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Beyond Boundaries

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Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2013 by Blushing Books� and Fiona Wilde, Sharron Kelley, and P. J. Perryman
21 chapters, 103,000 words
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Cat and Mouse

Dominatrix Nina Lockwood makes a comfortable living from well-connected clients who seek her out for her expert brand of disciplinary persuasion. She's left behind an humble and troubled past to settle in London, and her dominance helps her feel in control of those around her.

But that all changes the day she meets Detective Ian Fleming. He's been tasked with investigating the disappearance of a socialite last known to be in the company of a secretive society known as The Victorian Underground. Scotland Yard wants Nina to work with Detective Fleming, because she knows the scene. But they want her to go undercover as his submissive.

But Nina is no submissive. Or is she? Scotland Yard won't take no for an answer, and neither will the darkly handsome detective determined to break the case, even if he has to break Nina in the process.

Publisher's note: This is a very graphic story with both F/F and M/F BDSM scenes. Fiona Wilde fans be warned! This is a Fiona you haven't seen before.

Bound to Him

Lucy spends her days at work and her nights going from one anonymous encounter to another. She never tells anyone her real name, and try as she might, she cannot seem to sate the need that plagues her.

One Monday evening, however, she opens the door of yet another hotel room to find a man who takes her completely by surprise.

Jonathan was professional, handsome, confident, and the last type of man she would have expected to be reading profiles on a dating site. He also was the first man who had knocked on a door who did not sleep with her.

He didn't want an anonymous hookup; he wanted to know more about her.

At the end of the strange encounter he presents her with his card and a dinner invitation he knows she will accept. And then, after dinner, he presents her with something else to consider: a week with him, training as a submissive.

For seven days she spends all of her time with Jonathan, discovering things about herself and her desires that she never knew existed, and she begins to see that this is the life she wants. And she wants it with Jonathan, even if it means she must abide by his one boundary: she cannot fall in love with him.

Note: "Bound to Him" was originally released as "Freeing Lucy."

Rosaline and the Marquis

Publisher's Note: "Rosaline and the Marquis" is a retitled version of "Kiss of the Marquis" by PJ Perryman. This new version has a new title and a new cover, but is otherwise unchanged from the original. Customers who desire the update cover may download this new version from their online libraries.

When four sexually adventurous college students use a dusty occult tome to resurrect the Marquis deSade, they get more than they bargain for. The students had only wanted to draw on the famous sadist's experience to enhance their erotic education, but soon they find themselves under the sway of a charismatic figure as powerful in death as he ever was in life.

Rosaline meant no harm when she stole the book from her mother - a practicing witch - to call up the Marquis from beyond the grave. But the decision unearths some disturbing family secrets, and soon the race is on to save Rosaline from the "Kiss of the Marquis" which could bind her to deSade forever.

WARNING: "The Kiss of the Marquis" is an erotic romp featuring lots of sex and some mild BDSM elements. The book also has strong magical themes. This book is intended for adults over 18 only.

Cat and Mouse, Chapter One

The tall blonde woman made an exquisite picture, her long elegant limbs arranged spread-eagle and bound to each post of the large king-sized bed on which she lay. She was wearing a diaphanous nightie that left little to the imagination. The sleek mounds of her well�toned bottom were clearly visible through the translucent silk.

The sound of the leather riding crop had gotten her attention, and she turned her head, the eyes above the gag brimming with lust and the fear of getting exactly what she'd come for.

A gloved hand reached out and lifted the hem of the nightie to the blonde woman's long, narrow waist.� "Have you been a bad girl, Lydia?"

The blonde moaned against the ball gag. Her eyes rolled back slightly as the riding crop touched her cheek and then trailed down over her face, down her neck and shoulder and down her back until it rested on the dimple just above her left buttock.

Nina Lockwood, or � as she was known professionally, Mistress Simone � always found this the best part of a session. A freshly presented client spread out like a canvas waiting to be marked. She looked at the woman on the bed, wondering how long she'd been showering, fixing her hair, exfoliating, waxing, buffing...all in preparation for this visit.

"I want you pretty when you come to me again," she'd commanded on her last visit, eyeing the willowy CEO who knelt sobbing before her. "I don't know who gave you that Brazilian but it's not to my liking. When you come back I want it gone. Every last hair, got it? The only hair I want to see is this." And she'd grabbed Lydia's hair, jerked her head back and planted her lips on the waiting mouth of the other woman, absorbing her moan of passion, feeling her shudder in absolute delight. Simone had been particularly viscous on that particular day and had been amazed that � once again � she'd failed to find Lydia Fulbright's limit.

