BDSM Ménage Fantasies 4
Writes of Submission
Nikki Sutherland can’t believe her luck. She’s won an all-expenses paid trip to the BDSM resort Clifftop Fantasies to coauthor a book with her idol, erotic romance author Candee Appelbaum. Unfortunately, Candee is really a man—a very good-looking man—named Kane Harris.
Another gorgeous hunk, Dante Hunter, is also at Clifftop to market the resort owner’s new cookbook, Stealth Veggies. The guys are both younger than her and way out of her league—or so she thinks. Even worse, Kane is a wisecracking eccentric with a skewed fashion sense and an odd taste in music who writes late at night with a bottle of wine. Dante likes to do his thinking during yoga or biking, things Nikki hasn’t done in years.
Nikki’s journey teaches her the difference between reading hot, sexy ménage scenes and living them with the two best-looking guys she’s ever met. Can she handle the Writes of Submission?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 89,768 words
WRITES OF SUBMISSION
BDSM Ménage Fantasies 4
Cassidy Browning
MENAGE AMOUR
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WRITES OF SUBMISSION
BDSM Ménage Fantasies 4
CASSIDY BROWNING
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
“I won, I won, I won!” The scream echoed silently through Nikki Sutherland’s brain, but she didn’t allow any sound to escape. Instead, she looked up from her computer monitor and scanned the room to see if her reaction had been noticed. Her face, if anybody had been looking her way, would no doubt have generated some questions, but everyone else was engrossed in their own tasks and nobody was paying her any attention.
She knew she should stay in her cubicle, although she allowed herself to bounce a little in recognition of the news she’d just gotten. After another read-through of the email, she simply couldn’t contain herself any more. She shot up from her seat and crossed the room, heading for her one work friend.
“Helen! Helen! You’ll never guess—” She stopped short at the entrance to Helen’s workspace, realizing for the first time that Helen wasn’t alone. Kent Reynolds, their mutual boss, was leaning over her shoulder pointing to something on the screen. At Nikki’s approach, they both turned with questioning looks.
“She won’t guess what?” Kent straightened, his head tilting and a hypocritical, mocking smile lighting up his face, as if they were BFFs sharing a secret.
“Oh. Nothing. Sorry.” Nikki began to back warily away, trying desperately to come up with something work-related she could have been excited about.
There was absolutely nothing exciting about this job, though. It consisted mostly of data entry and filing and barely covered her rent and bills. She’d been meaning to start looking for something that paid better but had gotten caught up in the contest instead, taking notes all day at work and rushing home at night to write.
“Was that clear about the changes?” Kent glanced over his shoulder at Helen as he stepped out of the cubicle. He seemed to be intending to follow Nikki back to hers. Oh, God, she thought. Why didn’t I look before I came running over here?
“So, how are things?” His voice was friendly, but you couldn’t tell anything from that. He often seemed the most cheerful and laughed the loudest when he was really pissed. Just before the poisoned darts came out. Nikki slowed, hoping he would say what he wanted to say and head back to his corner office before they reached her desk.
“Fine,” she said lamely, realizing that she would have to jog if she wanted to head him off. That didn’t seem very subtle, but she gave it a shot anyway.
He eyed her with amusement as he stepped purposefully around her and bent to look at her computer screen. “What’s this?”
“I—it’s nothing,” she stammered, but he was reading intently.
“Well now, it seems that congratulations are in order. You’ve won some kind of little contest?” He turned to smirk at her.
“Um—yes, actually. A writing contest.” A shiver of excitement went through her again. She’d actually won!
“I see. Where have you been doing this writing?” His glance traveled around her work area and landed on a notebook that lay open. He picked it up and flipped through it. “Here, would be my guess. Is that right?”
“What?” It took a few seconds for his question to register. Then she shook her head violently. “No, of course not. I write at night after I get home.”
He held out the notebook so she could see. She looked at it with a sinking feeling. “Oh, no. That’s just ideas I jot down while I’m working
. I don’t actually—”
He nodded, putting down the notebook and straightening. “I think we need to have a little chat about your priorities, Nikki. Your work hasn’t been bad, exactly, but if you’re interested in advancing with the company—”
“I’m not.” Nikki glanced around to see who’d spoken before she realized the voice had been her own.
