Three Jane Porter Stories from Dominique Adair in one paperback collectionSeducing...Jane Porter is looking to end her self-imposed, year-long celibacy with a master who's willing to explore the depths of her sensual nature. Men looking for happily-ever-after need not apply.
Antonio Villareal is a master on the hunt for a submissive. The moment he sees Jane on the arm of another man, he wants to possess her, body and soul.
Educating...Antonio is well aware that Jane is determined to keep their sexual relationship temporary, but he has other plans. Within hours of their first meeting, he introduces her to his best friend, and together they set out to unleash her inner submissive.
Reinventing...Jane's weekend of heady sexual freedom is drawing to a close. She arrives at the final event, a masquerade ball, escorted by her masters, then discovers that the party isn't the only item on their agenda.
Antonio and Santos have no intention of letting Jane retreat to her everyday life. This night, if they have their way, Beauty will emerge from her shell - for good.
Warning: Graphic sex, spanking, public fondling, more spanking, the ménage of the century, even more spanking, cranky ex-lovers, bondage and the misuse of both a piano and pool table.
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SEDUCING JANE PORTER
“You will not move until I give you permission, woman.”
The deep voice sent tendrils of pleasure through Jane’s body. She swallowed the champagne in an effort to relieve her suddenly dry throat.
The master moved away from the woman to a table covered by a red silk cloth. He yanked away the cloth and Jane’s eyes widened when she saw what it had concealed. The table was covered with an array of sex toys, some of which she didn’t recognize though she would enjoy making their intimate acquaintance.
He chose a leather paddle and Jane almost slid off her chair.
He ran his hand over her buttocks then replaced his hand with the paddle, gently rubbing it over her ass. Her hips jerked and he delivered a swift swat to tender flesh.
The tension level in the room ratcheted higher and one woman in the audience gave a lusty sigh.
The man began paddling his submissive, the sound of leather against flesh was heady. His slave tried to keep her body still but it was a losing battle. With every blow her receptive body twisted and strained against the cuffs holding her in place.
Her silken whimpers grew louder with each stroke and sweat broke out on Jane’s upper lip. Tightening her thighs, though she wasn’t sure if it was to bring on an orgasm or avoid it. She feared if she were to touch herself now it would be all over.
She glanced at her watch.
Damn, eight more minutes to go.
“You haven’t obeyed your master.” His voice rang out. “And for that you must be reprimanded.”
He reached around the back of the frame and Jane heard the slide of metal. From the floor a wide black leather-covered table came up to the woman’s waist. The top of the frame bent forward, forcing her to lean on the table to support her upper torso.
“You are not to come until I give you permission, slave.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.” Her voice came out high and thin with need.
He brought the paddle down hard and Jane bit her lip to keep from crying out. The woman’s shriek was long and loud causing a murmur to ripple through the audience. He continued paddling her. Jane’s body reverberated with each blow.
The woman strained against the cuffs, trying to lean forward to open her legs as far as possible. Her plump backside was angled toward him, eager for the punishment her master dealt.
Jane’s arousal spiraled tighter. Her panties were soaked and her corset was at least two sizes smaller than when she’d put it on. Desperate for something to hold onto, she relinquished her flute then gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with exertion.
The slave’s flesh had turned a glowing pink. Standing on her tiptoes, her weight was fully supported by the frame. She thrashed against her restraints, sobbing with her need for release.
Jane could sympathize with her plight.
The master continued the sensual torture and the woman’s cries grew louder. The audience began to cheer them on; the voices growing more plentiful with each blow. Jane saw more than a few spectators were putting on their own little shows.
A whimper broke from Jane’s lips.
More than anything she wanted to be the woman on the stage. She longed to know how it felt to be mastered in front of a crowd, her arousal and submission on display.
Her heartbeat increased. She wasn’t sure if she were more shocked or excited by what was happening on stage, all she knew was she was hot for the experience. The idea of being bare before a crowd of people while a talented master played her body like a musical instrument was enough to put her on the edge of a monster release.
