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Holding Skye

By: Summer Graystone
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Copyright: ©2017 Blushing Books® and Summer Graystone
Sixteen Chapters / 36,300 Words
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Skye hides her secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about. When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local lifestyle club. She’s horrified and enthralled at what she sees, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body desire. She’s not like these people – or is she? 

The club’s owner notices her reaction and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking… 

Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely, he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes. 

Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow her to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Holding Skye?

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Chapter One 

Skye Black had a problem. She had a secret that she couldn't admit even to herself. She had a secret so dark and twisted that she pushed it deep inside her soul and hid it there.

But some nights, lying in bed, her perverse fantasies slipped through her tightly leashed barriers. Tonight was one of those times and even the sheets were too hot to lie across her sensitive flesh. She could almost feel the rope securing her hands, feel his hard touch—conquering her, driving her crazy and yes, hurting her. She craved pain-filled pleasure and orgasms that made her scream. She wanted to feel his handprint on her ass and then run her fingers over the bruises. The man was a dark figment of her imagination but he fulfilled her hidden desires and though he seldom came, she belonged to him.

* * *

She lived a lie that no one could possibly understand. Gathering every ounce of courage, she possessed, she finally visited a local BDSM club. Her nerves were a shattered mess and she wouldn't admit that the dark scene was a part of her.

She shouldn't be here. The pounding music and the leather and plastic everywhere—it was too much. In a blind panic, she turned to run for the door and slammed into a hard chest.

"Where are you running to, little one?" Master Steve, the Club Sapphire owner asked her in a gentle tone.

"I shouldn't be here," she stammered, trying to shuffle past him.

The man's eyes narrowed as he took her measure, a strong hand catching her arm. "Then why did you come?"

"Because…" She swallowed. "Because I wanted to know."

"Come with me." He half-dragged her across to the bar and snagged a piece of paper from the bartender. Scribbling on it, he folded it into her sweaty palm. "If you really want to know, if you want to learn in a place that's not so overwhelming, follow these instructions." He winked at her. "And don't be late."

* * *

Elijah Erickson's name and address showed starkly on the crumpled paper. This date, at this time, was what Master Steve wrote down. No phone number. She would be crazy to meet an unknown man at his home. But her body thought differently and just holding the paper caused wetness that moistened her panties.

The green door vibrated under Skye's fist. The hum in her body, partly from terror and partly from hot blinding need, made her nervously step from one foot to the other like a child.

The door opened.

Her heart stopped.

Loose sweatpants hung low on his hips but it was his bare chest that caused her heart rate to accelerate. Hard defined muscle moved as he stepped back.

"Come in." His voice matched his body—hard, demanding… beautiful.

She didn't enter. Her gaze rose quickly and caught a glimpse of his crystal blue eyes, a small pink blemish on his right cheek and sensuous full lips before moving back to his chest.

She tried to speak, "H… umm."

A warm hand settled on her shoulder. Somehow, he knew she wanted to run.

His voice softened, "You must be Skye. Please come in." The pressure on her shoulder relaxed and he let her decide.

Her body, with a will of its own, made the decision against the advice of her brain, and with leaden feet, she walked towards his voice. The door swung closed behind her with a jarring thump. His hand tightened, causing a small gasp to escape her throat.

With a slight shove of his arm, her back hit the solid door and his other hand clamped on her opposite shoulder. Air left her lungs and she froze.

His knee pressed between hers and his lips came in close. "You should know better than to go to a stranger's house alone, little one."

His whisper caused delicious shivers to course though her body confusing the danger her brain was telling her she was in.

Terror won and she shoved back but he was stronger and in complete control. Tears threatened to roll and she wasn't sure why she said what she did. "I'm not a little girl." His hold tightened, making her panic and fight in desperation. The entire length of his body pressed into hers. "Let me go or I swear I'll scream."

"Go ahead, little one. No one can hear you."

And she did, not even feeling him release her as she slipped to the floor. Finally, her terror subsided and she slowly looked up—bare feet braced apart, black sweats gathered at his ankles, muscular thighs solid under the weighty material and gulp, a huge erection tenting the front of his pants. His arms were relaxed at his sides. He said nothing, just waited for her to gain some semblance of control. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she wiped them away. "Are you going to kill me?"

He laughed. It was low and throaty, sexy and actually calming. "No, Skye. I plan to do a lot of things to you but nothing you don't want."

Her relief was instant and she began feeling foolish sitting on the floor. Maybe she was more foolish for believing him but she did.

She tried to stand. Strong arms grasped hers, and her legs managed to hold her up with her back against the door again.