"Perhaps today," she whispered quietly as she moved the riding crop back and forth across the taller woman's creamy haunches.

"I like your shaved pussy," Simone told her bound client as her eyes swept back up to meet the other woman's gaze. "But I don't like that you were three minutes late to our little meeting. You know how I am about..." She raised the crop.

"Punctuality!" She emphasized the word with a hard blow of the crop across the other woman's buttocks. Lydia Fulbright screamed against the gag. Her whole body shuddered violently. Nina frowned. She didn't like seeing a client come so easily. It was just the first blow, for god sakes. They'd have to work on that.

Nina walked around to the other side of the bed. Lydia was panting against the gag. Nina took the crop and moved it between the woman's long legs, parting the swollen lips of her pussy. She could see the moisture gleaming on the slick inner folds.

"Did you orgasm, Lydia?" she asked, her tone low and dangerous. Lydia whimpered, indicating that she knew she'd done something wrong. Nina walked to the front of the bed and pulled the gag off with one rough motion. Grabbing Lydia's hair, she knelt in her stiletto heels, the leather of her corset creaking a bit as she lowered herself to where she could look in her client's eyes.

"You know that you're only supposed to orgasm when I say so...."

"I'm sorry," Lydia babbled. "It's just that it's been two weeks. I couldn't get here last week because I was in Paris for work and..."

"Shut up!" She shoved the blonde head back down onto the bed. Lydia looked the other way and began to cry. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. That's all you're good for, you know, making stupid, blubbering excuses. Somewhere along the way someone allowed you to get by with it." She paused, slapping the tip of the crop against the leg of her tight leather pants. "But you won't get away with that with me, will you?"

"No, Mistress Simone...."

"No, Mistress Simone..." Nina mocked her cruelly. "Do you really want to please me, Lydia? Because if you don't I can just untie you and you can go..."

"No!" Lydia turned her face to the dominatrix. Her eyes were full of fear now and Nina was reminded of the adage, When a masochist says, 'Beat me,' a true sadist says, 'No.' She smirked.

"If you want me to help you truly learn to be a good girl, you're going to have to ask me to help you get there. You're going to have to beg me to correct you, because you know how much you need it. You know how unworthy you are, and you know how fortunate you are that I even allow you in my presence. But I told you from Day One that it is at my discretion and that I could release you at any time, could banish you from my sight should you disappoint me. So if you truly value what I'm willing to offer...if you truly want and need my training, I expect you to show me...."

As she talked, Nina walked around the bed, undoing the restraints. When she'd undone the last one, she ordered her client to get off the bed and kneel before her. Lydia Fulbright was all too quick to comply. Nina had seated herself in a chair that sat on a little raised platform. As she stared down at the kneeling blonde woman, she surreptitiously placed her fingers on a keypad underneath the arm of the chair. The tiny cameras controlled by the buttons were positioned around the room and they began to move now, pointing to and focusing on the blonde woman from all angles.

"Stand up," Nina barked. Lydia complied.

"Put your hands on your head."

Lydia obeyed and stared down at Nina, who, despite her diminutive size, still proved an imposing presence. Her glossy black hair was pulled back in a bun. Her red lipstick accentuated her full mouth. Her dark eyes were carefully made up, making them look deceptively large and innocent in her pale face. She did not look as severe as some dommes, but that was what made her in part so popular. Mistress Simone was deceptively pretty and feminine, but gloriously brutal when it counted.

"Good, good," she said, circling the blonde woman. Reaching out, she untied the bows holding the front of the nightie together and pushed it from her client's body. Lydia's heavy breasts were topped with large, dusky nipples. Nina slapped each one in turn with the tip of the crop, watching Lydia's face as the areolas began to swell from the repeated licks lavished on them by the implement.

"OOOooooohhhh..." she was saying and Nina grabbed her chin in one hand.

"Don't you dare cum," she said, and the blonde whimpered.

"Spread your legs and bend over," she said. "And arch your back. I want to see that hot, wet, greedy cunt."

Lydia moaned again. Nina moved out of the way, making sure the cameras were getting plenty of footage. She waited for a moment, allowing her client to stand in that rather uncomfortable position � legs spread, leaning forward with her hands clasped at her back, breasts hanging down.

"Good, just as you've been taught. So, Lydia. You can do something right."

She licked each nipple with the crop just one more time and smiled as tears began coursing down Lydia's face. But her client was being good � very good. Nina knew her breasts had to be incredibly sore. Perhaps it was time to give her what she wanted.

