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The Accidental Submissive (MF)

The Mansion 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 58,930
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]

What’s a girl to do when fate hands her a look into her darkest fantasies? Grab on with both hands, both cuffed hands. Karen McGuven’s dangerously curious nature has gotten her into trouble before, but this time she’s hit the mother lode. Kneeling on the auction block she hears the gavel hit and SOLD just as the blood drains from her head. What has she gotten herself into now?

When Steven Edwards looks up and sees an angel kneeling on his auction block, he knows something’s wrong. Because the angel on her knees isn’t the pain kitten the auctioneer is selling. When he rescues her from a sadist, he can’t help but want to keep her for himself.

When she finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation, and possibly hunted by the Russian mob, he takes her under his protection. Keeping her close to keep her safe, he doesn’t even mind as she stumbles into his heart.

A Siren Erotic Romance

User Reviews
An excellent first book, it has it all, a careing Dom, an untrained sub, mystery and murder what more could you ask for. Steven is a very careing Dom who saves Kitten from an abusive Dom when she inno...

- LynnieP

Excellent reading. Karen is by nature a curious young woman and this seems to often get her into more trouble than she intends but when she accepts an offer to stay the weekend at the Mansion she doe...

- sarki

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Karen followed the speedy young man though the hotel. She tried to peek around as many corners, and stare as much as she could, as she followed the jackrabbit along two staircases and several corridors. She’d never been in a hotel this nice and he was making it exceedingly difficult to gawk.

He finally led her into a sitting room and over to a tall, black haired woman in a kelly green shirt dress, with a phone in one hand and clipboard in the other. Smiling he waited for Ms. Clipboard to turn. When she did her eyes landed on Karen, and Karen could have sworn, gave her a full top to bottom once over.

“And what do we have here, James?” Ms. Clipboard asked, smiling at Karen. Yep, she’d just been checked out by Ms. Clipboard. She’d been checked out by women before so it didn’t freak her out, but never so blatantly.

“This is the delivery from Fiennes Jewelry, Ms. Phillips,” he turned to Karen and motioned to the bag she carried.

“Oh wonderful.” Ms. Phillips turned toward the table beside her and motioned for Karen to place the package there. “Please, show me.”

Opening the bag she pulled out several of the boxes and opened them on the table. Taking one out of its box she showed her the engraving, then opened the lock, closed it, and opened it with the key before placing it back into the box.

“Excellent.” Ms. Phillips motioned for her to close them up again. “James, would you mind showing Miss…” She looked at Karen expectantly.

“McGovern,” she answered. “Karen McGovern.”

“Ms. McGovern to each of the rooms, and have her place one bracelet in each room please.”

“Um,” Karen stretched her hand out, still holding one opened box. “If I may ask, I’ve been trying to figure it out all afternoon, how are these bracelets?”

“Well,” Ms. Phillips turned to her, stepping a bit closer and giving her a slower, more thorough inspection this time. Karen could feel the blush drift up from her neck to cover her cheeks with this appraisal. “They are meant to go over both wrists.”

Ms. Phillips looked as though she was about to say more when the phone in her hand rang. Swiping her thumb across the screen to answer it she looked at Karen and spoke as she brought the phone to her ear. “Tell you what darling, stay the weekend and find out. I’m sure we can find accommodations for you, just let James know if you’re interested and he’ll make sure you’re all set.”

Putting the phone to her ear, she turned her body away as she answered. Karen stared at the bracelet for a moment, then up to Ms. Phillips. Finally packaging it up she turned to James to lead the way just as Ms. Phillips’s voice rose and she called into the phone.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?”

 

* * * *

 

Shaking his head James led her out of the room as Ms. Phillips began to call orders into the phone. The jackrabbit was back. He sped through the halls leading her a little further up into belly of the beast of hallways and stairs. She wasn’t sure but she suspected she was now in what was once the servant’s quarters. The rooms had been renovated and were now very luxurious, but the narrow hall and small rooms didn’t match the richness of the items in them. Leading her to a string of twelve rooms she placed a box on a small side table in each.

“So,” he asked as he led her through the hall. “Do you think you want to stay?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t think I could afford this place.” She wanted to know what this place was, her curiosity on high alert, but her budget was not.

“That doesn’t matter.” James smiled as he opened another of the doors. “Ms. Phillips invited you. You’d be a guest of The Mansion for the weekend.”

“Really?” She smiled up at him as she walked past him into one of the rooms. She didn’t want to get back into the town car for a three hour ride back into the city and she really wanted a couple of minutes to mess with the bracelets again. How in the world did they go over both wrists? If she stayed she could check out how they worked, and get a chance to check out the hotel as well. “I came in a hired car and I don’t have any clothes.”

“Again, not a problem.” James laughed as he opened the next door. “We’ll make sure you have a ride home on Sunday.” Stepping into the room he opened the closet and waved his arm. “As for clothes, each of the rooms is fully stocked with something in almost every size and believe me, we’ve got something in yours. Besides if you can’t find anything, you can call down to the front desk and we’ll find something for you.”

“You’ve got an answer for everything don’t you?”

“We aim to please.”

“I guess I don’t have any excuse then,” she laughed. “Lead the way.”

James pulled a small cell phone out of his pocket and called down to the front desk. She didn’t understand most of the conversation as he was mostly listening, but with a quick nod of his head, he smiled at her as he closed the phone.