The masked man dropped the paddle and began spanking her with the flat of his hand. The woman’s cries of arousal turned to animal-like howls of pleasure.
Jane’s breathing grew short. Her skirt eased up to flash an inch of her thighs over her stockings. Her level of arousal was both shocking and gratifying at the same time. She was only a hair’s breath from climax and she hadn’t even touched herself.
“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
EDUCATING JANE PORTER
“You have to tell me everything.”
Lily’s voice interrupted Jane as she was counting the crates of freshly washed glassware. The brunch was set to begin in less than an hour and her business partner had waited until now to show up? Jane wrote the number of crates on her checklist before she forgot it.
“A little late aren’t you?” Jane kept her gaze focused on the list of items to be completed.
“I slept in.”
I’ll bet.
“I’m dying here. Tell me.” Lily snatched the clipboard from Jane’s hands. “How was it?”
“How was what?” Jane scowled at the redhead.
“You naughty girl. You’re holding out on me.”
“Give me my clipboard. Unlike you I have work to do.”
Lily tucked the board behind her, and Jane rolled her eyes. Unless she wanted to engage in a childish shoving match, she’d have to wait until Lily decided to give it back.
“Lily—”
“The least you could do is look at me when you lie.” Lily was grinning from ear to ear.
“I am looking at you,” Jane snapped. “You can be quite tedious…”
Her attention was caught by a pale bruise on the other woman’s throat. Lily had a love bite. Jane began to smile. It looked like her friend had a few stories to tell as well.
“You have a hickey.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Lily shoved the clipboard at Jane then pulled a silver compact from her pocket. She flipped it open.
“I told him to not leave any marks.” She dabbed the puff over the faint spot on her throat. “I have to work this weekend, and I can’t wander around with love bites all over me.” She muttered the last bit under her breath.
“Mmm, I guess he didn’t hear you.” Jane bit her lip. It was all she could do to keep from laughing outright.
Lily shot her a dark look. “Well, you’re looking pretty pleased with yourself for someone who has razor burn on your jaw.”
“Drat.”
REINVENTING JANE PORTER
“I have a feeling we’ll spend most of our evening fighting off her admirers.” Antonio laid a hand on Santos’s shoulder.
“You could be right.” Santos shot him a faux-serious look. “Do you think we should mark her? No man will be left in doubt as to who her masters are.”
Antonio pretended to consider the idea. Jane’s eyes were wide and her breathing fast. Her hands smoothed the front of the corset coming to rest on her lower belly. White teeth worried the tender flesh of her lower lip.
“I think we should. It will save us wear and tear on our knuckles.” Antonio shot Santos an amused glance.
“Excellent point. What shall we use? A paddle?” Santos moved around Jane, not touching her but leaving no doubt of his intentions. After circling her twice, he gestured toward the bed. “A shiny pink bottom will serve as a warning to any man who covets our woman. Go, Beauty, take your place.”
Turning, Antonio opened the doors to the toy armoire. The array of sex-oriented toys was modest—paddles, crops, handcuffs crafted from a variety of materials, ropes and other essentials were neatly lined up in hooks or on the shelves. He’d always considered himself a purist when it came to sex, and battery operated gadgets need not apply. He preferred his partners to achieve orgasm through their play, not technology.
Removing a medium-sized leather paddle from the armoire, he admired the workmanship. He’d picked up this little toy in Brussels weeks before coming to America. One side was leather and the other was covered in thick, soft felt. Rubbing the padded side against his palm, he was sure Jane would enjoy his latest purchase. He closed the doors.
Their slave was on her knees on the bench at the foot of the bed. Her torso was resting on the bed leaving her bare ass at the perfect angle for a proper spanking. Her figure was ideal for bondage. With her generous breasts and slim waist, she was born to wear corsets. Add in her rounded hips and generous ass, and Jane could be the poster girl for submission.
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