"I think you've earned the paddle," she said. She looked at Lydia's face as she made the pronouncement and could see her client trying not to look as excited as she obviously felt. Different clients liked different things. Some liked to be whipped and strapped, some liked to be bound and gagged, and some liked to have their most sensitive parts twisted, pinched, squeezed or struck. Some liked to be humiliated and denied. And some, like Lydia, liked to be spanked. The paddle was her favorite, which was why Nina used it the very last. She knew that even when she wasn't giving the clients exactly what they thought they wanted early in the session, she was. The pain of almost getting what they wanted just built the tension to the point that when they did, it was an almost mind-blowing experience.

"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you say, Mistress." Lydia's voice was shaking but it was more from excitement than fear. Nina moved to her side and ran her hand down the creamy mounds of her client's bottom. She rested her fingertips on the welts left by the riding crop for just a moment before lightly raking her nails across the stripes. Lydia whimpered. Nina stepped back, raised the paddle and brought it down hard on the underside of her buttock just above the left thigh.

Lydia pitched forward but held her position. Mistress Simone became angry � very angry � if she got out of position and the beautiful blonde would do nothing to intentionally raise her mistress' ire. Nina knew that. In fact, she cultivated just that very obedience in her clients, both in and out of the bedroom. She was their living nightmare, their walking fantasy. She was dominant sex on legs. Her livelihood depended on it, and a very good livelihood it was.

"Hold your position," she ordered. Lydia was standing on a very expensive antique Turkish rug that measured about four by six feet. It was positioned between the bed and the fireplace, and Mistress Simone's rule was that no matter how hard she struck a client, they were not to put a toe off the rug. Lydia was doing particularly well today. Her bottom was now covered in red splotches. The Lexan paddle was a brutal implement. Tears were coursing down Lydia's face, taking heavy make�up along with it. Nina frowned. She didn't want a mess dripping on her rug. Time to move the action back to the bed.

She ordered Lydia to lie down on her back and spread her legs. Lydia was crying and moaning. Her hands were clenching and unclenching. Nina knew what she wanted. She walked over to a tall cabinet and opened a drawer. Inside was an array of dildos. She looked through them and picked up a smooth, large mahogany phallus she had custom made by a friend in Indonesia.

She turned and walked over to the bed.

"I want to see you cum," she said. "But only when I tell you to." She laid the mahogany dildo on the bed. "You'll start with your fingers."

Nina walked to the end of the bed. Lydia stared up between her spread legs, her eyes fixed on her mistress' beautiful face. Her fingers moved to her swollen clit, and as she began to work the sensitive nub her face became flushed with desire. She threw her head back and panted as her elegant, manicured fingers of one hand worked the clit while the first two on the other hand began to delve into the dewy slit. Her breasts rose to firm peaks, and Nina strode up the side of the bed and flicked first one nipple and then the other as her client moaned. She could tell that Lydia was fighting the urge to come and reminded her firmly that she'd not been given permission, even as she ordered her client to continue the stimulation.

Nina picked up the dildo and laid it on her client's belly.

"It's time," she said.

Lydia's hands were shaking as she picked up the shiny dark wood shaft and drove it deep inside her pussy. It was large and Nina knew that part of the excitement for Lydia was in the sudden, nearly painful invasion of the shaft. Her hips moved upwards to meet the downward thrusts of the phallus. Her eyes were fixed on her Mistress and Nina smirked and nodded.

"Cum for me. Now."

Lydia cried out, barely able to hold on to the handle of the dildo as her pussy convulsed around it. Her body shuddered dramatically. Lydia threw her head back and panted as a pink flush suffused her fair skin.

"Good girl," Nina said. "Now get dressed and I'll fix you a snack."

She left and went down the hall to her own personal bedroom, entering its walk�in closet. Nina carefully removed the tight leather pants and corset and high leather boots and replaced the garb with a silk robe. She let her hair down, enjoying the feel of the raven tresses as they cascaded around her shoulders.

Lydia was already in the dining room when she arrived. She was wearing a blue business suit and expensive matching shoes. Her hair was styled in a classic up�do, her make�up impeccably re�applied. A Fendi briefcase sat at her feet.

"Off to work, then?" she asked. Nina took the seat across from her client and leaned back, crossing her short but shapely legs. Her maid, Martina, had laid out a nice brunch for the both of them, along with Nina's customary post�appointment cigarette, which she now lit and inhaled.

"Yes," Lydia said, answering her question. "I was hoping to take the day off, but it looks like it's not going to happen."