“All taken care of.” He motioned her to the next room. “You’re in luck because you’ll actually be staying on this floor which will give you plenty of time to get ready for this evening. The event starts at 8:00 p.m. downstairs. So just call down to the front desk and ask for me. I’ll either come up and get you myself or send someone up to show you the way down. It’s easy to get lost around here.”

Finally opening the last of the twelve rooms he walked in with her.

“We’ve had a last minute cancelation so you can stay in this room. Just leave the bracelet on the table and someone will be up to get it later. Again, just call down and ask for me if you need anything.” He gave her a quick wink as he moved to leave the room. “Oh! Tonight’s theme is Leather & Lace, just so you know.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“I’m sure you are. And we will address your apology to Berick later. But now you must face punishment.” Taking her by the arms he stood her up beside him, turning her so she was facing his side. “You will receive a spanking. Fifteen swats in all, five for you, five for Berick, and five for me.”

Sitting forward he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, gently leading her body over his lap. Karen found herself tipping much further than expected. By the time he stopped, her ass was in the air, her elbows on the floor with his hand resting between her shoulder blades. She felt him lift the back of her dress and fold it over onto her hips, and suddenly his hand was on her ass, massaging and pressing the skin and muscles, giving a small short slap before roughly grabbing and massaging again.

“I want you to count, Kitten.” His fingers traveled along the cleft of her ass. Karen blushed realizing she was wet and his fingers tickled the edges of her moistened pussy. “Your correct response is, Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly, closing her eyes and fisting her hands against the carpet in preparation.

Thwack!

“One,” she yelped. Oh god! This was so much better than her dream. The feel of his legs support her, the feel of his hand as the thud and answering sting registered in her brain. His hand stroked over her again, again disappearing and returning in a hard startling.

Thwack!

“Two,” she breathed through her teeth, heat radiating from her skin at each impact point, her pussy getting wetter.

Sir massaged her ass after each swing, each time soothing the sharp sting with his hand. It wasn’t until she counted through five that he changed tactics. Suddenly all five swings came in sharp harsh succession across her ass. Right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. Karen began to feel the blood pooling in her head, her breathing shallow and wild. Wrapping her arms around his calf she fisted her hands in his pant cuff and tried to steady her breathing.

Again, Sir paused. This time she felt his finger press along the cleft of her ass, traveling up and down her body, but never getting close to where she really wanted him. Whimpering she arched, pressing her ass against his hand moving her hips to move his hand. She heard a disapproving “tut-tut,” and his hands again disappeared for a few moments. Finally she felt his hand return and drift lower, sliding along her slick folds. His fingers explored her but never deeply and never close to her clit. Whimpering again, his hand suddenly disappeared and attacked her ass for the final five swats. Again in rapid succession. Barely able to keep up with the counting she cried out, “Fifteen.”

She felt his palm against her pussy, pressing against her hipbone and circling. His fingers were nowhere near her entrance but his wide hard palm spread her open, her slick juice gathering against his hand. Sliding up across her cheeks he softly tickled the skin, lightly tracing along the red marks.

“Very good, Kitten,” he said, his voice as soft and gentle as his hand, making her whimper again. Her body was on fire. And not just her ass. Her pussy was flexing around air, needing him, needing to be filled, the moisture from her pussy wetting her upper thighs. She’d never been this excited in her life, her need riding her tightly.

Lifting her from his lap, he turned her nearly limp body toward his and leaned her upper body against his shoulder. Grabbing her legs, he spread them on either side of his hips and pulled her into him, sliding the straps from her shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap. Gently his lips found the skin beneath her ear and began to smoothly travel along her neck, brushing back and forth causing goose bumps on her skin. His hands pressed against her back just beneath her shoulder blades pulling her closer to him and letting his lips whisper a path down her neck and across her chest. Karen whimpered, her hands fisting in the shoulders of his shirt when his lips found her areolas, breathing over them but no more.

“Sir!” Karen gasped, her back arching, pressing her breasts fully into him. One hand had moved from her back to her pussy and two fingers had just claimed her slick dripping center. His thumb worked its way between her sopping folds pressing against the bone beneath her clit, driving against it in the same rhythm as the two fingers inside of her. Her muscles spasmed around the invading digits.

“You’ve been so good, Kitten.” His voice melted over her, heating her skin and making her clinch. “The sight of your wet pussy and pink ass are so beautiful I want to reward you.”

Suddenly his fingers increased their speed and intensity, curling up against her inner walls as he pulled them out and then pushing viciously back in. Kitten pressed her forehead to his shoulder, her hips rocking against his hand, a deep pitiful moan coming from her throat.

“That’s it, Kitten.” His other hand found her naked breasts. He gripped her nipple between his index finger and thumb, pulling the breast up by the nipple. His head leaned to the side and sucked the nipple between his lips. This time his teeth found the sensitive nub and he held it between them as his tongue attacked it with harsh vicious flickering.

His fingers increased intensity. Suddenly, Kitten heard her own moaning and begging accompanied by the wet slap of the sexual need between her legs. Her body was climbing toward the biggest orgasm she’d ever experienced. In the best of circumstances Kitten knew she was a moaner. The strength of what she felt coming was going to burst out of her with a scream and that frightened her. She didn’t want everyone in the building hearing her scream her climax in Sir’s lap.

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