He moved closer once more but, this time, she couldn't take her gaze from his. "I know so much about you, Skye, so much more than you know about yourself and, if you trust me, I can make you fly." His hot breath caressed her face.

"What-what are you talking about?"

"It's the reason you went to the BDSM club."

A shudder went through her small frame and the tingling of her clit became uncomfortable. "Why did I go?" Her voice sounded stronger.

His hand caught tightly in her hair and she felt his total control over her. "This is what you want, what your body yearns for."

The fear was back. "No!"

"Yes." He gave a solid tug on her hair. "I won't let you lie to yourself, and if you lie to me, I'll take great delight in punishing you."

Wetness flooded her panties and her clit throbbed. "Please let me go." She lied to herself because she secretly wanted his punishment.

His sinister laugh was back. "I know your hidden desires, your darkest fantasies."

"You couldn't."

"Oh, but I do." His knee pressed upward and pushed against her clit causing the most exquisite pain. "You want me to tie you up and lick you five ways to Sunday." He moved in closer and breathed against her skin, his voice a husky whisper, "You want to beg for an orgasm and when I stick my fingers in your pussy, you'll scream for my cock." He nuzzled his way up to her ear and took the lobe between his teeth, biting gently. "I'll punish you for screaming when you're not allowed, and deep down, this is exactly what you crave."

His fingers teased down her blouse and flicked one rigid nipple. She cried out when he pinched, hard. "You want my stiff cock so deep inside your hot pussy that you're begging for more." He let his warm breath tickle her neck. "When your pussy is painfully swollen and can't take any more, I'll turn you over and fuck your tight ass. Imagine my cock there—your pussy weeping with silky juice and my cock pounding into your ass."

He pulled away and grinned when she shuddered. The tiny mewling sound that escaped her mouth made him chuckle. "Oh, Skye, I know you want this." His pelvic muscles thrust forward and his erection rubbed against her hot pussy. "First a blindfold, then I'll tie you up and torture your pretty little clit, refusing to let you come."

Her breath quickened, and her entire body flushed with desire.

His hands sought her breasts again, and this time, he put unbearable pressure on both nipples until she was on her tippy toes. "I'll teach you how to merge the pain into pleasure."

She gasped for breath.

He licked the side of her neck, his hot tongue gliding across her skin, leaving a trail of moisture. Then he claimed her mouth—ravaged it.

His hands left her nipples and he reached beneath her skirt and rubbed along the outside of her wet panties. Oh god, she was going to come like this. When his fingers touched her clit through the thin material, Skye threw her head back and let out a long wail.

Elijah chuckled and stopped, removing his hand. "You do not have permission to come. I want you wearing my marks first, the ones that stripe your flesh and leave bruises. I could take you to my playroom right now and make your ass a fine shade of red as I spank it hard." He leaned forward and sucked on the small patch of skin beneath her ear as his hand snaked down and found her clit again. He pinched it and the pain overwhelmed her, causing her to scream.

"Are you going to come, Skye? Do not doubt that I control your body. One small movement and you'll fly over the edge." He rubbed his finger over her clit briefly and then stepped away with no part of his body touching hers.

She leaned toward him but his eyes stopped her. Her frustrated groan embarrassed her, but he only smiled devilishly.

His eyes flashed and his voice compelled. "Now, the choice is yours, Skye—walk away—or negotiate."

She shook her head, trying to make sense of his words, trying to control her quivering clit. She almost reached her hand inside her panties but somehow managed to keep her arms at her side. "Negotiate?" The word sounded like it came from someone else.

"If you stay, we will go over your hard limits. I need to know how much you think you can take. I plan to take you past that but we need a starting point. The decision to submit is yours. But here, in my home you will submit fully and do everything I say without question." He inhaled slowly. "Now is your chance to leave; if you don't, you will have a safe word. This is not a game to me."

He raked his eyes down her trembling body but then turned his back and walked away.

 

Chapter Two

Her chest heaved as she watched him walk away. When she spoke with Master Steve at the club, she had no idea that Elijah would be so intense. No one had ever treated her like that before and yet she desired it to happen again and again. Her body trembled with need and she took a few minutes to gather her composure before walking down the long hallway following him into the living room.

Elijah looked at her when she entered and smiled. She had chosen to stay. "Come here, Skye."

She obeyed without thought. There was something about the tone of his voice that left her weak at the knees. She walked over and sat on the small chair next to his.

"I want to ask you a question."

"Okay," she said.

