Friday, February 6, 2015

Read Chapter 1 of Burning for Her Kiss by Sherri Hayes #BDSM #EroticRomance

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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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. 

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for posting the first half of the chapter. Looking forward to the next half.