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- Herausgeber: WS
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A couple under stress, a woman alone—can three hearts be better than two?
Dustin
My Domme, my boss, my lover… Nadine is all those things to me. Our professional relationship has slid into the personal, and I have no problem with that. Pleasing her is my top priority. When things go sideways at work, I’m not sure how to help…until the answer presents itself in the guise of an angel.
Nadine
As a successful marketing executive, I have high standards. Dustin, my submissive and executive assistant, is perfection. But even he can’t solve my latest work dilemma. Then we meet Angelique, and I’ve found the star of my next campaign. Now I just have to convince the young woman that posing for me is in her best interests and, even better, convince her to join Dustin and me in a triad relationship.
Angelique
When a gorgeous man asks me to pose for a photo shoot, I’m skeptical. I’m overweight and unattractive, so who would want my picture? Refusing him is easy…but he’s persistent, and I give in. He’ll soon see how wrong he is.
Surprisingly, a photo shoot can be fun. Dustin is sweet and kind, and his boss Nadine is incredible. They have the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted, and it's clearly not just professional. I'm sad when the photo shoot is done and I have to leave them and head out into the cold, alone. Then Dustin asks an unbelievable question.
This 25k story is an FFM BDSM novella and is part of the Dr. Donna Jennings Purple Passion Reflection for Women Cards series.
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Acouple under stress, a woman alone—can three hearts be better than two?
Dustin
My Domme, my boss, my lover… Nadine is all those things to me. Our professional relationship has slid into the personal, and I have no problem with that. Pleasing her is my top priority. When things go sideways at work, I’m not sure how to help…until the answer presents itself in the guise of an angel.
Nadine
As a successful marketing executive, I have high standards. Dustin, my submissive and executive assistant, is perfection. But even he can’t solve my latest work dilemma. Then we meet Angelique, and I’ve found the star of my next campaign. Now I just have to convince the young woman that posing for me is in her best interests and, even better, convince her to join Dustin and me in a triad relationship.
Angelique
When a gorgeous man asks me to pose for a photo shoot, I’m skeptical. I’m overweight and unattractive, so who would want my picture? Refusing him is easy…but he’s persistent, and I give in. He’ll soon see how wrong he is.
Surprisingly, a photo shoot can be fun. Dustin is sweet and kind, and his boss Nadine is incredible. They have the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted, and it's clearly not just professional. I'm sad when the photo shoot is done and I have to leave them and head out into the cold, alone. Then Dustin asks an unbelievable question.
This 25k story is an FFM BDSM novella and is part of the Dr. Donna Jennings Purple Passion Reflection for Women Cards series.
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Contents
Chapter One
Nadine
As I eyed Dustin’s pinkened ass, some of my stress fell away.
Some…but not all.
“Want more?”
“Mistress, I always want more.” He wiggled his gorgeous ass. The ass of a twenty-six-year-old.
I had him tied to my spanking bench, and I tapped my crop against my palm. Since we were both morning people, we’d decided on a quick scene before showers and work.
Dustin claimed he liked to feel my mark on him the entire day. Even beyond if I managed to bruise him.
Today, though, I needed him focused. That meant going easy.
After a series of hard strikes, he moaned.
Finding him had proved providential. He’d applied to be my executive assistant, and I realized early on that he was good at anticipating my needs. My desires. My deepest dreams. He’d also been the one to figure out I was a Domme in the local Vancouver BDSM scene.
He still wouldn’t reveal how he’d figured that out.
Since he picked me up every day and drove me home, my suspicion was that he’d gone sneaking and had found my dungeon.
“Are you going to be a good boy today?” I thwacked his ass again.
“Am I ever?” He countered.
I heard the smile. “Dustin.” I used my warning tone.
“Nadine.” He drawled that back.
I hit harder.
He sighed.
With one final strike, I grinned. Oh yes, that was one reddened butt. I laid the crop on the side table and moved to stand behind him. I grasped each of his cheeks and squeezed. Hard. Digging in my nails.
“Oh yes.” He moaned. “Like that.”