"Why did you lie to me? I can see you are obviously happy with your choice of staying."

She flushed. She'd hoped he hadn't noticed that temporary moment of insanity on her part. She laughed uneasily. "I-I couldn't be like everyone else. I was raised Catholic… to go to church every week, sometimes three and four days a week. To do things like this—it's unforgiveable."

Elijah's brow rose. She was a little religious girl whose parents were too strict on her upbringing. "You have no problem with it now?"

She bit her lip. Why did he have to be so observant? "No, Sir."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." He handed her a few pieces of paper stapled together. "Here, read through this and check off all of your limits. If there is anything I didn't mention, please feel free to add it in."

After a few minutes of watching her he spoke. "Come here."

She was confused. They were already sitting next to each other. "I'm here."

"I want you to kneel." He reached around the big chair and pulled out a leather collar. "This will be a temporary collar. A play collar, if you will, to prove your ownership to me." He stood and gently pulled her to her feet. "Kneel on the floor in front of me. Good, now pick up all of your hair with your left hand and hold it out of the way. Good, now place your right hand on your thigh. Perfect." Elijah snapped the collar around her neck and watched her dark hair fall around it.

"Now, let's talk about your limits and safe words. You know the color system? If there is a problem, you say yellow. If everything is perfect, you say green. Red, we stop completely. Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." He listened to her speak. "I want you to have your own personal safe word, just between us, in case you need me to stop."

"Flowers."

"Flowers?" Elijah held back a chuckle. "Flowers it is. Continue."

"No breath play, no pointless beating… spanking is fine. Absolutely no needles, no fire play, nothing to do with animals. No golden showers and bathroom stuff—I don't know what scat is but I don't like the sound of it."

Elijah laughed. He wasn't into that stuff either; it was merely for fun, to see what kinks she was into.

"…I don't mind the flogging, the crop, the belt isn't my favorite thing, but I can deal with it… but I despise the cane."

"Why?" Elijah was instantly worried. He loved the cane, and if it was a hard limit, then it might be a deal breaker.

"I've heard stories, seen videos… I'm so afraid of it—I have it as a hard limit."

Elijah sighed in somewhat relief. A hard limit could be worked through, with the right submissive. "You're willing to try the cane, Skye? With me? I can promise you that it will hurt but it won't be anything you can't handle."

Skye closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "If it would please you, Sir." She smiled softly as she looked into his eyes.

"It pleases me. We can work up to it. What stories have you read?"

"Oh. Just BDSM stories that I've read on my Kindle."

"Good girl. Keep going. Tell me more about your limits."

She felt something go through her at his praise. She instantly loved being called 'good girl'. "I don't mind being tied up, blindfolded, gagged, bondage…" She continued going through his list. They spoke about everything they would avoid and things she would have to endure like nipple clamps.

Finally, they were finished and he was hard as a rock but there were certain things they needed to go over. He quickly left and returned carrying a small tray with a silver lid.

"Are you hungry, Skye?" he asked her softly.

"Oh, yes, Sir." She quickly moved to his feet and knelt as he had instructed earlier. Gracefully.

Elijah smiled and patted her head gently. "Good girl."

She could have purred on the spot. It felt so good that all of her hard work from practicing had finally paid off and he did approve. "Thank you, Sir." He walked over, sat on his chair and noticed she didn't move from her kneeling position. She was a natural submissive, just needed some help admitting it, accepting it, embracing it. "Are you going to join me?"

"If it will please you, Sir."

"Come over here, Skye," Elijah said with a chuckle. "Do you like Chinese?"

"I do, Sir." Her eyes sparkled.

"Orange chicken?"

"My favorite."

Elijah laughed. "Well, try mine." He lifted the silver lid off the tray to reveal a marvelous looking orange chicken with broccoli and fried rice. He took a bite-sized piece onto the fork and blew on it before holding it out to her.

She reached to take the fork but he shook his head. "Let me feed you, Skye. I desire to feed you—let me be in control."

She felt another surge of dampness between her legs at the simple gesture and opened her mouth slightly. She felt like a young child, being fed by her father but then when their eyes locked, she saw his desire. She saw how much he enjoyed feeding her and she wouldn't deny him the happiness. It made her happy to see him happy. Wasn't that what the life of a submissive was supposed to be?

"You're going home tonight, Skye. There is a lot you need to think about. If you choose to come back tomorrow, we can continue. If not, then it was a fun day." Elijah smiled.

That night, Skye drove home with specific orders not to touch herself even though it killed her not to, and she had to return again the next day for more training. Once in her bed, she tossed and turned and then fell into sleep, only to have a vivid dream.

