[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, bondage, spanking, HEA]
One of ten exclusive memberships opens up at the private BDSM club known as Le Club Laurel Oak, located in a Victorian mansion in the historic district of Ocala, Florida. Justin Devereau, a member of the original Le Club Beaudelair in New Orleans, buys a farm and moves his polo string to Ocala to begin building a new polo club and a new life away from the very dark influences of the New Orleans club and his dysfunctional childhood. He moves into the top-floor suite at the club while the house at his farm is being renovated.
Kelly Anderson, an employee at Le Club Laurel Oak, catches his eye in a big way, but she is not into the BDSM lifestyle. Sparks fly, and Kelly must learn to open up to new experiences while Justin must try to shed some of the dark baggage created by his family history.
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 FALLEN ANGELS: "Justin Devereau is a long-time friend of Trent and Jason, both members and co-owners of the BDSM club called Le Club. Similar to the original Le Club in New Orleans, where Justin is a member, this club is in Ocala, Florida, where he hopes to make his new home. Justin has met up with Kelly, a club employee, but she adamantly asserts that she's not into BDSM. Both are attracted to the other. Justin is willing to try vanilla sex, something he has little experience with, and on her end, Kelly is willing to dabble in D/s, but won't make any guarantees. Will attraction be enough for these two, or will their differences prevent them from finding fulfillment on a long-term basis with each other? Kelly's Challenge is the second book in the Le Club series. I thoroughly enjoyed the first story, I enjoyed this story even more, leading me to hope that as the stories progress, they'll become better and better. Justin's sensual persuasion had me positively melting. I love how even though he was rather brooding, he was willing to open to Kelly about his past history. It helped her, as well as the reader, understand him even more. This couple meshed very well and the sex, while deliciously steamy, was used to propel the story on, instead of being placed within the story for its own sake. The reader, if she's read the first story Calleigh's Collar, will find old friends surfacing in this story, and well before the end, will have made new friends as well." -- Bella, Fallen Angel Reviews
4 CUPS: "The eight months since Alexa’s death have been much harder on Justin Devereau than he lets on. He knows that the guilt he feels is unfounded, but putting the past behind him is easier said than done. Working for Le Club Laurel has been a great opportunity for Kelly Anderson, but involving herself with its clients is something she has never felt comfortable with. The BDSM club is beautiful and discreet, and very much outside of her comfort zone. Seeing Kelly sends feelings roaring through Justin that he is not sure he is ready for, but he has to at least try. Kelly is sweetness and light compared to Alexa’s dark and dangerous personality, and Justin fears that if he comes on too strong he will send her running. Kelly has never met a man as gorgeous and commanding as Justin and that scares her, but to deny what she is feeling is out of the question. She knows Justin is still dealing with the pain of Alexa’s death, but if his heart is not ready to move on, she will. Timing can make or break even the most loving relationship, and it is obvious that Kelly and Justin have their work cut out for them. I especially like how Justin does not sugarcoat his feelings for his dead fiancée, and that Kelly really seems to listen when he reveals his pain. This makes them feel much more genuine and it really puts you right there with them through every scene. Great passion and romance combined with truly likable characters makes this read well worth your time." -- Lototy, Coffee Time Romance & More
Kelly Anderson, assistant to Anne Sutton, the club’s manager, was walking to work on a glorious Monday morning. It was cool under the dappled shade of the ancient live oak trees lining Fort King Street, and she wore a battered bomber jacket, confiscated from one of her several older brothers, over her casual work attire. Kelly usually walked or sometimes rode her bike to work since she lived in a small apartment on the top floor of one of the many converted Victorian homes in the Historic District not far from Le Club. After graduating from the University of Florida with a business degree, she had moved into her own apartment, although she remained extremely close to her large family.
