Sweet Surrender: A Club Stratosphere Novel
* as seen in Coming in Hot from Naughty Nights Press
* Available September 19, 2016
The memory flashed of a lithe body straddling the bench, a fine sheen of sweat glistening off her skin. Olivia lay face down, bare and with her backside glowing from the heavy flogger grasped in my hand. A tendril of auburn hair had escaped the long skein of her ponytail, limp and sweat dampened against her cheek. Her wrists were cuffed to the bench at one end, and her ankles were attached at the other as the buffalo leather flogger I wielded swished through the air and kissed her skin. She grunted from the impact but showed no other sign of discomfort as I rained down blow after blow until her skin warmed to a bright, healthy pink.
My thin cotton pajama bottoms were no match for the erection straining to break free of them. I stepped back from the bench, pushing the memory aside, and moved to the next piece of furniture. A large wooden x-shaped structure reclined to the right of the bed. Silver rings were bolted to the polished wood, and heavy leather cuffs hung from the highest loops. Another set were fastened to bolts near the bottom of each beam, resting on the platform that held the solid oak contraption upright. The words Saint Andrews Cross flitted through my mind and I smiled as pieces began to fit together, the memory of my weekend in this room with Olivia becoming clearer by the second.
I lost track of time as I moved around the room and explored every memory that its contents provoked. The sounds of leather on flesh, moans of pleasure, cries and exclamations of pain, and pleas for more, to not stop, to make it hurt. The feel of her supple muscles under soft skin was almost palpable. The sweet, citrusy scent of her Satsuma perfume tickled my nose as my brain recalled the first time I’d pressed my lips to the curve of her throat and breathed her in.