by Sherri Hayes
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay, too?” Tess asked. “I don’t mind.”
“I’m sure. Brianna and I will stay until everyone’s left and make sure things are taken care of.”
Tess didn’t ask twice. She gathered up her things and headed out.
There were only about a dozen people left, all of them gathered in small groups, talking. Stephan went to let the band know they could wrap up for the night since no one was dancing anymore. Slowly, everyone else besides the band, who was still disassembling their instruments, and the catering staff, headed home.
I figured we’d do the same once Stephan talked to the caterers, but instead he led me back on the dance floor to stand in front of the big windows. It had begun to snow about an hour before, reflecting even more light off the lake. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whispered.
“It is.”
Stephan’s hand came up to cup my face and I noticed it was moist. He hadn’t been to the bathroom recently and it wasn’t cold, so I didn’t think it had come from the condensation on the water glasses.
He swallowed and I realized he was nervous. Stephan never got nervous. At least, not enough that he showed any physical signs of his anxiety. Worry pooled in the pit of my stomach. Had something happened after Bridget’s appearance I didn’t know about?
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the firm beat of his heart through his jacket.
With his free hand, he picked up my fingers and brought them to his lips. “I wanted to do this right. You deserve that and so much more.”
“I don’t understand.”
Stephan removed his hand from my face but kept hold of my other one as he knelt in front of me. “You are the most beautiful woman I know. Inside and out. I knew the first time I saw you that you’d change my life forever. I just didn’t realize it was because I would fall in love with you.”
He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small box. It was then I realized what was happening . . . what he was doing.
A tear rolled down my cheek as he flipped open the box to reveal the prettiest ring I’d ever seen.
“I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you and I want the whole world to know you’re mine. Whatever the future has in store for us, we can tackle it together.” He kissed the back of my left hand and held my gaze. “Brianna Reeves, will you marry me?”
Tears were streaming down my face as he presented the ring to me. Was this real? Did he really want me to be his wife?
“Sweetheart?”
He was waiting on an answer.
There was no doubt as to what my answer would be.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” His smile lit up his face.
I nodded and he released my left hand long enough to slip the ring on it.
There was some clapping in the background as he stood and took my face in his hands, but I barely noticed it. His mouth covered mine in a slow kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes.
When our lips parted, he rested his forehead against mine, the emotion he was feeling there in his eyes.
I couldn’t wait to marry him.
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After losing her husband unexpectedly, Katrina Mayer decided to open Serpent’s Kiss. She wanted it to be a place where she and her fellow kinksters could play and socialize.
Five years after the doors opened, the club is everything she’d hoped it would be. On Friday and Saturday nights, Serpent’s Kiss is filled with men and women who share a similar desire to explore the pleasures BDSM has to offer. The club has continued to grow, and over the years, many of its members have become friends.
The one thing Katrina didn’t expect when she’d decided to open a club was the human drama that came with it. Learning to balance her life as the club mistress has taken some getting used to, but she wouldn’t change a thing.
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Sneak Peek Of Welcome To Serpent’s Kiss
Katrina Mayer glanced at the clock. She had a few more minutes before she needed to head upstairs. It was enough time for her to glance over the newest membership application she’d received.
The applicant’s name was Drew Parker. He was a firefighter and listed himself as submissive. Everything about him seemed fairly straightforward. He was twenty-eight. Single. And looking for a kinky relationship with a female dominant.
As she scanned the rest of his details, two Femdoms came to mind—Madi and Beth. Madi was a regular. The club was open every Friday and Saturday night, and Madi rarely missed the opportunity to have some fun. Every now and then, she’d play with one of the male subs, but it was rare. More often than not, Madi could be found on the dance floor.
Beth was another story. To be honest, Katrina was worried about her. Beth used to come to the club all the time with her longtime sub, Ben. Two months ago, Beth discovered that Ben had a secret life she’d known nothing about. It had left her shattered and heartbroken. She hadn’t been to the club since it happened. For the time being, Beth had no desire to get back on the horse. Katrina was hoping that would change with time.
It wasn’t her job to be a matchmaker, however. She’d created Serpent’s Kiss as a place where kinky people could hang out and play when the mood struck them.
Speaking of moods, Katrina was in the mood to have some fun. She pushed back from her desk and walked out into the hall. After locking the door to her office, she headed down to the main room of the club, where Ali and Brandon were getting things ready for later that night.
Brandon, her main bartender, caught her eye. She tilted her head toward the stairs, and he nodded.
Katrina rarely played while the club was open unless it was to do a demonstration. Things were too hectic, and all too often, she was needed to help with one issue or another. Plus, it was always good to mingle with the club members and make sure they were content.