I pulled back and swatted his ass. “I’m going to unshackle you, then you’re getting in the shower and washing me off.” Having opted to go naked this morning instead of my usual corset, short skirt, and lace stockings, I hadn’t sweated as much as normal. Still, I’d let him lather me up, show me a good time, dry me off, and we’d be on our way in no time.
I’d leave him with blue balls because I loved to know he was hard for me.
After unshackling him, I rubbed his hands to ensure proper circulation.
He used that moment to pull me flush against him for a deep kiss. He had to lean over, of course, since he topped six feet and I barely hit five.
I grasped his overlong blond locks and tugged.
He surged against me with his hard cock pressing against my belly. “Just once, Mistress, please? We have time.”
We didn’t. And even if we did, that hadn’t been the point of today’s exercise. Today was about self-control—for both of us. “Another time, my pretty.”
He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. “I love being your pretty.”
I’d stumbled across that once, and his reaction had been spectacular. All smiles and bright light shining in his eyes. The irony was I’d hired him for his smarts. He’d earned a diploma in New Media Design and Web Development, then gone on to get a Bachelor of Business Administration degree. Truthfully, he was overqualified to work for me, but I’d slowly been introducing him to other areas of my business and increasing his responsibilities. My boutique advertising firm specialized in marketing campaigns for major corporations located in British Columbia—and Vancouver in particular.
“Shower, dear. We’ll stop at the coffee shop for those divine egg-white sandwiches you love.”
He snickered. “Only if I can get extra bacon.”
“Your cholesterol.”
“Is something I can worry about when I’m fifty.”
“Don’t say that.”
He pulled back. “You’re not even close to that age.”
I winced. “Forty-two, with my cholesterol numbers creeping up.”
“Guess you’ll just have to work me harder tonight.”
“Fair.” I smacked his ass. “But only if we find the perfect model today. Otherwise, this campaign is going to shit. Maybe we can expand our search to Seattle? I’d pay for the right person to come up.”
“We’ll find a good Canadian woman, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and then sauntered away, his reddened ass jiggling in just the right way.
I loathed shower caps, but I’d washed my hair last night and getting it wet again wasn’t an option. As I braced myself against the shower wall, and Dustin ate me out, I was glad I didn’t have to worry about where the water went. It cascaded down my body in that delicious way that both invigorated and soothed. I’d gotten quite a workout this morning—Dustin was merely rewarding me for my ministrations.
After I came—spectacularly—he cleaned me off with my favorite moisturizing shower gel and sent me on my way as he cleaned himself up.
As I stepped out of the shower, I eyed his impressive erection. Bringing me pleasure always ramped him up. I smiled. “You may come.”
I was feeling generous.
“Oh, thank you, Mistress.”
Three quick tugs later, and he came with a shout, his cum mixing with the hot water of the shower.
Good thing I’d installed hot water on demand when I’d bought this house in Mount Pleasant.
A heritage home. It was all old hardwood, crown moldings, and stately rooms.
I’d transformed the bohemian chic into sophisticated modern. I was all about sleek lines, a dominant chrome-and-leather look, and plenty of art that I rotated, depending on my mood.
I’d maintained the purple-and-dark-green paint on the outside, so I continued to match the neighborhood. Visitors were then surprised at my modern interior—but it truly suited my personality.
The dungeon had been the pièce de résistance.
And somewhere I rarely invited guests.
Well, except my BDSM people who visited frequently.
I dried off, applied a special moisturizer to my skin, and selected today’s outfit.
Power pantsuit in red, a white blouse, and my fuck-me heels. I needed the boost today, and Dustin’s whistle of appreciation when I posed for him let me know I’d made the right choice.
“I don’t see why you can’t be the model for the campaign.” He swept over to me, then spun me around. “You’re hot.”
“Young and hip.”
“Mature and sexy.”
I laughed. I’d succumbed to him once and had posed for a poster about racialized women’s health. We’d done that campaign at cost for Vancouver Health Authority. Me as the Black woman, plus an Indigenous woman, an Indian woman, a Chinese woman, and a woman of South Asian descent. We didn’t come close to covering all the ethnicities in the lower mainland, but we’d hit a good number of them. The health authority had been so pleased, they’d hired us to do several more. I hadn’t planned on specializing—and we hadn’t—but those campaigns got us nibbles from several private health facilities and I now had one of my advertising specialists focused on that aspect of the business.
