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Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Descriptions
The Prize
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
About Ashe Barker
Devious Tactics
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About Katy Swann
An Intimate Friendship
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
About Rosalie Stanton
Unconventional
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About Lucy Felthouse
Maid
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About Anarie Brady
The Auction
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
About Rose C. Carole
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His Domain
ISBN # 978-1-78651-121-8
The Prize ©Copyright Ashe Barker 2016
Devious Tactics ©Copyright Katy Swann 2016
An Intimate Friendship ©Copyright Rosalie Stanton 2016
Unconventional ©Copyright Lucy Felthouse 2016
Maid ©Copyright Anarie Brady 2016
The Auction ©Copyright Rose C. Carole 2016
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright November 2016
Edited by Ann Leveille
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His Domain
The Prize
Ashe Barker
Devious Tactics
Katy Swann
An Intimate Friendship
Rosalie Stanton
Unconventional
Lucy Felthouse
Maid
Anarie Bradyr
The Auction
Rose C. Carole
‘The Prize’ by Ashe Barker
A night to remember…
When she shows up at the prestigious Vivant Club to claim her raffle prize of one month’s free membership, Jessie Barnett doesn’t know what to expect. She’s trembling as she enters, but her inner submissive is dancing for joy, and nothing is going to stop her from claiming what she has won.
Jessie is no stranger to the BDSM scene, but this is a new club, a new city, she knows no one and has no idea what to expect. That’s all right, though, as it turns out the two powerful Doms who are hers for the evening have no doubt at all what they require from her—complete surrender, on her knees.
Jessie is happy to comply. This is what she came here in search of. But will one evening’s pleasure, however intense, however delightfully tinged with exquisite pain, be enough? Once she has submitted to them totally, will Mark and Greg see their business with her as having been concluded? Or is there more to be won, a greater prize, hovering just beyond her reach?
‘Devious Tactics’ by Katy Swann
She’s been caught in his playroom. Should she leave or should she resort to devious tactics to get what she wants?
When Sami Jenkins is offered the chance to write a major scoop for her newspaper, she jumps at it. All she has to do is find proof that a successful businessman is a drug dealer. If she succeeds she will land a promotion that will secure her future as a top investigative journalist.
But Sami isn’t prepared for Jet’s powerful charisma when she meets him. As an ex-Air Force fighter pilot, Jet is both commanding and charming, leaving Sami confused by her attraction to him. When she attends a party hosted by Jet on his lavish yacht, she sneaks off to search his office. Sami doesn’t find any evidence of drugs, but what she does stumble across leaves her speechless. She has inadvertently found Jet Whitely’s extravagant and very kinky playroom.
When Jet catches her he gives her a choice. Either he calls the police and she can explain to them what she was doing there, or she can stay and discover the delights that his playroom has to offer. But can she trust someone she suspects of being a criminal to tie her up and do unspeakably delicious things to her body?
‘An Intimate Friendship’ by Rosalie Stanton
A simple request. A single night. A relationship changed forever.
For Walker, embracing his nature as a Dominant was not easy, especially since it jeopardized his relationship with his best friend, Sasha. Though years have passed, he has not quite gotten over her initial rejection. His club, Escapade, is his solace—the one place where he can comfortably be himself.
The night Sasha went to Escapade to finalize a business partnership, she saw things that sparked in her a bone-deep hunger. Now Sasha believes she might be a sexual submissive, but she needs to know for certain before she embraces the lifestyle. And there is only one man she trusts to tie her up.
Walker has spent the past ten years trying to bury his feelings for Sasha, believing she could never fully accept him. When she asks him to be her guide in exploring his world, though, everything changes. He knows he can’t say no, but he goes in with reservations. She could reject him all over again in a way it would be impossible to recover from.
And if she doesn’t reject him, Walker knows a single night will never be enough.
‘Unconventional’ by Lucy Felthouse
Penny’s being punished for doing something stupid. But will her punishment turn out to be the best-ever reward?
Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law could put an end to her career before it’s even begun. B
ut thanks to her lawyer daddy’s contacts, she’s been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself and make her stupid behavior go away.
Which is how she ends up working in a soup kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of it. She’s not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge, she’s even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, Maddox is the sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets to know him, she starts to see things differently. He’s had a checkered past himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous career as a top chef.
Maddox may have unconventional looks, but Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself attracted to him. He’s a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely different stages, but in spite of this, there’s an undeniable connection between them.
When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where will it lead?
‘Maid’ by Anarie Brady
Alice, far from horrified by her new boss’ methods of discipline, embraces a new job, a new lifestyle and a new relationship.
Billionaire Vincent Vanderson holds his household staff to the same exacting standards that he holds himself. But when his newest maid, Miss Alice, responds so deliciously to her first discipline, his thoughts turn far more carnal than professional.
‘The Auction’ by Rose C. Carole
When David puts his sub Jenna up for auction, they both get more than they bargained for.
Jenna is unhappy that her Dom is putting her up for auction at their club event. But he isn’t exceeding her limits, so she has to do as he says. Watching the other participants offer themselves up and get bought increases Jenna’s confidence and as the evening goes on, she finds beauty in unexpected places.
Watching the scenes after the auction is over definitely excites her and her two Doms for the evening. By the time they have their own scene in the harem room, everyone is so turned on they can’t wait. After an intense experience, Jenna comes to realize that not only have she and her Dom connected in a way they hadn’t before, but they’ve learned a lot about each other that will help keep the fires alive in their relationship well into the future…
THE PRIZE
Ashe Barker
Dedication
This story is dedicated to my husband, for putting up with me, and to my daughter who I continue to regard as a work in progress.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Velcro: Velcro Industries B.V.
Budweiser: Anheuser-Busch, LLC
Chapter One
I swallow hard as I regard the polished oak door before me. The steps leading up to it are a distinguished dark granite, gleaming and austere yet stately, separating the mysteries to be discovered beyond that portal from the understated grandeur of this quiet West London suburb.
I glance from my left to my right, scanning the wide, well-lit, tree-lined avenue on either side, the pleasant-lawned gardens, the gated driveways. There can’t be a property on this street that would sell for less than two million pounds. I wouldn’t mind betting that the well-heeled inhabitants lucky enough to reside here have not the slightest idea of the kinky fun and games to be enjoyed right at the heart of their peaceful little slice of middle England.
Or perhaps they do. Perhaps it’s no accident that this gracious mansion should be located here, catering to the kinkier tastes of the city elite. Certainly the fees charged by the Vivant Club suggest a seriously wealthy clientele. It’s only by pure, dumb luck that such a lowly individual as me should be so much as flirting with the notion of climbing those steps and pressing the doorbell.
I won a competition. Not even a competition, not really. A raffle would better describe it. First prize—one month’s complimentary membership of the prestigious Vivant Club, and an evening’s kinky entertainment courtesy of not one but two of the establishment’s most experienced Doms. So here I stand, my calf-length faux leather trench coat concealing the fetish wear beneath as I consider spinning on one of my five-inch spike heels and making a run for it.
I abandon that notion. Running is simply not an option in these shoes and, in any case, I want to claim my prize. Painfully shy as a rule, quiet, unassuming, every inch the staid legal secretary the world normally sees, it is only when I slip into my latex or leather gear and leave my second-floor apartment to totter down to my car in heels that scream ‘fuck me’ that I can let my usual inhibitions slide from my shoulders.
I love it all—the smell of leather and the heady arousal that aroma always evokes for me, the sound of a decent spanking being administered across a crowded dungeon, the hum of voices, the squeals and moans of submissive joy. Better still, the sting and burn on those occasions when it’s my own bottom bared for the attention of a Dom with a gloriously firm hand. The magical sensation of release as pain builds, grows and blooms to eventually penetrate every nerve ending as I go limp on the bench, a vessel to simply absorb sensation, to receive, to accept, to submit.
