Grayson had everything she wanted—the perfect life, the perfect
job, nothing to hold her back. Or so she thought until she attended a
BDSM convention in Las Vegas that turned her world upside down and
had her questioning everything. Approached by an old friend about a
business opportunity in Reno, she’s forced to look at her current
situation and make life altering decisions. Violet Jennings is a
quiet submissive who longs for acceptance in her life. She begins to
find an inner peace while working as a receptionist in a BDSM club.
When she meets the mysterious M, she’s driven by a need to serve
more than ever been before. Together, will these two be able to find
the happiness that has alluded them? Will the need to dominate and
serve be enough? Or will they find more than they were looking for?
and washing my face, I slipped a gray tank top on and walked out in just
that and my panties. I struggled to keep a straight face as she stared
last time I’d had someone spend the night. It had been a really long
time, and even then, it wasn’t like this. It was usually due to the fact
that one or both of us had been drinking and didn’t want to drive home.
This was totally different. I wanted her here, and she wanted to be here.
legs and my nipples harden. She was wearing the same pale pink bra, but
she also had on a pair of pink boy shorts.
action, but the idea behind it—that I might not appreciate her
body—saddened me. I knew she’d need a lot of reassurance that she made
me happy, and her practically nude in my bed was an occasion to
like that for a moment before I allowed my hands to explore once again.
It wasn’t even two minutes later and I had her panties and bra off.
with my fingers and you are going to come every time I tell you to.”
tight body. She whimpered as I added a second then a third finger. She
was so tight I had no idea how I’d fist her, but it was something I
planned to do. When a woman allowed herself to be fisted, she was giving
total submission, and that’s exactly what I wanted from all of my pets.
This wasn’t the time for that, though. I had a feeling it would take a
lot of work to get her ready for that.
comfortable when responding to my commands. Already, my hand was coated
in wetness and her clit was swollen beneath my fingertip.
clench around me, and a moment later watched as the white fluid coated
my palm and fingers.
come coated one and placed it against her lips while I began my
relentless fucking with the other hand.
breast. Choosing a milky white spot just below her left nipple, I sucked
hard and fast. I released her breast with a pop and looked down at the
dark purple mark I’d made. “That’s one.”
fingers again. Pulling the come covered digits from her body, I placed
them in her mouth to clean off while pumping hard and fast with the
newly cleaned hand. Again, I lowered my head and marked her breast.
multiple times if stimulated. Then there are women like Violet. The more
she came, the easier it was to find that next orgasm. By the fourth
one, the fifth one was only a minute or two away. In the end, there were
eight dark purple marks covering her left breast, one for each orgasm.
want to be able to bring you to orgasm.” I nodded, indicating she
should go on. “I’d like to see your breasts. I’ve been imagining them
all day. But what I really want is to mark you the way you marked me.”
marking, were simply things I didn’t allow submissives to do. Then
again, things with Violet were different than they’d ever been before,
so maybe it was time to branch out a little.
promising that I’ll have an orgasm, but if I do, I’ll make sure that
you know it. You may use one or two fingers, nothing else. You may not
put anything near my asshole.”
me expectantly. “This is what you want, little one. If you want to see
my breasts, you’re going to have to remove my shirt.”
found the cotton hem of my tank top. She began to slide it up and gasped
as the thin material moved over my breasts. I loved the look on her
but you said you wanted to see them, not touch them.” She pouted a bit
but pulled back. “However, if you still want to finger fuck my pussy,
all you need to do is remove my panties.”
her head between them earlier, but this time it would be her fingers
bringing me pleasure.
second finger found the first and she pushed them inside of me. “Ungh,”
we both moaned at the same time.
two of her tiny fingers. It felt amazing, but the look on her face was
what excited me the most. It was pure joy as she watched my pussy get
wetter and wetter with each stroke. Occasionally, her eyes would look
away and to my breasts. I knew how much she wanted to touch them and I
admired her self restraint.
still able to speak in a controlled volume. “You may touch my breasts,
reopening, zoned in on her target. With one hand in my pussy, her other
began to pinch and knead at my breasts.
orgasm a few times, but I pushed it back. It wasn’t that I didn’t want
to come for her, I just wanted her to work for it, and, knowing my own
body, the longer I held off, the better it would feel when I did allow
furiously. She pursed her lips together in what I first thought was
concentration, but when I noticed the a slight wiggle, I realized that
she was fighting an orgasm of her own. I loved that my little girl got
so aroused by serving me. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I found
her clit soaking wet and engorged beyond belief.
back a smile at how close she was with just one touch from me.
and squeezed my nipple hard. Closing my eyes, I allowed the orgasm to
wash over me. I felt the come flow from my body moments before my hand
was drenched in her own liquid.
if she wasn’t in control of it, until finally she collapsed on top of
me in a lifeless heap.
rolled her onto her back and looked down at her breasts. One was covered
in marks, the other pale and smooth. Leaning down, I took the unmarked
one into my mouth and sucked hard. Leaving the biggest mark yet, I sat
up and smiled.
devotion she showed in her eyes. I also loved the way she made me feel. I
had no description for it, but I’d never really felt this way before
and the feeling seemed addicting.
She’d given her faith and trust to me and had asked for so little in return. I
wanted to grant her every wish. I looked into her eyes and ran my hand
up her back and to her hair. I nodded once and pulled her to my breast.
“Go ahead, my sweet little one. Mark me.”
Cole is a midwestern girl with a kinky side. She works by day and
writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and
serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to
write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life
through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her
love of those characters and respect for their stories come through
loud and clear in her writing. Reaching Amazon’s top 100 list in
Erotica with Midnight Caller and Landslide, NJ Cole promises to
entertain and excite the reader with her newest tales of love,
romance, and as always, hot, steamy sex.