It's finally here!!!

It's been 8 months since Sophie's Secret released at LI. That's a long time to wait for your next story to be released, but finally after a long and much anticipated wait, my latest work and probably my edgiest to date is now available at Loose-ID.

When the club Misty's working at closes, she's left with few employment options. That is, until her ex-boss offers her an alternative she would have never considered on her own. A friend of his is looking to hire a submissive to satisfy his sexual needs. It's not exactly conventional, but what the hell? Misty accepts the year-long contract. What's the worst that can happen? A lot of sex and money to start over?

Owner of a multi-national conglomerate, Garron Worthington works hard for his money and likes to play just as hard in his spare time. His fetish for bondage and dominance dictates his need for hiring women to satisfy him, since he doesn't have time to court them. Infatuated with Misty, Garron accepts her contract and begins her training. He doesn’t intend to fall in love with her, but sometimes that's the price of a submissive.


Please enjoy an excerpt from what I like to call my erotic BDSM romantic suspense.

“Your initiation begins now. In order to be a good submissive, you will need stamina and patience. Let's see how much of both you have, my dear.” He led her beneath the bar. “Arms above your head, pet.”
Pet? That was the name the master at the club Travis had taken her to had used on his sub. So the collar really was what it appeared, a representation of his possession of her. Her stomach twisted, and she swallowed audibly as she slowly walked to where he stood. For some people, pets were treated as more than simply a possession. They were companions, and some people even cared for them like they would a child. Maybe, if she were truly lucky, he would come to see her as more than just property.
He'd restrained her on their first encounter. She'd found it terrifying. This time, while she was still nervous, the stark terror she'd felt before wasn't present. Maybe that was a good sign, one that she would hang on to if things got rough. She hesitated for only a second, then lifted her arms above her head.
He unclipped the leash and set it on a nearby table before turning back to face her. As he secured her wrists in the leather restraints, he spoke, “You have your safe word, and if you simply can't take any more, you may use it. However, if you do, I will nullify your contract, and you will leave immediately. Remember, pet, this is a test to see if you have it in you to become a good submissive. Not everyone can and not everyone will enjoy the lifestyle. Better to find out now than trap yourself in a binding agreement for the next year. Therefore, I must test your limits, and they must meet my criteria. Once you have completed your initiation to my satisfaction, from that point forward you will be free to use your safe word without fear of reprisal. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Let's begin. I went easy on you the other day. Today I won't be as kind. This is your one and only chance to prove you want this position, pet. It is important for you to understand all aspects of what will be asked of you. Therefore, we will start with punishments.”
Her skin prickled with fear-induced adrenaline. One of the things she'd read about the Dominant/submissive relationship was the balance of penalty versus reward. If a sub misbehaved or upset the master, some sort of punishment would result. Could she handle the pain that would come with physical retribution? Would the humiliation that came hand in hand with castigation be more than she could handle?
With thoughts running wild inside her head, she stared wide-eyed up at him and tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “If you disobey my orders or fail to please me or my friends, you will be punished.” He lifted his hand, and Misty braced for the blow, surprised and confused when instead, he brushed a finger along her cheek. “However, pet, you strike me as a woman who could come to understand the concept of pleasure from pain. If you can find that balance, even in your punishments you can find pleasure. Have you ever participated in any type of bondage play, Misty?”
“No, Sir.”
He walked to the wall, paused, apparently considering his choice of instruments. Within seconds, he reached for a long steel spreader bar, then returned to her side. He placed the steel bar between her legs, cuffing an ankle in the restraint at each end. “Lovely,” he murmured as he stood and walked to the dresser positioned mere feet from the bed. “There are several erogenous zones on the body, pet. Some of the most sensitive are the breasts, more specifically the nipples. When highly sensitized, they can cause both great pain and great pleasure.”
He pulled something from the drawer she couldn't see, then turned back to her. “If you can get past the pain, you will feel the pleasure.”
He opened his hand and lifted the first nipple clamp up for her inspection. “Nothing I do to you will leave permanent marks or residual pain. Do you trust me so show you the path to pleasure, pet?”
The idea of purposely inflicting pain made her squirm, yet that pesky curiosity that caused her to sign the contract a week ago now had her agreeing before she had time to change her mind. “Yes, Master.”
He leaned forward, taking her first breast in his mouth. Warm, wet heat filled her senses and raced toward her pussy with a speed she couldn't imagine. His mouth was like a lightning rod, electrifying her senses. It had to be the fear of the moment, the anticipation of the unknown that brought on a desire she hadn't known she harbored. Slowly, he tongued her nub, then gently raked his teeth across it, causing it to pebble. Sufficiently satisfied with the result, he raised his hand and showed her the open clamp. “Last chance, pet. Do you want to back out?”
Yes! “No, Sir.”


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