Best friends since early childhood, Lily and Kyle do everything together but have sex…
From the school room to their morning radio show at KKRC, Kyle Austin has always had Lily's back, which is why her refusal to see him as anything other than a friend irks him. After overhearing a conversation revealing her true dominant nature, he sees an opportunity to have what he’s always wanted: Lily. With Christmas around the corner, he's not above shedding his nice guy image to show her how just naughty he can be.
Desperate to exorcise her lust before their annual New Year get together, Lily heads to her club…
Lily Banner thinks she holds a dark secret from Kyle, which is why his presence at the Velvet Fist is such a surprise. She’s wanted him forever, but to have him meant corrupting her best friend in ways he’d never imagined or so she thought. Because late at night, when the need gets to her, she dons her leather and becomes Mistress Banner – a domme who will demand more than just sex from him. But now that he’s in her world…will she get what she never thought she could have for Christmas?
Watching the male strapped to the wooden contraption beg for leniency from the woman he wanted had Kyle clenching his fists. Lily seemed to be in her zone. It was a side he’d never fully seen. Sure parts of it seeped through at work as she played the smart-assed Rocking Lilith, but it was never like it was here. The total command, domination in her tone was unforgiving as she tormented the sub with her words. From where he stood next to Maureen, her voice was muffled. He wasn’t sure what she was exactly saying, but when she held up something shiny, the submissive moaned loudly. He glanced to Maureen for confirmation.
“A cock ring, Kyle.” She winked at him. “You know what one of those is, don’t you?” She leaned against the support beam next to the one-way mirror.
He gritted his teeth. A cock ring? She was going to put such a torture device on the poor man? The idea seemed cruel, but at the same time it intrigued him. He knew in theory what the ring was supposed to do. He just couldn’t imagine willingly letting a woman place one around his cock. Or to control his pleasure in such a base way, because there was no coming with a cock ring on – none.
“Well you better get used to the idea of seeing them.” She darted a glance at him as Lily moved to the far side of the cross, her hands obviously loosening and unzipping the submissive’s leather pants, if the sudden loose fit of them against his ass was any indication. “And wearing one of them, Mistress Banner controls every iota of her sub’s pleasure and pain.”
“Damn.” He exhaled sharply, his eyes focused on the unfolding scene in front of him. The restrained man arched towards Lily, and even through the glass he could hear the long moan that escaped the submissive as she slid the ring into place. The bite in her tone was clear even on the other side of the glass. She was reprimanding the sub, possibly telling him how she’d warm his ass if he tried such a stunt again. She would touch him at her leisure, not his.
Kyle’s nuts pulled up in warning. He gripped the ledge in front of the mirror. He needed to get control of himself, before he did something incredibly stupid – like barge into the room and demand she touch him - punish him if that was what she needed. “Son of a bitch…”
“A bit more than you expected when you came to me, right?” Maureen seemed resigned. “This is the reality of her world. If a submissive can’t control his need to come, then she’ll do it for him. Hence the cock ring.”
“Demanding little thing…” He shook his head. But then he’d always know Lily had an evil streak a mile wide. She loved to tease, to push the boundaries even as a child. It shouldn’t be a surprise she still did as an adult.
“Of course, she is. But don’t let what you see on the surface fool you. There’s more than deviousness in her. She can be generous if she feels it is warranted. If a submissive gives everything he has, but needs to feel the lash across his back to center himself once more, she’ll wear her arm out until he’s achieved sub-space.”
His utter shock must’ve shown because she gave him a soft smile. “There are many facets to a dominant, Kyle. They can be stern, harsh, even sadistic, but at the same time want to reward the submissive in their care. And in Mistress Banner’s case, whether it’s for her submissive’s benefit or her own, she enjoys toying with them, using their bodies – pushing their boundaries in ways they’d never imagined.” She pushed away from the wall. “That’s why I am so leery to help you. Can you honestly tell me you’re submissive enough to handle what she can dish out?” She nodded toward the mirror, drawing his attention back to Lily and her submissive. He jumped when the flash of the whip caught his eye as she brought it down on the man’s back. A pleasure-filled moan shook him to the core.
“Holy shit…she’s actually whipping him.” He swayed on the balls of his feet as all the blood in his head vacated – rushing south to fill his cock until he was hard and desperate for release. Who’d have thought seeing such a thing would give a result like this? What the hell was wrong with him?
Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who found her passion in storytelling at a young age. She wrote her first novel her freshman year on an old electric IBM typewriter. Now writing in several different genres from erotic romance and BDSM to m/m and paranormal, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s a devoted band mom and a loving wife.
You can find Dakota on the web at www.dakotatrace.net.
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