Out Now! Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk (@ileandraXraven)
#erotica #bdsm #domination #submission
Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.
The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other women into their bed? And why can’t he say he loves her?
As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?
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. . . and so on!
Dan followed and positioned his chair to block the way out. He noticed a fresh trail of blood across the floor tiles and glanced at his mother who was scrubbing at the tabletop with a sponge. ‘Your tea is getting cold.’
She moved to the counter beside the sink and kept wiping. ‘Does she ever clean?’
‘I’m just asking.’
‘This is my house,’ he snapped, patience beaten so thin he could poke holes through it. ‘When I can be bothered, I clean. I cook. Karen spends her time here with me, not clucking like a mother hen.’
‘She’s here often?’
‘Oh.’ Maxine stopped cleaning long enough to wrinkle her nose. ‘What’s her house like?’
‘She shares a flat with a friend.’
‘A flat? Oh dear.’
‘You used to live in one.’
‘Before I got my break on Home with Mr. Barclay.’ Her chin tilted as she said it. ‘Then I moved straight into a nice clean semi. Caroline’s old enough to own her own place. Why share?’
Dan turned his gaze skyward and whispered Karen’s name in his head as if to secure his own memory of it. ‘Does it matter?’
‘She had to finance the PhD herself. Rent is cheaper than a mortgage.’ As Dan lied, he realised he had no idea why Karen still shared with Cindy. But he did know the idea of discussing Karen’s living arrangements made him want to crawl into a deep hole and never climb out.
‘That’s something. But is she moving in with you?’
He hesitated, weighing out the projected satisfaction of lying against the ease of telling the truth. He opted for the latter. ‘We don’t have any plans for that.’
The smug, knowing smile on Maxine’s lips made him want to change his answer.
‘Here, my boy,’ Julian nudged his shoulder with a steaming mug.
Dan took it and gratefully slurped from the rim.
‘Darling, have you fixed the garden yet?’
‘Give him a break, woman.’ Julian actually raised his voice, a rare and frightening occurrence. Even Maxine glanced at him askance.
‘A simple question. What’s the matter with you two today?’
Dan rubbed his forehead. ‘I wanted to do the house first. The garden can wait.’
‘Do you still have that ghastly pond?’
‘I filled it in.’
‘Good. May I at least see that?’
Sighing, Dan put his tea down and reopened the back door. He ushered his mother through then followed. Julian joined them.
Maxine marched to the bottom of the garden and stopped at the edge of a patch of freshly turned earth. ‘Even without flowers it’s much nicer like this.’
‘And now you have space for a vegetable patch. Organic food is good for you.’
‘Mum . . .’
‘I read an article last week about all the chemicals in our food. Terrible. It’s a wonder any of us are still alive.’
‘I forgot my tea. One moment, darling.’ Maxine pranced back to the house.
Dan put his head in his hands. He gave a wordless groan.
Julian patted his back. ‘Deep breaths, my boy.’
‘Why can’t she just be normal?’
The older man smiled. ‘You never did understand, that is normal. For your mother.’
‘Every time she speaks, I feel like I’m going through a wrangler.’
‘Try living with her.’ He grinned. ‘It does look better, by the way. The pond was too much work for a busy man like you. And you don’t need a veggie garden.’
‘I only said it to shut her up.’
‘I thought so. As if you have time with this girlfriend of yours.’
‘Don’t you start, too.’
Julian’s eyes twinkled. ‘What? I think she’s lovely; intelligent clearly, dedicated obviously. It sounds like you struck gold.’
Dan gave his first real smile in hours. ‘Thanks, Dad. Convince Mum, will you?’
‘I’ll try. Where is she?’
‘Tea, she said.’
‘What’s taking so long?’
Dan looked at the house. He frowned and peered through the window into the empty kitchen. Cold knots filled his stomach. He closed his eyes. ‘She’s not there. I think she’s in my bedroom.’
Author Bio and Links
Raven ShadowHawk is one face of the author who writes fantasy and horror under a second pseudonym. She is, according to most . . . okay, according to herself, the fun one of the pair.
Living in Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1 and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic and totally PWP.
Her interests include badly produced porn, chocolate, dressing up (particularly in matching underwear) and shouting at women who wear stupid shoes and/or skinny jeans.
Discover more about Raven on her blog (www.ileandraXraven.co.uk/about/about2)
Contact Raven via email (firstname.lastname@example.org)