[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, interracial]
Serena is thirty years old and has never been loved or laid. She doesn’t expect to be loved, but she’s aching to lose her virginity. When her friend Cara takes her to Secrets, where guests have to wear a mask and costume, Serena gets courage. She flirts with a well-built pirate and follows him to one of the private rooms.
Dante, who is working undercover in Serena’s office, loves her. He talks to Cara and convinces her to bring Serena to Secrets without letting her know he’ll be there. Serena takes to his dominant touch and kinky desires, driving him wild, but he knows better than to sate her passion the first time. He has to tease her to keep her coming back for more.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "SECRETS is an erotic indulgence of one woman's determination to lose her virginity. The reader takes a journey with Serena Jefferson, a 30 year old computer geek, who goes with her friend Cara to a club named Secrets where guests experience their deepest sexual fantasies. Serena has always kept her desire to be dominated a secret. The thought of a strong man forcing her to submit gets her excited all over. But the lack of a willing partner has made it a frustrating goal to achieve. She blames her virginity on her plain boring looks. Who wants a chubby girl that is taller than them? Unknown to Serena, her co-worker Dante Jennings. has fantasized about her since he started working at FBL. He is an undercover agent secretly working as a program analyst named Jason Wilcox. Even though he has a mission to complete, Dante was not prepared for wanting Serena with every fiber of his being. He convinces her friend Cara to bring Serena to Secrets where he can finally fulfill his erotic dreams without blowing his cover. When Serena spots a tall mysterious pirate standing next to the bar, she almost passes out from the sudden excitement roaring through her body. The man was perfect. After a few drinks of liquid courage, Serena agrees to let the pirate take her upstairs for what she knows will be an unforgettable experience. I felt the characters were relatable, especially Serena. I found that she, like many women, struggle to be comfortable in their own skin. Thanks to Dante, she learns that she doesn't have to be ashamed of who she really is. Love really can heal many wounds. SECRETS is a short and very well written story. Nicole Pierce provides readers with plenty of steamy and erotic scenes. The pacing was quick, and the characters had undeniable chemistry. Recommended for those who like their stories a bit on the extra hot side." -- Mia, The Romance Reviews
She quieted, absorbing his words, his deeds, and relented. After all, he was boss of the bedroom. Dante fastened them to her hard buds, and she whimpered at the hotness of their erotic pull. Before she could thank him for such a beautiful present, he had crouched to her ankles, spreading them and fastening them to soft handcuffs attached to a lower bar, opening her up, exciting her. She felt her own sexy fluid sliding down her inner thigh. Serena dropped her head, tears falling. She was wide open and ready for him, all of her hot spots tingling for whatever he planned on doing. Her breasts felt heavy and sent pain-pleasure waves throughout all of her, especially to her breasts, her belly, and her flaming clit.
Dante stepped back, his dark hair spilling above his eyes, his full lips pressing into a pleased smile. Then he walked over to a back closet while she shuddered. He came out almost right away with the gifts he had given her. The paddle was in one hand, the whip in the other. As he stepped up to her, she watched his confident, long strut, his hard, elegant cock sticking straight up, raring for action, making her crazy to have him. He stood before her and tugged on a nipple clamp, sending fresh waves of white-hot pleasure through all of her. She threw back her head and cried out, but he was already behind her, squeezing her butt cheeks.
“Sir, I can’t stand it!” she couldn’t help blurting out. “I…I…I’m ready to come…”
“But you won’t until I tell you to.” He squeezed her ass harder. “Why are you being punished, Serena?” he asked, and she felt the flat of the paddle pressing against her flesh.
Punished? She almost laughed. This was heaven. But she knew what to say that would please him, and she was all about pleasing him tonight. The rebellion had been temporarily wiped from her when she’d seen a gun pointed at him. “I was bad. I interfered in your w-work,” she choked out, her voice shaking.
“And?” The paddle slid seductively up and down her ass crack.
“And…and I could have been killed!” she shouted.
“Count to five. Don’t you dare come until…five.” His voice slithered over her, sending goose bumps down her spine.
She felt a whiff of air then a strong, painful slap against her ass that both hurt and excited her. “One!” she called out, in a higher-than-normal voice. He smacked her again, even harder, and she was putty inside. “T-two!” Smack. “Three!” Her voice cracked as her pussy loaded with unfulfilled tension, ready to erupt. He rained a fourth and very hard blow to her ass. “F-f-four!” She started to cry. He had to hurry, and at last he gave her one final hard smack, and she shouted “Five!” and let herself tremor like an earthquake, the feelings of paradise cold, hot, electrifying, unbelievably mind-blowing.
She didn’t stop quaking for a long time, as he rubbed her sore but hot ass. Just when her body had slowed down, he put his arms around her from behind, tweaked her clamped nipple, and nibbled on her neck. She saw spots before her eyes. “How bad are you?” he asked, his hot breath teasing her ear.
“Bad. Horrible.” She was turning to butter again. What was he up to now?
“You’re never to involve yourself in any risky antics again,” he said, and he sounded dangerous now.
Although she knew she would, she said, “Never! Never, sir!”
He let go of her, and she cried out, craving his touch, but unable to move, still spread eagle on the kinky stretch bar. She wanted to ask him what he was doing behind her, but when she felt the leather tails against her sensitive skin, running down her back, up again, then to her ass, she knew. Shivering with anticipation, she heard him crack the whip in the air then felt the hard tails slamming against her ass with a punishing force. Her heart seemed to pound so hard it could have burst out of her chest as he did it two more times. Finally, she heard the whip hit the floor. As tears ran down her cheeks, he stepped before her, a serious expression on his face. They were very close. She wanted to touch him, but, of course, could not.
“Did my girl like that?” he asked, with a smirk.
“Oh, heavens, yes!” She looked up at him, and he wiped her tears, licking them off his finger then going down on his haunches to release her ankles. Standing on the wood floor, she found her knees starting to buckle. When he released her wrists, she threw her arms around him, and he carried her out of the room and back to what she thought of as their bedroom. His strong arms held her with little effort, gripping the spheres of her butt. She felt good that he could easily carry her. She knew she was a bigger woman. But he didn’t seem to care at all. He kissed her lips just before settling her on the bed’s mattress. “Turn over, ass in the air,” he ordered.
She had gotten into position before he could even finish his command.
He put a hand on her butt. “I’m not through with this tonight.” A moment later, she felt a latex-covered hand and cool, coconut-scented lube, and she knew that another dream was going to come true for her. “I’m going to own this ass tonight,” he said, and both cold and hot shivers shot through every crevice of her being as he removed her butt plug. Her asshole pulsed at the sexy withdrawal.