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Sage L. Morgan
Personal Assistant (bdsm spanking submission erotica)
Personal Assistant (bdsm spanking submission erotica)
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Aubrey is a Midwestern farm girl trying to make it in Hollywood, so she considers her opportunity to work as heartthrob Blake Austin's personal assistant a blessing. It doesn't take long for her to realize that she'll be assisting Blake in more than a few ways, and that it's not necessarily a bad thing.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, including BDSM themes, spanking, oral sex, penetration, bondage, and submission. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older, only.
Excerpt:
Mr. Austin stood before a cabinet made of sumptuous, dark wood. He pressed his hand against it for a moment, as if he were trying to decipher code from its fine grain. Then, he closed his hand over the knobs and pulled it open. I gasped when I saw its contents.
I recognized some of the instruments immediately. There were leather crops of various styles and sizes, similar to the riding crops we used on the horses back home. But these were different, scaled down to be used on animals that weren’t as large as horses. Chains, handcuffs, and other implements I had no words for were interspersed throughout. The more I studied its contents, the sicker I felt.
“Mr. Austin?” I squeaked.
Mr. Austin stood with his back toward me. He ran his hand along a sinister-looking crop tipped with a spray of leather straps. “Yes, Aubrey?”
“What’s my punishment?”
To my relief, Mr. Austin shifted his focus from the crop to a set of handcuffs connected to a long, silver chain. “My job is very demanding,” he said as he fingered the chain. “It calls for a certain caliber of assistant. It calls for discipline.”
I clenched my entire body, trying to keep from trembling. A word I’d heard whispered around the shadier parts of town floated to the surface of my mind: BDSM. It was supposed to be sexy or exciting, but all I felt was frightened. As scared as I was, though, I couldn’t help but be drawn to Mr. Austin’s presence.
Approximate word count: 5,000 SHORT STORY
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, including BDSM themes, spanking, oral sex, penetration, bondage, and submission. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older, only.
Excerpt:
Mr. Austin stood before a cabinet made of sumptuous, dark wood. He pressed his hand against it for a moment, as if he were trying to decipher code from its fine grain. Then, he closed his hand over the knobs and pulled it open. I gasped when I saw its contents.
I recognized some of the instruments immediately. There were leather crops of various styles and sizes, similar to the riding crops we used on the horses back home. But these were different, scaled down to be used on animals that weren’t as large as horses. Chains, handcuffs, and other implements I had no words for were interspersed throughout. The more I studied its contents, the sicker I felt.
“Mr. Austin?” I squeaked.
Mr. Austin stood with his back toward me. He ran his hand along a sinister-looking crop tipped with a spray of leather straps. “Yes, Aubrey?”
“What’s my punishment?”
To my relief, Mr. Austin shifted his focus from the crop to a set of handcuffs connected to a long, silver chain. “My job is very demanding,” he said as he fingered the chain. “It calls for a certain caliber of assistant. It calls for discipline.”
I clenched my entire body, trying to keep from trembling. A word I’d heard whispered around the shadier parts of town floated to the surface of my mind: BDSM. It was supposed to be sexy or exciting, but all I felt was frightened. As scared as I was, though, I couldn’t help but be drawn to Mr. Austin’s presence.
Approximate word count: 5,000 SHORT STORY
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