A 1Night Stand Story
She wants to mark him and make him hers…
Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…
He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…
Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?
Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?
Genre: Contemporary romance, BDSM, rubenesque, interracial romance, erotic
Heat level: 5
Word count – 12k
Cover art by Mina Carter
Distracted from her steamy FemDom story by a sound in the next room, Venus cocked her head and set down her e-reader. Had her date already arrived? If it was Madame Eve’s selection, the man was early, really early. She enjoyed punctuality as well as the next girl, but thirty minutes? She had specifically requested his presence at half-past the hour. If the man couldn’t follow her orders, it would be a long night for both of them. Swinging her bare feet over the edge of the mattress, she continued to listen. When the sound came again, she lightly trod to the inner suite door she’d left ajar.
She gazed into the sitting room. Her date had arrived. Standing in the foyer, he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his T-shirt. Irritation flowed through her, despite the fine condition of his dark body in exercise shorts. His abs were well-defined, with a smattering of tight curls below his navel.
Her eyes strayed away from his washboard stomach as he struggled into the basic leash position she’d requested. Dropping to his knees, he parted his thighs. Her mouth went dry when the material of his shorts stretched tight over his upper legs and groin, cupping and accenting his cock and balls. She’d never seen a sexier sight, but when he gave a muffled grunt as he crossed his arms behind his back, she shook her head. The over-anxious fool would end up with a pulled muscle or something if he wasn’t careful. She entered the room with a sigh, shutting the door behind her. The loud click had the man’s head swinging up in her direction. Thankfully, she stood in the shadows cast by the lone lamp on the far side of the room, because nothing in her life as a Domme had prepared her for the reality of Wyk Havas kneeling before her, his body exposed to her gaze. Her heart raced. She backed up until she ran into the closed door.
This had to be a joke. Madame Eve couldn’t have set her up with Wyk. There would be no way her boss would ever submit to someone like her. She fumbled with the door handle, in an effort to escape, but when he continued to kneel, not speaking, her nerves settled. Perhaps he did want this. Other than his early arrival, he had followed her instructions. Not to mention the key card he had to possess to enter her suite. Even though it looked like this man was her date, she still worried it was a sick joke on his part. More than once she’d cursed her loose tongue when she’d accepted his offer for after-work drinks. After a few too many glasses of red wine, she’d have spilled more than the mere fact she was a Domme if it hadn’t been for the shocked look on Wyk’s face. And my boss never treated me the same again.
Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who found her passion in storytelling at a young age. She wrote her first novel her freshman year on an old electric IBM typewriter. Now writing in several different genres from erotic romance and BDSM to m/m and paranormal, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s a devoted band mom and a loving wife.
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