Box Set #21: Suncoast Society: Tony's Collection (All 3 books for $4.99)
In The Reluctant Dom, Kaden’s dying, but before he goes—he must ask his oldest and dearest friend, Seth, to take over as Dom and Master to his beloved wife, Leah. Seth knows there’s no way he can refuse Kaden this and now he finds himself immersed in a role he’s far from comfortable with—inflicting physical pain to provide emotional comfort to the woman he’s secretly loved for years. Can he deal with his crushing grief over the impending loss of his oldest friend and still learn the skills he must master in time?
In Domme by Default, when a wife is faced with the question of what she is willing to do for love, her answer is…anything. She sets aside her own inhibitions to fulfill her husband's wildest fantasies. But at what cost to her peace of mind? What do you do when you’ve been appointed your husband’s Domme by Default?
In The Denim Dom, Shayla Pierce dumped her lying ex and moved to Florida to start a job at a magazine. An assignment to write about BDSM leads her to discover a new world and make a slew of new friends, including the sinfully sexy Tony Daniels. She’s just not sure she can ever trust again. Tony is used to teaching about BDSM, but he’s never trained a submissive he wasn’t dating before. After losing hope he’ll ever find the perfect submissive for him, Shayla walks into his life and asks him to train her for her series of articles. Their agreement is supposed to be nothing more than business, but he’s finding it harder to keep his heart under lock and key. Will Shayla stay a hostage to her past, or allow Tony to become her Denim Dom?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
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THE RELUCTANT DOM
Seth stared. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there and stared. He was sure, however, that if Leah didn’t have the ball gag in her mouth she’d be smiling. He knew that playful look in her eyes.
Seth walked around the couch and sat at the end, near Leah’s head, staring at her. The knot work looked intricate, amazing.
That was when he noticed the paramedic scissors and Leatherman tool for the first time. Kaden had laid them on the table, near Leah’s right knee.
“What are those for?” Seth hoarsely croaked.
Kaden looked to where Seth pointed. “Just in case. Never do rope bondage without them.”
He went back to his paper.
“How long are you leaving her like that?”
Kaden glanced at the cable box. “Another ten minutes. Then her torture starts.”
Seth thought Leah moaned, but it wasn’t an “oh, shit” moan. It was an “oh, goodie” moan.
“Yeah. For being a little on the pushy side yesterday. She’s going to spend the day being tortured. Aren’t you, love?”
She definitely moaned that time.
Seth stared, realized he still held his coffee mug and that his hands were trembling. He set it on the coffee table near Leah’s head. Somehow that didn’t feel right, so he picked it up and moved it to the end table.
“Do I want to know how you’re going to torture her?”
“You should. You’ll find this very effective.” He lost himself in the paper again.
“Um, dude. Focus. What are you going to do to her?”
“Keep her on edge all day long, not let her come. Later tonight, if she’s a good girl”—that comment he directed at Leah—“I might let her have an orgasm. If she’s very good, I’ll let her have two.”
She moaned again.
Nope, definitely an “oh goodie” moan.
He wrapped his lips around her clit and gently bit down, setting off a thermonuclear explosion inside her body. She cried out, her body tensing on the bed. Seth firmly clamped his hands around her thighs and kept her coming, refusing to let go until she was trembling and whimpering in Kaden’s arms.
With one last swipe of his tongue along her clit, he lifted his head. “How was that?”
Her eyes were still closed but she nodded.
Seth sat up and grabbed her hips, pausing with his cock at her ready entrance. “Look at me,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Ask for it.”
“Please fuck me!”
He sank his cock into her and paused, enjoying the feel of her hot, slick muscles. Seth closed his eyes and waited before slowly thrusting. He would explode if he went too fast.
Leah tried to thrust against him and he held her hips. “No, just lay there and let me feel you,” he said hoarsely.
She fell still. Kaden kissed her and played with her nipples.
She felt incredible. It was easy to lose himself in the sensation and forget about the future with his cock buried balls-deep inside her.
Kaden broke their kiss and nibbled on her ear. “He’s going to fuck you good. But we’re not going to let you come again yet. After he comes, you’re going to get him nice and hard again, and then we’ll both fuck you, love.”
DOMME BY DEFAULT
Little girls dream of white knights and superheroes who keep them safe and sane and secure. They dream of being protected and cherished. Unless they are into a little kink, they don’t dream of whips and handcuffs and anal plugs.
Unless it’s their guy wielding them.
They certainly don’t usually dream of being the one holding them, using them on the man they cherish.
I sat back and wiped my face. I thought about the series of IMs I’d exchanged over several days as I tried to come to terms with this with a friend of mine who I knew was into “the lifestyle.”
Get what you want to get him. It’s your call. You’re in charge.
But I didn’t “want” to get him one. He wanted it. He’d finally found a deep inner well of courage to quietly admit this to me.
