Available February 12, 2015
Burning For Her Kiss (Serpent's Kiss #1)
Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance
Chapter 1 - Part 1
Drew Parker had finally drummed up the courage
to come to Serpent’s Kiss by himself four weeks ago. He’d been anxious about
walking into a kink club. The idea of going alone terrified him. In the end,
after a lot of internal arguments, he’d done it. He’d made the leap into the
unknown.
In the months leading up to his first trip to
the club, Drew attended a few local munches. That had been daunting in and of
itself. He hadn’t known what to expect, but the people were more welcoming than
he’d thought they’d be—especially John and his mistress, Allison. They seemed
to sense his need for guidance and had taken him under their wing, so to speak.
It was through John and Allison that Drew found
out about the club. Serpent’s Kiss was a private club in the heart of downtown
St. Louis. On the outside, it appeared to be an old warehouse. No one would
know it was a BDSM club unless they paid close attention to the people who came
and went on Friday and Saturday nights.
With the help of his new friends, he was
introduced to the club and its owner, Mistress Katrina. Drew was a little
surprised a woman owned and ran a kink club. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d just
assumed a man would be in charge. The joke was on him, however. If he’d ever
been in doubt as to his submissive tendencies, they’d disappeared after his
interview with Mistress Katrina. The moment she began questioning him from
behind that big wooden desk, her tone of voice changed and he felt his heart
pick up its pace. She seemed to get a kick out of his reaction, and after a few
more questions, she’d shown him around the club.
While Mistress Katrina’s dominant nature got
his blood pumping, that was where his reaction to her ended. There was no
physical attraction. He was confident part of that was because the dungeon
mistress was a busty blonde. He preferred leggy brunettes with a little extra
cushion in the back end.
Thinking of his first meeting with the club’s mistress
made him squirm in his seat. She was certainly nothing like he’d expected her
to be. Then again, most of the Dommes he’d met weren’t what he’d expected.
Allison was a perfect example. The Dommes he’d seen in online videos barked
orders at their submissives, and seemed to take pleasure in humiliating them at
every turn. Allison was nice. Drew had no doubt that, if pushed, she could be
hard as nails, but she’d been nothing but pleasant to him. She’d even offered
to do a scene with Drew if he wanted. Although it was tempting, he wasn’t sure
if he was ready for that step yet. For the time being, he was content to watch.
Everything was still so new to him.
To be honest, Drew was relieved to discover not
all Dommes were like the ones he’d seen online. While he wanted his lover to be
in control in the bedroom, public humiliation wasn’t on his list of desires. He
wanted to serve his partner—to worship her body and mind. Meeting Allison and
John gave him hope.
As Drew glanced around the main room, he
spotted some familiar faces. It was a typical night. The main room was
scattered with people talking and sipping on drinks. Submissives were in
various stages of undress. Some were on leashes kneeling on the floor next to
their masters or mistresses. Others were sitting beside or on top of their master’s
or mistress’ laps. Mistress Katrina was near the bar talking to a male Dom and
his female sub. Drew recognized both of them, but he didn’t know their names.
There were also a handful of people Drew had
met at the munches he’d attended. While he’d met a few others since coming to
the club, the atmosphere was different. Munches were for socializing. Serpent’s
Kiss was for playing.
The club was divided into sections, which was
one of the things Drew liked the most. There were plenty of seating areas
scattered around the main floor, as well as a bar along one wall, a small dance
floor, and a raised platform. He’d been told the platform was used for
demonstrations, but he’d yet to witness one of those since he’d been a member.
As for kinky play, very little beyond the occasional spanking or some other
light impact play occurred in the main room. Everything else took place
upstairs.
A couple of weeks ago, he’d drummed up the
courage to climb the stairs and take a look around. The upstairs rooms looked
completely different with people in them than they had when Mistress Katrina
had shown him around during the club’s off hours. The sounds alone charged the
atmosphere.
Although Drew didn’t consider himself a voyeur,
he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn into watching some of the scenes. Most
of the items in the rooms were things he’d seen online in his initial research
into the lifestyle. Some of them appealed to him. Some of them didn’t.
Drew had the desire to submit to a mistress,
but he wasn’t looking for just the physical aspects of submission. Maybe that
sounded cheesy, but he’d done the whole sex-only thing in the vanilla world.
There was physical gratification, yes, but he’d never truly felt connected to a
woman before. Drew knew part of that was his desire to give up control to his
partner. He was twenty-eight, and he wanted someone he could share his life
with.