 

Goldie Nut on 10/20/2017 06:57am
Skye keeps having thoughts to experience BDSM and her intrigue to
experience the life style leads her to a BDSM club and she is shocked
and yet wants to try all the things she sees. The owner gives her a
piece of paper with an address and time to arrive. She meets Elijah
a very serious Dom. Then her life takes on new life and meaning.
Lisa Watson on 10/17/2017 01:25am
Skye has fantasies that she is too ashamed to admit but she finally works up the courage to visit a local lifestyle club. She is just about to run when the owner stops her and gives her a piece of paper with an address, a date and time on. She goes to the address and Elijah is the dominant who answers the door.

They develop a more of a Master/Slave relationship and the book contains a lot of scenes along these lines.

Overall this is a well written book but the Master/Slave relationship just doesn't appeal to me, I am more of a Baileys Little Adventure kind of girl, sorry Summer.

I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy of this book.
John Lindow on 10/13/2017 09:49pm
This was a very sensual and stimulating book by Summer Graystone about the journey of its leading character, Skye, into admitting and more importantly accepting how much she needed and loved and fantasized about the world of BDSM. What I really enjoyed reading in this story was how much attention, love and detail is actually required of the %u201Cmaster%u201D to love, protect and design safe play with his %u201Cslave%u201D, as many people have the misconception that BDSM is only about whips and chains and one person beating the other. This is a voluntary review of an Advanced Reader Copy of this book.
lillie1922 on 10/13/2017 06:14pm
I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book. Elijah Erickson is a Dom. A Dom who can give Skye everything she has ever dreamed about in her secret heart. She aches to move into a life she has only dreamed about. Soon, Elijah becomes her world. She is his, body and soul. Can they stay like this forever? BDSM, spanking, anal.
Lalaland on 10/13/2017 03:09pm
I have never read any of this writer before and decided to try this book to see how I liked it. I truly enjoyed the story which tells of a developing BDSM relationship between Skye and Elijah. Up to now Skye has had all these feelings which she thinks are deviant but at the same time she needs something different from regular vanilla hook ups. At a visit to the local BDSM club Skye is given an address and a time to call. She makes the call and meets Elijah, who is lonely and looking for a submissive who is in tune with his very dominant personality. Skye begins to submit to being trained by Elijah and gradually they fall in love. There are some very hot BDSM scenes and some quite harsh and serious punishments although Elijah can also be very tender and gentle. Basically it is a love story, intelligently told with interesting very human characters with depth and flaws just like any other regular couple. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy and can definitely recommend this book.
Dee on 10/13/2017 01:34pm
This was my first experience reading a Summer Graystone novella and certainly will not be my last. Professionally written, the story flowed well with strong characterizations and an engaging story-line. I did not find the BDSM component overly harsh or particularly sadistic in nature but simply an exploration of a willing participants limits. %u201CHolding Skye%u201D is a good representation of how a relationship might develop, strengthen and grow within the BDSM lifestyle. However, please remember this is a work of fiction and is written for entertainment purposes only.

I recommend %u201CHolding Skye%u201D to those 18 and up who are looking for a quick, spicy satisfying read!

RATING DETAILS (Based on 1 to 5 Gold Stars):
STEAM FACTOR: 4 Stars
WRITING STYLE: 4 Stars
PLOT: 4 Stars
ENGAGING CHARACTERS: 4 Stars
SATISFYING Conclusion: 4 Stars

***I voluntarily received an ARC copy of this book in exchange for my honest review***
Margaret Corcoran on 10/13/2017 06:28am
I loved this book. It's a lot more real than fantasy. The characters are very human and well described. They are full of human flaws, so their mistakes are allowed. It is nice to read a book that not just fantasy. There are plenty of hot spicy sexy BDSM scenes and normal life and love, so lots to hold the reader's interest. The author takes the time for the relationship to develop slowly between Skye and Elijah. I have read several other books by this author and never been disappointed. I received an ARC copy of this book and I highly recommend it.
Tami on 10/13/2017 03:27am
Skye does have cravings and would love to submit to the Dom of her dreams. Unfortunately, she has trouble to go for the things she wants. It changes when she meets Elijah. He becomes her Dom and she blossoms under his care.

The book is well written and the intimate scenes were very descriptive. There were some situations when I felt that Elijah was too harsh to Skye. But then, he could also be very gentle. Though I liked both Elijah and also Skye, I felt that the BDSM play was not always ssc and this is something that made me uncomfortable. Overall, I liked the book.

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