Submitting to the Devil Dom (MF)

The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 50,319
22 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romantic Suspense, sex toys, spanking, flogging, whipping, cropping, sensation play, HEA]

Tori Cordell’s dating the sexy cop who moved in next door. She’s dated some losers in the past, but Ian Taggert is a winner. When she finds out he’s known as the Devil Dom, she’s surprised and a little angry. He better have a damn good reason for his lie of omission.

Ian Taggert has waited a long time to find a woman like Tori. She’s smart and beautiful, but clearly a vanilla-type woman. If it means holding on to her, he’s willing to leave his Dominant side in the past and start a new life.

Ian’s floored when Tori wants him just the way he is, dominance and all. They fall more deeply in love as she learns the heaven to be found in submitting to her Devil Dom. But heaven can quickly turn to hell. Tori is attacked, and Ian will need to solve the toughest case of his career if he wants to keep her safe.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Lara Valentine is a Siren-exclusive author.

Submitting to the Devil Dom (MF)
22 Ratings (4.5)

Submitting to the Devil Dom (MF)

The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 50,319
22 Ratings (4.5)
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4.5 STARS: "This is the fourth in the Martini’s and Chocolate Book club series and is a delightful little book. atruegemawardThe series is geared around a group of ladies who form a book club to read erotica and discuss it over martinis and chocolate. Most, but not all of the women are in either a Dom/sub or menage relationship or both. Each book is a standalone, with the common thread of the book club tying them together. When Tori Cordell finally has the opportunity to introduce her new boyfriend to her friends in the book club, she learns Ian has been keeping something from her- he is active in the local BDSM Club, where he is known as the Devil Dom. For his part, Ian didn’t know if Tori was submissive or not, but he was so attracted he was willing to try to give up that part of his life to be with her. After a lot of discussion, Tori says she wants to explore the lifestyle and they give it a go. But Ian is a detective on the trail of a serial rapist-and the rapist now has Tori in his sights. Can Ian keep Tori safe from the dangers of the lifestyle and his job? Most of the book is dedicated to blistering hot scenes between Ian and Tori as they explore BDSM, including spanking, flogging, bondage, and wax play. But it weaves in and out of a good plot with likeable characters and enough suspense to keep the reader turning the pages to see the outcome. Ian is yummy, and Tori is smart, strong, and capable. They are people you would really like to know and I was sorry when the book ended. I will be looking for more from this author." -- Shadow, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

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Tori pushed through the crowded sports bar and headed to the back. She was meeting Ian here for lunch since his schedule was so busy. Despite the fact they lived next door to one another, they couldn’t seem to spend enough time together. They’d spent pretty much every evening together for the last week. One of them would make dinner, they’d watch some television or listen to music, then the clothes would come off.

She now knew why her four book-club friends had big smiles on their faces. Sex was awesome, but sex with Ian was out of this world. He was leading her slowly down the road of submission and she was loving every single second. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced and better than anything she’d read about.

She saw Ian at a corner table, checking his phone. He looked gorgeous today in his blue suit, pressed white shirt, and blue and silver striped tie. A man in a suit, with a body like Ian’s, was too sexy for comfort. She could already feel her body responding. It remembered all too well the pleasure his body could bring.

She sidled up to his table with a saucy smile. “You look lonely, handsome. Can I join you?”

His slow grin set her pulse hammering. “I don’t know. You’re sexy, but I have a girlfriend.”

She ran a finger up his arm, tracing his bicep. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“You’re a naughty young lady. Someone should take you in hand.”

She pretended to pout. “I don’t mean to be bad. I just can’t help it. I need a big, strong man to discipline me.”

He flexed his fingers and her pussy flooded with moisture. It was the same movement he made when he was getting ready to spank her.

His eyes narrowed and his grin became wicked. “I’m the man who could do it, but we’d have to set some rules. You’d have to obey me at all times. My word is law.”

She nodded, her expression solemn. “Your word is law. Will you punish me now?”

He pulled her down into the chair next to him, laughing. “You’re so going to be punished for teasing me like that. Here we are in this public restaurant and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.” He leaned over and gave her a slow kiss. “Hello, little slave,” he whispered, his breath warm in her ear.

He pointed toward the iced tea he’d ordered for her. She drank it gratefully, parched from running errands all morning. He sipped his water and quirked an eyebrow.

“Steady, there. You’re really thirsty aren’t you?”

“I feel like I’ve been running since the sun came up. It’s nice to sit down and have a cool drink.”

Ian frowned. “Don’t let yourself get dehydrated. Then you wouldn’t be able to go with me to The Estate this weekend.”

Tori had mentioned the party to Ian last week and he’d said he wasn’t sure about them going, so she was surprised to hear him say they were.

“We’re going?” She felt a rush of excitement. Lisa and Brianne had bent her ear for the better part of two hours telling her stories about these play parties. She was dying to go but terrified, too. She didn’t want to embarrass him with her inexperience.

“We are. You’re a star pupil of submission. You’ve surprised even me by how quickly you’ve taken to this. We’ll go and play a little bit and watch some others. It will give you some exposure to how others play and also give you a chance to ask some questions. It will also give me a chance to punish you for your little role-playing here at the restaurant today. Now I have a hard dick and no relief in sight.”

She giggled. “We could go out to my car.”

“You’re incorrigible, my slave, and you will definitely get punished at the party.”

She pouted for real this time. “I have to wait until then?”

“It’s two days away. I have to work tonight, and you have your girls’ night out tomorrow night. You’re all mine after that, though.” He dropped his voice. “I’m going to push your boundaries, sweetness.”

She fidgeted on her chair. Her whole body was ready and primed and it was a nonstarter. She gave him her sweetest smile. “Since we won’t be together for a few days, perhaps you might consider letting me blow off some steam?”


