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  Copyright© 2012 Evernight Publishing

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-047-6

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  KEYBOARDS AND KINK

  Edited by Marie Medina

  13 Author Anthology

  *ADULTS ONLY*

  The Satin Rose Experience by Sandra Bunino

  Immortal Game by Danica Avet

  Changing the Rules by Vanessa Devereaux

  Night Games by Carolyn Rosewood

  The Stranger You Know by Melissa Hosack

  Session Interrupted by Raven McAllan

  Type Dirty to Me by Kassanna

  The Queen of Happy Endings by Annalynne Russo

  Willing Her by Ashlynn Monroe

  AFK (A C.O.V.E.N. Story) by Casey Moss

  Her Demon Charms by Xandra James

  Up All Night by Jorja Lovett

  Lara’s Liaison by Eve Meridian

  THE SATIN ROSE EXPERIENCE

  Sandra Bunino

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Asher Cane had an itch that needed to be scratched. Thoughts of throwing in the plain vanilla towel and paying a visit to his longtime favorite BDSM club, Paddles, filled his head until something or rather someone caught his eye. A woman swung open the door and walked into his office. The look on her face told him she was shocked to see him behind the desk.

  “Oh! Sorry, I must be lost. I thought this was Mr. Lockwood’s office. I need to drop these contracts off.”

  Asher surveyed the woman. He was sure she was new to Rosebud Resorts because he would have definitely noticed her before. Looks like hers were not soon forgotten. He smiled and stood from his chair. “James Lockwood’s office is one door down from mine. I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Asher Cane,” he said slowly as he extended his hand to her.

  “I’m Mia. Mia Lavender,” she said so softly it came out like a whisper. He barely caught her name. She kept her head lowered as she looked up at him like a child. However, there was nothing childlike about Mia. A thick line of eyelashes framed her crystal blue eyes. Her dark hair, which was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, emphasized her high cheekbones. His stomach clenched as he held her delicate, warm hand in his own. Silently, he willed his cock to behave. The last thing he needed was for it to become an obvious barometer of just how turned on he’d become.

  Mia looked down at their hands and pulled hers away. “S-sorry to have bothered you.” She turned and left his office so quickly, the only thing he saw was the back of her stiletto heels and a piece of paper that floated to the floor from the bundle of files she carried.

  Asher waited until she passed his door, then like a hound dog on a hot trail, he followed her as she headed toward the company’s communications department and took a seat in one of the cubicles. Asher walked with purpose to the low gray wall of the partition, never taking his eyes from her. She glanced up and gave him that deer in headlights look as if she were a caged animal looking for escape. He maintained his unwavering stare.

  “C-can I help you with something?”

  “You dropped this.” Asher smiled and handed her the sheet of paper. “It was nice to meet you, Mia.”

  She smiled and looked down at her desk. Asher waited a moment and silently urged her to look up and meet his glance once more. Their eyes locked. When Mia broke their stare he tapped the top of her cube and returned to his office.

  Asher made a habit of walking past her desk and greeting her early every morning. Even though she appeared more at ease with him over days of the same routine, she rarely said more than a few words. However, he noticed she looked over her shoulder for him each morning, seemingly waiting for his appearance. He doubted she would be an easy conquest but she was one worth waiting for.

  Every morning Asher counted on two things: Mia’s sexy pair of stilettos and the allure of her neatly tied bun at the nape of her delicate neck. The way her long sexy skirts and silky blouses hugged her curves sent him to the gym after work to run off his pent up frustration. There was just something about her that kept him up at night. When he did sleep, he woke in a cold sweat dreaming about unpinning her long dark hair from its perfect bun and letting it flow down her back before wrapping it around his hand and pulling straight down so her chin lifted upward. Asher sat straight up in his bed and wondered how a plain vanilla woman had control over his dreams without having said a dozen words.