Kent’s eyebrows shot up and his voice seemed to shut off mid-sentence. Then he cleared his throat and peered at her as if she’d begun speaking in tongues. “Excuse me?”
Nikki looked past him at her computer monitor, just to assure herself that there really was an email. She wished she had taken more time to re-read it and make sure she’d really understood the offer, but she just hadn’t wanted to waste the time. Kent wasn’t going to go away without a lengthy speech about what a great opportunity it was to be mentored by him and given the chance for a long and prosperous career here at Infotek if she only applied herself. She’d heard him give that lecture to one employee after another at least once a week for the four months she’d worked there. She knew suddenly that there was no way she was going to submit herself to that.
“I don’t think I want a career here,” she said, reaching around him to close the email. “I’ve got the opportunity of a lifetime to work with an award-winning author at an all-expenses-paid resort and I need to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough vacation time built up, so I’m afraid I’ll need to resign from this job, effective immediately.”
He jerked backward as if she’d threatened him with a knife. “You’re going to leave? Just like that? For the sake of—” He picked up the notebook again and his expression became sarcastic. “‘A young divorcee takes a job with a man she learns is into BDSM—’”
Nikki snatched the book out of his hand, feeling her face go hot. “That is my personal property.”
“Well, then why is it out during work time?” He seemed to puff himself up so that he towered over her. “That ‘contest’ is no doubt a scam. Don’t throw away your chance of advancement on some silly fly-by-night outfit. At least give two weeks’ notice so you have some small chance of returning when you come crawling back.”
Nikki faltered, thinking that she shouldn’t have closed that email yet. Was she sure it was legit? What if Kent was right? He was standing with his arms folded, glaring at her like an Amish father who had caught his daughter climbing through a window at two in the morning wearing a miniskirt and heavy makeup.
“I don’t care,” she said, wishing she felt as convinced as she sounded. “You may not have noticed, but the email was from Steamy Nights, an established romance publisher. Working with Candee Appelbaum is the opportunity of a lifetime and I intend to give it everything I’ve got. Even if I fail, I’ll know I tried to do something worthwhile.” She snatched her purse from the drawer where it was stored and grabbed for her coffee mug. Unfortunately she forgot there was still coffee in it. It sloshed over her, making Kent jump backward.
“Seriously? You consider writing romance novels with somebody named Candee Appelbaum to be doing something worthwhile?” He followed her as she headed for the door. Faces began to pop up above cubicle walls as his voice rose. Nikki could see Helen in the distance, her expression horrified. She was probably blaming herself for getting Nikki in trouble. Throwing Helen a kiss, Nikki made a mental note to take her out to lunch soon and explain everything. Helen would understand. They’d been trading Candee Appelbaum books back and forth, gushing about her writing style and her hot sex scenes. She only hoped her hero—no, her heroine—was as nice in person as she seemed from her Facebook page.
Taking a last look around, a quiver of excitement and bravery went through Nikki. “By the way, Kent, you’ll be the last person to ever see me crawl—except in your fantasies.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and strode purposefully out the door and into her new adventure.
* * * *
“Nikki Sutherland was the winner. Seems she walked out on her job as soon as she got the email. Wrote back about an hour later to say she was packed and ready to go.” Kane Harris picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, looking thoughtfully out of the window.
Ellen smiled at him as she closed her notebook. “What did they tell her?”
Kane chuckled. “Knowing Burt from Marketing, they probably told her the book had to be done yesterday. He left me a message wanting to know if I’m available to start on the project right away.”
“So does that mean you’re going to head over to Clifftop Fantasies?”
He was silent for a minute. “I think I just might. This is intriguing.”
“Have you read her entry?”
“What? Oh, yeah. It was pretty good. A little stiff, maybe, but there’s definitely talent and potential there. I’m curious to see what kind of person she turns out to be.”
