D&S Duos Book Three

D&S Duos Book 3

BDSM erotica by Lisabet Sarai

Femdom BDSM Erotica

Published March 13, 2015 by Excessica.com

Approximately 7500 words

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Blurb

Volume 3 of Lisabet Sarai’s D&S Duos series focuses on femdom. Enter a world of women who wield power, and men who love surrendering to them. But don’t look for stereotyped mistresses strutting about in corsets and stilettos. In “Be Careful What You Wish For”, the narrator endures the exquisite pain of watching his petite and vivacious wife seduce another man. “Layover” features an athletic all-male flight attendant who will do anything to please his female captain –even suck cock. D&S Duos Book 3 also includes a raw femdom excerpt from Lisabet’s erotic thriller Bangkok Noir.

Naughty Excerpt

“Time for confession, Andrew. It's been nearly two weeks. Whom have you screwed since I had you last?”

“No one, ma'am.” It's true. Since Emma Marsden turned her eye in my direction, I haven't really been interested in other women.

“Really? I saw Jennie giving you a look of pure lust when we stopped at Narita. You could have her just by crooking your little finger. You're sure you haven't taken advantage?”

“No, honestly—I've been very good.”

Her laughter is like a river dancing over stone. “What about jacking off?”

“Only three times, ma'am. I'm sorry. I really couldn't help it...”

“Three times in two weeks! You must be exceptionally horny.”

Hot blood climbs into my cheeks. “Yes, captain. I am.”

“Stand up. Let me see.” Leaning forward, she traces delicate fingers over my rigid dick, then clasps me in her palm. I clamp down, staring at her small hands and struggling for control. “Mmm. Very hard indeed. We'll have to see what we can do about that. But punishment first. You know my rules. You're still wearing the plug?”

“Of course, ma'am.” I try not to whine. Does she really think I would disobey her at this point?

“Excellent. Turn around, Andrew. Nam, come over and help me, please.”

My heart nearly leaps out my chest. I'd thought we were alone. Emma has never invited anyone else to participate in our scenes. But now a tall, willowy Thai beauty rises from the shadowed corner chair where she's been watching the proceedings.

Ebony hair flows almost to the girl's waist. Silver bangles decorate her brown wrists; matching loops shine in her ears. She wears a lot of make-up, gleaming purple eye shadow and dense, probably fake eyelashes. Her purple miniskirt just clears the bottom of her bum and a white, sequin-crusted tank top shows off her dusky cleavage. She smells like the incense the Thais burn in their shrines.

“Suck him, Nam, while I give him his strapping.” The exotic creature sinks to her knees with astonishing grace and takes me in her slender fingers. My balls tighten. I hang on the edge, knowing that if I come, I'm in for far more severe correction. I'm tempted to let go anyway, to give in and damn the consequences. But that would displease my mistress.

Emma's moving behind me. Something cool and smooth slithers up my back. “My belt,” she confirms. “Five strokes for each unauthorized orgasm, or fifteen in all. Count them, Andrew.”

Swat! The leather strap lands squarely on my butt, nudging the plug, leaving a dull burn in its wake. At the same moment, the Thai woman swallows my cock. Pleasure streaks to my brain, muddling the hurt.

“One,” I manage to croak, as Nam turns on the suction. “Two.” This stroke catches the back of my thigh like a lick of flame. Nam's tongue is rough as a cat's, swirling over my knob. Fluid climbs into my shaft, though I try to force it down.

Snap! The belt slashes my shoulder, with yet a different flavor of pain. I arch instinctively, driving down Nam's throat. “Three.” How will I survive another twelve lashes? Balanced between ecstasy and agony, only the counting saves me from flying apart. “Four. Five. Six.” 

Emma pauses to knead my bruised ass and twist the plug. “You're doing well. Hold on now...” Another four strokes, biting into my back, my legs, my buttocks. Nam fondles my balls while sliding her tongue up and down my length. I'm okay now, or so I think, above it all, letting the sensations wash through me without trying to sort them out. “Five more, Andrew,” my mistress intones and I count them automatically, determined not to disappoint the captain no matter what she asks of me.

About Lisabet

Brief Bio

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse. Learn more at http://www.lisabetsarai.com.