Kelly was tall and slender with large green eyes fringed with thick black lashes. She was twenty-six years old and had shoulder-length, straight, black hair cut in a swing style. Although employed at the very private and exclusive sex club for over a year, she had a conservative outlook and modest demeanor. While she was willing to “live and let live” and appreciated the really great, well-paying job at the club, she did not get this BDSM business at all. It was far too kinky for her taste. She would never consider anyone her “Master.” She would call the members “sir” or “mister,” but she wasn’t going to call them “Master.” And she wasn’t the least bit curious about this BDSM stuff. Having been raised in a traditional, middle-class home in the small central Florida town, her values and sexual orientation were more traditional, although sometimes she just had to chuckle at the outrageous attire of some of the members. The atmosphere of Le Club, however, was elegant and laid-back. The club culture was not particularly extreme, and non-participating employees were not made to feel uncomfortable. Kelly arrived at the tall, wooden, electronic gates of the walled, heavily wooded Laurel Oak Estate and entered her security code. The ten-foot stone wall which completely surrounded the property was topped with surveillance cameras, and she always had the feeling that an Orwellian “Big Brother” was watching. As she entered the estate she gazed past the formal English gardens down the long, sloping expanse of lawn to her favorite view. She watched the black swans gliding on the tranquil pond.
The new member, Justin Devereau, was performing his morning ritual beside the pond. Kelly watched, spellbound, as she had every morning since Justin had arrived at Le Club. He was extremely graceful and elegant in a totally lethal way, and he moved like a dancer. He was tall and his body was sleek and well-muscled but without the bulkiness produced by weight training.
Kelly caught her breath. He was just gorgeous, but she was not comfortable with the butterflies he caused in her belly.
Justin was aware of Kelly standing at the top of the hill as he completed the Japanese katas, combat drills or forms. He performed these every morning in conjunction with the stylized sword training using the gleaming katana sword. The kata ritual helped Justin center himself and order his day. The ritual had a calming, Zen-like effect on him and somehow helped to ease the grief and guilt he had been living with for eight months. He looked up the lawn and saw Kelly watching him. Now that is a beautiful woman. He bowed to her formally as he finished and sheathed his sword.
Justin’s practice of several disciplines of Japanese martial arts, including kendo, “the way of the sword,” and kyūdō, “the way of the bow,” dated back to his early teenage years, and he was now a master. But more important to him than the physical prowess inherent in the speed and power required to master the kata forms was the kokoro, or “heart,” character, attitude, and code of honor of the samurai way of life.
As he approached Kelly, he said, “Good morning, Ms. Anderson. Beautiful day isn’t it?”
“Please don’t let me interrupt your workout, Mr. Devereau.” Even wearing the loose-fitting, black pants and traditional gi, with his long, wavy, dark hair pulled back in a tail tied with a twist of leather, he had the powerful aura of a jungle cat. It was clear that this man could be very dangerous, although the glow in his brandy-colored eyes was warm and appealing. The perspiration in the dark hair arrowing down his chest and disappearing into the folds of the gi caught the sunlight. “No problem. I’m done for today. May I walk you back to the house? Have you had breakfast?”
“Thank you, but I’m a little late for work,” she fibbed. He could see that he made her a little nervous. Actually, he thought, he made her a lot nervous. He was aware that the testosterone-laden sexuality that rolled off him might be disconcerting to a less experienced woman.
“Then perhaps we can have dinner sometime. I’m new in town and at loose ends until my house is ready for occupancy. Calleigh Steele is overseeing the renovations at my new farm and I’m staying in the Ming Suite for a month or two.”
“Thank you, sir, but I don’t socialize with the members,” she replied with a tentative smile. Kelly didn’t want to offend him.
“I see,” he said. Justin found her very attractive in a fresh-faced, innocent way, though a little timid. I will have to ask Steele or Trent about her. She seems very nervous. He smiled. “Well, have a pleasant day. I have work at the farm that I need to see to.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I will take care of you. That’s my job as Dom. I know exactly what to do. Your job as sub is to obey my orders immediately and without reservation. If things get to be too much, you can use your safe word, Magnolia, and I will stop whatever I’m doing. I am completely in charge of your body. I will control your pleasure and your pain. I will provide discipline and rewards. Understand?”