The private clients were willing to pay top bucks for top-quality work. And, whenever possible, we recruited models from within their organizations. Which meant we weren’t always looking for the most attractive. If someone loved their job, we’d incorporate that. I enjoyed having real people as much as the unattainable beauty of the models I often called on.
Dustin tapped my nose before finishing buttoning his shirt and tying his tie. “You’re obsessing.”
“I want to find the right girl.”
“Woman,” he corrected.
I arched an eyebrow.
“You would yell at someone for doing that.”
“Maybe.” I snagged my briefcase.
“You need your shawl.”
I glared.
“I don’t care if you think it diminishes your executive look. It’s near freezing and autumn is well and truly entrenched. You need either a shawl or your trench coat. Personally, I find the shawl sexier. Makes me wonder what you have hidden.”
As I gazed up and down myself, I wondered what he honestly saw. I wasn’t skinny, but I wasn’t curvy. Despite my best efforts, I had a bit of a belly on me. Forty hit pretty hard, and hiring Dustin had been my gift to myself. Upon reading his credentials, I’d assumed I’d be mentoring him, then advancing him in the company. His devotion to me, as well as his steadfast desire not to move, kept him by my side.
My phone buzzed with an incoming text. “Get my shawl.”
Dustin headed to my walk-in closet.
I laughed as I checked my screen. “Hey, Spike wants to bring his latest conquest over for a night of whipping. Apparently, she’s too shy to join him at Club Kink, but he wants to get her out into the community.”
After a moment, Dustin returned with my crimson, black, and light-gray shawl. I held up my phone. “You up for some fun this weekend?”
“Does Spike want me to help his new girl?” He winced. “I just said girl.”
“She’ll be legal.”
“But probably just barely.” He helped me into my shawl. “You know I’m always up for a good whipping. I thought we were going to the club, but I’m just as happy to stay home.”
My Dustin. Always willing to shift plans. Always willing to accommodate. Always putting on a smile and never making demands.
“What do you want?”
He met my gaze, with his stunning blue eyes dancing with delight. “As long as I’m sore Sunday morning, I don’t give a flying fuck where we play. I’d planned to connect with Alistair at Kink, but he’ll understand.”
“Does he have a Dom or Domme in his life? I’m sure Spike wouldn’t mind if we made it a group event—as long as we kept it small.”
Dustin considered, then shook his head. “I’ll invite him, but he’s in his exhibitionist phase right now. See and be seen. You know how he gets.”
“I do. Well, extend the invitation. I’ll text Spike once we’re in the car.”
“Perfect.” Dustin snagged his messenger bag along with my briefcase.
We exited the house and rounded the corner to my car. A nice Audi I’d bought myself when my business hit a million in profit in a year. On occasion, I considered replacing it and giving it to Dustin. He claimed he didn’t want a car and preferred either driving me in mine or grabbing the bus. My house was just a few blocks from a twenty-four-hour bus line, so he could get just about anywhere he wanted.
In the end, though, he apparently just wanted me.
I eyed him as I pulled the shawl closer to ward off the early November chill. “You should think about moving in with me.”
Without waiting for a response, I slid into the back seat and started typing a response to Spike’s request.
Chapter Two
Dustin
The smooth drive over the Georgia Street Viaduct and into downtown Vancouver took little time. As always, we were ahead of most of the traffic. Which meant we’d gotten an exceptionally early start this morning.
No complaints on my part, as my ass ached. I pressed myself against the car seat, flexing so I could apply more pressure.
You should think about moving in with me.
Nadine’s casually offered comment stunned me.
Sure, I spent a significant amount of time at her house. But that was her house. Her space. Her domain. I didn’t belong there. My third-story walk-up in Strathcona was just fine. I’d been lucky to get it after finishing business school. My parents loved me, but once I had that piece of paper in my hand, they’d shoved me out of the nest. Then they sold the family home and bought both a condo in south Vancouver and a time share in Arizona for the winter months. Both had retired a few years ago, and they’d waited for me to flap my wings, then I got the boot.
