Too Hip for Love
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She carried it upstairs and presented him with it, holding it in two hands as she had the crop the night before.
“Thank you,” he said. “Take your clothes off and bend over the bed.”
She nodded. She didn’t look at him while she undressed. She didn’t want the good-bye to be erotic. She didn’t want to make one more connection that would need to be broken in order for them to move on in their lives.
Why did he have to tell me he loved me?
She bent over the bed.
He swatted her with his hand, and it stung. She still had bruises there, and it hurt far more than it normally would. She could only imagine what the cane would feel like.
“You,” he said, “are a silly girl.” He gave her another swat.
“Yes, Sir.” Perhaps I am. But I want what I want.
“Did you think that because I want you as my slave, that I wouldn’t want you as a wife?”
She blinked. And didn’t get an answer out because he swatted her again.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Karen? Why didn’t you say what you wanted?” Another swat.
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want you to feel anything less than perfect for me.” Because I was afraid of being less than perfect for you.
“But what”—swat—“if I wanted those things too?”
“Then you should have told me?” Did he really want all that I want? Could he?
He laughed. “Maybe we’re both silly. Do you know how much I love you?” He picked up the cane.
“No.” But she wanted to. Did he just care about her as a play partner, or was it real?
“I don’t know how to tell you. But I know how to make you feel it. This much.”
And he brought the cane down on her ass, hard. Her body slammed against the bed. She wasn’t sure he’d ever hit her that hard with a cane before and certainly not with the Lexan one. She shrieked so loud she was sure it could be heard for miles away. Tears ran down her face.
“I will marry you, Karen. And you will wear my collar. Both.”
Doesn’t one normally ask? But instead of saying that, she said, “Yes, Sir.” Even though she still had questions.
“And I will fill your belly with my seed, and you will bear our child. Our children. And we will raise them as every other set of parents do, but when they are safely tucked in bed, you will submit to me as your Master.”
“My ass hurts so much.” But yes. Oh my God, yes.
“Yes, it does. And if you don’t answer me, I might do it again.”
“Was it a question, Sir?” The brat in her couldn’t resist.
“Even if it was a statement, it demands a response.”
“Then the response is ‘Yes, Sir.’ You know it is. Even though I can’t imagine you with a kid.” Even as she said it, she realized it wasn’t true. He was honest, reliable, protective. All the traits she’d want for the father of her child, and she knew all that because of their BDSM play. She’d thought at some level that she might be a bad mother—and him a bad father—because of what they liked to do, when all along his traits made him perfect. She’d assumed he wouldn’t want to.
“Well, you’ll have time to get used to it. Like I said, I want a year. A year for us to figure out our relationship, just the two of us, before we invite a kid to join us. A year to make a solid core so we can give our child—our children—a stable home.”
Tears of joy ran down her face as she slowly processed what she was hearing. But this statement too required a response. “Yes, Sir. Oh yes. Can I…”
“Yes.”
She assumed he was agreeing to what she thought he was agreeing to and straightened and gave him a big hug. He hugged her back. Usually, he’d take the opportunity to poke her bruises, but this time he seemed to feel like he’d done enough. He held her tight.
“A year to play in the dungeon before we pick it up and rewire all the outlets to make them kid safe and turn it into a playroom?” she asked.
He laughed. “Yes. Although truth to tell, I’ve already decided I’d rather play in the bedroom. Down there, somehow, it’s sex and BDSM, and it’s all good, but in the bedroom, it’s making love. And sex and BDSM too.”
“Even when you put bruises on me?”
“Especially when I mark you.”
“I’m going to bear these marks a long time, Sir. Especially the one you just gave me.”
“Yes, and you’re going to feel them every time I fuck you. Which…is not going to be with a condom any longer. You are mine, and I am yours, and we don’t play with anyone else, ever again.”
“Tori will be disappointed,” she teased. “Sure you don’t want to make an exception so I can play with girls?”
“Maybe. But right now, no, I don’t think so. Unless you need it.”
“I don’t. I think I did it partly because you…you know.”
“Yes. That part of my life—our lives—is over. This part of our lives starts now.”
“Thank you,” she was about to say Master but changed her mind. “Boyfriend.”
He chuckled. “Yes.”
“Lover. And Master. How may I serve?”
He kissed her. “My slave. You may serve by unpacking. And I’m going to get the monitor from your car. You should have put it in the trunk, you know. Someone might break in to steal it.”
“I was in a hurry. And the luggage was going in the trunk. But yes, you’re right.” She smiled. “You should make me get it, Master.”
“I don’t want you to put clothes on for a while.” He grinned at her. “And I’m not going to let the entire neighborhood get a free view.”
She watched him as he went to get it and smiled. She sat on the bed and felt yesterday’s bruises…and today’s painful stripe. And then she pushed her butt down so she could feel it more and remind herself that she wasn’t dreaming. The cane was real. And what he said was real too. I get to have it all. Then she remembered the collar—he had left it in a drawer in the dresser. She took it out and set it on the bed.
When he came back, she was waiting for him, kneeling on the bed, with the collar in front of her. He fastened it around her neck. A feeling of peace swept over her.
“I love you, Master,” she said.
“And I love you.” He held her close.
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Purple Passion
Red Lust
Secretary for Two
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Take Me With You
The Barbarian and the Witch
Too Hip for Love
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The BONDAGE RANCH Series
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Sindra van Yssel
I’ve been writing all my life, but I published my first book in 2009 and since then have published over twenty romances, all with some element of BDSM in them. Along the way, I’ve received five star and top pick reviews from a wide variety of sources, and have had the pleasure of hearing from many readers.
I write about hot, dominant men and strong, submissive women. I have a soft spot for happy endings but I love torturing my characters. It’s fun to watch them overcome obstacles, and enjoy some hot kinky sex along the way. Hopefully you’ll enjoy watching them squirm as much as I do.
I’ve developed a passion for rope and all its kinky uses, and have enjoyed visiting play parties, clubs, and munches—all in the name of research, of course! It all helps to make my books as authentic and as sexy as I can possibly make them.
When I’m not writing, I enjoy playing disc golf, and board games with friends. I’m a fan of Australian rules football (go Eagles!) and travel to Australia occasionally. I’m also a big fan
of European soccer, especially the English Premier League. I don’t like my men in helmets. I currently live in Virginia with a son who is just about to go off to college, and work a day job in the public library.
Having readers is what makes writing worthwhile. I still get a shiver out of knowing that readers are reading my books.
For more about me, check out my Web site at http://www.sindravanyssel.com/.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Loose Id Titles by Sindra van Yssel
Sindra van Yssel