“That’s a little scary,” she replied. “But I want to try it.”
“You can call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Mister Devereau’ while we are in a scene, since I understand you have an aversion to the term ‘Master.’ Someday, you may be comfortable enough to call me that. From now on, you are not to wear any panties when you are here. Bras are okay when you’re at work. Now take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. Spread your legs wide.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. She hastened to remove her shorts, top, and underwear, and to step out of her sandals. She lay down in the middle of the red, satin-covered bed and did as he ordered. Before she knew it, he had bound her hands and feet to the corners of the bed. She had a terrified expression on her face, and his heart softened.
“Trust me, Kelly. I won’t hurt you.” Her face and body relaxed somewhat, and she took some deep breaths. He sat on the bed beside her and began running his hands over her body, massaging her high, firm breasts, pinching her raspberry nipples lightly, and running his strong hands down over her belly to her prominent, curl-covered mons and pretty pussy. She tensed up momentarily but relaxed again as he said, “This is nothing new. We did this yesterday.” As she continued to relax under his hands, he followed the same path with his tongue, tormenting her breasts and clit with his rough tongue and soft lips until she began to moan and lift up to meet his tongue. “Very good, sub. You’re very responsive and nice and wet.” She closed her eyes tight in embarrassment. “Look at me, sub. You are not to be ashamed of your body’s honest responses,” he said sharply. “Don’t make me have to discipline you for disrespecting yourself.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I asked for this and now I’m wimping out,” she said contritely.
“It’s all new to you. We’ll go slowly.” He continued to torment her with his hands and lips until she was ready to scream, almost to the edge of completion, but not quite there. He withheld her final ecstasy, slowing the movement of his hands and tongue and lessening the pressure on her center until she was ready to beg.
“Please, Sir, please let me come,” she begged, writhing on the bed, trying to get closer to his hand and final completion.
“Not yet, sub. You are not to come until I give my permission. If you do, I will spank you. The only power you have is your safe word. I decide everything else.”
Her eyes sprang wide in shock as she realized that she couldn’t even clamp her legs shut to control her reaction. Suddenly and without warning, Kelly’s body rolled into an uncontrolled orgasm over which neither she nor Justin had any control, and it just kept rolling from one spasm to the next, until she finally lay there, trembling in exhaustion.
Justin was dismayed. He should have had better control of her body, but she was an unknown entity to him as yet, and a Dom had to deliver on any threats made or all future threats were useless. Unfortunately, he was going to have to spank her. He really didn’t want to introduce that at this juncture, but now he had no choice. He quickly released her arms and legs and pulled her onto his lap and into his strong embrace.
“You know I have to discipline you for your lapse, don’t you?” he asked her.
She was humiliated. “I’m sorry, Sir, I couldn’t help it!”
“I’m not going to draw this out and make a bigger deal of it than it needs to be,” he said as he quickly pulled her across his lap, bare bottom in the air. He placed his left arm across her back, holding her wiggling body in place, and quickly delivered three sharp smacks to her butt. The first smack was a shock, the second one was expected and sharp, and the third one zinged directly to her pussy, unleashing a flood of cream. The spanking was over almost before she had registered the pain, which was Justin’s intention. He really didn’t want to create another sub who lived for pain like Alexa. He brought his lips down to her bottom and kissed the red mark his hand had left. He cuddled her into his arms and brought her head to rest on his shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax here a minute. Everything will be all right,” he said to comfort himself as much as her.
“Justin, I need to come again,” she said in total embarrassment. She was unprepared for the intensity of the feelings. That final smack went directly to my pussy—do not pass go!
“Okay, baby,” he said as he lowered the zipper on his jeans, freeing his engorged cock. He lifted her up over his lap and lowered her onto his waiting shaft. He raised and lowered her on his cock until she picked up the rhythm and began to pump her hips fast and hard as though she was riding a galloping stallion bareback. It was glorious. She felt so free and in control.