"Really?" Nina smiled and leaned forward. "The acquisition is actually going to go through?"

"It is," Lydia replied. "And our agency isn't going to block it, which will mean that my next few days will involve a shitstorm of media inquiries." She looked up and thanked Martina, who had piled her plate with food before turning her attention back to Nina.

"That's why I... it's part of the reason I needed you so much today. I know it's going to be twelve hours of beating back a bunch of reporters looking for a way to criticize the administration's decision to let this go through. It's an election season, after all, and everyone wants to jump in the pool when there's blood in the water." She sighed. "Today...well, it helps."

Nina smiled. Lydia wasn't the only one who was helped by their relationship. In addition to the fee she charged her clients, Mistress Simone also made a very comfortable income through insider trading. She was often taciturn with her clients, and the nervous ones filled that silence by talking, usually about work. When Lydia had mentioned working on a case involving the possible acquisition of TeleFirm by ComTech Industries, she'd placed a call to her broker. Even now she texted him while Lydia talked, ordering him to buy a hundred more shares of ComTech before the market opened.

"Will you be free next week?" Lydia asked. "If things die down I will need..."

"I'm quite sure that we can arrange something for Wednesday afternoon after you get off work. Just text me and we'll see what I have available."

"Thank you, Mistress," Lydia said and Nina smiled, reveling in her own power. Even though her client was expected to be on her job at the Ministry of Justice within the next hour, she knew that if she ordered her back upstairs she'd go. It was a heady kind of power. And it never got old.

It was starting to rain when Lydia finally left. Nina thanked Martina for the lovely breakfast and then headed upstairs to tend to the least favorite part of her job, cleaning the "toys" as she called them. This task she did not leave to her maid. Martina was a faithful servant, and Nina knew that despite the fact that she knew little English she was well aware of what her employer did. But Martina said little, and Nina honored that discretion by not asking her to do certain tasks she felt would make her uncomfortable. In a world where the 5'1" dominatrix spent her days putting heads of government in subservient positions, the one person she treated as an equal was her housekeeper.

Cleanliness was extremely important to Nina, who listened to opera in the bathroom as she disinfected the clamps, crops, paddles, dildos and other props from her encounter with Lydia. Afterwards she showered herself and then dressed for the day in a form�flattering black dress. Her next appointment was at three o'clock � a new client referred by Richard Weller, a U.N. official who had been coming to her for three years. He'd sent her five clients, including a rather colorful former Russian spy � a 6'3" behemoth who was part of a witness protection program. The man had a penchant for wearing women's underwear and being walked around Nina's townhouse on a leash.

Having finished her chores, she settled down to her computer. The video and pictures of Lydia were especially good this time. People were so gullible, so quick to believe that she actually cared about them. It was sad, really, and she wondered what would possess someone to give up their power to another person, even on a temporary basis when even a moment's vulnerability could destroy them personally and professionally. But everyone had their comfort zone, and hers was being in complete and total control. It felt safe, being firmly ensconced in the Catbird Seat.

Nina slipped the flash drive in to the USB port and downloaded the latest picture and video files. After ejecting it she walked over to where a small picture hung on the wall. It was an 18th-century painting of an ancient Scottish fortress. Moving it aside, she opened the wall safe that lay behind it and placed the drive inside.

It was raining harder outside, and she found herself suddenly wishing she'd not booked two appointments in one day. Usually she did not, but Richard Weller had all but begged her to indulge his friend, who was only going to be in London for the day. Nina � ever wary � had thoroughly researched Jackson Lowell. He was a private art collector with a large inherited fortune. Weller had described Lowell as very secretive, slightly paranoid and a bit quirky.

"He's intensely private," Weller had told Nina as they'd enjoyed scones after a session. He was still wearing a custom�made tutu and white high heels, the wispy white hair of his chest poking like little wires over the top of the straining bodice. "Don't be alarmed if you don't find much about him online. He won't get near a computer. Peculiar fellow, very peculiar."

"I'm not fond of 'peculiar,'" she'd told him. "I'm not in this business to be intrigued or amused, Richard. I'm in this business to make money. And to please my clients, of course."

"Then do this to please me," Richard Weller had said. "Do it for an old friend. I owe this gentleman a favor; women like you � talented women � are in short supply, Mistress Simone. And if I can curry favor with an art collector, my darling Shirley will consider me a hero. And we know how much I love my wife."