Links:

Website: http://www.lisabetsarai.com

Blog: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai

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Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list

Club Beam Release Day

Blurb:

In the Shadow World, nothing is as it seems.

Detective Sydney Marr is having a very bad day. Her boss is on the warpath, she’s being treated for a werewolf bite, and her current case has hit a dead end. When her friend Erika talks Syd into going with her to Club Beam, she jumps at the chance, even if it means spending an evening without her spell arsenal. A high-class vampire bar and fetish club, Club Beam is fantasy made real.

Club owner and Dom Gideon Raines spies the red-haired beauty and is transfixed. A fight against a skillful murderer brings war for fae and vampire alike. Sometimes when you play with monsters, the monsters play back.

Release date: May 5, 2015

Pages: 106

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Line: Beyond Fairy Tales, Shadow World Series

Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tale, m/f

Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Club-Beam-Shadow-Beyond-Fairytales-ebook/dp/B00WUW0JGQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1430358623&sr=1-1

Excerpt:

“Once upon a time….” Erika sang and waggled her eyebrows. “Come on, Sydney. Live a little. This club is smoking hot, and you’ll love it.”

Sydney grumbled under her breath and watched the club-goers parade past, each dressed like a fairy-tale character. The Little Mermaid trounced by in a see-through, diaphanous gown revealing too much in the way of personal attributes. Sleeping Beauty sashayed down the sidewalk with a leash around the neck of her Prince Charming. A woman in a way-too-short Red Riding Hood outfit approached. Her arm was wrapped around a seductress dressed in wolf ears, a tail, and a skimpy thong-style bikini. Red carried a basket full of what looked like pink fuzzy handcuffs and a can of whipped cream, which she swung into Syd.

“Hey!”

The red-cloaked vixen sent her a wink and traipsed on by, joined by a near-pornographic version of the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. Any shorter and the skirt would show her naughty bits. Or maybe that was the plan.

Syd had just gotten off her day shift as a detective, and the last thing she wanted to do was be around more people. Especially people with more skin showing than on late-night cable shows. Her head hurt from the lights and the pulse of the music, and her stupid witch costume was pinching her toes. Erika’s scant fairy costume hugged all her curves, her breasts bursting from the bodice. The skirt barely covered her backside, and the strappy silver sandals showed off her silver-glitter nail polish.

The building loomed next to them. A giant warehouse-like structure, it was large enough to house all manner of mischief, and Syd was itching with the desire to get inside and find out just what was going on behind its doors. The sidewalk was flagged by trees lit up with twinkly white lights, adding an upscale ambiance to the area. What in the daylight looked like an industrial area gone to the dogs had been transformed into an attractive and well-attended venue.

She didn’t have the heart to tell Erika she’d been here once already today for the case she was working on, but the entrance had been sealed up tighter than a drum. Sydney’s recourse was to infiltrate Club Beam by night as a patron. Her sergeant, Debra, would kill her if she realized Syd had even considered going in without backup. So would her partner, James. Erika had asked her to come so she wouldn’t be alone, and, despite herself, Syd couldn’t resist. To catch a vampire, you had to go out at night, and Club Beam was the hot spot. After last month’s fuckup, she had to do this and do it right, even if it killed her. James was on medical leave, and it remained up to her to get this guy before someone else got killed or turned furry.

I will not think about becoming one of the terminally furry. It’s over. Move on. Take the pills the doctor gave you and freaking pray.

“Oh look. I think I see Snow White.” Erika stood on her tiptoes and craned her head along the huge expanse of line they still had to navigate to get inside.

Syd peered into the crowd and grimaced. Hairy legs. More makeup than a Mac commercial. “Nope. That was a guy in drag.”

Erika narrowed her eyes. “God, Syd. You’re the world’s biggest wet blanket ever.”

Sydney shifted her weight and moved another two steps toward the door as the line inched forward. “I told you, I’ve had a hard day. We had a homicide case come in, and I’ve been out beating the street. I want to go home and bury my head under my pillow. But, no. Out of the kindness of my heart, here I am standing in line at a vampire bar with a bunch of overgrown kids playing dress-up in fairy-tale fetish wear.”

