Authors: Lisabet Sarai

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BOOK: Challenge to Him

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James, the sub, hesitated, ensconced between those smooth, muscular thighs. He gazed up at his mistress, seeking permission to begin.

“Get on with it!”

The submissive needed no further encouragement. Clasping his hands in the small of his back as if they were bound, he leant forward to bury his face in Maya’s muff.

The dominatrix closed her eyes, gripping the arms of the chair. Her thigh muscles tensed as she strained for satisfaction, arching her back to grind her clit against the sub’s nose. James slurped and lapped at her pussy, coming up every now and then for air, then diving back into her depths. Their corner of the dungeon began to smell like a beach at low tide.

Stephen couldn’t look away. He watched the blood leave Maya’s knuckles as she clutched the chair more tightly.
She needs to be cuffed. She’s trying too hard.
The thought hit him out of nowhere, but something told him it was true.
She can’t let go.
His Dom radar on high gain, he noticed the flush climbing across her breasts, the way her breath came quick and shallow. James became more energetic, obviously determined to bring his mistress to climax. Her legs trembled. A visible pulse beat in her temple. But she didn’t climax.

“Enough!” She forced the sub away from her with the sole of her foot. He tumbled backwards, with a hard landing that must have forced the plug deep into his ass, if his gasp was any indication. Her blazing eyes silenced his protest. “Come,” she commanded, flicking her toe against his drooling cock.

A white fountain spurted from James’ groin. Stephen’s balls tightened in sympathy, but he managed to control himself. Maya snatched her shoes out of the path of James’ eruption. She waited till the torrent had subsided and the burly man had collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Then she rose and patted his head.

“Good boy. You did well tonight. Maybe I’ll see you next week.” She stalked out of the dungeon towards the locker room while her devotee was still mumbling his thanks.

“Whew! That woman really knows what she’s doing!”

Dazed with lust, Stephen had totally forgotten Tom’s presence.

“What? Oh—yeah, you’re right. She’s incredible.”

“But untouchable, or so I’ve been told. Doesn’t want to get close to anyone. I know half a dozen subs—men, and women, too—who’d do anything to wear her collar. She’s just not interested.”

“Hmm.” Stephen gazed down the corridor where Maya had disappeared. Could he catch up with her? “Well, you know what they say. Different strokes and all…”

A hearty chuckle shook Tom’s bearish frame. “Right! Speaking of strokes, Master Shark, there’s a sweet young thing waiting in the ‘schoolroom’ who’s dying to meet the sexy new Dom from San Francisco…”

Sweet and young wasn’t really what Stephen wanted, just then. No, he had a powerful desire for something tangier and more mature. He clapped his old friend on the shoulder. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. There’s something I’ve got to do first.”

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About the Author

I became addicted to words at an early age. I began reading when I was four. I wrote my first story at five years old and my first poem at seven. Since then, I’ve written plays, tutorials, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred-page dissertation and, of course, erotica. I’m the author of four erotic novels and two short story collections. I also edited the groundbreaking anthology
Sacred Exchange
, which explores the spiritual aspects of BDSM relationships, and the massive collection
Cream: The Best of the Erotic Readers and Writers Association
. My short stories have appeared in more than two dozen print collections edited by erotica luminaries such as M. Christian, Maxim Jakubowski, Mitzi Szereto, Rachel Kramer Bussel and Alison Tyler.

My lifelong interests in sex and the written word became serendipitously entwined about a decade ago when I read my first Black Lace book by Portia da Costa. Her work inspired me to take my fantasies out of the closet (and the private email files) and expose them to the world. The rest, as they say, is history (although, granted, no more than a minor footnote!).

I’ve always loved travelling—my husband seduced me in a Burmese restaurant by telling me tales of his foreign adventures. Since then I have visited every continent except Australia, although I still have a long travel wish list. Currently I live with him and our two exceptional felines in Southeast Asia, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.

Email:
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Lisabet loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
http://www.total-e-bound.com
.

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