NAUGHTY BITS - A Male Dominant / female submissive BDSM romance novel

  • 1 year ago
  • 31 min read
  • 4,736 Aufrufe

She’d gotten into the habit of treating a self-inflicted climax like the impulse decision to eat a cookie. Empty calories but instant gratification, no matter the regret afterward. If Logan were here, he would deny her. Just thinking about that, the mere fantasy of his presence, made her wet. How dangerous would the reality be?

EXCERPT FROM NAUGHTY BITS – Buy links at https://storywitch.com/book-nb-nbc/

Logan revealed a carved wooden box. Placing it on the counter and opening it, he withdrew a pair of police handcuffs, a key, and what appeared to be a tarot deck, contained in a transparent gauze bag. The cuffs made her stiffen, but he put the three things down before her in a precise line.

“I thought a little experiment might help you understand how Alice ran her store so successfully. You’ll be alone when you do it. It’s a self-test.”

That made her feel a little better, but even so, Madison wasn’t giving an unconditional response to anything. “What kind of test?”

He put his finger on the key and met her gaze. “Freeze this in an ice tray. Change into something that makes you feel sexy. I’m thinking you go for the simple and devastating. A lace black thong and nothing else, except a necklace. A pretty choker.”

She had a jet bead choker. It was one of her favorites, reminiscent of the 1940s. Maybe because of the close fit around her neck, the caress of the beads, it always made her feel supremely feminine and sexy. She’d had an all-too-similar sensation when he’d closed his fingers around her throat.

She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue. She wasn’t going to tell him about the choker, and she definitely wasn’t going to get in an in-depth discussion about her underwear choices. But she didn’t tell him to stop.

“After the key is frozen in the ice, put on the cuffs. Take the ice and this deck of cards to an open space on your floor. Kneel.”

When he spoke the one word, her knees weakened. She thanked the gods she was wearing slacks that covered the reaction. With that penetrating scrutiny, Logan could probably discern an elevation in heart rate, let alone a visible quiver in her knees. “Fan them out in a circle around you,” he said, “and flip thirteen of them randomly. When you look at the images, think of them like breadcrumbs, leading you to your own fantasies. Then think about the type of breadcrumbs the store can offer people coming through your door, helping them reach their own.”

He was an expert in his field, so to speak. This was his milieu, and he was simply trying to help her understand how to run the erotica store her sister had left to her. Being entranced by how he put the items back in the box, and how his fingers felt brushing hers when he handed over the box was incidental.

The carving on the top was the triskelion. As her fingers slid over it, he nodded to the symbol. “Do you know its meaning?”

“I know it represents BDSM somehow.”

“It can represent a lot of things. The three sections”—he placed a finger on one of them— “can symbolize safe, sane and consensual, the core mantra of BDSM. Or the three types of practitioners; Doms, subs and switches. A lot of important things in life connect to a trinity.” He shifted his hand, touching her knuckle as he did so. She didn’t move it away. Acknowledging it, he lingered there, teasing the soft, thin skin between two of her knuckles. She realized she was holding her breath again. She felt his eyes on her, but kept her own on their hands.

“The small hole in each section represents how the need for Dominance or submission can’t be satisfied alone.”

He touched her chin, lifting it so that her eyes met his. “No one figures everything out the first day, Madison,” he said mildly. “Alice said you were a type A personality, a perfectionist. You have to give yourself time to learn.”

Alice was never afraid of making mistakes. Of course, why would she have been? Her sister’s mistakes had a way of turning into successes, whereas even Madison’s successes often turned out to be failures in disguise. She was afraid of doing the same to the store Alice had loved.

“Thanks for the box.” Hugging it to her, she stepped back. “I might do it. It beats surfing cable.”

Or dreading another day of the polite, get-away-from-me looks from her customers. If this could help her feel better about that, it might be worth it. But she wasn’t going to make him any promises about doing it. “Thanks for all the lessons. Professor.”

He didn’t say anything and she frowned, looking down at the counter again. “You make me uncomfortable when you stare like that.”

“I don’t think making you comfortable is what you need from me, Madison. But I do like to see you smile.” Pulling a magnet off the antique cash register, he handed it to her. “On the house.”

“’Think of all the women on the Titanic who passed up dessert.’” As she read it, she couldn’t help it; she smiled, and it stayed there when his expression eased into the same.

“That’s better. I’ll walk you out.” He took her elbow. “When you stay late, you should move your car to the front, or let me know when you’re leaving, so Troy or I can escort you. It’s a safe area, but a deserted alley is still a deserted alley. Best not to take risks.”

Yet he and her dead sister had no problem pushing her to risk her sanity, with his not-so-subtle offers to unleash his Dominant side on her senses. Hell, he was already doing it, as if it was such an intrinsic part of him, he couldn’t help himself when he was around a submissive.

She flinched inwardly. Stop thinking of yourself that way. “It’s nice of you to do this, but I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I’m sure it is. I’m still walking you to your car.”

He was moving her down the center aisle, back past the fasteners, hooks, ropes. She tried not to think of all the ways they could be used. Dom Depot, indeed. But the danger was never the sword, but who was wielding it. Nice phallic entendre there, Madison. Alice wo

Mehr anzeigen
0%
ABOUT
WEITERGEBEN
Written by Story Witch
Hochgeladen July 22, 2020
Notes When Madison inherits an erotica shop from her sister, she doesn't know the first thing about running one - or so she thinks. Logan Scott, the hardware store manager next door, is a Dominant who sees the yearning submissive within Madison. He'll help her bring all that sensuality forth, both to accept him as her Master, and to embrace the much more vibrant life that Naughty Bits offers her.
AddTo content hare