As a firefighter, he saw death and tragedy on a
regular basis. He didn’t want to wake up ten years into the future and still be
searching for someone who could give him what he needed. That was why he’d
decided to plunge headfirst into this new lifestyle instead of dragging his
feet in the regular dating pool. Even still, Drew knew it was going to be an
uphill battle. There were more male subs than there were female dominants. Even
at the club, there were five male Doms to every one Domme. But as his new
friend John had reminded him on multiple occasions, if Drew didn’t put himself
out there, he’d never find the woman he was searching for.
Drew watched as John sat at his mistress’ feet
with his head in her lap. It wasn’t demeaning in any way. It was affectionate,
and Drew wanted that for himself.
Allison moved, getting John’s attention. “Get
me a drink, my boy.”
John was swiftly on his feet. “What would you
like, Mistress?”
That was the last of their exchange Drew heard
because his attention had shifted to the door. He vaguely registered John
leaving the cozy sitting area, but Drew was too focused on the woman who’d
walked through the club’s main entrance.
The new arrival surveyed the room. From the way
she was carrying herself, Drew was almost positive she was a Domme. If he was
being honest with himself, he was hoping she was a Domme. Whether she was or
not remained to be seen.
She looked to be about five foot six or seven,
but the black heels she had on added a good three to four inches to her
stature. Her long hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and looked almost
black in the dim club lighting. The black corset and jeans she wore accented
her curves to the point where Drew was afraid he might be drooling.
Only a few seconds passed before the woman
strolled with confidence over to the bar and ordered a drink. Drew continued to
stare. She chatted with the bartender for several minutes, even after he’d
handed the woman her drink. Drew didn’t recognize the woman as anyone who’d
been to the club since he’d joined, but the bartender seemed to know her. Of
course, that didn’t mean anything. For all Drew knew, the mystery woman and the
bartender lived next door to each other. Then again, this was a private club.
In order to be here, she had to be a member. Especially since she’d come alone.
Drew’s eyes followed the woman as she headed to
a booth across the room. She sat down with another group of people similar to
the one he was with. He recognized most of them. They were all regulars.
Abruptly, John sat down next to him on the
couch having returned with his mistress’ drink. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
Drew reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the
woman. “What?”
“Don’t what
me. You’re staring at Lady Beth.”
Then what John said registered. “What do you
mean I shouldn’t get my hopes up? She is a Domme, right?”
“Oh yes, definitely a Domme.”
“She doesn’t like male subs?”
“She does.” John drew out the two words, and
Drew knew there was a ‘but’ coming.
He sighed, frustrated. “Then what’s the issue?”
John
lowered his voice to a whisper so no one around them could hear the information
he was about to disclose. Drew doubted his friend would tell him anything ninety percent of the club didn’t already know,
but he decided to play along. One of the first things Drew learned was that
word traveled fast in the small community—especially if it was something bad.
“She used to come here all the time with her sub, Ben. They’d been together for
years, from what I heard, before Mistress and I began getting involved in local
events. Then, three months ago, they both suddenly stopped coming. To the club.
To munches. Everything.”
Drew couldn’t help himself. He was intrigued.
“What happened?”
“Ben traveled a lot for his business. Sometimes
he was out of town for weeks at a time going to all sorts of places.
Apparently, his trips weren’t business related. At least, not completely. Lady
Beth found out he had a wife and daughter in Florida.”
“That’s insane. It’s like something you hear on
TV.” Drew shook his head, trying to digest the information he’d received.
“I know. He’d lied to her the entire time.”
Drew’s gaze drifted back to Lady Beth. He
couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have trust broken in such a way.
John’s voice pulled Drew out of his musings. “I
don’t know if she’s ready to dive back into a relationship, man, and I know
that’s what you want.”
It was true. Drew did want a relationship, but
he was willing to work for it. One step at a time, right? So the first thing he
had to do was find a way to introduce himself.
Stop by the blog tomorrow for the second
half of Burning For Her Kiss, Chapter 1.
Welcome to Serpent's Kiss (Serpent's Kiss 0.5)
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Summary:
After losing her husband unexpectedly, Katrina Mayer decided
to open Serpent’s Kiss. She wanted it to be a place where she and her fellow
kinksters could play and socialize.
Five years after the doors opened, the club is everything
she’d hoped it would be. On Friday and Saturday nights, Serpent’s Kiss is
filled with men and women who share a similar desire to explore the pleasures
BDSM has to offer. The club has continued to grow, and over the years, many of
its members have become friends.
The one thing Katrina didn’t expect when she’d decided to
open a club was the human drama that came with it. Learning to balance her life
as the club mistress has taken some getting used to, but she wouldn’t change a
thing.
Thanks for posting the first half of the chapter. Looking forward to the next half.
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