She nudged his foot with her own, running her toes up his leg. “You know, taking my pleasure into my own hands, so to speak.”

He leaned forward, his citrus scent teasing her nostrils. “Aw, sweetheart, it’s hard isn’t it? The passion, the desire. I feel it, too.” He straightened and gave her a stern look. “But absolutely not. No. I want you ready to beg by Friday. Your pleasure comes from me and solely from me. No exceptions.”

She sighed. She was ready to beg now. It was going to be a long two days. She wasn’t allowed to bring herself any pleasure, and between fantasizing about him and her reading material it was damn difficult.

She stuck out her tongue. “You’re a mean Dom.”

He laughed easily. “You don’t know the half of it, Tori. I warned you, if you remember.”




“Rolling your eyes at your Dom is a bad idea, little slave. You need a paddling for your blatant show of disrespect. In addition to the punishment you already earned that day at lunch. Teasing me is never a good idea. Let’s get you over to the spanking bench.”

She followed his gaze to the leather-covered contraption in the corner. He dropped her leash so she could walk around it, examining it from all angles. It was easy to see her ass was going to be in the air and vulnerable.

He beckoned to her. “First, we need to remove your leash. Kneel before me and ask me humbly to take off your leash.”

She swallowed and did as he commanded. She knew from her reading this was going to hurt like a bitch, but her body was already humming with arousal at the promise of the erotic pain.

“I didn’t put them on all that tightly, but they’ve been on awhile and this is really going to hurt, slave. Ask me for it.”

She licked her lips, her honey dripping down her thighs. “Master, please remove my leash. I’m ready for the pain.”

He indicated she should stand, and reached for the first clamp. “I doubt you’re ready for the pain, slave. I’ll help you this time.”

Before she knew what was happening he had pulled her to her feet, unscrewed one clamp, tossing it aside, and replacing it with his mouth. He sucked as the blood rushed back to the sore nubs. She grabbed his head as her knees buckled. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain all mixed up. She had barely caught her breath when he repeated his actions on the other side. A moan slipped from her lips and a gush of cream leaked from her pussy.

He held her up until her legs could hold her. “Good girl. You were very brave. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Master.” Her voice was shaky and she tried to steady herself, taking a deep breath. There wasn’t much time to catch her breath before he was leading her to the bench. He helped her kneel on the padded base of the bench. Her ankles and knees were efficiently strapped down, and his hand pressed on the middle of her back, pressing her onto the cool leather. She breathed deeply, her nostrils teased with the smell of Ian, leather, and lilacs from The Estate grounds.

Her arms were stretched out wide, as if she was playing airplane, and clipped into place. He stroked her spine softly, his rough fingertips sending arrows of pleasure directly to her cunt and clit.

“Do you need to use your safeword, Tori? It’s okay if you do. There’s no shame in using it.”

It was comforting to know she could use it at any time. She trusted all play would immediately stop, but she didn’t want to stop it now. She craved this spanking. She needed it.

“No, Master. I’m green.”

“Very well. Let’s get you into position.”

He reached under the platform where her legs were cuffed and flipped a switch, sending her thighs wide apart. A warm breeze from the trees ran over her overheated pussy and teased her clit. She wriggled on the platform, inviting his hand on her ass cheek. He reached under the bench supporting her torso and angled it downward, pushing her ass even higher in the air.

“Perfect. Now you’re ready for your spanking.”

She heard him open his bag, and then he was holding a wood and leather paddle in front of her.

“Kiss it, slave.”

She pressed her lips to the leather nervously. He’d always spanked her with his hand. Tonight was going to be different. This must be what he meant by pushing her boundaries. He rubbed her bottom, getting blood to the surface. This was his usual procedure, so it wasn’t a shock when his fingers delved into her drenched pussy and played with her clit.

“If you want to come, you have to take your punishment. Are you ready, slave?”

“Yes, Master.” She was nervous but excited.

“Ask me humbly to punish you.”

This was harder than the actual spanking. He made her request her own punishment. She was logical enough to know why he was doing it. It was a signal she wanted the spanking. She didn’t have to enjoy asking for it, however. She took a deep breath.

“Please, Master, punish me for my transgressions.”

“Do you deserve to be punished, slave?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see they had attracted a small crowd. His voice was laced with steel and his hand was firm on the small of her back. Lisa and Brianne had made it clear. Her actions reflected on her Dominant. She wouldn’t let him down. They’d agreed to the rules, and she’d broken them.

“Yes, Master. I deserve it.” Her voice was clear and strong. She heard a murmur of approval from the onlookers.

“Then you shall be punished. A paddling for your disrespect. No set count. We’ll go until your ass is nicely hot and your attitude is adjusted.”

He made her wait. He paced back and forth, taking her in at every angle. Finally, he stepped to her left, rubbing her ass cheeks again. She flexed her hands in the restraints, impatient to get the punishment underway.

When the first strike came, it took her breath away. The paddle landed with a resounding thud on her bottom, and it quickly turned to heat. She tried to arch her back, begging for more and letting him know how much she wanted it. Each stroke of the paddle ratcheted up the heat on her ass cheeks until they felt like they were on fire. She was pulling against the restraints restlessly, needing respite for a moment.

“Where are we, slave?”

Tori panted. “Green, Master. Very close to yellow.”

His hand stroked her hair. He bent low to whisper in her ear, his breath warm and comforting. “Will you be displaying any more disrespect, slave?”

“No, Master. I will respect you.”

“Good girl. Time for your reward. You took your punishment well. I always reward good behavior. I think you need to come.”

Tori’s ass, nipples, cunt, and clit burned and tingled. She needed to come more than she needed to breathe.

“Please, Master.”

“I love it when you beg. It’s time for you to scream.”

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