Managing Humiliation

A year after being dumped by her fiancé on her wedding day,
brokenhearted Rachelle James has started to move forward with her
life. She consumes herself in work and has a mutual rebound
relationship to ease her loneliness. When her younger sister Gina and
her friend, Aubrey don’t include her whenever they go out, she begins
to wonder why and demands to know what’s going on. When they bring her
to Club Lux, Rachelle’s faced with another dose of reality: a sensual
wonderland. In order to prove to them and to herself that she’s
amenable to what this club has to offer, she goes along. The last
thing she expects is to meet Master Lucan, the one man who she can’t
help but submit to.

Lucan Dicic, the eldest of the Dicic brothers just terminated a
long-term relationship with his beloved slave, Luxur and is still
coming to terms with her absence from his life. When Gina and Aubrey
bring Rachelle to his club, the sparks between them fly instantly.
He feels a duty to not just be her Master for a night, but for much
longer, even if he won’t fully admit it to himself at first.

Laura’s nights are spent in tormented ecstasy, but who is this supernatural master who commands her and makes her submit to his will? 

Three people, a private investigator, a hypnotist and a professor with a curious specialty, receive a summons to try and unravel the mystery of the ‘Dark Slave’. All three are involved in the world of S & M but the revelations that await them are stranger and more erotic than they could ever have imagined. A tangled web of domination over this beautiful submissive is slowly revealed and acted out while Laura’s fate hangs in the balance.

Content warning: This novel contains graphic F/F scenes, female anal penetration, M/F/M group sex, D/s, spanking, piercings and cat o’nine tails. Basically, it’s about as HOT as a book can get!!

Publisher’s note: Dark Slave has been previously published and extensively revised for release with Ai Press.

Excerpt:

Not caring about her nudity, Laura stepped out of the bedroom and onto the darkness of the landing.

“Laura…”

The landing was unlit and empty. A line of eerie green light came from beneath the door of the captain’s computer room but its glow didn’t stretch any further. She could hear the whispered creaks and groans of the house weathering the night but, other than that, all was still. Her heartbeat fluttered, she was struck by a moment’s hesitation, and gooseflesh prickled her forearms and back. It was not a response she could blame on the typical inclement chill of her beloved Cumbria. She knew it was because she had been summoned. All thoughts of delaying were instantly banished. Untroubled that she couldn’t see she started down the stairs. She walked with the confidence of familiarity.  Each step was assured because, over the previous year, she had grown used to walking around the captain’s house where she lived as his servant.

“Laura. Come quickly, my dark slave. Come quickly, Laura.”

Hurrying down the stairs, one hand resting on the curve of the banister and the polished wood of each step chilling the soles of her bare feet, Laura hastened to obey. She didn’t hesitate in the dark gloom of the hallway, rushing immediately off to the house’s dining room. Not daring to touch the light switch she walked warily to the center of the room and, as she had always been taught to do, she put her arms behind her back.

“At last,” the voice whispered.

Strong hands stroked between her shoulder blades. They reached for her with an eagerness that belied their owner’s bluff of sounding blasé. The fingers that touched her were icy and she suppressed her body’s need to shiver. That urge became unbearable when the hand reached for one breast and squeezed. She wasn’t entirely sure if the person touching her was the person she expected, and fear kept her throat locked so she was unable to ask the question. The low tone of voice and the omnipresent darkness all conspired to keep the secret.

One nipple was caught between a finger and thumb. The sensation of cold melted to a blossom of delight and then became a pinprick of anguish. The fat bud of flesh was held in a punitive grip that made her want to shrink away and scream. But Laura stood motionless, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. When he finally wrenched his hand away she even managed to contain the gasp of protest that bubbled behind her lips.

“Stay silent and keep your hands behind your back, Laura.”

They were instructions she had been going to obey. Even though the room was held in the thrall of impenetrable darkness, she nodded consent. Her other nipple was caught in the same chilly hand that had held her before and she closed her eyes to properly appreciate the pain. Her skin was already sensitive and eager to suffer the brutal attention, and she savored the delicious sensation. Swallowing thickly, perspiring as her body tried to come to terms with the shrill and penetrating suffering, she wanted to groan when he finally released his hold on her.

There were no footsteps on the wooden floor as he disappeared behind her. The only indication that he had moved was the caress of hemp against her wrists. Laura opened her eyes and found the room remained as dark as it had always been. The fog outside prevented moonlight from reaching the windows and there wasn’t even enough light for her to see shadows, shapes or silhouettes. In the oppressive gloom she could only hear the quickening pulse of her heartbeat and detect the musky scent of her own mounting excitement.

A tremor of arousal fluttered through her as he began to bind her wrists. She had never been able to understand why those two responses were always linked but she couldn’t deny that they invariably accompanied each other. As soon as her body was forced to suffer any sort of restraint—whether it was manacles around her ankles, a rope around her wrists, or some other binding securing a part of her body—Laura knew the swell of excitement was going to rise in her loins. She drew a slow breath to steady her nerves but that didn’t stop the fluid heat from surging through her sex. The inner muscles of her pussy began to throb with growing need and the sensitive tips of her nipples ached sympathetically.

Out of habit she squeezed her buttocks taut.

