[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Andie Cooper is a buttoned-down accountant sent to straighten out the books at Club Libertine. Duncan Rider is part owner of the club and a Dom who thinks she's his perfect match. They have to work closely together to get the club back on track.
She knows all about numbers but has no idea about what it takes to make a successful BDSM club, so she takes him up on his offer to pose as his sub for a night at the club, and find out firsthand what makes it so successful.
She's shocked by how much she's attracted to the lifestyles and to Duncan, her temporary Dom. But given her track record with men, she decides that giving in to that attraction can only end badly, so she tries to keep her distance, until they are thrown together on a business trip and the passion explodes. But can it last, or will her insecurities derail them?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Diane Leyne is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 KISSES: "Asked to get the books of Club Libertine in order, mild mannered accountant Andie Cooper wonders what she’s agreed to. Walking into the BDSM club she runs into part-owner Duncan Rider who offers to show her the ropes acting as her Dom for the night. Will Andie take a walk on the wild side and find her inner submissive? Diane Leyne pens a tasty BDSM novella in No Accounting for Love. Andie is my kind of heroine, a risk-taker even though life hasn’t been kind. Deciding to take a personal risk to help the BDSM club get its finances in order, nonetheless she’s filled with trepidation. Gun-shy around men having been through a demoralizing divorce, she’s glad Duncan is so warm to her. Not having a clue about what makes the club so lucrative, she’s grateful of Duncan’s offer to usher her around the club to learn about D/s. Placing a temporary collar on Andie, Duncan hopes the hidden submissive in her will consider becoming his sub. Andie feels like a kid in a candy store within Club Libertine giving Duncan hope. He slyly watches Andie’s reactions to the various scenes which provide him with a lot of kinky ideas. When work takes the two of them on a field trip to stake out potential Club Libertine locations, Duncan wastes no time with Andie. He fuels her fantasies, pushing her boundaries to what could be possible for them forever. While Duncan brings her to heights of ecstasy she never felt was possible, Andie still feels she’s not worthy of a man such as him. Believing in love at first sight, Duncan knows Andie is the one for him and is heartbroken when she abruptly leaves him. Oh how I love a strong, yet vulnerable man. Finding Andie, Duncan lays his soul bare, proving his love, making her cast her doubts away. I sighed when I finished your No Accounting for Love, Ms. Leyne, and can’t wait for your next adventure because I know some of your Doms are still waiting to find their perfect mates." -- Victoria, TwoLips Reviews
4.5 STARS: "Andie Cooper is an accountant that works for one of the owners of Club Libertine. She is asked to work on the club’s books to get them on track if the plans to expand are ever to happen. Andie is shocked and intrigued by what she finds inside the walls of the club with part owner and Dom Duncan Rider. Letting her guard down against Duncan would be a huge mistake, especially since their attraction is explosive. Can Duncan and Andie find happiness together before her insecurity ends their relationship before it begins? No Accounting for Love is the third book in the Club Libertine series by Ms. Leyne. While this book is part of a series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone novel. I really liked this book more than I thought I would. Andie comes across as the typical accountant, all buttoned up and uptight. However, underneath is a vixen just waiting to come out! Andie has a very open personality and a nonjudgmental attitude that is a great asset in life to have. Duncan is not just a part owner, but also a Dom at the club. It’s apparent that he is attracted to Andie. Duncan is a hot and sexy man who does the right thing. I loved that he collared Andie without her even realizing the significance of it. The chemistry between Andie and Duncan just boils over, they are made for each other and their sex scenes were out of this world. I did not want this story to end as soon as it did. This series keeps getting better with each book that comes out. Ms. Leyne does not disappoint!" -- Arianna Bolger, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4.5 STARS: "Leyne is a fairly recent addition to my reading list, and I have enjoyed a couple of her series. In this series, a BDSM Club in Seattle is the scene for several Doms to find their loves and subs. Each story stands alone, although there are often recurring characters. Each book in the series has a very different but interesting scenario between the lead characters. In No Accounting For Love, Andie is an accountant hired by the club to straighten out their finances, set up systems, and assist the management in expanding their clubs to other cities. She works with Duncan, the club manager, and although she is attracted to him, she believes she is frigid, and will always be alone. Therefore she is not only afraid to be with Duncan at all, she is deathly afraid of her feelings toward the BDSM aspect of her job. All of these books are short, and can be read in an afternoon, which I recommend for anyone seeking to learn more about BDSM, as Leyne seems to be well versed in it, or has done a huge amount of research." -- Alberta, Manic Readers
More From Club Libertine
She argued, but in the end, the pool was just too tempting. She just changed into it, came out, and picked a lounger in the shade. He sighed. If she stayed in the shade, he wouldn’t have an excuse to rub lotion all over her body. But the way his cock reacted to even the thought of rubbing his hands on her body, it was probably just as well.
