His to Train
Latest release: October 17, 2014
Erotica · Erotic
Series
5
Books
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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, humiliation, discipline, multiple partners, forced exhibition, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Jennifer's dominant, Robert, has applied for the two of them to become members in the highly exclusive Tremboix Society, a BDSM network of the city's most powerful and influential. Though Robert Daniels surely falls within that category, he agrees that they must go through the Tremboix's rigorous screening process. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Tremboix uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Jennifer finds herself standing alone before a gathering of the city's most powerful and sexually dominant men with only one task: obey.
Excerpt:
"Any woman can give in to a little rough sex," he went on. "A firm hand or even a couple tight knots and most women think they've learned what it is to give in and submit."
His hand brushed upwards from my hip, caressing the side of my breast almost imperceptibly, and then ran back down and out over my sensitive stomach. He felt me trembling in his hands - felt each little, automatic response to every contact he made with me. The hand rose again and cupped my right breast, teasing at the nipple ever so lightly. I felt myself thrusting my chest into his hand, begging for more substantial stimulation, but his hand withdrew in just far enough to maintain its infuriating lightness.
All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as his one inch at a time.
As he continued to speak, his tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. "But me, I can tell when a woman is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn't have anything at all to do with ropes." The tips of his fingers brushed the lace of my panties.
"Do you know what I mean, Jennifer?"
"Yes," I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just his touch but his orchestration. He was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but his scent, issuing me deeper into his world of physical bliss.
"Yes, sir," I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jack, of course, knew precisely what he was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from him. I would be safe in his arms, his touch told me. I could let myself go.
Jennifer's dominant, Robert, has applied for the two of them to become members in the highly exclusive Tremboix Society, a BDSM network of the city's most powerful and influential. Though Robert Daniels surely falls within that category, he agrees that they must go through the Tremboix's rigorous screening process. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Tremboix uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Jennifer finds herself standing alone before a gathering of the city's most powerful and sexually dominant men with only one task: obey.
Excerpt:
"Any woman can give in to a little rough sex," he went on. "A firm hand or even a couple tight knots and most women think they've learned what it is to give in and submit."
His hand brushed upwards from my hip, caressing the side of my breast almost imperceptibly, and then ran back down and out over my sensitive stomach. He felt me trembling in his hands - felt each little, automatic response to every contact he made with me. The hand rose again and cupped my right breast, teasing at the nipple ever so lightly. I felt myself thrusting my chest into his hand, begging for more substantial stimulation, but his hand withdrew in just far enough to maintain its infuriating lightness.
All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as his one inch at a time.
As he continued to speak, his tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. "But me, I can tell when a woman is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn't have anything at all to do with ropes." The tips of his fingers brushed the lace of my panties.
"Do you know what I mean, Jennifer?"
"Yes," I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just his touch but his orchestration. He was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but his scent, issuing me deeper into his world of physical bliss.
"Yes, sir," I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jack, of course, knew precisely what he was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from him. I would be safe in his arms, his touch told me. I could let myself go.
