, he was fit. Not very old, maybe a couple years younger than Madison, but she’d often wondered about his story, because there were lines around his eyes, and a look in them that said he’d had some interesting journeys in his life.
“I bet Alice smiles every time she looks down from Heaven and sees you behind that counter, ma’am,” he said. “You fit here. You really do. Not like you’re her, but like you were the best person to honor this place. To honor what she made of it. I think that’s why she gave it to you.”
It was the most she’d ever heard the quiet man say, and it left her staring after him as he beat a hasty retreat. He lifted a hand before he disappeared out the door, though, and she automatically raised her hand in answer, giving him a warm smile again so he didn’t feel awkward about it. After the door shut behind him, she thought about it, though. And smiled.
“I really didn’t fuck this up after all, did I, Alice?”
Each person walking through her doors was a potential story or desire to realize, just as Logan had said. As Alice had said. Madison wondered why she’d spent five years of her life doing something that didn’t speak to her heart the way this job did. And pursuing relationships so different from the one she was in now.
The answer to that was pretty simple. She’d been looking for love, a relationship, instead of actualizing herself. Moving to a new place, realizing how much she enjoyed doing this, gave her a different sense of who she was, almost as if she was becoming a more evolved Madison. One who was involved in . . . something . . . with an extraordinary man. A Master.
As she picked up the box, she knew she might be about to evolve even further—if she could hold on to her courage with both hands.
The box wasn’t as small as the last one, but too small to hold a full costume. Shaking it, she heard what sounded like several loose items.
“Why do you shake a present before you open it?” She remembered her eight-year-old self asking Alice. “You’re going to open it anyway.”
“Why do you smell chocolate before you bite into it?” her sister had rebounded. “It’s the same thing.”
Lately, Madison had been shaking packages as well as savoring her chocolate. Good changes.
When she opened the box, the first thing she saw was an embossed invitation on heavy, cream-colored paper. When she opened it, the handwriting looked like a woman’s script.
Novitiate, your training is complete. It’s time for you to be claimed by a Master. At six p.m. this coming Sunday, you will wait in a kneeling position inside the door of your quarters, leaving the door unlocked. A servant will retrieve you for the auction. It will be the last time you see your home. Wear and bring nothing but what is contained in this box. Prepare yourself exactly in accordance with the instructions. —Training Mistress
What Logan had coaxed from the deepest, most shameful corners of her mind was her recurring desire to play out a fantasy where she was a female sex slave, trained to serve a Master. The pinnacle of the fantasy was an auction where the highest bidder would take possession of her. A particular bidder—a soldier. Quelling a little quiver in her lower vitals, she looked deeper into the box.
She lifted out a utilitarian collar, no more than a buckled strap with several D-rings placed around its circumference. There were chains attached to it. A diagram showed her how it fit. The chains ran to a set of nipple clamps, and then continued around back to be reconnected to the collar. As she registered the weight of the chain, imagining the pull, her nipples gave a twinge.
At the bottom of the box was a thong like she’d given Nancy, a bullet vibrator inserted into the crotch panel. There was no obvious way to turn it on, suggesting it was remote-controlled, but that piece wasn’t included. Her heart fluttered as she thought of the control in Logan’s hands. The thong’s back strap had a metal ring sewn into it. Glancing at the bottom of the box, she found out why. She also found she was starting to breathe a little more shallowly. The room had become even more silent, the air dense, pressing on her exposed skin.
She pulled out a butt plug. It was about three inches long, but thick as a man’s cock. As Logan’s cock. Opening the folded sheet included with the announcement, the referenced “instructions,” she started to read. The quiver of the paper told her she was shaking.
From here forward, you are not allowed to pleasure yourself in any way. Or be pleasured. A single infraction will incur severe punishment. Twenty-five strikes with a switch.
You will not speak to anyone about your preparations or the auction. For eight hours before you are picked up, you will not eat, or drink anything but water. You will not watch television, read or do anything to occupy your time except think of how you will serve your new Master.
