Unleashing the Woman Within (MF)

The Mystic Museum 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,900
1 Ratings (3.0)
[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, paranormal elements, spanking, cropping, sex toys, HEA]
Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.
Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of information he is determined to find her.
Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.
Note: This book contains forced seduction.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Unleashing the Woman Within (MF)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Unleashing the Woman Within (MF)

The Mystic Museum 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,900
1 Ratings (3.0)
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Ok read but I thought she'd freak out more when she found herself in that situation though.




What would this woman be like? He longed to find someone he could connect with emotionally and intellectually. It would be nice if that person enjoyed this lifestyle. So far, he hadn’t met anyone he clicked with that way here in these rooms. He kept trying though. He was an optimist, and a believer in destiny.

He turned the doorknob and opened the door. The woman had asked to be shackled in the standing position. Her arms were above her head and her legs were spread. Her clothes were on hangers to keep them neat. That was unusual. She stood there in red stiletto heels that matched her nail polish and lipstick. Her black hair appeared unruffled. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He wore his usual black leather outfit.

The woman’s head snapped to the door. Her icy blue stare almost froze him in his tracks. This may be interesting, he thought.

“Release me at once,” she ordered.

She was good. He almost believed she meant it. “I don’t think so.” He continued toward her, blatantly admiring her form. She wasn’t exactly what he considered the normal type for this place. In fact she was far from it. She was rather thin. She had long legs. He pictured them wrapped around him and began to get hard. Her breasts were on the small side compared to the artificially enhanced bosoms he usually encountered here. He found that refreshing. He wanted to touch them, just because they were real.

She began to blush when she noticed he was gobbling her up visually.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice not quite as bold as it had been a moment ago.

“Looking,” he said.

Her blush deepened. Her head turned to follow him as he moved behind her. “Where am I?”

“You have a fine ass,” he said. He slapped one cheek, causing her to jump and scream with surprise. The chains rattled and the shackles clinked.

“Are you crazy?” she shouted. He slapped the other cheek. She screamed louder. “What’s the matter with you?” She craned her neck over her shoulder trying to see him.

He leaned over and kissed first one cheek and then the other, then caressed the pink spots he had just kissed.

“You have a very tender bottom. It goes pink rather quickly. I love to kiss the rosy warm skin after a good slap. It excites me,” he whispered into her ear. “Your safe word for tonight is pansy.”

Her breath hitched. Were those goose bumps he saw prickling her flesh? “Repeat the safe word please.”


“For our safety.”

“What do you mean safety?”

“Repeat the safe word please.”

“Pansy! Now, why am I here and what are you going to do?” she demanded. Her voice filled with bravado.

“All in good time,” he said. He went to the wall and picked out a riding crop with a soft leather tip. He moved in front of her with the crop in one hand.

Her eyes widened with what looked like fear, and then anger. “What is your name?” she demanded.

Her bearing straightened. Even though she was locked in chains, she held herself in a commanding manner, as if it was her due to be answered. As if he was beneath her and therefore he must do as she said. Like a queen ordering a peasant about. He had to smile.

“You may call me Stephen. What may I call you?”

“I am Rowena Milestone. Release me at once, Stephen.”

She said his name with an icy blast. She was used to being obeyed. Maybe she was a Dom trying her hand at a submissive part. If that was the case, she wasn’t doing very well. “Why do you think you’re here, Rowena?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She looked confused now. “I was in front of the painting, and now I’m here.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand. This must be a dream. It has to be a dream.” It sounded as if she was trying to convince herself.

So she wasn’t a Dom. He chose not to explore her answer, at least not at the moment. “So you’re saying that you don’t want to be here?”

“Yes,” she sounded a little hopeful. Her eyes had softened, and they held the same hope he heard in her voice.

“Liar. The only reason you’re here is because you want to be here.”

“I don’t want to be here.” Her eyes were changing now. He could see the beginnings of anger budding there.

“You do. Your body tells me you do.” He ran the crop from the side of her face down her neck to the side of her breast.

She tried to move away. The expression on her face told of fear and anger. Her body betrayed those emotions with signs of excitement and desire. Her nipples puckered just slightly.

“Stop.” she ordered.

He pinched her nipple. “No. You like it and so do I.”

“I don’t like it.” She spat the words at him.

“Oh, but you do.” He moved back to look at her. Her cheeks flushed and her nipples fully budded. “You like me to look at you.” He paused for effect. “I will admit, you are a pretty sight, so unlike the usual type of woman I’ve encountered here. Your skin is milky white and so soft.” He moved closer. He touched her face. He moved his fingers down her neck and shoulder.

She began to struggle against the chains. He thwacked her ass with the crop. She screamed. He was very close to her, so her scream rang in his ears.

