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Authors: Tara Crescent
Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) (15 page)
End Notes
Dear Reader,
That concludes Lisa and Patrick’s journey!
I really hope you enjoyed reading the Doctor Dom series as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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I’d also like to share an excerpt of another book of mine –
The House of Pain
. It features Patrick’s friends Doug and Sara, and tells the story of how they got together. Read on!
Happy reading!
Tara Crescent
http://www.taracrescent.com
The House of Pain
Text copyright © 2013 Tara Crescent
Sara White is outwardly a good girl; she follows the rules; works in a professional office; has a boyfriend who treats her with consideration. However, deep inside her, there’s a craving for pain, a desire to be spanked and whipped, to be submissive, to be controlled.
One day, she walks into the House of Pain, a sex store in Toronto that also does shows in the back, where women are whipped and spanked in front of an audience. Transfixed by the idea, she signs up.
Doug Patterson has met Sara at work, but discovers a whole new side of her when he sees her at the House of Pain. He approaches her and suggests Sara become his submissive. Sara is attracted to Doug; but afraid of complication.
Will Sara surrender to Doug, and yield to her desire to be submissive?
Contains BDSM, flogging, anal sex, and much more...
*****
Read on for an excerpt from The House of Pain…
“Did you like getting whipped at the House of Pain?” His words pull me back to our conversation.
“Yes.”
“Did you like being tied up?”
“Yes,” I whisper again.
“So, what concerns you?” There’s no impatience in his voice. He’s trying to understand.
“I don’t like the idea of being obedient, submissive.”
“Are you submissive in bed?” he asks bluntly.
I flush. “Sometimes. But I’ve always had a choice; I don’t have to be submissive.” I’m explaining myself badly. I think I’m afraid I’ll lose my ability to choose. That my submission will not be a choice I make, but the expected behaviour from me.
Doug listens as I try to explain this. Finally, he raises a hand and interrupts me.
“As I see it,” he says, “you are trying to run before you can walk. These things, everything you are worried about – the nature of submission, the boundaries of the submission, they are complicated things that every couple negotiates over time.” He takes a sip of his beer, eyes me and continues. “Right now, I think we should be more concerned about the hard rules – things you have no interest in doing in bed, things you definitely want to do, that kind of thing.”
He’s right. Besides, as he said, this can be a one-time thing.
“No blood,” I say. “No permanent damage. No caging.”
“Ok.” We quickly agree on the basics; set me up with a safeword. Red.
“I really have only one rule, Sara,” Doug says. “One that applies to both of us, really. Open, honest communication. If something isn’t fun, say so. I’m pretty sure that we can find enough things that we will both enjoy.”
“Ok,” I say, softly. I am once again a bundle of nerves. I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.
He senses my nervousness. “Sara, it’ll be fine, I’m not a jerk,” he says wryly. “Look, do you want to do this some other time?”
“No.” I don’t think I’d have the courage to go through this again. Besides, I broke up with Colin because of this dark chasm in me. This is my opportunity to explore it a little bit.
“Can I get a glass of wine?” I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Liquid courage?” he asks with some amusement. “Red or white?”
“Whatever’s easier,” I say. Doug opens the refrigerator, pulls out a bottle of white wine and pours me a glass. I take a sip. It is light and refreshing; a perfect summer wine. I take another sip.
“Let’s go back to the living room,” he says.
***
In the living room, Doug sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. He pulls me close, one hand encircling my waist, the other tracing a gentle line down my cheek. He runs a thumb over my lower lip; an incredibly erotic touch that has me shifting restlessly in his lap.
“Want to do this?” he whispers in my ear, catching my earlobe between his teeth, nibbling it lightly. Little tendrils of arousal run through me, replacing the nervousness. I shift in his lap again. I can feel his erection against me, and I bite my lip. His body feels good, really, really good.
I nod. Yes. I want to do this.
He pulls me closer and kisses me. His mouth is initially gentle on mine. I sigh softly. I haven’t been kissed in over five weeks and I miss it. My mouth parts slightly and lets him in. That’s the signal Doug’s been waiting for. His lips are suddenly more insistent, his tongue pushes into my parted mouth and dances a delicious duet with mine. His free hand traces idle lines on my bodice.
I moan. Doug’s hands are, in their own way, creating a fire as insistent as the whip. My body tingles in pleasure and lust. I move into him; bring my hands around his head to draw him in, still closer.
“No,” he says softly, pulling away from my mouth for an instant. “Let me set the pace, please.”
Aah. The first demonstration of control. But he doesn’t order me. This is a request, not a command. I nod. I can do this for him. My hands remain at my sides.
He bends his head again, pulls my mouth onto his. He’s nibbling my lower lip now, softly, and the feeling of his teeth on my lip is awakening a deep hunger in me. I moan and shift restlessly.
“Keep still, baby,” he mutters. Again, not an order, but again, I obey.
His hands are now running lightly over my breasts. I want to shrug off the straps of my dress, lower the bodice so that his hands will caress my bared breasts but I hold still. His fingers are dancing a little waltz on my bared arms, tracing a pathway along my exposed cleavage, running a fiery line along my thighs.
I part my thighs. Doug chuckles. “Keep still, baby,” he says again.
His mouth now is trailing little kisses on my neck. I love being kissed on my neck. It’s my secret erogenous spot, one with a direct line to my pussy. I feel the familiar stirrings as he kisses me. The familiar dampness. I bite my lower lip and moan.
The sunlight is streaming in through the windows in his living room. Doug groans. “The dungeon is in the basement,” he says, a little ironic inflection when he says dungeon. “The bedroom is upstairs. Which way, Sara?”
It is tempting to pick the safe path; to gesture towards the bedroom. I don’t do that. Instead I gather up my courage. “Downstairs,” I say quietly.
We walk towards Doug’s dungeon.
***
If you would like to read more of Doug and Sara, pick up their story,
The House of Pain
.
The House of Pain is a 42,000 word/170 page stand-alone novel.
Books by Tara Crescent
BDSM Romance:
The Professor’s Pet
BDSM & Medical Play:
Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)
Diagnosis (Doctor Dom Volume 3)
Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5)
Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis)
BDSM Fantasy:
Magic Everywhere (Chronicles of Raan Volume 1)
Raina’s Wedding (Chronicles of Raan Volume 2)
Leila’s Training (Chronicles of Raan Volume 3)
Erotic Shorts:
The Alien, the Doctor and the Virgin (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 1)
The Alien Trains the Virgin (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 2)
The Alien, the Virgin and the Warrior Queen (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Book 3)
Tentacle Monsters and the Virgin (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 4)
The Virgin Returns Home (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 5) – Coming July 2014!