Four hours before the auction, you will do the following:
You will use the cleansing products included and flush out your vagina and anus thoroughly, purging away the leavings of other males you endured as part of your training. You come to your Master clean and pure, never again to be touched by anyone except him and whom he designates.
“Whom he designates.”Logan had said he would give her a guided fantasy, that other men wouldn’t really be touching her. He would just make her believe it “might” be happening. He was doing a good job, because she was already wondering if she’d misunderstood, or if she needed to reinforce the message with him.
Take an hour-long bath, soaking in the oils included in this package.
Wash your hair, braid it and put it in a tight topknot on your head. Use the sculpting clay so not a single strand is loose. Put on the collar.
A half hour before the pick-up time, attach the chain and nipple clamps. Put on the thong, making sure the bullet is positioned against your clit and the plug is pushed all the way inside you. The back ring will hold it in place.
A webcam was included in the box, with a separate note attached to it.
As you prepare yourself, you will keep this webcam turned toward you at all times. The footage will be a live feed to the individuals interested in bidding on you. They will view the property they wish to purchase, and verify your obedience. As you learned at the training center where you have spent the last six months, you have no right to privacy of any kind with your Master.
Wow. Had she bit off more than she could chew?
At ten minutes before six, while kneeling by the door, you will put on the blindfold. Remember Alice.
“Remember Alice”? What did that mean? Unsettled, she folded the paper and sifted through all the items. Maybe she needed to talk to Logan about this. But she knew enough about how he planned things to know the note’s wording was carefully chosen, like “you will not speak to anyone about your preparations.” In the fantasy, she wasn’t the Madison who ran this store and he wasn’t the store owner next door. But she still wanted to see him. Needed to see him. Remember Alice?
Brownstone’s sultry “If You Love Me” started up as three black women came in, lively and in full-blown shopping mode. She closed the box and slid it under the counter, hoping her cheeks weren’t scarlet, as if she’d been caught doing something illicit. In this store, that would probably just be considered one of the perks of the job. Taking a deep breath, she moved out from behind her counter to engage.
Fortunately, the women were too involved in their own banter to pay close attention to her, at least initially, and by the time they did, she had herself under better control.
Sally, Nell and Diana were all in their thirties, divorced and deep in the dating pool, so they plunged right into a delightful evaluation of her different vibrator options and how they compared to their current boyfriends, a purely female discussion that had them all howling with laughter in no time, including Madison.
It was when the ladies were narrowing down their purchase options that she noticed Logan had come out of her back room. He was leaning against the curtained opening, watching them all with an amused twist to his handsome lips, arms crossed over his broad chest.
Nell noticed him then as well, and her brows lifted. In the uninhibited mood that now reigned, Madison wasn’t at all surprised to see her give Logan a thorough, blatant appraisal, pursing her glossed lips.
“Well, you’re a cool drink of water, followed by a hot bubble bath.” She nudged her friends to draw their attention. Holding up one of the more sizeable dildos in a nice chocolate color—it came with a chocolate syrup dipping sauce as well—she waggled it at Logan. “How do you think you’d measure up to this one, honey?”
Madison tucked her tongue in her cheek. A lesser man would cut and run, but Logan offered an easy smile. “Well, ma’am, I’m taken, but otherwise I’d prove to you size doesn’t matter. It’s how good you make her feel.”
That brought a fervent “Amen” from Sally, and a “That’s the damn truth” from Diana. Nell sighed dramatically. “Honey, I wish more men knew that.”
Logan sent a wicked look toward Madison. “As far as the size department, I can hold my own. Just ask her.”
The women hooted, especially when Madison flushed to the roots of her hair. She swore vengeance in her mock glare at him.
“So is he telling tales?” Nell demanded.
“Actually . . .” Madison gave him her own appraising look, just as bald as her customers’. His brows lifted, eyes dancing with amusement. “He’s understating it.”
“Oh, don’t tell us that. Nell has a weak heart. She might just pass right out.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Wish all three books were one as they are less than 80 pages each. All three books would make a great read.