He moved back from her while rubbing his ear. His dark glare locked with her icy blue one. Anger and something else passed between them. Whatever it was he felt it in his gut. He knew was going to enjoy this. He hadn’t had a challenge in a long time. “Do not scream again,” he hissed. His body moved closer to hers. He was amazed at the heat radiating from her slight frame.

Her eyes flared in defiance as she screamed again. He raised his palm in front of her face. He smiled. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He spread his lips in what he hoped was a devilish grin. “Oh, yes. I dare.” His hand came down on the cheek of her ass. “And I dare again.” He spanked her hard one more time. “Would you like another?”




“Then maybe you’ll like this instead.” He stepped back from her. He tapped the tip of the crop to her ankle. “I like your shoes, Rowena, fiery red, like your temper. I will learn and taste all the fiery things about you before this encounter is over.”

She shuddered and sucked in a breath.

“I think you like being helpless and out of control.” He moved the crop up the inside of her calf. “Spread your legs open wider, Rowena.” He tapped the crop to her calf with authority.

She didn’t move.

He slapped her ass again. “It’s so warm.” He leaned down behind her. “Yes, it is getting really pink now.” He caressed the rosy patch. He kissed little pecks all over it. “Oh, yes, I could do this all night.”

“Sadist,” she accused him angrily.

“Not really, but I could be if you’d like. The next man may be a sadist. He may enjoy hurting you. Do you want me to treat you rough and hurt you? Is that why you’re here? Is that how you get your kicks, Rowena?”

“No,” she whispered. She sounded shocked.

“Then thank you for being so disobedient, so I get to punish you. I truly do enjoy spanking you.”

“The next man? What you mean the next man?” she demanded.

She sounded like she really didn’t know. “There will be another after me, and then a third. They will have their way with you just as I will. They may not be as understanding about your defiance.”

“Understanding? This is understanding? My ass is stinging.

“I believe it is. He caressed her cheeks again as he looked into those lovely blue eyes straining to see him over her shoulder. He placed the crop on the back of her calf. He dragged the crop over her skin as he moved around her. “Spread your legs, Rowena,” he commanded.

This time she followed his order, but if her eyes were knives, he’d have been flayed alive. Her lips flattened into an angry thin line.

“Very good, Rowena, you’re learning to curb your tongue. Let’s see if I can make you earn another heated caress.”

He moved the crop up her calf to the inside of her thigh. “It’s such a pity you don’t like my touch. This soft skin is very tender.” He flicked the leather tip of the crop across her inner thigh.

She screamed.

“Oh, thank you, Rowena.” He slapped her ass again. He caressed it and moved behind her to kiss it. This time he placed wet kisses all over her rounded buttock while flicking out his tongue against the warmed skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head with such vehemence the chains above her rattled.

“I don’t believe you, Rowena. Maybe you’d like this more.” He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue over the exposed skin and over her anus.

She jumped. “Stop!” she ordered.

He slapped her ass. He put the crop at her ankle and moved it toward her thigh. “Would you like me to use the crop here?” He quickly moved the crop to her crotch. “Would you like the leather to lick your pussy, or would you prefer my tongue?”

“You would use that thing there? You would whip me there?”

“I would not whip you, Rowena. I would make the leather caress your cunt.” He pressed the crop harder against her open pussy. “Look down, Rowena.”

She looked straight ahead.

He slapped her ass. “Look down,” he ordered.

Her head bent forward.

“Do you see the leather tip?”

She nodded.

“I will make it kiss you there.” He moved his free hand around her waist and down. He spread his fingers over her mons and through the small patch of neatly trimmed, coarse black hair. He moved his fingertips in a small circle, gently massaging.

She began to take quick breaths.

“The thought of that excites you, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s your touch.”

“Oh, so you do like my touch.”

“Apparently.” She panted, and her hips pressed into his fingers.

“Much better, now we can begin to play.”

“Play?” The word came out in the heated rush.

“Oh, yes. I like to play.” He pressed into her from behind. He could feel his hard cock throbbing through the leather. This woman excited him more than any woman had in a very long time. Tonight he would be her second lover and maybe her third. The night was young, he would see.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

“How long have you been doing this?” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his middle finger between the lips of her cunt searching for her clit. He found the spot and pressed ever so lightly.

She moaned.

“Do you want more?”

She nodded, yes.

“Then tell me, how long?”

“I’ve never done this.”



He didn’t know why, but he believed her. “Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly massaged her clit.

She relaxed into him and moaned. “That feels good,” she said.

“I think I like this side of you,” he whispered and nipped her ear lobe.

She stiffened as she realized she’d let down her guard.

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