Pain of the pleasurable variety was all I needed—and Master Zum provided it.
I visited Marshall Cottage for one thing only—to be pleasured by Master Zum and the exquisite pain he offered. Actually, that was a lie. I visited to see him, to be touched by him in ways that told me he wasn’t just there for sex. Love, that’s what I wanted from him, to go along with the adoration I was so willing to shower on him. He was alluring, commanding, and I tingled all over every time he was near. I needed him, longed for him, and our time together was never a disappointment.
Nipple clamps, they were the order of the night—among other things. Could I handle them? Could I reach that sweet place I wanted to be in while he administered his brand of pain?
Yes. Yes, I could.
General Release Date: 27th June 2014
There were only so many days I could go without seeing Master Zumbadwey. I’d privately named him Zum, had never found out his first name, but that didn’t matter. He was my drug of choice, the one I’d found could satisfy all my needs without ever having to ask me what I wanted, needed. In short, he struck my arse, pinched my nipples and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
I loved that.
I was due to meet him in five minutes beside the grandfather clock in its transparent casing, the innards lit up with a lilac neon light. Said clock stood proudly in the foyer of Marshall Cottage, although why it was called a cottage was anyone’s guess. Far from that, the building was more like a hall or mansion. Grand it was, and in years past had been lived in by some lord or other. I wondered once whether that lord would be turning in his grave to know what goings on occurred in his former home now. Seedy, debase acts, some would say, but I found them all rather delicious.
A sex den. Yes, that’s what Marshall Cottage was. A BDSM lover’s delight.
I sat in my car at the edge of the driveway, scanning the other vehicles. Zum wasn’t there yet. He was always late, but that wasn’t a problem. I found waiting for him a superb aphrodisiac. The tension, the apprehension…oh, I fucking adored it.
The moon and stars were out in force tonight, clearly visible seeing as there was no cloud coverage. It seemed as though nothing else existed if I stared at the sky for long enough, my vision tunnelling so that all I saw was infinity, much like what happened when I entered subspace. I’d be going there tonight hopefully, Master Zum pushing me, testing my boundaries.
I glanced at the clock on the dash. Four minutes to go.
A car drew up on the opposite side of the drive. Mercedes. Black. Windows tinted to what I’d assume were barely kissing the legal limit. A woman got out of the driver’s side then walked towards the building. I got a good look at her owing to the harsh light that blazed from the front of the cottage, one of those efforts used at football fields, except it wasn’t so big. She stood head to toe in orange PVC, her short dress as shiny as her long, black hair. She was a sight to behold with the red-bricked cottage for a backdrop. An extremely out-of-place character from Downton Abbey, slender, appearing more so because of her killer, gold-coloured heels. She exuded sexuality.
I adjusted my corset—black with red laces, the type that didn’t extend past my waist—and waited until she’d gone inside. Once she had, I got out of my car and surveyed the area again for Zum’s car in case I’d missed it, me standing tall on seven-inch black heels that tapered into daring thinness. With the chill of the air springing goosebumps on my bare legs, naked arse and shaved pussy, I smiled at how daring I was, planning to enter the building with my lower half nude.
I can come here naked if I want to…
Natalie Dae is a multi-published author in three pen names writing in several genres. Natalie writes mainly BDSM erotica. She loves a Dom/sub relationship and is fascinated by how it all works. The trust issue is the best thing about it for her, so creating characters who have to adopt trust is one of her priorities. “Watching my characters bloom under tuition is such a treat,” she says. “I find it such a privilege to be able to write about something that makes me learn something new with every book.”
She lives with her husband and youngest daughter in England and spends her spare time reading—always reading!—and her phone, complete with Kindle app, is never far away. “I can't imagine not reading or writing,” she says. “It's a part of who I am. Without it I'd be more than a bit lost.”
Natalie has many more BDSM tales swimming around in her head, so her workload for the future is very full. “What better way to spend a weekend than writing?” she says. “Saturdays are my main writing days, so I get up, open up a work in progress and rarely leave the desk. Unless I really have to!”
She writes at weekends and is a cover artist/head of art in her day job. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Geraldine O’Hara and Sarah Masters. Natalie also co-authors as Sarah Masters with Jaime Samms, and she co-authors with Lily Harlem under the name Harlem Dae.
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