Flower-And-Willow In New Angles

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Word Count: 30,000
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"Before she was a woman who had ever been in love, before she was a woman whose heart and trust had been broken, she was geisha....

New Angeles, 2126…. Lily, the most sought-after of all geisha submissives in the renowned Garden House, is about to graciously decline yet another wealthy patron’s offer to become her Danna, her Dom, when she discovers the man making the offer is Teven Vance. Heir to the most important banking family in New Angeles, Vance was not only Lily's first love as a young apprentice but the patron who purchased her virginity—the night before he disappeared from her life. Eight years later, he returns a self-made man to claim Lily as his own, but military plots and political intrigues follow Lieutenant Colonel Teven Vance of the Western Command, threatening the family and traditions that mean everything to the woman he loves. They could even cost her life.

From Bestselling Erotic Romance and Erotica Author Erika Masten A Standalone Domination And Submission Science Fiction Romance Novella"

Flower-And-Willow In New Angles
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Flower-And-Willow In New Angles

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"Being a modernized, sexualized version of the geisha of old, a Western geiko was expected to straddle the line between coy temptress and submissive fantasy, at turns demure and brazen. As the geiko stripped away each layer of her costume, her persona grew less innocent, more wanton. Hence the more revealing and body-skimming kimono, the sheer undergarments, the wooden stilettos in place of clogs, and finally the lingerie that—depending on the geiko and sometimes on the client—varied from barely-there silk and lace to coarse and restrictive leather and cord.

With the troublesome corset laid to one side, only Lily’s whisper-thin silk panties and her high heels, laced up to her ankles with lavender ribbon, remained. Her flushed breasts tingled so badly it almost hurt, matching the burning ache in the pearl between her trembling legs. Taking a deep breath to slow herself down, Lily crouched almost as though hiding behind her bent knees to unlace her shoes.

“Leave them on,” Teven told her.

The ragged depth to his voice made Lily falter and hesitate, her trembling hands poised above the lengthy ribbons that were tied off in elaborate bows like blossoming chrysanthemums around her ankles. Her gaze felt leaden as she labored to look up at her Dom. In a fretful glance, she took in all the details she dared: the powerful shape of his tensed thighs, the demanding ridge pulling the front of his trousers taut, the button that had come undone at the top of Teven’s shirt to reveal a level of muscular definition that men of wealth seldom possessed, and finally the glistening lust burnishing his brown eyes.

Whether she felt emboldened by his obvious desire or was simply exasperated beyond words by the torment of struggling against the inevitable, and perhaps both, Lily could resist Teven’s direction no longer. In a slow but fluid movement worthy of a top-class geiko, she rose and drew upon the ribbons at each of her hips until the tiny strip of silk that was her panties fluttered to her feet. Mons shaven smooth, massaged with citrus-scented oils, she stood naked for him at last.

Teven took several steps back from Lily, almost as though overcome by the sight or perhaps by memories of the last time he had seen her so. Now gripping the hardwood ruler by the handle, he used it to point to the bottom end of the shikibuton, the pristine white mattress laid out exactly in the middle of the floor. A luxurious beige blanket of real alpaca fur wrapped the futon, and silken pillows in a matching shade and embroidered with the Japanese symbols for both suffering and ecstasy crowned the bed.

Lily required no more direction than Teven’s gesture. She knelt at the foot of the bed with her forehead resting on the edge of the mattress, arms extended above her, knees spread.

“Are you ready, Lily?” he muttered, the words rumbling in the back of his throat.

Would she ever be ready, after spending two years convincing herself she would never see Teven Vance again and another six actually believing it? Could she ever possibly be ready for him to sweep back into her life and take her as a Dom took his submissive, all in one night?

“I submit,” she said—not the same as being ready, but truthful."

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