About the Author:

Erzabet Bishop is the author of Club Beam, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Tethered, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts Jess and Marnie interactive choose your own adventure romances and more. She is a contributing author to The Big Book of Submission, Slave Girls, Hungry for More and many other anthologies. She is a finalist for the 2015 Goldie Awards and an active member of the Romance Writers of America. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and is often playing at local bookstores. Follow her posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Tricks of the Trade

Twenty-something, sexually frustrated plumber, Will Last, is fascinated by an attractive age 40+ woman he sees in the plumbing fixtures isle of a big box store. When he casually strolls her way she strikes up a conversation and begs him to do some emergency plumbing repairs for her.

Mitzi Callahan soon has Will wrapped around her little finger. Will shows her a plumber's trick for quick repair. After revealing that she is a sex trainer, Mitzi returns the favor by showing him a trick or two in the bedroom.

Mitzi opens his world to the enchantment of older women and leads him to an encounter with one of her students, Lucy Park. Sparks fly between Will and Lucy while dancing at the club where they meet, but they must reach out across age and cultural barriers to find the romantic connection they both seek.

Buy link:

http://www.amazon.com/Tricks-Trade-Spencer-Dryden-ebook/dp/B00V7ENFVO/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Excerpt: Tricks of the Trade

"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Mitzi," I said, trapped under the sink where we had been working.

"It's a very good idea," said Mitzi, her voice oozing lust as she loosened my belt.

"But what if one of your guests comes soon?"

Her tug on my zipper echoed inside the cabinet.

"The only one who will be coming soon is you," she said in a sultry voice.

She took my cock into her soft mouth. I held on to the drain pipes for dear life.

****

Mitzi Callahan had me wrapped around her finger only an hour before she had her lips wrapped around my cock. It all started at a big box store on a Friday afternoon. I had shut off my phone an hour before, anxious to get a good workout and a nap before heading out clubbing. Work was the last thing I wanted any more of on a Friday. I stopped at the store for a few replacement supplies.

Normally, I don't see foxy women in their mid-forties perusing the plumbing fittings aisle at the men's mall. I nearly snapped my neck as I walked by the aisle on my way elsewhere. I took a detour down her row, hoping to get a good look, and maybe a whiff of the solidly built woman. Her classic curves beckoned me, promising at least a memory to masturbate to later, after another fruitless Friday evening making the bar scene.

My plans for a harmless look were turned about when she caught sight of me. Her deep brown eyes smoldered with desire as she raked her gaze over me from head to toe. I kept on with my ruse, pretending to be passing through, pausing briefly to inspect several different shut-off valves from the series of bins she was sampling. I threw several in my basket. Having filled my eyes with her breasts and firm round ass, I took in her scent. Her perfume sent me into a fantasy, wondering about sex with a woman probably twenty years older than me. Would she moan and thrash, grateful for the iron cock of youth? Or be like the frozen specimens of womanhood who'd found their way to my bed, barely distracted from texting and primping while I tried dazzling them, pausing only to put their gum on the night stand.

She snapped me back to reality when she reached out and clutched my arm, holding several valves in her other hand.

"You look like you know what you're doing," she said with a husky voice. "Do you know how to install these?"

She held out several types of standard faucet shut-offs.

"Sure, but which one? They're all for different kinds of pipe."

She bit her lower lip and gave me the deer in the headlights look, still clutching my arm.

"That's my problem," she sighed. "I don't know which kind of pipe I have."

Another shopper came down the aisle with a large push cart. The foxy lady stepped aside, right into me, crushing a firm breast directly into my ribcage. A shot of lust rocketed to my cock.

"Excuse me," said the browser, an old man, who helped himself to a look at her curves as he scooted by.

My face flushed as her breast undulated against my ribs. She gave me a lusty grin. "These aisles are too narrow."

She stepped away, taking her luscious breast with her, but she still clutched my arm. She turned back toward the bins and pursed her lips.

"I am so fucked," she mumbled.

"Any plumber could do the job for you."

"I can't get anyone on a Friday afternoon," she hissed. "I've got a houseful coming for a party this evening. I tried to do it myself." She hung her head. "It looks impossible."

"It's really not hard, no matter what kind of pipe you have, if you know a few tricks."