And, besides, they had one more day there. The weather forecast was perfect. And he’d get up early and sabotage the shelter so she’d have to lie in the sun and she’d have to let him rub her down.
He watched her from behind his dark glasses. She was so adorable as she frowned over the notes she was taking. But then she put down the tablet and turned to him. Clearly, she was still stuck on that idiot from this morning.
“Oh, please. That idiot Frederick and his obsession with multiple orgasms. I don’t see how someone that self-involved can give anyone an orgasm except maybe to himself. And I think the whole multiple orgasm thing is a myth. I’d be satisfied with a single orgasm during sex.”
Ahh, thought Duncan. That was what she was stuck on. He’d tread carefully, but if he played his cards right, he could be the one to show her that multiple orgasms weren’t a myth. They just took a man who was attuned to his woman’s needs and had the patience to give her what she needed before he took what he needed.
“Seriously? You were that easily satisfied and still your ex complained? Your goal was a single orgasm during a sex session? That was enough for you?”
“I said it was a goal, not what I got. It would have been nice to have one every time, but mostly he got off and I lay there unsatisfied. He said that it was my fault. I was too much work.”
She tried not to sound bitter.
“Too much work? What a tool. The man sounds incompetent. No wonder you’re turned off sex. If you were with someone who knew how to please a woman, you wouldn’t be so blasé about orgasms.”
“And I guess you consider yourself an expert?”
“I have been known to make a woman scream with pleasure.” He grinned at her.
“If you are so good, then why can’t you be equals with a woman in bed? Why the whole Dom/sub thing? I mean, when we are working, you treat me like an equal and don’t seem to have issues when I tell you what to do. How is it different with sex?”
“Outside the bedroom, I have zero problem with a woman being in charge. When it comes to accounting and such, you are the expert, and I’m happy to follow your lead and take guidance from you. Have I ever made you feel like I was trying to order you around in the office?” He waited for her to think back on the last week and then admit that he hadn’t.
“But when it comes to sex, well, that’s different. I’ve always had a need for control in the bedroom. Or kitchen, living room, or pool area.” He grinned wolfishly at her, enjoying her blush.
“It is just a part of me. I need my woman to give herself to me completely. I need to own every inch of her body. And in return, I’ll take good care of her. Her pleasure and her pain are mine. I’ll teach her, train her to please me in ways you can’t imagine. In return, I’ll please her. I’ll give her as many orgasms as she can handle. I’ll push her limits and give her pleasures that she can’t even imagine. It will be my privilege and responsibility to take care of her.
“But in return, I expect obedience and submission. She will do what I say, relating to carnal activities only, of course, when I say, how I say it. If she disobeys or hesitates, I will not hesitate to administer correction or punishment.”
“You’ve been at the club long enough. You’ve seen subs being punished. I’ve watched you watching them. I’ve seen the hunger in your eyes. You long for a man to take you in hand, to guide you, to take responsibility for you. The men in your life have always criticized you and tried to make you feel inferior. You are so in control in all aspects of your life. I believe you want to, in just this single area, be able to relax and hand over control. I think you want a man who’ll devote himself to your pleasure and expect, no, demand the same from you. You want and deserve to be an equal in the boardroom and the living room. In the bedroom, you want to give up the responsibility and be taken care off, no matter how un-PC that sounds. You want someone who’ll challenge you when you play it safe and push you to try things you never imagined yourself doing.
“And you want a man who’ll fuck you brains out on a regular basis.”
“And you think you are the man for the job?” She didn’t deny his words. She couldn’t. He painted a picture in her mind. She could see herself naked and kneeling at his feet, and the thought scared her and thrilled her. But old habits died hard, and old fears died harder. Any man she’d ever depended on had let her down, mocking her for her inability to meet their standards.
