New Release! Mistress Comes First: A BDSM Story

It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Mistress Comes First: A BDSM Story.

Check out the summary:

When Levi wears his collar, the rest of the world gets a little fuzzy around the edges.

For their six month anniversary, Levi gives his girlfriend, Raleigh, a key to his apartment. Since then, she’s left her soap in his shower and some extra clothes in the back of his dresser. She also added one more item, but it’s one Levi wears…his collar.

Ever since their BDSM lifestyle started, Levi has found a new purpose: pleasing his Mistress. She always took care of him, but most importantly, she always showed him exactly how to please her.

One night, Raleigh gives her submissive a task before coming home with a treat.

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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.

Mistress Comes First

(sample)

An aching shoulder was something Levi could always count on after riding the subway. The orange line out of Downtown Crossing shook his entire body and made it impossible for him to lean his head against a window or slump against a nearby wall while standing.

There was no sympathy on the subway. Claiming prime seats was a dog-eat-dog world. Even if a seat were available, he knew there’d be no point in taking it since he only rode for one stop. Once he was off, he’d push his way through the station’s evening crowd and take the escalator up to the street.

It took three blocks, after that, for him to arrive at his apartment complex. The paint on his front door was chipping, and the door handle had a dent in it for a reason he couldn’t remember, but it still opened if he pushed hard enough.

He stumbled as the door finally opened, then righted himself with a glare back toward the hall.

Stretching, he wandered to the couch and, without ceremony, face-planted into one of the pillows that his girlfriend, Raleigh, had bought for him on a whim. That one smelled like lavender, and it blew the thoughts right out of his head while his shoulders creaked and his back popped, releasing the weight of the day.

She’d bought him four of those pillows for their sixth month anniversary, all of them smelling like a different sort of essence or something like that. In return, he’d given her a key to his apartment.

Still, she’d refused to move in with him. He didn’t know why–most days she spent the night after working long hours at the bank. He’d come home to find her shoes by the front door and her sleeping form sprawled out on the couch or on his bed, distance depending on how tired she was.

The pillows, he reasoned, rolling onto his back, were probably more for her than for him, just like the extra blankets and the stash of tea she kept in one of his cupboards. Also the bras and underwear she kept in the back of his sock drawer or the soap she kept in a corner of his shower.

He would talk her into moving in eventually. She was already halfway there.

He sighed and forced himself to sit upright. He brushed a strand of too-long, dark hair out of his face and cracked his neck, wincing as he went. Everything hurt after a day at work. He sighed as he lumbered to the refrigerator, even as he stretched and tried to make his muscles relax.

His hand had just brushed the refrigerator handle when he saw the note.

It was bright against the gray of the counter, and her cursive was just barely legible in gelled, green ink. He swallowed hard as he pulled away from the refrigerator and picked up the note, instead.

Hello, dear. He could hear her soft chuckle echoing in his head. I’ll be coming over after work today. I want you to wear your collar for me until I get there. There might be a treat for you if you’re a good boy. Don’t let me walk in without seeing it on your neck. See you later!

The lipstick kiss pressed against the paper had smeared a little, but it made his heart race, anyway. He looked away from the note and back to the counter, a little further back from the edge.

His collar was little more than a fitted choker, black and velvety to the touch and plain save for the metal ring in the front. She had preset it on the countertop, her hands likely dragging over the soft fabric before she snuck out of his apartment that morning.

He never regretted giving her a key. Not once.

(end of sample)