From the Office of Kink & Karma: Serve Me - Contemporary Paranormal BBW BDSM
Eric D’Amore has his work cut out for him with this next couple. He’s never had to fight so hard for a pairing in his life. Somebody better hide the whips…
Margaret Thompson is a prim and proper librarian by day and Dominatrix by night. The only problem is she can’t seem to find “the one” in her regular dungeons. Thinking a vanilla life is the way to go, she drops some cash and orders a man from Triple E, Extreme Extraordinary Escorts, for one last pain-filled weekend. But what the hell is she supposed to do when she meets her rent-a-man and her need to dominate wanes and wars with a need to submit?
Nathan Wells hates that he’s now in service to the Office of Kink and Karma, what does he know about BDSM? Nothing. His work for the Office will have to be put on hold while he helps out a friend. Emily’s best friend, Margie, has placed a call to Triple E and Emily wants Nate to step in and take the escorts place. Being the good friend he is, he jumps at the chance to spend a weekend with the hot Margie. Especially when he realizes Margie is the Margaret the Office ordered him to serve. Man he lives a hard life! Of course, it only gets harder when his inner beast realizes Margie is his mate…
Excerpt
“I’m jealous,” Margie mumbled.
“What? Didn’t hear you.”
Of course she hadn’t. Margie had mumbled her admission. She’d never been jealous before, but she’d always had Emily by her side, too. Now, with Emily married and starting her own life, Margie wondered if she should do the same. Being alone just plain sucked. “I said, I’m jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
And the prize for the number one blonde who isn’t even a blonde goes to… “Hello? You’ve got Josh and you’re happy, and I’ve got what? Nothing. I don’t even have a submissive anymore because he went and found a Stepford wife.”
Emily’s arms wrapped around her shoulders, and Margie stopped fidgeting with her office supplies. She hadn’t ever been someone big on showing affection, but after years of being friends with Emily, she was slowly learning. “You do have something. You’ve got Josh and me.”
“So, you’re going to finally share him with me?” She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend. Emily pulled away and slapped Margie’s shoulder. “Ow! Why’d you hit me? I’m just saying. There are so many wicked things I could do to that boy.”
“Man. And maybe you haven’t found Mister Wonderful because of all the ‘stuff’ you’re into.” Of course Emily put air quotes around “stuff,” which only served to pull Margie from her pity party and into being irritated at her friend. They’d had this very same discussion more times than she could count, and still Emily didn’t see her kinky side as anything other than “stuff” or a “passing phase.” Fifteen years of being involved in the scene is far from passing.
“What ‘stuff’ is that, Emmy? Are the whips ‘stuff’? The restraints? Or the strap-ons?”
Emily’s fingers flew to her ears. “La, la, la, la, I can’t hear you.”
Yep, same reaction as always. Emily knew about Margie’s preferences, but she didn’t want to know about them. Margie’s bedroom activities, where Emily was concerned, were hers. They didn’t need to be discussed. Ever. “Okay, okay, okay. I get it.” She tugged on Emily’s arm. “I give in, no talk about you-know-what. Happy?”
“Thrilled. But you’re only giving in because I already have the mental images of you in a strap-on burned into my brain. Bitch.”
Laughing, Margie zipped past Emily and strode toward the library door, Emmy hot on her heels. “Yep, I am.”
Stepping around a corner, out of sight from the kids lining up outside waiting for story time with Miss Emily, Margie vented her frustrations to Emily. “Seriously, Emmy, I want what you two have. I think… I think it’s time I settled down, hung up my whips, found a good guy and started a family. God knows I haven’t found anyone worth having at my BDSM clubs. Maybe Jacob has the right idea.”
“Okay, TMI, really.” Emily held up a hand, stopping the apology forming on Margie’s lips. “If that’s what you want, Margie, I’m happy for you. But regardless of what I think of your lifestyle, you should do whatever makes you happy. You deserve to be happy, M.”
Emily enveloped her in a quick, tight hug before pulling back, tears in her eyes. Emily was not a crier. Tears with Emily meant one of two things, somebody had died or… “Fuck, you’re pregnant.”
“Shh.” Emily waved at her. “Josh doesn’t know yet. I’m not really sure…”
“I am and you are, missy. Go sit at the desk…”
“Ha! Like the rug rats would allow that. Why don’t you grab a seat at the desk and I’ll let the kiddies in. It’s good for me to keep active and it’ll give you a minute to think about which of Josh’s friends you want to date first. They’re the greatest guys…”
The rest of Emily’s words were lost as Margie scooted away from her friend. Date? Josh’s friends? Ha! Not likely. Sure, they were attractive, but they just weren’t her type. Then again, Margie’s type didn’t seem to be the “settling down” kind.