In this work of S&M erotica for women by Leo Barton, Linda arrives in Barcelona, hoping to study art with the Maestro himself, Delgado, a strict teacher, art connoisseur and perfectionist. From the moment she arrives she finds herself embroiled in a world where S&M is a way of life. She is enticed into visiting The Attica, a nightclub where surreal sexual scenes are enacted, and finds herself drawn in against her will and eventually liberated from the restraints of her previously conformist ideas about sex. A newfound friend, Maria, regales her with stories of her past experiences and Linda's mind is opened to new possibilities she never dreamed existed.

And then there is the Maestro himself: demanding, critical, stern, and powerful. Soon Linda finds herself under his spell and his domination, obeying his every whim!

Elena, a highly successful fashion model feels nothing but antagonism for the cold, handsome billionaire investment banker, Scott Jameson. Accustomed to men fawning over her, she finds his aloofness and disinterest irksome.

Little does she know that beneath his calm exterior lies a fiercely sensual, possibly dangerous dominating male.

And when she makes a spontaneous move to catch his attention, he decides to punish her…and show her exactly why he was a dangerous man to cross…

Warning: This 9,800 word short story contains hot steamy explicit sex with a dominating alpha male billionaire.

Excerpt:

She stiffened as a hard-packed body came up behind her, pinning her to the intricately molded balustrade.

The voice she heard in her ear was deep, and slightly husky with dangerous intent. “You like playing games, don’t you?”

Elena felt a shiver course through her at the sound of that voice, unmistakably stirring. There was a gorgeous scent in the air, something expensive and masculine, yet light and teasing. She drew in a shaky breath, fighting the urge to melt against that warm, solid frame. He unsettled and enthralled her just by his nearness and sensual lethalness.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said on a squeak, knowing who it was even without looking around.

Her skin tingled in the same way; the juncture of her thighs quivered as always whenever he was around. Her eyes closed briefly and suddenly, everything else – the event going on in the ballroom beyond, even the dark shadows enveloping them in a cloak of privacy, lost all significance. All that mattered was that he was here: impossibly holding her close, making her feel every inch of his unrelenting frame.

She felt his lips close to her ear, just feathering over her lobe. For a crazy moment, she felt so sure she’d dreamed him up – that his presence was just a figment of her fevered, lustful imagination.

“I promise you, Elena, that the truth will treat you better where I’m concerned,” he told her softly.

Clara Cotillard is just the temp working at the front desk. But her world is turned upside down when she is chosen to assist the enigmatic CEO billionaire Michael Koch, a man as sexy as he is intimidating. He says she is subject to his every desire, but what does that entail? When she's bent over his desk and punished for a simple mistake, it dawns on Clara that she may be in for more than she's bargained for, and that Michael Koch, CEO, billionaire, has a few dark secrets...

This scorching 15,000+ word novelette tells the tale of a budding dom-sub relationship, a guarded man whose heart is melted, and of a woman who finds an inner strength she never knew she possessed. Explicit descriptions of spanking, power play, fingering and sex.

Excerpt

A silence settled between us again, and I found it harder and harder to keep my eyes on his. Then, to my great relief, he spoke.

“I just wanted to ask you,” he said softly. “What you think about me?”

“Excuse me, Sir?” I replied faintly.

“What do you think about me?”

“Um—”

“Be honest, please, Clara.”

"I’ve only just met you yesterday,” I said carefully. “Everything I know about you is everything everyone knows about you.”

“Ah,” he sounded thoughtfully, leaning back. “Tell me, anyway.”

I nodded and gripped the desk tightly. “You’re one of the most influential men in the world. So, it follows that women want you, and men want to be you.”

“And?” he asked, his expression unchanging.

“And, um, that you have a temper that could kill, and that you demand the very best of everyone.”

“The first,” he said, “is I hope not true. At least, I’ve never killed anyone; only maimed. The second, of course, is true.”

I gulped and nodded at him, and he smiled at me again.

“Is there more?” he asked.

“No,” I chirped. “I think that’s it. I mean, the girls all say you’re very good looking, too.”

“So,” he said, and then he laughed softly, and for a moment even the hardness in his body seemed to soften. “I’m a very angry, very rich, very good looking asshole that men want to be and women want to be with?”

Fashion model Elena Frey enjoys a taste of rough, dark passion at Scott Jameson’s hands-and it was nothing like she’d ever imagined. She soon learns what it would take to be the woman in his life. He doesn’t just take her body-he wants to own it.

He demands Elena’s total submission and she must decide if the price is too high to pay to be with a man who has pushed her beyond all past boundaries.

Warning: This 8,700 word short story contains hot steamy explicit sex with a dominating alpha male billionaire.

Excerpt:

Scott Jameson’s warnings didn’t seem to matter now.

Not when she’d had a taste of his dark, searing passion and wanted more.

That first time…he’d set her free. Opened doors in her head she’d never known existed. Made her discover a part of herself that had always been hidden, suppressed. That side that held a once unconscious instinct to be dominated by a strong male, especially in the sexual context.

Elena knew she’d never, ever forget how it had felt to be punished…and pleasured by Scott Jameson. The things he’d made her do – the things he’d made her say…The way he’d laid his hands on her, and took his belt to her ass…she shivered uncontrollably now as she felt shocked she’d let it all happen.