Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

I’m excited to be joined by Kryssie Fortune today, who brings us her latest release, Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier!
In the book, Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.
Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.
Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?
Check out the red-hot excerpt below (18+ only… you have been warned!)
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She felt vulnerable now that she’d gotten naked, but she knelt, knees spread, pussy open, hands resting on her thighs, her gaze fixed on the floor. Just when she thought he’d changed his mind about their scene, she heard him stand and move behind her. He fastened a blindfold over her mask, and her world went black.
The darkness disoriented her, but Master Erik brushed his lips against hers. That brief, gentle touch set the wild horses in her stomach rearing up and pawing the air. She heard his clothes rustle as he moved in front of her. Gently, he lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed her palm.
Coco Starr hitched in a breath as he fastened fur-lined handcuffs around her wrists. He took a moment to check they didn’t dig into her flesh. The deep rumble of his voice delighted her when he told her, “Stand up.”
With her hands fastened before her, she had difficulty rising, so he took hold of one elbow and helped her to her feet. His hands slid down to her hips as he walked her forward. “Arms over your head.”
She stretched upward as instructed. Despite her heels, she had to go on her tiptoes for him to loop the handcuff chain over the hook in the ceiling. Once the chain settled, she felt vulnerable as she teetered on her high heels.
He positioned her carefully, spreading her legs wide, then backed off again. She didn’t move, but her heart beat so loud she could hear nothing except her blood pounding in her veins. Nervous, excited, body on fire for his touch, she waited.
Listening hard, she wondered what Master Erik would do next. She heard his footsteps as he crossed the black-and-white tiled floor, followed by swishing sounds. He’d collected a flogger from the far wall. Although they’d agreed on this, she’d never been flogged before. Her nerves jangled as she anticipated his next move. When the flogger hit her skin, would it be soft and gentle or firm enough to make her back feel like he lashed it with tongues of fire?
Time moved in slow motion. Letting her Dom make decisions for her was a blessed release from her everyday persona. Her spine still tingled, part with nerves, part with anticipation. Not knowing what to expect felt…arousing. Her pussy grew damp, and she hovered on the edge of orgasm.
His breath felt warm on her neck as he palmed her breasts. The way he stroked and caressed them made her nipples peak. He chuckled and slipped tweezer clamps on each breast in turn. They felt heavy and tight, pulling her breasts down. When she wriggled and tried to find a better balance, bells tinkled on the ends of the clamps.
“Sweet music,” Master Erik whispered in her ear.
He stepped back, and she felt the soft caress of suede run down her spine. The slightly furred feel of it against her skin made her sigh in her bonds. A shiver ran from her head to her toes, making the bells clamped on her nipples chime like a fairy song.
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