I'm
fascinated by psychology so I’m curious what people will do behind
closed doors that they would never do if other people knew about it.
Mix that with how much of our lives we live on the internet these
days - between social media, being glued to our phones, and online
dating - I came up with the idea to show how a BDSM relationship
might work if it began online.
Another
inspiration for Her Web Master was the premise behind a
reality show called "Dating in the Dark." When I saw that
show I was like - What? But I love the idea of falling in love with
someone's soul and their personality before they even see what the
other person looks like. And that's what happens in Her Web
Master.
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go...
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me--body, mind, and soul--into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we've built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either
way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, "For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid."
And I am going to pay...
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you're looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
Excerpt
– (Abridged Prologue) Rated R:
I
stared at the ice cubes in my glass, all that was left of my first
drink. I was only allowed two, so I relished the sensation as bourbon
sank deliciously into my bloodstream, numbing me ever so slightly. I
tried to wait patiently for the next cocktail to arrive, but patience
had never been my strong suit. An only child, spoiled rotten by my
parents who’d all but given up on having children when I came
along, I wasn’t accustomed to waiting. But today of all days, I
needed that next drink to calm my frayed nerves.
The
restaurant at the Omni Hotel wasn’t crowded, about what one
expected on a Thursday late afternoon. The elegant décor looked to
be the result of a recent remodel, and I wondered who had done it. My
mother would want to know the name of the designer. She served as the
director of Fort Worth’s Junior Cotillion, as well as on a number
of museum boards, and she’d taught me to stay abreast of all things
related to the arts, but right now considering the hotel’s new look
only helped distract me from an imminent meeting with the most
important man in my life.
I
was excited yet anxious because this would be my first meeting with
my lover.
Our
first meeting face-to-face.
He’d
left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for
us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move
on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his
intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose
strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear. My
hair wasn’t choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It
always misbehaved.
I
watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I
hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent
feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me
to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little
world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my
friends had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t
invisible. He relied on me.
Sure
it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something,
and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A
few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating
husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble,
which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a
darker side of myself with needs that could never have been met by my
philandering husband. I’d never meant to find someone. I’d
merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.
What
I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission,
self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with
a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my
soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex
acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate
and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I
was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our
relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir”,
but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated
only via Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is,
until today.
I
always insisted we not use a webcam, even though he implored me to do
webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me,
so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher at one of Fort
Worth’s finest preparatory schools! I couldn’t take the risk of
being videotaped during our play sessions. So the only notion I have
of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination.
But
today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play
date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my flesh, leaving a trail
of goosebumps in its wake.
The
waiter set my second bourbon in front of me. Always cognizant of my
manners, I thanked him with a smile. I had been born into one of the
wealthiest families in Texas and I’ve been given every advantage. I
attended the right boarding schools, wore the right clothes, and
behaved as any proper debutante should. And what had that gotten me?
An
unfulfilling marriage to an unfaithful jackass and a lifetime of
trying to meet other people’s expectations rather than my own.
I sipped my drink then smiled. But not today. Today I was doing what
I wanted for a change.
I
would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past four months.
My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would
it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the
“Master” I’d daydreamed about.
Things
never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the
hero in a book, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the
character in your head. Always a disappointment.
I’d
tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured
MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather
average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason
I pictured him wearing glasses, possibly he had a beard.
In
any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that was captivating.
MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in
which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the
wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather
than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always
lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs.
And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at
a time when I desperately needed that. I wanted to please him.
Draining
my second drink, I considered a third. I sighed deeply at the thought
of the swats that MC would rain down on me for breaking his two-drink
maximum. It made me wriggle in my chair, and the excitement between
my legs spread down into my toes. My phone showed it was 5:12, and my
tummy tightened. Any minute now… He told me he would be here at
5:15. The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same
time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both
pain and pleasure.
“Close
your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice came from behind my chair.
It was a sound I’d come to crave and hearing it sent shivers of
anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that
moment in time, to stop things while things were still beautiful
between us, before reality could mar the fantasy.
A
hand circled my nape. His touch was like an electric current, setting
my skin aflame. I leaned back against his fingers, shamelessly aching
for more, though I knew I should maintain my composure because we
were in a public place. But it was all I could do not to moan out
loud.
He
wrapped my long hair over his wrist and gripped it firmly. “I see
you were looking at your phone. Did you think I’d be late?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Good.
I’m going to sit beside you, to your left, but you will keep your
eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“What
did you say?” He pulled my hair tight, and I immediately wondered
if anyone in the restaurant noticed.
“Yes,
Sir.” My heart thumped hard in my chest.
“That’s
better.”
He
let go of my hair, and I yearned for him to touch me again. I kept my
eyes closed, though I knew I must look an odd spectacle.
“Was
that your second drink?”
I
nodded.
“I
expect you to answer me properly.”
I
squirmed in my seat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would
you like another one?”
“Yes,
but you said I could only have two.”
“Do
you plan to be a good girl today?”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Since
you followed my directions so well and this is something of a special
occasion, you may have another one. What would you like?”
“I’ll
have a bourbon and water, please, Sir.”
“That’s
a mighty strong drink for a young lady.”
I
wasn’t that young, but I appreciated the chivalrous thought. “My
grandmother taught me that if you drink bourbon and water it won’t
sneak up on you the way sweeter drinks will. That way a lady can
always take care of herself.”
“Smart
woman, your grandmother.”
I
listened as he ordered more drinks, my eyes closed the whole time,
feeling ridiculous. Then I gave up and lowered my head, pretending to
look at the ground. I’d spent my entire life being worried about
what people thought of me. It was exhausting, trying to be perfect
all the time.
Part
of me was dying to cheat, to open my eyes to see what this dynamic
man actually looked like, while the other part was enjoying the game
and wished it could go on forever. Because once I saw his face,
nothing between us would ever be the same. The fantasy would
disappear, replaced by a yet-to-be-known reality, with only a few of
the fragments of our mutual projection remaining.
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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of children, hunky husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587.
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