It was for that reason that she tended to play before the club opened its doors to the evening crowd. Brandon and whichever submissive had signed up for the evening service arrived three hours before the club opened to prep and clean. It was the perfect opportunity for her to sneak upstairs to have a little fun while still being safe. She always kept the door open to whatever room she used, and Brandon was aware that the upstairs was off-limits during those times unless he heard someone yell red.
Ascending the stairs, she entered the first room on her right. All the rooms on the second floor had been turned into playrooms. Each was well equipped with a variety of toys that could be adapted to specific needs for whatever situation arose. She’d tried to make the rooms as versatile as possible.
Ryan was kneeling on the floor waiting. As per her instructions and their arrangement, he was waiting for her naked. His cock hadn’t been erect when she’d walked into the room, but as she stood there looking at him, she saw it stiffening.
Katrina had prepared the space earlier that day with all the items she would need for the scene. They were all placed within easy reach at the back of the room. Now, all she had to do was get her submissive in place.
“Stand,” she ordered.
Ryan rocked back on his heels and nimbly pushed himself up off the floor and to his feet.
She picked up a spreader bar and nudged his feet apart. With the spreader bar in place, she removed two leather cuffs from the table. One by one, she encircled his wrists and then lifted his arms above his head to attach the cuffs to the chains in the ceiling. Once she was sure they were secure, Katrina stepped back to appreciate her subject.
Ryan was thirty-five and a lawyer. You’d never know he spent most of his time behind a desk. He worked out every mor
ning and ate healthier than she cared to think about. She had a weakness for cake. It didn’t look as if he even thought about processed sugar, much less ate it.
Nonetheless, Ryan was one of her favorite submissives to play with. Katrina didn’t have a submissive of her own. She had no desire for one, either. At the age of forty-three, she’d found herself widowed. And while she’d loved her husband, he had been vanilla as vanilla could be. Even role-playing in the bedroom held no interest for him.
Her husband’s death had been a shock. It had also made her realize how short life was. No one knew how long they had on this earth. That was why, six months after her husband’s death, Katrina made the decision to open up a fetish club. Five years later, the club was exactly what she hoped it would be. Every Friday and Saturday night, Serpent’s Kiss was packed with members who paid a monthly fee for privacy and convenience.
Katrina’s heels clicked on the wooden floor of the dungeon as she slowly circled Ryan. She ran a hand down his chest and could feel the anticipation rolling off him. There was something about seeing a man bound and ready for whatever she wanted to do to him that gave her immense pleasure.
She didn’t take her eyes off his face as she moved her hand down over his abs, heading for the straining erection between his legs.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes . . . waiting.
When she brushed her hand against his cock, he tensed. “Have something you wish to say?”
He shook his head.
Taking hold of his balls with her right hand, Katrina squeezed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sure.” His eyes remained closed, but his breathing had picked up. He knew pain was coming, and what she’d just done to his balls was only the tip of the iceberg.
She released her hold on him. “Very well. Let’s get things started, shall we?”
A long table along the wall held a plethora of items she’d selected for their scene. Some she would use. Some she wouldn’t. She liked having options.
Running her fingers over the small metal clothespins, she grinned and placed several in her hand before returning to stand in front of Ryan. He hadn’t moved—not that he could go very far.
With her free hand, she took hold of one of his nipples and worked it between her thumb and index finger until it was ready to accept the clip she had poised in her left hand. Giving his nipple a hard pinch, she replaced her fingers with the silver clip.
To his credit, he didn’t react beyond a small intake of breath. Ryan liked pain. That was good, since she liked to inflict it. Katrina considered herself a sadist. She liked to mix pain with pleasure.
Without pause, she moved to his other nipple and placed another clip on the hardened flesh. He was ready this time and didn’t react in any way.
That won’t do, Katrina mused. Returning the remaining clothespins to the table, she grasped each clip by the extended ears and pulled sharply.
Ryan hadn’t been expecting that, and his reaction was exactly what she’d been hoping for. She saw his jaw flex and then clench.
Releasing him, she gathered up the clothespins again and began placing them where she wanted them. By the time she was finished, he had forty of the miniature clips in various places on his body including his sides, arms, inner thighs, cock and balls. She’d made sure to space them far enough apart for what she had planned.
“How are you doing?” she asked, caressing the side of his face. He trusted her with his submission. She didn’t take that lightly.
Ryan opened his eyes and met her gaze. “Good, Ma’am.”
“Are you ready to continue?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
While Katrina didn’t mind people in the club referring to her as ”Mistress,” she required submissives scening with her to call her “Ma’am.” She wasn’t anyone’s Mistress. She was the club Mistress, yes, but that was different. The club belonged to her. Ryan and the other male submissives she played with did not.
