Today
I’m showcasing my short story collection Hearts & Handcuffs:
Romantic Kink. Like all my indie-published books, it’s half off
at Smashwords this month.
Blurb
Kink
can be life-changing, cathartic, a spiritual experience. Sometimes,
though, it’s just plain fun—particularly when your partner is
someone special. Hearts & Handcuffs presents the lighter
side of BDSM—the naughty joy to be found in exploring your pervy
fantasies with someone whose desires complement your own—in six
sizzling short stories that showcase Lisabet Sarai’s famously sexy
prose.
In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.
Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.
In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.
Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.
From
Hearts & Handcuffs
I
pull into the parking lot at seven ten, just ten minutes late. Ten
strokes of the crop, if I’m lucky and he doesn’t choose the cane
instead. I feel wetness gathering between my thighs. I’m not a pain
junkie, but if Theo wants to cane me, I know I won’t object.
My
pulse quickens and my nipples tighten under my jacket as I stand on
the landing, fumbling with my key. He hasn’t told me exactly what
he has planned, just that we’ll do some role play, but by now I
have a pretty good understanding of Theo’s kinky mind. I know that
whatever we do, I’ll love it.
“Theo,
I’m home.” My voice echoes through the modest apartment. It feels
empty. But he should have been back by now. A fist of worry clenches
in my chest. What if something happened to him?
“Theo?”
I head down the hall towards the bedroom.
“Freeze,
lady!”
Cold
metal prods my ribs. I feel the chill right through my suit. An
answering shiver races down my spine. A tall figure steps out from
the shadows of the darkened office to my left. Rough fingers clamp
down on my wrist.
“Hey!
That hurts.”
“Too
bad. Get used to it.” He drags me into the office and forces me
down into his desk chair before snapping on the light. “It’ll
hurt a lot more if you don’t tell me everything you know.”
“What?”
I scan the blue-clad figure looming over me. Where did Theo get a
policeman’s uniform? In any case, he looks fabulous wearing it, the
trim fit accentuating his powerful chest and the tight pants showing
off his muscular thighs. A silvery badge shines on his shirt pocket.
Shaggy hair falls into his eyes, which are dark and intense. He has
ditched his glasses—I guess he must have relented and tried the
contacts I’ve urged on him, because I know he’d never try to top
me without being able to see me clearly. “I don’t know what
you’re talking about.”
“Embezzlement.
Extortion. Industrial espionage. Sound familiar?” His mouth is set
in a hard line. “Gimme
your hand!” In fact he grabs me without waiting for me to comply.
He
pulls a glittery set of handcuffs from his back pocket. They’re
obviously genuine. I try to swallow my nervousness. This is Theo,
I remind myself. Your lover. Your master.
It
takes him no more than a few seconds to cuff me to the chair. “Now
then, missy,” he growls. “Spill. Or I’ll make you.”
“Really—officer.
I have no idea what this is about. Are you sure you haven’t
confused me with somebody else?”
“No
way. The informant was very specific. Wild red hair and the body of a
slut.”
I
am as thoroughly conditioned as Pavlov’s dog. My pussy gushes
whenever he uses that word.
Theo
leans over to unbutton my jacket. He reaches in to claim a nipple,
his fingernails biting into my taut flesh.
I
gasp at the sudden pain and the burst of bliss that follows.
“I
don’t think he did you justice. You’re a fucking wet dream. But
never mind.” He straightens and props himself up against the desk.
“My
job is to get you to talk.” He pulls a nightstick from his belt and
runs his palm along the polished wood cylinder. “Whatever that
takes.”
This
story features Rachel and Theo, the main characters from my erotic
romance novel, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. That
book is also 50% off at Smashwords!
Get
your copy today!
