Anne O'Connell,  erotica,  excerpts

CLAIMED (formerly Black Lily) Excerpt (Unedited)

If you’ve been waiting for more Eric, Amy, Brad and Kali — Please enjoy this excerpt (unedited) of  CLAIMED

Eric pulled the leash drawing her toward his lap. The cane sat next to him on the couch. Just seeing it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. He hadn’t used it on her in several weeks – it was time. She crawled toward him obediently, daring to look up into his eyes and loving how gorgeous he was with his five-o-clock shadow. Sunday afternoons alone at the house were her favorite play times.

The phone rang. His lustful, come-hither look turned cold and annoyed. He picked up the cell phone from the end table. With a resigned sigh he answered, “This better be good, Hildolf. You’re interrupting me.”

Amy could hear a man’s voice on the other end of the line, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying, only that he sounded pissed. Of course the more she worked with Doms and lived with one, the more she realized that they all had that tone to their voice that gave them away as dominant males.

“That’s ridiculous bullshit,” Eric said with a chuckle. “I’ll tell you what, let me talk to Brad and maybe we can send Kali and Amy over to help out until you can hire some new girls. I don’t think either of them are superstitious.”

Her eyes widened. She hated it when she didn’t know what she was being volunteered for. Of course in her current position, she really didn’t have a say.

“I’ll call you later tonight. Later.” He hung up and picked up the slack on the leash, pulling her toward him again.

She made a muffled protest behind the gag, which was sure to get her an extra lashing with the cane, but she didn’t care.

Leaning forward, his strong hands gently unfastened the strap holding the gag in. “Was there something you wanted?”

“Yes Sir. Who was that?” Her tone sounded far more accusatory than she meant for it to.

He appraised her a second, smiling; a sure sign he knew it would drive her crazy if he didn’t explain anything. But he relented. “Hildolf down at Black Lily. Half the waitstaff just walked out on him.

She frowned realizing he’d just volunteered her for a waitress job. She was a book geek, not a waitress, but being with Eric meant she supported the businesses he was invested in, no matter what. Running Buy the Book was a lot different than being a scantily clad submissive waitress at a bdsm club. Even now, a year into their relationship, she didn’t ‘do’ the public play scene. If they went to Black Lily they stayed at the front of the house, in the bar. They never went back into the dungeons. It wasn’t her thing and he knew that.

“What?”

“You want me to waitress? I’ve never done that before!”

“They’ll train you. Camille can run the bookstore and you and Kali can help Hildolf. I’d do it myself, but I’m pretty sure I’m not pretty enough and wouldn’t look good in the wait-staff costume,” he said with a deep laugh.

The costume he was referring to consisted of a black leather g-string, wrist cuffs, garter, stockings, and leather bra. Her expression didn’t change. “You know I don’t like the public scene…”

“Babe, relax. It’s not like I’m asking you to get on stage while someone ties you up and diddles you. I’m just asking you to serve drinks for a few days while Hildolf interviews and hires new staff.”

She averted her eyes from his.

“Why did they all quit? Maybe because they were being groped or hit on? Or maybe Hildolf is an asshole,” she suggested, wishing he’d undo the wrist cuffs. They were starting to chaff.

She looked up only to find him glaring at her. She’d gone too far. “Don’t be disrespectful. They were not being groped or hit on. Though I will give you that Hildolf is an asshole. However he’s fair and he runs a tight ship. That’s not what it was at all.”

Knowing she could end up with additional cane marks if she wasn’t careful, she adopted a more respectful tone, but she was still frowning. “Then what was it Sir?”

Eric’s expression softened and he shook his head. “It’s stupid. The four girls who quit were convinced the club is haunted.”

The frown on her face quickly switched to amusement. “Ghosts?”

He chuckled again. “Yeah. Here, let’s put this back on and get back to business, we can talk about this later.”

Before she could say another word, Eric put the gag back in her mouth and fastened it behind her head. Using the leash he urged her from her knees to her feet.

“Now over my knee. That’s three extra swats for being a mouthy brat.”  XOXOX

Steph is an award winning and bestselling author of thrilling steamy and paranormal romances, dark urban fantasy, occult horror-thrillers, cozy mysteries, contemporary romance, sword and sorcery fantasy, and books about the esoteric and Daemonolatry. A Daemonolatress and forever a resident of Smelt Isle, she is happily married and cat-mom to three pampered house cats. Her muse is a demanding sadistic Dom who often keeps her up into the wee hours of the morning. You can contact her at swordarkeereon@gmail.com

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