by Vera Roberts
Anticipation
By Vera Roberts
For YESM.
© 2014 Vera Roberts, All Rights Reserved
Smashwords Edition
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
She knew she was in over her head the moment she saw Them both.
Krista Allen recently became fascinated with BDSM by reading a flurry of romance novels on the subject. Deciding she read enough about it and wanted to experience it for herself, she headed to one of New York’s finest BDSM clubs, hoping to encounter two of the most sought-after Doms. Little did she know, she would need to work hard if she wanted her fantasy to come true.
Scott Reed has a submissive specifically picked out for Him by His Mistress but He wants a bit more experience before He turns all of His attention to her. When He sees Krista at The Dungeon, He helps her understand the BDSM lifestyle and show her a little bit of what it is about in ways she couldn’t imagine.
Saint Nick doesn’t have a lot of time to spare between his profession and nurturing His two submissives, Stacey and Whitney. When his good friend from Los Angeles comes out for a favor, Nick is very grateful and advises Scott on his issue with Mariana, his maid. He also returns a favor to Scott for his time as well.
Anticipation is the first D’Amato Brothers/S&M crossover novella. It deals with BDSM, D/s relationships, trust, and commitment issues.
This is the first book in a two-part novella series and the lead-in to the sixth D’Amato Brothers novel, due in 2015.
Author’s Note: This series takes place before To Love and Obey (D’Amato Brothers #2) and immediately before the beginning of the S&M books.
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
Anaïs Nin
Prologue
She felt exhilarated.
Stepping inside the club and looking around, Krista Allen finally felt at home. As close to home as she could get.
The club was dark, but not so much where she couldn’t see anyone or anything. Blue, green, and purple lights faded in and out as the heavy air conditioning unit blew overhead. There was a dance floor filled with sweaty bodies, bumping and grinding against each other. The thumping bass line of a slow R&B track tickled her ears as submissives and their Masters paraded in front of her. Some were on leashes. Some were collared. Some stood idly beside their Masters as they engaged in conversation with other fellow Dominants.
A couple walked past her wearing matching latex outfits. A woman was being led on by a leash. Two women flanked a tall man and they only wore stilettos and rope intricately tied around their bodies. Another woman – oh God – had two sets of chopsticks attached to her nipples.
It was a fantasyland. It was a different world. It was…the Dungeon.
Krista was instantly jealous. She briefly closed her eyes and let out another breath. She didn’t come this far to be jealous and blow her chance at finding a real Dom before it was presented to her. No, she needed patience.
A lot of it.
She blamed her obsession with romance novels and movies that contributed to her obsession with all things BDSM. She would be a liar if she said she wasn’t just fascinated with the sex aspect but she knew there was more to it. The discipline. The surrender of everything she’d ever known about her willpower and spirit. The thought of having someone else cultivating her into a different person before her very eyes.
She’d searched far and wide for someone, going on numerous BDSM dating websites and even a few dates. No one could come close to what she wanted. Some wanted to have sex with her and Krista scoffed at the idea. If she wanted just a bed buddy, she had her pick of the litter in front of her in New York. With curly black hair, baby-soft brown skin, curves that led to an apple-shaped ass and toned legs, and a smile as wide and bright as the sun, Krista had no shortage of dates. Some men had no idea what it entailed in being a Dominant and she could tell they came from the whips and chains school of thought.
She knew what she wanted – someone to be her coach when needed, a shoulder to cry on when necessary, and a sounding board when the opportunity presented itself. She needed someone to bring out the best in her and make her believe even if she couldn’t. Occasionally spanking her with a flogger and making her do unspeakable bedroom acts were just added bonuses.
One night out of boredom and maybe a bit too much wine, she came across a post on a BDSM lifestyle website talking about an event happening at the Dungeon that weekend. The Dungeon was a highly-respected and well-known BDSM club that was owned by a mysterious woman named Sanora.
The post itself was about a certain event happening during that weekend, a medical demonstration by two Masters – Nick and Scott. Krista was about to bypass the thread until she saw the conversation about them from a variety of submissives.
“Can you believe both Master Scott and Saint Nick are going to be there? I’m climaxing just thinking about what they’re going to do to that lucky-ass bitch!”
“For Master Scott to be doing it, you know it’ll be hot. But with Saint Nick as well? OMFG.”
“I wonder if the poor girl is going to be able to walk when they’re done with her. My bets are that she wouldn’t.”
Krista went from being a little interested to very curious to stalking her wardrobe and wondering if she needed to go buy a completely new ensemble for that weekend. She was going to see if “Saint Nick” and Master Scott were living up to the hype they had seemingly created in the throes of hungry submisssives on an online message board.
Or if they were full of shit – just like the countless other “Doms” she had encountered.
One
A few days earlier…
Streams of sunlight hit her bright and hard in the face, causing her to slowly open her eyes so she could fully embrace it. Her blinds were normally closed shut so she knew the only reason why they were open was because He was there.