“Apparently the kind who walks out on her job at the drop of a hat. If she’s that impetuous, you might be in for trouble when she learns that you’re a man.” Ellen stood up. “Do you need anything before you go?”
“I don’t think so. I’ll call Burt and let him know I’ll head up there tomorrow. Can you hold down the fort for a while?”
“I always do.” Ellen leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
He changed his startled look into a mischievous grin. “What? Oh, yeah. I’m getting tired of doing all the work around here. It’ll be nice to have some help.”
Ellen slapped his shoulder and turned to leave. “Fuck you, too. Have fun.”
* * * *
Nikki stared at her reflection in the rearview mirror wondering if she should have gotten her hair done, or her nails, or bought some new clothes. She still couldn’t believe she was getting the chance to meet—and work with—her all-time favorite author. She’d read every single one of Ms. Appelbaum’s books, wishing she could write such sweet prose and hot sex herself. It hadn’t occurred to her to actually try until Helen had seen the information about the publisher’s contest. “Win a contract to cowrite a book with Candee Appelbaum.” How could she not try for it? She’d spent almost two months on that story, writing and re-writing, trying to make it as perfect as she could. Helen had told her it was good, but she hadn’t dared to believe it until yesterday morning when the email came in.
That email. Her dream had actually come true. She hugged herself, remembering the phone call with Burt from Steamy Nights. Candee had agreed to come to Clifftop to meet her and start on their project right away. It was the first really nice thing to happen to her since the divorce was final last year.
She got out of the car and pulled out her suitcase. She hadn’t expected Clifftop Fantasies to be such a beautiful place. It was a sprawling yellow house with an old-fashioned wrap-around front porch. As she stood looking around, the screen door opened and an attractive woman emerged. She had dark blonde hair that curled around her face down to her shoulders.
“Hi,” the woman said, extending her hand. Nikki thought she was going to shake and was surprised when she took the suitcase from her instead and turned to lead her inside. “I’m Allie Walker. Are you Nikki Sutherland?”
“Yes.” Nikki’s voice sounded a little raspy. She cleared her throat and looked around. “Is she here yet?”
“She who?” Allie put the case down next to a desk and started pulling out paperwork. She slid it in front of Nikki. “Your stay is being paid for by Steamy Nights Publishing, of course, but I need you to fill out these forms. You do know that this is a BDSM resort, right?”
“Burt told me,” Nikki said, feeling suddenly nervous. “I guess I’m not sure exactly what that means, though.”
Allie gave her an appraising look. “Are you familiar with BDSM?”
“Only what I’ve read about in Candee’s books,” Nikki said, picking up the first paper. It seemed to be full of legalese agreeing not to sue Allie for any harm or trauma she might experience at Clifftop. She glanced around again, wonde
ring if she should ask about the frequency of people getting hurt here. It looked like an ordinary old farmhouse, but what did she really know about these people? Kent’s words came back to her. Was it possible this was all a setup? Maybe they’d used Ms. Appelbaum’s name to lure her here for some nefarious purpose.
But that was stupid. What could they possibly want with a plump thirty-eight-year-old divorcee? It wasn’t like she was particularly attractive. They didn’t even know if she had family waiting for her, people who would get alarmed if she didn’t check in frequently.
Not that she did, but they’d never asked. She shook her head, mentally chiding herself for her paranoia. Pasting a smile on her face, she began filling out the required information.
“I’ve only read a couple of them,” Allie admitted. “But Burt said that he wanted both of you to get a good grounding in what the leather community is all about. He wants your book to be as authentic as possible. We’re very excited for the opportunity to help educate the public a little about alternative lifestyles.”
Nikki finished the registration paper and picked up something called a Confidentiality Agreement.
“I have two partners,” Allie went on. “Karl is the boss here. We’re in a power exchange relationship and he’s my Master. Brad is my fiancé and he submits to me occasionally. Feel free to ask questions about any aspect of our lifestyle that you want to know more about. I’m not sure how much Kane knows.”
“Kane?” Nikki was only half listening as she read through the confidentiality agreement. What kinds of things did they do here?
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