  Chapter Two

  Surprised to find her desk empty when he walked by at his usual time, Asher glanced at her computer monitor as he passed. She had recently been at her desk because not only was her computer on, but also an iPad screen sitting next to her keyboard glowed. He instantly recognized a Twitter bio page. Asher peeked over the cubicle wall and made note of the Twitter handle—@stilettolove99. Bingo. He smiled. This is going to be fun.

  Back in his office, Asher logged into his Twitter account and searched for her handle. He hadn’t noticed her name and avatar while at her desk, but when he saw them, they intrigued him more. The name above her handle was “Missive Mia” and her avatar picture contained a shiny black stiletto heeled shoe wrapped in a long black whip. It took a lot to shock Asher but thoughts of that coiled whip and her Twitter name made his jaw drop and his cock stand up and take notice. His mind flooded with visions of possibilities. The pieces of the puzzle started to come together. Her stilettos, her neat little bun, the fact that she wouldn’t maintain eye contact with him for more than a few seconds, not to mention how she had him completely unraveled—these were all indications that she was either a submissive or wanted to be one. Either way, she was going to be his.

  He had to tread lightly and needed a plan, but first she had to follow him on Twitter. His handle, @MandAGuy, and black mask avatar were nondescript. There were no identifiers to connect to him. He clicked the Follow button and leaned back in his chair, willing his breathing back to normal.

  ****

  Mia returned to her desk and realized her iPad was open to Twitter. I have to be more careful. She didn’t know the company’s position on social media during working hours, but she was sure if someone noticed her Twitter handle or associated tweets she might be out of a job. She’d recently moved to New York alone and couldn’t afford to risk her employment. Mia began to close the cover of her iPad when she noticed a new follower. She smiled and thought about all of the sudden new attention she’d received since changing her avatar. Quickly assessing her new follower, @MandAGuy, she decided she liked the black mask. Sure, why not? She tapped the Follow button before tucking the iPad into her purse.

  ****

  Asher checked his Twitter feed throughout the evening, like a hungry tiger waiting to pounce. Finally Missive Mia made her appearance with a tweet to another follower. Asher typed and clicked the Tweet button and watched his contribution flow into his Twitter stream.

  M&A Guy @MandAGuy

  @stiletto
love99 Hello Mia. Thank you for the follow.

  After a couple of minutes he received her reply.

  Missive Mia @stilettolove99

  @MandAGuy Thank you too, M&A!

  He grinned at the easy connection. The door opened and he had to decide how to proceed. He could play in either of two speeds, slow or fast. If he proceeded cautiously, it could take weeks or possibly months to get anywhere. He didn’t have that kind of time to waste. However, if he came on too strong he ran the risk of losing the Twitter connection. He weighed the risk and decided he didn’t have anything to lose because she didn’t know who he was. He clicked the DM button.

  I’m curious, what does Missive

  Mia mean?

  What do you think it means, M&A?

  Ah, answering a question with a

  question. I think it means you’re

  a submissive or are sub-curious.

  Yes

  Which?

  The latter.

  An even bigger grin played across his lips. This is getting interesting. Asher typed his response.

  Have you ever played in that

  sandbox before?

  That’s a pretty personal

  question, isn’t it?

  You don’t have to answer it.

  No

  No, you are not answering it or

  no you have not played?

  The latter, again.

  What about you, M&A?

  What about me?

  Well, which do you prefer?

  Mergers or acquisitions?

  Acquisitions are more interesting

  than mergers.

  I figured.

  Figured what?

  You’re a Dom.

  So here we are. I’m D and you’re

  s-curious.

  He started to add: I can help your curiosity but deleted the last line before replying. It was too much, too soon.

  G’Night M&A

  Good night, Mia.

  After that conversation, Missive Mia and M&A Guy chatted daily via DM. Some nights their DM exchanges just contained a quick hello but other times their tweeting sessions lasted late into the evening. Each night he reeled her further into his world.

  You say you are curious. What

  is it you would like to know?

  IDK, I guess I would like to know

  if I would like it.

  Trust me, you’ll like it. What’s stopping

  you from trying it? Experimenting.

  Finding the right person.

  You’ve found him.