He’d surprised her for her birthday.
Whitney Larson stretched her arms out and sat up in bed before bringing her arms around her knees and hugging them. A year ago, she woke up in some stranger’s bed after a night of partying and excessive drinking. She could remember she was bloated, with a face full of acne, and her lifestyle was nothing to sneeze at.
A year later, she was one of two submissives to one of the most amazing men she’d ever met. She knew there was a reason why He was called Saint Nick and it was so true; He’d literally saved her and changed her life for the better.
She would be forever grateful to Him.
They met at the Boundary after she went to a sex convention and was intrigued by BDSM. Nick was doing a demonstration on the proper spanking technique. During His demonstration, Whitney had noticed His eyes never left hers, as if He was showing her personally what He would like to do to her.
After the demonstration, He took her out for coffee and they chatted about everything under the sun. He paid for the check and was about to leave when Whitney asked Him if He could train her to be a submissive. His eyes smiled at the idea and He quickly darted His lips. He’d warned her that He wouldn’t be easy and that there was more to BDSM than just being spanked. Whitney was up for the challenge; she had nothing to lose and
everything to gain.
Since then, she’d lost 50 pounds, became a pole dance and yoga instructor, and completely changed her life – all because of Him.
“Good Morning, piccina.” His deep baritone greeted her before she saw Him. Dressed in an open-collar grey dress shirt and matching slacks, Nick carried a tray full of breakfast and coffee and placed it on Whitney’s lap. “Buon Compleanno.”
“Grazie di cuore, Master.” She smiled at Him and He joined her in bed. He began to feed her strawberries and carefully blotted her mouth with a cloth napkin.
“What are your plans for today?” Nick asked as he fed her more fruit.
“I have a couple of classes today and then I’m free until this evening,” she paused momentarily before speaking, “thank you for letting me do this, Master. This girl is very appreciative of Your efforts to fulfill a fantasy of hers.”
“I’ll do anything to make piccina happy,” Nick smiled. He moved the tray to the floor and rejoined Whitney in bed. “Turning 25 is a huge accomplishment and you’ve been through a lot this past year. You’ve grown into a beautiful spirit and I’m very proud of you.”
Hearing Nick’s declaration of her was the best birthday gift ever. Everything else would just be a delicious icing on a cake. “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re very welcome,” Nick removed his clothing and helped Whitney undress. He reached for a condom and paused before he continued. “…unless you want to enjoy breakfast now…?”
Whitney took the condom from him and rolled it over his thick, hardened shaft before he mounted her. “I don’t mind eating a cold breakfast, Sir.”
Nick briefly sat up in bed and reached underneath a pillow to grab a blindfold and a scarf. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Use your safeword,” was all He’d instructed.
His lips crushed hers before He adjusted His positioning and entered her. Whitney broke away from the kiss with a hard gasp. No matter how many times they’ve had sex, she could never get used to Nick’s size. He was blessed with length and girth.
He moved inside her slowly, recoiling back until He was almost out before slamming back inside her again. He paused momentarily and just watched her. She looked so beautiful and at peace with herself. He was truly proud of her.
He began to thrust inside her again, setting a fast pace. His balls tickled against her wet slit as He buried Himself to the hilt. Every stroke He’d given her brushed against her clit and her body trembled in response. She was so hot and so snug…and she belonged to Him.
Whitney was never a moaner or a screamer, but she was vocal when needed to be and never held back for fear of disappointing herself or Nick. That morning, Nick had noticed, she was being unusually vocal. Not that she was faking it but rather, she finally felt free with herself and at peace with the person she’d become.
Her breathing became shallower and she struggled to stave off the orgasm. She was close, so close, and her pussy contracted in response. Her once-throaty moans became soft squeals and her legs trembled.
But she knew the protocol. She couldn’t orgasm without His explicit permission. It was like that from Day One and Nick wasn’t going to give her a break because it was her birthday.
“Master,” Whitney panted, “may I come?”
Nick continued to thrust inside her. “No.”
Whitney licked her lips and let out a hard breath. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to hold off the orgasm since it was rapidly approaching. “Master, may I please come?”
“No.”
“Oh God…” Whitney panted. Her feet tightly curled up and her legs uncontrollably shook. It was a game they played all of the time – orgasm denial – and as much she would like to say she hated it, she secretly loved it. It was a sweet torture.
“Master, please…” she begged one last time. “…will You give this girl release?”
“You may climax.”
“Oh fuck!” Whitney finally climaxed and her body trembled in response. Her pussy clamped down on Nick’s cock, inspiring His own release shortly after hers. He removed Himself and disposed of the condom before rejoining His submissive in bed. He untied her and removed the blindfold from her eyes. He kissed her lips, then her forehead as she settled into His arms.
It was going to be a great birthday weekend.
****
Scott Reed double-checked his Louis Vuitton suitcase one last time before he left for New York. He was only going to be there for a few days but he wanted to make sure he had everything. Really, all he needed were the necessities and the basic toiletries for Nick had everything covered for him at his home. Still, he knew how important the trip was.