FINALLY Madison takes the plunge. In this series we have seen Madison's journey of finding and being true to her 'inner submissive' and at the same time we have fallen in love with fabulousness of Logan. Logan is a rock when it comes to himself. He is self assured, dominant, confident, sexy, commanding, compassionate, loyal, loving and yet still sweet. The more Madison's truth comes to the surface the more she retreats but Logan is solid and patient. Joey Hill is brilliant at writing Erotica. In Naughty Bits she has captured the essence of BDSM with the struggles of Madison's personal demons at the same time added the element of love, hope and forgiveness into the mix. At times Madison's wishy washy ways bugged me but you counteract that with Logan and it all evens out in the end. By far Logan is the shining star in this series and there was such beauty watching Logan bring Madison's true self to the forefront. Great Novella, Fabulous Series!!!
The final installment of Hill's serialized BDSM romance is intensely sensual, but also deeply layered with emotion and psychological insight. Madison is finally able to move passed the distrust created by previous failed relationships and accept the love that Logan is offering her. Highly recommended to fans of Jory Strong and Emma Holly. -- lyradora
First I want to say I absolutely love this whole series, from the first to the last installment I was enthralled in this story of loss, love and D/s relationship. If you have never read a BDSM series/novel this is the one to start with, the way Ms. Hill writes her stories she takes us with the characters as they learn about each other and what they want in a D/s relationship. It’s about the emotional journey and not just about the sex, though that is written well its just more than that. What the partners get out of the D/s exchange is just beautiful to read. I felt for Madison from the beginning, having sisters of my own and also knowing the pain of losing a loved one too soon. Logan is the ultimate alpha male dominate and the perfect person to show Madison her submissive side and how to embrace it as well as learn to love again. In this final installment of the series Joey W. Hill takes us on a sensual ride through Madison's fantasy that she had shared with Logan. Logan spared no expense in giving Madison every bit of the fantasy she described to him as well as helping her to realize she could trust him. Trust that he wanted a life with her. I don't want to give away too much about that because there are many emotional discoveries for Madison that really tore at my heart; you have to read to understand. The title and the synopsis for this series do not do it justice; they are all so much more than what they seem. Just like Logan who constantly surprised me and Madison throughout each book. His overwhelming presence draws you in. This is a truly well written BDSM story that was a pleasure to read. Once again Joey W. Hill did not disappoint. Highly recommend this series as well as Joey's other BDSM novels, she is truly the Queen of this genre as far as I am concerned.
This is the first installment in this series that I have read, but I didn’t feel lost while I was reading it. Logan is helping Madison live out one of her fantasies that she has wanted to try out and this all stems from her dreams about trained and sold as a sex slave. Logan claims that she is his sub and Madison just has to learn to trust Logan with EVERYTHING and to let go. Logan is a wonderful and caring dominant who serves Madison as much as he dominates her. He's the gentle dominant, but he is also strict and he plans each scene carefully, he enjoys it and he also wants Madison to understand, trust and enjoy it. I definitely will be going back and reading the first installments and then will be re-reading this one again to see if I catch anything else that I may have missed.
Beautiful conclusion to the series... I anxiously awaited this book and it did not disappoint. The culmination of this series is superbly written. Logan and Madison have tip toed and swam in the BDSM world with the novellas leading up to this one. In The Highest Bid, Logan gives Madison her secret fantasy she had previously confided to him. While that in itself is undeniably hot to read, the feelings that they both have for each other makes your heart melt with this one. It was so great to watch the development, interaction and self-revelations of these two as the book progressed. Highly recommend!
In this fourth and final installment of this serial we see that Madison and Logan have explored some more and Logan feels that it is time to give Madison the erotic fantasy she has described to him. To make it work Madison is going to have to drop more of the walls she has built up inside of her mind and freely trust Logan. Joey W. Hill brings you into the mind and heart of her characters so that you feel what they feel and you care about them. I suffered every moment with Madison and was grateful that Alice and the universe had brought her to Logan. Can Madison let go of the past and embrace the future? Find out in this sensual and erotic romance.