I’d done a little online research with wide-eyed terror. Ironically, I didn’t feel I could buy something like this sight unseen for fear of it being too big.
Tony’s ever-helpful advice?
Get him a small and a medium, tell him to go play with them. Don’t forget the lube.
I swallowed hard and looked at the store and thought about my sweet husband’s face, the eager anticipation in his eyes when I’d told him I was going shopping…for him.
I didn’t want to do this.
But as I stepped out of the car, I knew that’s exactly why I had to.
She moaned as I came, swallowing every drop. I had to lean against the car for support because my legs were shaking.
I had to make her let go. She didn’t want to stop sucking me, and I’d already started getting hard again.
Patting the top of her head, I said, “That was very good, baby. Good girl. Zip me up so I can take you home.”
She carefully tucked me away and looked up at me with eager eyes and a gorgeous smile.
I leaned in and kissed her. “That was fucking fantastic. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah!” Her voice sounded breathless, eager.
She’d be jumping me as soon as we walked in the door, I suspected. The question was, did I have enough willpower to finish the game I’d started for her?
When we got home, she tried to squirm against me in the foyer and I carefully untangled her, firmly gripping her wrists. “Go get in bed and wait for me,” I softly commanded. “Naked.”
She ran to do it.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself not to race her to the bedroom.
Taking my time, I got a drink of water from the kitchen before making my way to the back of the house. She lay, naked, in our bed, spread-eagled and squirming, a seductive smile on her face.
“Like this?” she asked.
I leaned against the doorjamb. “Almost.” I slowly loosened my tie, taking my time, making her wait and anticipate.
“You won’t look right until I’ve got you bouncing up and down on my cock, baby.”
THE DENIM DOM
“I want to go through training as a submissive. To see what it’s like from that side firsthand. I…I think that’s the only way I’m going to really understand all of this for my articles.”
He let her soft words hang in the air for a moment as he tried to process what she’d said. He couldn’t move, couldn’t sit back. The urge to adjust his pants would be too great, and he suspected what she’d just said had taken every ounce of her courage. He didn’t want to make a wrong move and scare her off.
“You want me to train you?”
Her eyes flickered away, but he waited her out. Her hazel gaze eventually returned to his again. “Yes. If you’re interested,” she quickly added. “I mean, I know you’re busy and if you don’t have the time, or don’t want to, it’s okay. I understand and it won’t hurt my feelings.”
Part of him wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms. A thick layer of insecurity lay behind her walls, of that he was now certain. She’d been rejected somewhere down the line and had taken a massive hit to her self-esteem as a result. He didn’t know exactly how or why, but he’d seen it plenty of times before in others and recognized it all too well.
Of course, he knew he could be wrong, but he doubted it.
“Is this really just for your story? No other reason?”
“Is any of it for you personally?”
He thought at first she wasn’t going to answer him. Then she softly said, “I don’t know. Maybe.”
He allowed himself to slowly lean back in his seat, his palms flat on his thighs under the table. He studied her, noticing the way her gaze dove away from him, down and to the side again, to the dessert menu propped up at the end of the table by the window.
I’ll have to work on that first. She would have to learn to accept direct eye contact with him, to hold and maintain it no matter how uncomfortable it might feel to her.
He realized what he’d just thought and knew regardless of the outcome, he’d probably already made up his mind the other night when they were talking at the club.
He’d just never thought he’d have a chance to make some of those fantasies come true.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll do it.”
“Legs apart, like I told you.” This time he nudged her right foot out with his. The boot leather felt warm against the side of her foot through the sandal.
He stepped away again. She heard him move in front of her. “Do you want a blindfold, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words slipped from her lips without even needing to think about them.
“Ah, my poor, bashful pet. I should make you watch this time, but I won’t. I’ll go easy on you.” She heard him walk away. Then he rummaged through his bag, his boot heels making solid sounds on the painted concrete floor as he returned. She felt him slip a soft leather blindfold over her head and buckle it.
“How’s that, pet?”
She nodded. “Good, Sir.”
Even the word “pet” had taken on a new connotation for her. It felt like a new name. She was his pet, his toy, his plaything.
She heard him pick up one of the items he’d left on the floor next to her feet. When the plastic touched the skin of her inner right thigh, she twitched but didn’t draw her legs closed.
“Keep that skirt up, pet,” he said in a low warning tone when she’d let it slip. She yanked it back up again, bunching it in her hands so she could keep her elbows at her sides and not drop the fabric.
He lightly slapped her ass and thighs with the slapper first, just barely enough to be stingy in a pleasant, scratching-an-itch kind of way. After a few minutes of that he switched to the spatula.
He caressed up and down her inner thigh with the spatula, down to her calf, behind her knee, with both the flat side of it and the edge. Then up her thigh, just between her legs where he skipped her clit and pussy altogether and repeated the teasing on her left leg.
“You’re wet, pet. I can smell you.” He sounded amused.