Furthermore, he knew how important his reputation was and he wasn’t going to chance it. What he had cultivated in Southern California and numerous trips to New York and beyond, had followed him and cemented his status as a sought-after Dom. He was very flattered by the attention.
Finding a submissive, however, was harder than he’d expected. While Sanora personally handpicked someone in the form of his maid, Scott was unsure how to approach her. Hey, are you into being tied up and spanked? didn’t sound like a great conversation piece. It did, however, sound like a very quick lawsuit with sexual harassment allegations.
“You’re going somewhere, Boss?” Mariana Harlow popped into the bedroom and stood beside him.
“Yes, I’m going on a small trip to New York for a few days,” Scott continued to stare down at the suitcase as he rested his chin on a thumb. “But I’ll be back shortly.”
“You got everything?” Mariana peeped into the suitcase. She secretly was trying to find evidence of him possibly visiting another woman. No condoms, no love notes, no sweet stuffed animals. Maybe he really was going on a business trip. It sounded better than her jealousy screaming at her it was a romantic trip. “Clothes? Socks? Underwear? Toiletries?”
“I think so,” Scott finally glanced at her. Even with her hair up in a tight ponytail and her face lightly kissed with sweat from cleaning his home, Mariana was breathtakingly beautiful. Her almond brown skin glistened and he already began imagining how she would look underneath him as he thrust inside her.
He softly shook his head to relieve such inappropriate thoughts and quickly zipped up the suitcase. “I’ll be gone just for a few days so you can take the week off from here. You can come back on Wednesday.” He smiled at her.
“Oh, okay.” Mariana briefly wondered how she was going to cover bills for that week. She had just started working for him barely a month prior and though he’d recommended her to his neighbors, Scott was her highest-paying client and she depended on him more than she completely comfortable with.
“Thank you for everything, though, Mariana.” Scott picked up his suitcase and walked her out to the foyer, where he set the alarm, and then out the house. “I’ll see you in a week?”
“See you in a week, Boss,” she smiled back.
“Scott,” he corrected.
“Scott,” she smiled again.
Mariana’s smile was so heartwarming and genuine, Scott instantly felt better. He almost didn’t want to go to New York but he made the prior commitment. “Oh, before I leave,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded envelope, “I’ll see you later, Mari.” He got into his Mercedes, then left.
Mariana waved her boss off and unfolded the envelope. She gasped at the six one-hundred dollar bills staring back at her. Scott covered her bills for that week, with a little extra. She briefly thought about how could he have known but she shook away such silly thoughts. Scott was just very generous.
“One day,” Mariana swooned, “he’s going to make a girl so lucky to be his wife.”
Two
Armed with a chai tea latte, Krista stood in front of the Boundary and carefully sipped the hot beverage as she contemplated how badly she wanted to attend her first munch. She’d read the protocol – normal dress attire, no hugs unless you know someone r
eally well, and just common courtesy and respect. It was a potluck so she played it safe and brought a Caesar salad. On second thought, she wondered if she should’ve brought soda instead. Maybe someone had an allergy to fish? Oh wait, maybe someone didn’t drink soda? Her mind was racing and she already felt dizzy.
“You are green,” a female voice said behind her and Krista turned around. She was met with a Black woman with close-cropped red hair that was sculpted into a mini-Afro. The woman was full-figured but owned her sexuality and silently dared anyone to challenge her. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Krista,” the woman stammered, “my name is Krista.”
“Krista, Krista, Krista,” the woman repeated her name; each time the name became more seductive and thick with honey. “Pleasure to meet you, Krista. I’m Mistress Nikkia. Welcome to the Boundary. I take it this is your first munch?”
“Um, yes,” Krista nodded and shook Nikkia’s hand. She then quickly pulled back. “Was that appropriate? Oh God! Did I offend you?”
Nikkia laughed. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely green,” she smiled. “It’s okay to touch me. You just shook my hand, you’re safe.” She winked. “C’mon, let’s go inside before we both bake out here.”
Krista walked into the Boundary and was astounded by how normal everything was. No one was in assless chaps or carrying whips. They wore jeans and T-shirts. No one was being led by a leash. They carried purses and wallets. No one was referred to as slave or Master. Instead, they were called by their normal names – Ricky, Jessica, Erica, Ashley, Tomas, and Curtis.
“Come over here and place the food on the table. We’ll have a brief roundtable, just getting to know each other. Then we’re going to break bread and have a good time,” Nikkia smiled. “It’s okay to be nervous. Everyone’s nervous the first time.” She winked.
After briefly introducing herself to everyone and getting a brief introduction to the Lifestyle, Krista had lunch with her fellow submissives. She wanted to jump in and ask questions about Master Scott and Saint Nick specifically, but she wanted to bide her time. For all she knew, maybe no one knew who they were. Maybe they were just two Doms in a sea of many. Maybe she was just going to be wasting her…