Slumping into the chair behind the desk, Margie propped her chin in her palms, the conversation with Emily spinning through her mind. Watching the children pour into the library and seeing the glow seeming to emanate from Emily made Margie’s decision for her. Operation: Find a Man for Margie was now in play. But first, she needed to sate her craving for kink. Finding someone for a debauched weekend of BDSM play wouldn’t be easy, but if it came down to it, she could always call Triple E. Extreme Extraordinary Escorts would have what she was looking for.
Excerpt #2
The single-tailed whip whistled as it cut through the air, braided tip flying toward its target — the slim pale back before her. The leather connected with her sub’s skin with a crack and Margie was rewarded with a low, deep moan from the man lying across the bench. She hadn’t bothered with tying down her boy; the power they exchanged in their relationship gave her the ability to restrain him with a few simple words. Ropes weren’t needed. For the moment.
“Hold still,” she commanded as he wiggled his ass in an effort to get her to land a strike there. She raised her arm, ready to deal another blow, and give her submissive all he could take and more.
Margie lined the strikes up along his shoulders before aiming farther south. She rained pain upon the man, her boy. His porcelain skin showed the evidence of her assault in blossoming, raised red welts. A deep breath or a guttural groan from her boy followed every blow. Just what she needed.
A crowd gathered around her in the dungeon. Onlookers were watching as she “punished” him. It wasn’t punishment, it was pure pleasure for both of them, but the watchers could call it what they would — she didn’t care. With each strike her pussy grew slicker, her juices soaking into her silk panties. Thank God she’d chosen to wear some.
Sensing her boy had neared the edge of his threshold for pain, she slowed her assault, tempering her blows with soft touches and gentle rubs. Tossing the whip aside, she rubbed each and every welt with increasing pressure, luxuriating in the moans that traveled from his body to hers. Laying her chest on his back, she could feel the heat radiating from his skin through the lace constraining her breasts.
Margie stared into his face, smiling and satisfied as her sub’s eyes drifted closed. She’d had fun being wicked and he was well on his way to subspace. Showering his back with sweet kisses, she whispered words of encouragement to him. “So good, such a good boy. I’m pleased with you tonight.”
He smiled into the padded vinyl bondage bench. Pulling him upright, she rearranged his body to her choosing. Spanking benches in this particular dungeon could be used for so much more than spanking. And she wanted more.
Pushing his well-tanned ass down onto the seat, Margie heard him suck in a breath as the cool vinyl connected with his heated flesh. Good. She didn’t waste time in restraining him by connecting his arms and legs to the wood supports with the built-in cuffs. She wanted to have her way with his body now. The pain had been more for him and now the sexual pleasure would be hers.
His cock, slim and erect, jutted forth from his body, leaking pre-come all over the head. She gripped his dick at the base, squeezing and pulling until his hips arched up and his drowsy eyes met hers. “You’ll come when I tell you and not before.” He moaned, head lolling back. She tugged harder and his head rolled forward. “Hear me?” she growled.
“Yes, M, yes,” he whispered.
Satisfied with his agreement, she pulled at the ties of her panties. With two quick tugs, they floated from her body, exposing her pussy to the warm, dungeon air. She had her boy’s attention now. Nothing but her wishes stood between them and the bliss of fucking.
Straddling his hips, Margie lowered her pussy to his bobbing cock, trapping it between their bodies. She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit over his shaft. Once, twice. She couldn’t hold back long though. She’d gotten so wet from whipping him and now she wanted to come.
Holding his cock steady, she positioned the tip at her entrance. In one lightning fast movement she forced his erection into her cunt. Resting more of her weight on his thighs, making sure her pussy was snug against his pelvis, she began rocking. He might not come this way, but she would. Back and forth she rocked on his cock as his pelvic bone nudged her clit.
Her cunt clenched around his cock, and in that moment, she almost felt full. Shifting and increasing her speed, she felt her orgasm near. Gripping her boy’s shoulders, she held him steady as she chased her climax. He looked at her, pleading silently. “No. You can’t come yet.” Hell no, not yet. Her boy closed his eyes, scrunching his face as he fought his orgasm off. “Good boy.”
Blocking out the people around her, she focused on their bodies, and the sensations his cock deep within her pussy caused. Margie’s orgasm approached with every movement. Not only did beating her sub turn her on, but she loved being watched as well. People eased closer, she could feel them.
The closer the murmurs of approval sounded, the closer her climax came. Panting, she ground her hips against him in tiny circles. Her sub tensed below her and she knew he’d come soon whether she wanted him to or not. Tightening the muscles of her pussy, she reached for her release and it answered. She came in a series of cries and a quick order. “Coming. Come, come now.” He was so close, she didn’t know if he came because she gave him permission or because it was inevitable. At the moment, as her orgasm coursed through her veins to the rapid beat of her heart, she didn’t care.