  Don’t be silly. I don’t know

  anything about you.

  We’ve already determined we both live

  in NYC. So why don’t you interview me?

  Shoot.

  How old are you?

  35

  Stats? Ht, wt, build, skin, hair

  and eye color?

  6’1”, 180 (fit/work out daily)

  dark hair & eyes. Caucasian.

  U sound too good to be true.

  Are you lying?

  No

  Then why bother with me?

  If you are what you describe,

  women are prob throwing

  themselves at you.

  RU married?

  No and the women you mention

  don’t interest me.

  But I do?

  Yes. Go ahead and ask me

  another question.

  Ok, here’s a situational question.

  What can I expect the first time in

  the sandbox, as you call it?

  Oh, sweet Mia. The things I would do to you! He had to be careful not to scare her away.

  It all depends on whom it’s with.

  For argument’s sake, let’s say it’s you.

  I would ensure your first time is

  special and unforgettable. It would begin

  with a bath.

  In a large soaking tub with exotic oils.

  I would wash your body with a soft cloth

  until every inch of your skin tingled.

  I would wrap you in a fluffy towel, comb out

  your hair and dress you in a deep red silk robe.

  How does that sound so far?

  It’s not what I expected.

  What’s next?

  Next we would move to the bedroom where

  I’ve already set up silk wrist and ankle restraints

  on my large carved wood 4 poster bed.

  So, what do you think now?

  It sounds incredible but I’m waiting for the

  part where you hurt me.

  There’s your first misconception. I would

  never hurt you unless you wanted me to and

  then only after I have your complete trust.

  I need to know more. What’s next?

  I think I’ll leave you with that for now.

  You’re kidding me.

  I rarely kid, Mia. Good night.

  Asher felt the blood pump through his body with record speed, heading straight to the growing thickness that strained against his pants. Yes, he’d reeled her in and it was time to let her know what was on his mind.

  Chapter Three

  “Margaret, please get Kate in Human Resources on the phone.” He closed the door behind him and waited for the call to connect. “Kate, I need Mia Lavender’s employment file. Yes. She’s a possible candidate for an opening at SRE. Yeah, I know she’s new, just send me the file.”

  Asher received Mia’s file later that day and was pleased with what he found. She’d recently moved from Chicago and appeared to be single. There were no dependents or signs of a husband on her medical benefit application. He scanned for her birth date and calculated that she was twenty-eight years old. Asher closed the file and leaned back in his chair.

  She was the perfect candidate for the new position at The Satin Rose Experience. If she were to agree to take the job, he would ask her to agree to another opening as well. The day after their steamy exchange, Asher decided it was time to show her his cards.

  He pushed the intercom button on his phone. “Margaret, please ask Ms. Lavender to come to my office.”

  After a few minutes there was a soft knock on his door. The way she knocked even turned him on. She opened the door and peered inside.

  “You wanted to see me?”

  “Yes. Please come in and close the door.”

  Asher watched as her delicate form soundlessly closed the door and seemed to float into the chair in front of his desk.

  “Do you like your job here at Rosebud Resorts?”

  Mia’s eyes shifted to meet his. “Yes, very much. Why? Am I losing my job?”

  “No, of course not. I’ve talked with your manager. Your work is flawless. You’re the ideal Rosebud employee,” Asher said as he stood, walked around his desk and sat in the chair next to Mia’s. “I asked you to meet with me today because I have a job offer for you.” He watched her carefully.

  She shifted in her chair, glanced at him and lowered her eyes to the floor. “Mr. Cane, I—”

  He stopped her with his raised palm. “It’s Asher.”

  “Okay, Asher, like I said before, I’m happy with my job here.”

  “I realize that and you are very good at what you do, which is why you’re being considered for this position. The pay is more than double what you’re making now.”

  The last statement seemed to catch her attention because she stopped squirming in her chair and looked him straight in the eye.

  He continued. “Have you ever heard of Rosebud’s specialty division called The Satin Rose Experience, also known as SRE?”