“I want to guide you, to train you to please me. And in return, I’ll give you mind-blowing orgasms, and I’ll take care of you.”
He moved swiftly. One second she was standing in front of him, her bathrobe knotted tightly around her body, and the next they were in the bedroom, him sitting on the end of the bed and her naked and sprawled across his lap, his erect cock digging into her side.
“I told you that I wasn’t going to take this type of attitude from you before and that I was going to correct your behavior each time you put yourself down. So for that little incident at the door, you’ve earned ten, and you had better count them off.”
And then smack. She felt his hand come done hard on her ass. Goddamn it! That hurt. She struggled, but he held her tight, his big hand smoothing over the spot he’d just smacked. And suddenly, the warmth was spreading, a delicious frisson suffusing her clit.
She was just starting to enjoy the feeling when his hand came down hard again. And then two more quick smacks before he started rubbing his hand over her ass. They’d hurt, but they’d also morphed into pleasure more quickly than the first one. In fact, the heat was building in her loins, and the moisture leaking out of her. She colored as she realized that he could probably see the moisture dripping from her.
The heat rose higher in her face as she felt him part her legs and finger her. Then he dipped a finger inside her.
“Someone is enjoying her first spanking,” he teased. “I may have to find a different way to punish you, as you seem to be enjoying getting your ass spanked far too much. You aren’t even counting, so you still have ten coming to you.”
He laughed and spanked her again.
“Five.” He decided to let her get away with not starting again at one. Next time he wouldn’t be so lenient, but he was dying to get his mouth on her.
Before she knew it, he was at ten and the desire was shooting through her. She’d never felt so hot and sexual before.
He flipped her on her back, positioning her head carefully on the pillow. Then he went reached down beside the headboard and pulled up some leather cuffs and quickly fastened one around each wrist. Then he settled himself between her legs, his upper body propped up on his elbows as he looked down at her.
She tugged, struggling against the restraints. He lay on her, adding more weight, pinning her down, quieting her with his body. “Shhhhh. Relax. Close your eyes and just relax and let me do all the work.”
“No buts. Well, maybe yours later.” Her eyes flew open, and he regretted his words for a moment until he saw that her eyes were glazed with desire. “Do I have to blindfold you, too? I want you to relax and forget about everything except your own pleasure. I’ve restrained you because I know you. You aren’t going to be able to help yourself once we get started. You are going to want to take care of me. You are going to feel embarrassed that it’s all about you and are going to worry about letting me down, so you will try to take charge and suck my dick and hope I’ll not notice what you consider your inadequacies.”
Her jaw dropped. She hadn’t even realized that was her motivation, but he was right. She had been planning just that.
“But now that you are restrained, you have no choice but to relax and take what I have to give you. You’ll submit to my will and have no choice about it because you are tied to the bed. Now close your eyes.” He ran his hand down her face, closing her eyes. Then he kissed her softly on the lips, teasing a response from her before deepening the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with intent. He ravished her mouth, taking her charge. She found herself following where he led, the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach.
She almost groaned in disappointment when he removed his mouth from hers and started kissing his way down her body. And then he paused at her breasts. She’d never really thought of them as particularly erogenous zones. But when he curled one strong hand about her breast and then leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth, suckling strongly, she felt a bolt of lightning go through her as if her nipple and clit were connected. She moaned, and he suckled harder, her nipple now a hard little berry. Using his teeth, he grasped it softly, pulling and elongating it, before suckling hard again, taking the whole areola into his mouth, before moving to the other breast and repeating the process.
When she thought she’d come just from his attentions to her breasts, he moved again, moving lower until he settled with his face between her legs. She grasped as he gripped her thighs, pulling them apart and pushing them back, so she was fully opened to him.
Duncan paused. He could see her juices glistening between her thighs, and he smiled to himself. He stuck out his tongue and licked from her bottom hole to her clit before taking the small organ into his mouth, suckling lightly.
The first small tremors moving through her body. He suckled harder, biting down lightly, then suckling again until he felt her climax sweep through her. But he didn’t stop. He maneuvered his weight onto one arm and reached up and inserted one big finger inside her. Her hot swollen pussy clamped down on his finger as her cream dripped out. He withdrew, causing her to jerk her hips. He didn’t make her beg, not this first time.