They both chuckled at that, and Nina had agreed to take on this client based on Weller's recommendation. But what to wear? From what Weller had told her, the man liked being handcuffed and had a fetish for women in uniform. Nina had purchased a very daring and sexy costume that she'd never worn and decided this would be the perfect day to debut it. The dress was short, riding up to the base of her bottom, and was paired with black stockings, garters and high�heeled leather boots. The crowning touch was a cop hat. The dress had hooks at the waist for her trusty riding crop and a pair of cuffs.

Weller had said Powell was "shy." Nina had been in the business long enough to know all the code words. "Peculiar" and "shy" usually indicated someone reclusive and slightly anti�social. She certainly had her share of those clients, but she also had some who were extremely outgoing and aggressive businessmen and women, the kind you'd never expect to transform into a quivering, orgasmic heap at the sensation of a stiletto heel ground into the inside of their thigh.

As Nina applied her fire engine-red lipstick, Martina walked into the room.

"You have appointment," the housekeeper said.

"Yes, at three, Martina. Snacks afterwards will be light, being so close to the dinner hour."

"You forget I have market today?"

Nina turned to her maid. "Damn. Yes, I did forget. But it should be OK. This one is recommended by Weller. I'm sure he's harmless."

In the doorway the housekeeper frowned. Nina knew the older woman worried about her safety, and she sought to reassure her.

"No really, it'll be fine. Go ahead and do your marketing. Just leave some of those little hors d'oeuvres in the fridge, and make sure we have some chilled Perrier. No need to spoil him too much on his first visit."

"You sure?" Martina still looked concerned.

"Absolutely. It will be fine. I promise."

"If you say, Miss Lockwood..."

The housekeeper left and Nina smiled, her heart giving a little twist as the woman walked away. Nina spent her days bringing people pleasure, but her nights alone with just Martina for company. She had no family, at least none that counted, no one to share her considerable income with. She was adored by dozens, loved by none.

Not that she felt sorry for herself, however. Most men who were attracted to Nina actually were attracted to Mistress Simone. They loved her control, the measured and exquisite cruelty that masked the fact that, down deep, she really was a nice person. They did not know that a sizable portion of her income went to support several programs that supplied art education to underprivileged children, or that she sometimes donned a scarf and plain dress to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or that she was a voracious reader and incredible nerd addicted to period dramas and anything on BBC. The people she actually touched didn't know these things because they did not want to. To know Nina as a nice, decent person would be to kill what they really loved � the brutal, inflexible stern Mistress Simone who made them kiss the tip of her pointy shoe or left them sobbing with the need for sexual release.

She heard the sound of a car engine and looked out the window. A vehicle was driving away, a small limo. She could see a man approaching her door. Nina sat down at her computer and turned on the monitor, clicking until she saw a video image of the man standing there. He was tall and wore a pea coat and a bowler hat that looked out of place on a man as young as he was. He looked to be forty at the most. She'd not seen pictures of Jackson Powell and had expected someone older. He had ice-blue eyes and a full mouth. His skin was pale like hers, the sign of a man who spends a lot of time indoors.

A smile played on her lips. This would be his first time, but he didn't look particularly nervous. She liked that, the idea of completely shocking someone who thought they had a good idea of what to expect.

She punched another key on her computer that controlled the stereo system and the soft strains of opera began to play. Then she pushed the button that controlled the speaker by the front door.

"It's open," she said. "Come in and wait in the foyer. Don't move a muscle. Don't call out.� Just wait. Do exactly as I say. Believe me, I am not the kind of woman you want to disappoint."

Bound to Him, Chapter One

The only emotion I felt when I opened the oily glass door to the lobby of the motel was surprise. Not surprise at the moldy stench or the dirty carpet or the "America's Most Wanted" aura surrounding the man at the check�in desk. I was surprised that I was surprised; I mean, what did I expect from a motel called The Back Door Inn? Chandeliers and a doorman? I knew better than that, and I knew I couldn't afford to be picky.

FBI Poster man looked me up and down as I walked toward the desk. I knew I looked out of place. I had on a conservative black skirt, a silk blouse buttoned up to the neck, and my hair was in a nondescript bun at the nape of my neck. Funny how I always dressed so conservatively. This man had probably seen all manner of women and men and not�quite�sures. And yet I always wanted to look like the woman I had been and not the woman I was. Maybe it would have made him more comfortable to know that my fishnets were tucked into my large purse, along with an arsenal of makeup, perfumes, and tacky, bling�embossed combs. If he had seen the underwear not sold at respectable department stores hidden under my clothing, I would not have seemed to him to be so out of place. But money is money no matter how tight a woman's bun, and the twenty�five dollars I tossed onto the greasy desk was enough to make him smile and hand me a key.