She nodded and donned a pair of latex gloves. Once they were in place, she lubed her fingers and picked up one of her favorite anal toys. It had three silicone beads that gradually increased in size on one end. The beads were perfect for stimulating the prostate. Where the beads ended, the toy curved around to provide additional stimulation to the perineum. Considering the fun she intended to have with the clothespins, the added pleasure to Ryan’s prostate and perineum would have him on the edge in no time.
Without warning, Katrina inserted a single gloved finger into Ryan’s ass. She made sure he was relaxed before adding another finger, and then another. Once she was confident he was significantly prepped, she removed her fingers, added some lube to the toy, and pressed it in place. His cheeks flexed around the intrusion, but otherwise he remained still.
That was, until she turned on the vibrations. A ripple went through his body, and he clenched his fists.
She watched his cock grow even harder as the toy continued to work its magic. Smirking, she removed her gloves and then went to the far wall to remove her single-tail whip. When she began researching BDSM, she had known immediately that she was a top. Submission held no appeal for her. Domination, however, was a different story. The first time she laid eyes on the whip she held between her fingers, it had felt as if it belonged in her grasp. She made the decision that day to learn all she could about how to wield a whip properly, and her determination had paid off.
Unfurling the whip, she let the tail dangle against her leg before giving Ryan’s backside a quick crack. It wasn’t meant to hurt so much as get his attention.
Get his attention it did. Ryan snapped his head up. He’d been so caught up in all the sensations that he hadn’t been paying attention to her. Well, that would change.
She stepped closer to him, running the tips of her fingers over the clothespins. “Which one should I remove first, do you think? Hmm?”
His eyes widened as what she was about to do sank in. She’d used the clothespins on him before, as well as the whip, but she’d never combined the two. Over the last few months, she’d been working diligently on her aim. It had been good for the last two years, but she’d wanted it to be excellent. After hours of practicing, she was ready. Ryan just happened to be the lucky one to benefit from all her training.
Without another word, she took several steps back, putting room between her and Ryan. A flick of her wrist later, the whip made contact with one of the clips attached to the inside of his thigh. He jerked when the clothespin detached and landed onto the floor.
She didn’t give him time to recover. One by one, Katrina removed each metal clothespin with the tail of her whip, leaving the ones clinging to his cock and balls for last. By that point, he was sweating. Ryan’s eyes were closed once again, and his entire body was vibrating with unreleased energy. He looked as if he were about ready to explode.
Tossing her whip to the side, she came to stand in front of him. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Slowly he opened his lids to stare down at her. His pupils were dark—almost black in the soft light of the dungeon. “You’re okay to continue?”
“Yes . . . Ma’am.” The words were broken and barely above a whisper. She knew Ryan, though. He would safeword if he needed to.
She lowered her mouth over one of his nipples, grazing it with her teeth. This time, he tilted his head back. He would have been looking at the eyebolts in the ceiling if not for the fact that his eyes were closed. Ryan embraced everything she gave him. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed playing with him.
Keeping her lips on his skin, she reached between them and ripped off the three clips she’d attached to the underside of his cock in quick succession. Before he had time to recover, she wrapped her hand around his length and began scraping her nails along his erection with each pass of her palm. Katrina increased the suction of her mouth, biting down every now and then. He was trembling and completely at her mercy. She loved it.
There were still two clothespins attached to each of h
is testicles. She switched her mouth to his other nipple, treating it to the same sucking and biting as she had the first. He was close. Very close. It wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.
With her free hand, she began playing with his balls, toying with the clips. His cock was pulsing in her hand. Their play agreement didn’t include her having control over his orgasms. He could come whenever he wished. Ryan, however, tended to like to draw it out for as long as he could. He was a masochist that way—another reason he made a good play partner.
She kept up her actions until she knew he was right there, teetering on the edge. Without warning, she bit down hard, sinking her teeth into his chest at the same time that she yanked the two clothespins from his balls.
Ryan arched his back, letting out a strangled cry as he let go. His climax covered her hand, and a few drops landed on the leather corset she was wearing.
With the hand that wasn’t covered in spunk, Katrina leaned down and freed him from the spreader bar. Then she stood and walked around to his backside to remove the butt plug from his ass. Once that was extracted and set aside, she reached up and unhooked his cuffs from the chains that held him upright. He sagged a little, but otherwise held himself up. She led him over to the couch along the far wall and draped a blanket over his shoulders.
She sat down beside him, checking to make sure he was coming back down from his high. He seemed fine, so she went to clean herself up.
“I made a mess, didn’t I?” he asked.
“Just a little.” It wasn’t the first time a man had come on her, and she was positive it wouldn’t be the last. Sure, she could have stepped out of the way, but where was the fun in that?
When she returned to the couch, she brought a bottle of water and some chocolate with her. He might not be her submissive, but as his play partner it was her job to take care of him after.
He took the offering and downed a good portion of the water in one gulp. “Thanks.”
