Razor’s Edge Press
Word Count: 5K
Page Count: 18
Release Date: 6/7/14
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Copy Editor: Pat Sager
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary),BDSM
Finding time to spend with the one he loves is difficult — until Trick sends up a challenge.
Trick’s tired of not seeing his girl and he’s going to do something about it. He’s offered her a challenge. Meet him at the club. Simple, easy and sure to be decadent. He’s going to make her wildest dreams come true.
And now an excerpt:
Copyright ©2014 Megan Slayer
Thinking about Maura always made me hard. Soon I’d have her in my arms.
I turned my attention back to the women in the room. I could hear them through the glass.
“Fuck me, Ivan. Please?” one of them begged.
“I need punished, Ivan. I’ve been a bad girl,” the other one said.
The man walked into view. The leather pants fit snuggly to his body. I’m not a male ass man, but he did have a nice ass. He twirled a crop in his hand. “Which one of you will get punished first? Beg.”
I chuckled. I didn’t really want to watch them being dealt with so I headed down to the Blue Room. Plenty of ideas for what I’d like to do with Maura came to mind. I could see her milky white skin in my memory. Such fine skin. She’d cane me within an inch of my life if I left marks on her, but she was at the end of filming. A little harmless spanking wouldn’t be bad.
I slid my keycard through the reader slot and entered the Blue Room. The creators of the club labeled the VIP rooms with color names. I haven’t been in any of the other rooms. Don’t want to. I dropped my keys, wallet and keycard on the small table, then handed my drink order to the valet.
The man bowed and left the room.
I sat on the couch and waited for Maura. That’s one thing about my girl. She’s never late. I glanced at my watch. 7:56. She’d be there soon.
The shimmery curtain at the far end of the room twitched. Hot damn. The show was about to start. I scooted down in my seat a little and rested my palm over my crotch. This was what I came to the club for. This is what I wanted.
The lights in the room dimmed and the curtain drew back. A spotlight focused on the individual on the small stage. Music played, but I didn’t pay attention to it. The moment I spotted the glittery top hat, all I saw was her.