Her face brightened like a spring day.

"Do you know how to do this?"

"Been doing it for years." I fumbled for one of my dog-eared business cards.

Her hand went from my arm to my chest as she read it. "William Last Plumbing. The last plumbing bill you need."

My stupid marketing phrase never sounded so sexy. The words were liquid on her moist lips.

She exploded with joy. "Oh you've got to come and do this for me. Would you?" Her eyes pleaded the way I always wanted a woman to plead for sex. "I'll pay you whatever you ask. I'll even feed you. Please. I'm desperate."

Her gaze was full of a wanton longing, sad, needy but determined. She knew what she was doing and it was working. I nodded and flashed a little smirk. She nearly knocked me over, wrapping her arms around me, crushing her ample breasts into my chest.

"I'm Mitzi. Mitzi Callahan."

I nodded. "It says Bill on my card, but my friends call me Will."

Meet the author:

1. How did you start writing erotic romance? 

I had ambitions of writing non-fiction. I hadn't considered fiction until just a few years ago. In the wake of my mothers passing in April of 2012 I got to spend some time alone at her beach cottage while closing her estate. On my daily beach walks story ideas started popping into my head. I started writing and submitting to anthologies and publishers. Erotic romance was a natural choice for me as I have been enchanted by female allure since I first felt that stirring in my pants at the sight of a naked woman over fifty years ago.

2. Plotter or pantster?

I'm a panster who's trying to become a plotter. My works to date have been short. I'd like to get up into the 30-40 thousand word range, that requires planning. My next work, "The Memory of Mermaids" due out in August from Fireborn Publishing. it is my first work done as a plotter and it has some fun plot twists as a result.

3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?

My laptop, a notebook where I keep hard copies of drafts , and a box of Kleenex. This is allergy season in Minnesota, the crack heads are out trying to convert meth back into Sudafed

4. Favorite food?

The tyranny of Girl Scout Cookie season is over so I'm going to say Brussel sprouts, not because I like them, I don't, but I'm trying not to think about cookies-my favorite food. I've put on a bunch of weight in the last two years and I know I've got to be eating more Brussel sprouts and fewer cookies.

5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?

"Tricks of the Trade" is another of my tradesmen stories. In this one it also includes young man/older woman. My main character Will Last is a twenty-something sexually frustrated plumber who sees an attractive older woman in the plumbing fittings isle at the big box store. When she learns he's a plumber she begs him to come do some emergency plumbing work for her. He shows her a plumber's trick for doing the repair. While at her house, Will learns that she is a sex coach. She teaches him some tricks to help him in the bedroom and later introduces him to one of her students, Lucy Park. Will and Lucy connect at the dance club where they meet but must cross age and cultural barriers to find the romance they are both seeking.

6. I write because ____

it is a fun safe way of living out may fantasies. As an erotic writer I can sleep with any woman I want and my wife could care less.  How cool is that?

7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?

My favorite type of character is an ordinary guy, typically a tradesman, a little bit clueless, who falls into the orbit of a sexually assertive woman.

8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?

I think it's the love scene in my recent flirt, "Love Above See Level". I have a tall girl teaching a shorter man how to make love to her. I have a thing for tall women. Sadly the book is no longer available. The publisher, Breathless Press closed down recently. I hope to resurrect the story with another publisher

9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?

Concentrate on telling a story, hopefully a compelling story and make the sex a natural part of the story rather than the center of attention.  The reader hooked early.

10 What's next on the horizon for you?

I am just about to begin edits on a fantasy story, "The Memory of Mermaids" due to be released in August by Fireborn Publishing. I'm very excited  as it is a shift away from my handyman tales and is longer as well. A guy down on his luck rescues a mermaid from a sea monster. The mermaid brings him the monster's treasure as a reward then entices him to help her find her lost mermaid sister. He is drawn into a world of pirates' treasure, missing drug money, murderous mobsters, dolphin whisperers and a forbidden love.

Spencer Dryden is a new writer but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security.

In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor and web videographer living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA).

Like all writers he has a cat but they don't get along well. He can be found at the usual writer hangouts:

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Twitter: @SpencerDryden

Email: fictionbyspencer@gmail.com