Room 123 was not too far down the hallway, but far enough from the desk to make me feel safer. Again, why did I care? I didn't know anyone in this neighborhood, and I would never see the check�in clerk again. Who cares who heard or saw me? But that wasn't the point, and all this thinking was not why I was here. I was here because I had to be, and I repeated the room numbers to myself in a whisper as I texted it to the phone number I had pre�programmed into my phone. The same message as always: Room 123. Five minutes. Knock seven times.

As soon as I walked into the small room, the first thing I did was strip off the comforter. I knew these places; they never washed the comforters. I pulled out a small bottle of antibacterial fabric refresher, hoping it would waft through the air enough to mask some of the stale smell in the room. Then I settled into the small bathroom. The routine was ingrained. Fishnet thigh�highs clipped to the garters, hair taken out of the bun and swept into a comb, makeup enhanced to comical proportions, and blouse unbuttoned to reveal the cleavage enhanced by the lace bra. Skirt waistband folded once, twice, to raise the hemline. And don't look in the mirror at the finished product.

The knocks � seven crisp sounds � signaled that transformation time was over. And the timing was perfect. It was enough time for me to become someone else, but not enough time for me to ask myself how the hell I got here.

The man who stood on the other side of the door surprised me. He was dressed in a suit, an expensive one. He was tall and lean and....elegant. I am certain he looked more out of place in the lobby than I had. But it wasn't my place to ask questions. Besides, as long as we both got what we needed the rest didn't matter. I opened the door wide and gave him a seductive smile as I reached out my hand to shake his. He gripped it tightly and for a little longer than was typical. I slid my hand from his and walked into the room, making sure to sway my hips. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs so that the lace edge of my stockings peeked out from below the hem of my skirt.

�"Well, sir, what ARE we going to do with this room all to ourselves?" I traced my cleavage with my fingertips and arched an eyebrow. He was handsome........they weren't always handsome. This was going to be an enjoyable way to soothe the craving. He just stood and looked at me, his expression unreadable. I felt my heart begin to pound, and I uncrossed and re�crossed my legs, licking my lips unconsciously. I was nervous, and I had long since forgotten what that was like. I liked it...almost. And yet the man in the elegant suit had not moved.

�Restless, I stood and walked toward him. He wanted to be immovable, but I wanted relief. I stood before him, challenging him a bit with my expression as I unbuttoned the blouse and let it drop to the floor. I reached back and unhooked my bra, then let it slowly slide down my arms and fall on top of the blouse. His gaze never flickered from my face. I took his hand and lifted it. For a moment I turned it over a couple of times, examining his fingers. Then I pulled it toward me, intending to cover my breast with it. I had almost succeeded, when he grabbed my wrist.

"No," he said simply. "Not today."

�His voice was soft but authoritative. I felt my thighs clench in both arousal and frustration. Frustration won, and I pulled my hand from his and frowned. I turned my back and took a few steps back toward the bed. If he didn't want to fuck, then what the hell was I doing here? For the first time in a long time I wondered if I should be afraid.

I felt him come up behind me, and he put a hand on my shoulder and leaned his mouth toward my ear. "Please do not be offended. I do very much want to fuck you. But that will not happen today. Today I have some things to say."

A shiver went down my neck and my nipples hardened. All of my attention focused on the warmth of his hand. That simple touch felt soothing and powerful. And for a minute it sounded like a good idea. Talking was not usually something I wanted to do in these strange hotel rooms. But my body was infinitely needier than my mind now. He might be charming and handsome and interesting.....but I was horny and frustrated.

"Look," I said, turning. "You are a very handsome man, and you are probably a master of conversation, but I didn't come here to be sociable. I came here to be fucked. If you aren't going to do it, I have the room for the night, and I can probably find someone to be here in a half hour who will. Maybe you can find a woman to talk to at the bar down the street." I arched an eyebrow again. "So maybe you should just go on d