Freedom, liberation, a sense of being weightless, untethered, the tight twist of climax then the gentle warmth of the drift back to reality. This is followed by the purity and sense of renewal as my Dom for the evening murmurs words of comfort, encouragement and approval before we go our separate ways.
Tonight will be no different, or so I hope, though the setting is more opulent. And two Doms—now there’s a nice twist. I wonder if they’ll do some sort of ‘good cop, bad cop’ thing. Will they work on me together or take turns? Will I have the choice of who tops me? Will they both expect to fuck me?
One way to find out. I climb the steps and press the brass button marked, helpfully, ‘Bell’.
The door is opened by a butler, of all things. This I didn’t expect. Now a French maid perhaps, or even a waiter wearing a bow tie and nothing else, but this vision of pinstriped elegance who regards me from within the gleaming hallway comes as a surprise.
“Yes? May I help you, madam?” his tone is matter-of-fact, as though it’s an everyday occurrence to answer the door to a lone woman in a long leather coat.
“I… Yes. I’m expected. I think.”
“Are you a member, madam?” he inquires, one imperious eyebrow lifting as he awaits my response.
“No. I mean, yes, I think I am.” Has my prize been activated already? Has my month started?
“You have your card, madam?”
“No, not yet. I’m new. I just—”
“You are Miss Barnett?”
“Yes. Yes, I am. Jessie Barnett.” I offer my hand and he takes it and shakes briefly. “I won a competition.”
“Indeed, madam. Indeed you did. Please, come inside.” He steps back and opens the door wide in order to gesture me past him into the minimalist tiled hallway. My stilettos clatter on the gleaming floor tiles as I enter and I stop myself from apologizing for making such a din.
For a few moments, I just stand and stare about me at the expanse of luxurious emptiness. The floor is a very pale gray, the walls a brilliant white, and the staircase that arches off to the right sports a dark mahogany handrail and kingfisher-blue deep pile carpeting. There is no furniture, nothing to soften the austere lines or to offer the slightest sense of warmth. This place is cold, almost arctic, designed to intimidate. I stiffen my shoulders and turn to face the doorman.
“Do I need to sign in or anything?”
“No, madam. We know who you are. My name is Pemberton and I shall be on hand all evening if you require my services for any reason.”
“Your…services?”
“Yes, madam. Refreshments, perhaps, or any desired items of equipment. And, of course, should there be any safe word incident, I will attend to ensure your safety and wellbeing.”
“Ah, you’re the
Dungeon Master, then?”
“No, madam. I am Pemberton, as I believe I mentioned. And I am absolute Master here.”
“I…see.” I regard the imposing figure with renewed respect. Is this man to be one of the Doms who will attend to my somewhat singular needs, then?
“Good. If you would accompany me, Miss Barnett, we can get the formalities sorted out and you may proceed with your evening’s entertainment.”
I nod, then follow him in silence as he crosses the hallway and shows me into a small anteroom. There is a table and one chair in the center of the space. A sheet of thick, cream-colored paper lies on the table, and alongside it a pen.
“Please read our terms of business, Miss Barnett, and if you find everything acceptable, perhaps you would be so good as to sign the document where indicated. Once that is completed, you may remove your outer clothing and leave it here along with your handbag, phone and any other personal items. I shall ensure they are kept safely for you and you may retrieve your things from me before you leave. When you are ready, please proceed into the playroom that has been assigned to you and your companions for the evening. You will find it through that door.” He pauses to indicate the door at the opposite end from the one we entered by. “You will receive further instructions at that stage. So, do you have any questions for me now?”
“No, thank you. Sir,” I add the last word, as an afterthought. Pemberton bows his head, then withdraws to leave me alone in the room.
The document is fairly standard consent form stuff, confirming my agreement to be restrained, paddled, spanked and other similar ‘treatments,’ as well as my right to call a halt to any and every activity by using the universally understood traffic lights system of safe words. It requires me to indemnify the establishment against any claim for liability in the event of some mishap befalling me while engaged in said activities, and requires me not to divulge details of the Vivant Club to any individual outside these premises.