Today, I’m giving a shout-out to my minions about a new erotic story by Lisabet Sarai, entitled “D&S Duos, Book 5.” Lisabet is an excellent author of erotica, especially when she takes the guard rails off! Be especially careful when she’s holding her cane!
Powerful women take control in this fifth volume of Lisabet Sarai’s D&S Duos series. In “Shades of Red,” a young woman vacationing in Amsterdam rents a room in the fabled red-light district and discovers the thrill of dominating a willing male. In “Poker Night,” a God-fearing, working-class guy visits his Mistress to satisfy his secret, shameful needs. It also includes a sizzling F/m excerpt from The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline, and Desire.
Personally, I enjoy reading smut from Lisabet and other women writers of erotica as they often have a different slant on describing sexual scenes. Check out the X-rated excerpt below, along with the buy links.
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Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086LCM1W9
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B086LCM1W9
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She retrieved the cane from the wall. “This should do the trick.” The flexible rattan rod whistled through the air as she warmed up. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end at the sound. His balls tightened into aching knots.
“Open your thighs wider. And bend over so the fabric’s stretched tight across your butt. That’s good.”
Jack trembled, off-balance, waiting for the first stroke. Leaning forward, he found that the padded cuffs around his wrists supported most of his weight. Then again, he felt as though the lump of granite jutting from his crotch would be heavy enough to drag him to the floor.
He had been hard half an hour before he left the poker game, knowing that this would be his final destination. He hoped nobody had noticed his boner when he got up to leave. Early delivery at the store, he’d told them. Need to get my sleep.
All the last week he’d been harried by anxious dreams, but he’d sleep soundly tonight. He always did, after a session.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured. Still the pain surprised, biting into his flesh as though his ass was totally bare.
“Ow!” he yelled. He had time for two deep breaths before she slashed at him again. His cock jerked against the cotton that bound it against his belly, threatening to explode. The cane left tracks of fire burning across his buttocks. The agony spread and mutated, merging with the awful pressure in his bladder.
Each searing stroke hurt more than the last. He was shaking, near tears, from the excruciating pain and the effort of staying in control. Yet, when she paused to get her breath, he craved another stroke. The pain was almost unbearable, but its loss was worse still.
She might have read his mind.
Jack was silent, overwhelmed with shame. He didn’t want to admit it, his weakness, his sickness.
“Answer me, boy. Have you had enough of my cane? Or do you want more?”
The authority in her voice sent a delicious chill up his spine. Did it even matter what he wanted? He was in her power. Everything was up to her.
“No answer. I guess that means you’re done, that you can’t take anymore—”
“No…more…” The croaking voice seemed to belong to someone else.
“What was that?”
“More. Please, Ma’am. Give me more.”
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter.
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