JK on 03/10/2014 04:05pm
"""I am usually not especially thrilled with boxed sets, but this one surprised me. The first story, Cat and Mouse was a great little murder/mystery story. Our main character, Nina, is blackmailed to help out Detective Ian break up a secret society where a murder has occurred. It has spanking and lots of BDSM fun throughout! I really enjoyed it!! The second story, Bound to Him was also a really good read!! It was definitely a BDSM book! But, WOW was it a good one! The main character, whose name is really Carol, has been through something terrible and feels dead inside. Well, the hero in our story knows just how to show her that she is still alive and kicking!! A very enjoyable story with spanking, and lots of BDSM scenes! The third one, Rosaline and the Marquis, was also a great book! (They were all very different stories, too.) This one centered around a group of college kids that were interested in magic. They stole a book of spells and proceeded to call forth a spirit from the past! This leads to lots of sex, and spankings and even more sex! A fun-filled, fast-paced thriller of sorts!! I would definitely recommend this boxed set!! """
JK on 03/10/2014 04:05pm
"""I am usually not especially thrilled with boxed sets, but this one surprised me. The first story, Cat and Mouse was a great little murder/mystery story. Our main character, Nina, is blackmailed to help out Detective Ian break up a secret society where a murder has occurred. It has spanking and lots of BDSM fun throughout! I really enjoyed it!! The second story, Bound to Him was also a really good read!! It was definitely a BDSM book! But, WOW was it a good one! The main character, whose name is really Carol, has been through something terrible and feels dead inside. Well, the hero in our story knows just how to show her that she is still alive and kicking!! A very enjoyable story with spanking, and lots of BDSM scenes! The third one, Rosaline and the Marquis, was also a great book! (They were all very different stories, too.) This one centered around a group of college kids that were interested in magic. They stole a book of spells and proceeded to call forth a spirit from the past! This leads to lots of sex, and spankings and even more sex! A fun-filled, fast-paced thriller of sorts!! I would definitely recommend this boxed set!! """
BL Froman on 03/10/2014 12:24pm
Bound to Him - This book doesn't have a lot of spanking, but it does have a lot of sex! Personally, I thought the relationship seemed a bit rushed, but I like watching it take shape non the less. Lots of BDSM action. Cat and Mouse - When I first picked this up I wondered what I'd gotten into. The first scene is two women and I'm not a big fan of fem dom's, but I stuck with it. In the next chapters a mystery evolves and you're sucked into a darker BDSM tale. I liked the interaction between the two main characters and found their interactions entertaining. Rosaline and the Marquis - This book had some good sex scenes, but lacked substance to me. While I appreciated the darker elements and bits of magic, there was so much sex that there was very little room for a decent plot. I couldn't really bring myself to care much about the ending.
BL Froman on 03/10/2014 12:24pm
Bound to Him - This book doesn't have a lot of spanking, but it does have a lot of sex! Personally, I thought the relationship seemed a bit rushed, but I like watching it take shape non the less. Lots of BDSM action. Cat and Mouse - When I first picked this up I wondered what I'd gotten into. The first scene is two women and I'm not a big fan of fem dom's, but I stuck with it. In the next chapters a mystery evolves and you're sucked into a darker BDSM tale. I liked the interaction between the two main characters and found their interactions entertaining. Rosaline and the Marquis - This book had some good sex scenes, but lacked substance to me. While I appreciated the darker elements and bits of magic, there was so much sex that there was very little room for a decent plot. I couldn't really bring myself to care much about the ending.
Marybeth on 03/08/2014 01:32pm
"""Cat and Mouse This is a well written story. Nina works as a Domme. She has many famous and politically connected clients, people who come to her to be dominated. It is purely a disciplinary relationship with her clients. One day, she has an appointment with a new client. He has been recommended by a client that she trusts. Unfortunately, she shouldn’t have trusted him. She thought her new client was Jackson Powell, but he really is a detective with Scotland Yard named Ian Flint. He is a dominant who needs a submissive to go undercover. Nina is blackmailed into agreeing. She does not want to be submissive to him. Their relationship is non-consensual. But, there is a happy ending. Bound to Him We start this story with a woman entering a seedy hotel and getting a room. She sends a text, “Room 123. Five minutes. Knock seven times.” Then she strips the comforter off the bed and sprays air freshener. She goes to the bathroom to change clothes and put on more makeup. Then she hears the knocks and goes to answer the door. At this point, I was wondering where on earth this story was going. Prostitutes meeting johns in hotels? Wow. But, then the story continues. The woman tries to entice him to have sex, removing her blouse and bra. But he refuses and says, Please do not be offended. I do very much want to **** you. But that will not happen today. Today I have some things to say. Again, Wow, where is this story going? We finally come to learn that the woman’s real name is Carol and she wants to feel. She feels dead inside. Jonathan proves to her that that isn’t the case by making her orgasm. He asks her to meet him for dinner in a few days and that he will explain everything then. Again, Wow, what a start to a story! I loved it! Eventually, we