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The Immortalis
Series:
Becoming a vampire is easy. Living with the condition...
that's the hard part. Join Alyssa as she stumbles through the world of the
"Unnatural."
Book 3: Pandora's Box
- After a few months as a vampire, Alyssa
thought she'd learned all she needed to know about the supernatural world. But
her confidence is shattered by the delivery of a mysterious package - a
Pandora's Box. Seemingly innocuous, the box is in reality an ancient prison,
generated by a magic more powerful than anyone in her clan has ever known. But
what manner of evil could need such force to contain it? When the box is
opened, the sinister creature within is released, and only supernatural blood
will satiate its thirst. The clan soon learns how it feels when the hunter
becomes the hunted.
*Friday's feature is Katie's most recent release. Here is an excerpt. Be sure to check back for more.
Submission Therapy
EXCERPT:
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
Master Sweet rested his hand back
in my hair. “Natasha, it’s time to begin.”
He fisted that hand again,
reigniting the heat in my scalp, while his other swept down my calf and stopped
at my red-black two-toned peek-a-boo toe Louboutin pumps.
“What size do you wear, Natasha?”
He drew the shoes off one at a time.
“Six.”
“Yet you have size eight feet.”
“Guys exaggerate their dicks,
girls shrink their feet.”
He turned his already-tight fist,
pulling a sharp breath into my lungs. “That kind of language is a privilege.
One you’ve not earned.”
I couldn’t speak through the
tension in my body, and I couldn’t nod without risking searing pain. Thankfully
Master Sweet eased his grip just enough to allow my voice back.
“Yes.”
“You will address me as Master
Sweet, or simply Master.”
“Yes, simply Master.” I tensed
up, ready for him to squeeze again. Instead he shocked me by pushing forward,
overbalancing me until I was on hands and knees, my cheek buried in the carpet.
His pelvis nudged up against my ass, and he was definitely packing something
hard in there.
He took a long, deep breath in.
“I do so enjoy these early stages.”
“Yes, Master,” said the toadying
redhead.
He brought his free hand back
down to my feet. He appeared to still be addressing his off-sider. “Look at the
deep lines her shoes have carved. The rich redness of constriction.”
“Yes, Master.”
His breath seemed to falter for a
moment. “It will be exquisite to see this all over her body.”
All over my body? What
exactly was that supposed to mean?
I should have known better. Never agree to a deal without the terms being
spelled out in a contract. Business 101. “Listen, Mister Sweets. Unconventional
sex therapy is one thing, but no one is putting any kind of marks on my body.
Are we clear?” I threw his condescending words back at him.
“Do you understand what it means
to submit?”
His callous tone caught me off
guard, but I quickly recovered.
“I have underlings for that.”
“So you see submission as a form
of weakness.”
“Absolutely. I bow to no one.”
“You do now. “ The finality of
his words was chilling.
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