learn that he is a dominant and that he would like to train her as his submissive. Carol is taken aback by this, but eventually, agrees. He talks her into taking a week’s vacation and staying with him to train as his submissive. They spend the week together and they come to care for one another. I really liked this story. It is very different from most spanking or D/s stories. Yes, there is discipline and obedience, but it is done in a way that respects her as an intelligent woman. Rosaline and the Marquis This is a strange story. A group of bored college students summon the spirit of the Marquis de Sade. Rosalie, one of the students, “borrows” a book from her mother. It is The Witches Book of the Dead. In it are various spells and Peter, another student, uses the one that will bring a spirit back. Of course they think it is bogus, but once everyone leaves, the Marquis shows up and talks with Peter. The rest of the story details how and when they call the Marquis. Everyone has a different experience with him. This is definitely a different kind of book. There is BDSM in this story as opposed to just spanking. """
Marybeth on 03/08/2014 01:32pm
"""Cat and Mouse This is a well written story. Nina works as a Domme. She has many famous and politically connected clients, people who come to her to be dominated. It is purely a disciplinary relationship with her clients. One day, she has an appointment with a new client. He has been recommended by a client that she trusts. Unfortunately, she shouldn۪t have trusted him. She thought her new client was Jackson Powell, but he really is a detective with Scotland Yard named Ian Flint. He is a dominant who needs a submissive to go undercover. Nina is blackmailed into agreeing. She does not want to be submissive to him. Their relationship is non-consensual. But, there is a happy ending. Bound to Him We start this story with a woman entering a seedy hotel and getting a room. She sends a text, Room 123. Five minutes. Knock seven times.۝ Then she strips the comforter off the bed and sprays air freshener. She goes to the bathroom to change clothes and put on more makeup. Then she hears the knocks and goes to answer the door. At this point, I was wondering where on earth this story was going. Prostitutes meeting johns in hotels? Wow. But, then the story continues. The woman tries to entice him to have sex, removing her blouse and bra. But he refuses and says, Please do not be offended. I do very much want to **** you. But that will not happen today. Today I have some things to say. Again, Wow, where is this story going? We finally come to learn that the woman۪s real name is Carol and she wants to feel. She feels dead inside. Jonathan proves to her that that isn۪t the case by making her orgasm. He asks her to meet him for dinner in a few days and that he will explain everything then. Again, Wow, what a start to a story! I loved it! Eventually, we learn that he is a dominant and that he would like to train her as his submissive. Carol is taken aback by this, but eventually, agrees. He talks her into taking a week۪s vacation and staying with him to train as his submissive. They spend the week together and they come to care for one another. I really liked this story. It is very different from most spanking or D/s stories. Yes, there is discipline and obedience, but it is done in a way that respects her as an intelligent woman. Rosaline and the Marquis This is a strange story. A group of bored college students summon the spirit of the Marquis de Sade. Rosalie, one of the students, borrows۝ a book from her mother. It is The Witches Book of the Dead. In it are various spells and Peter, another student, uses the one that will bring a spirit back. Of course they think it is bogus, but once everyone leaves, the Marquis shows up and talks with Peter. The rest of the story details how and when they call the Marquis. Everyone has a different experience with him. This is definitely a different kind of book. There is BDSM in this story as opposed to just spanking. """
Meg on 03/08/2014 01:15pm
"""This is a very good boxed set offering three different stories. In Cat and Mouse, the author has set up a great plot that captured my attention and kept it throughout entire story. The characters were well developed and interesting. In Bound To Him I found the story to be very Hot! I really enjoyed the entire book as well as the sequel I read later called Bound To Fall. The characters truly care for each other and the entire book speaks of the fact that it doesn't matter how old you are - you deserve to be admired, loved and, very much desired. I rate this one a 5! If you enjoy more intense scenes, you will love this one. The last story is Rosaline and the Marquis and tells how 4 young women foolishly use dark magic to return the Marquis de Sade back to life. If you like fantasy and don't mind plot that is a little out there you should enjoy the story. """
Meg on 03/08/2014 01:15pm
"""This is a very good boxed set offering three different stories. In Cat and Mouse, the author has set up a great plot that captured my attention and kept it throughout entire story. The characters were well developed and interesting. In Bound To Him I found the story to be very Hot! I really enjoyed the entire book as well as the sequel I read later called Bound To Fall. The characters truly care for each other and the entire book speaks of the fact that it doesn't matter how old you are - you deserve to be admired, loved and, very much desired. I rate this one a 5! If you enjoy more intense scenes, you will love this one. The last story is Rosaline and the Marquis and tells how 4 young women foolishly use dark magic to return the Marquis de Sade back to life. If you like fantasy and don't mind plot that is a little out there you should enjoy the story. """

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