Chronicles of Raan (Three BDSM Fantasy Novellas) by Tara Crescent

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The House of Pain
    Text copyright © 2013 Tara Crescent
    Sara White is outwardly a good girl; she follows the rules; works in a professional office; has a boyfriend who treats her with consideration. However, deep inside her, there’s a craving for pain, a desire to be spanked and whipped, to be submissive, to be controlled.
    One day, she walks into the House of Pain, a sex store in Toronto that also does shows in the back, where women are whipped and spanked in front of an audience. Transfixed by the idea, she signs up.
    Doug Patterson has met Sara at work, but discovers a whole new side of her when he sees her at the House of Pain. He approaches her and suggests Sara become his submissive. Sara is attracted to Doug; but afraid of complication.
    Will Sara surrender to Doug, and yield to her desire to be submissive?
    Contains BDSM, flogging, anal sex, and much more...
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    Read on for an excerpt from The House of Pain…
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    “Did you like getting whipped at the House of Pain?” His words pull me back to our conversation.
    “Yes.”
    “Did you like being tied up?”
    “Yes…” I whisper again.
    “So, what concerns you?” There’s no impatience in his voice. He’s trying to understand.
    “I don’t like the idea of being obedient, submissive.”
    “Are you submissive in bed?” he asks bluntly.
    I flush. “Sometimes… but I’ve always had a choice; I don’t have to be submissive.” I’m explaining myself badly. I think I’m afraid I’ll lose my ability to choose; that my submission will not be a choice I make; but the expected behaviour from me.
    Doug listens as I try to explain this. Finally, he raises a hand, interrupts me.
    “As I see it,” he says, “you are trying to run before you can walk. These things, everything you are worried about – the nature of submission, the boundaries of the submission, they are complicated things that every couple negotiates over time.” He takes a sip of his beer, eyes me, continues... “Right now, I think we should be more concerned about the hard rules – things you have no interest in doing in bed; things you definitely want to do, that kind of thing.”
    He’s right. Besides, as he said, this can be a one-time thing.
    “No blood…” I say. “No permanent damage. No caging.”
    “Ok.” We quickly agree on the basics; set me up with a safeword. Red.
    “I really have only one rule, Sara…” Doug says. “One that applies to both of us, really. Open, honest communication. If something isn’t fun, say so. I’m pretty sure that we can find enough things that we will both enjoy.”
    “Ok,” I say, softly. I am once again a bundle of nerves. I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.
    He senses my nervousness. “Sara, it’ll be fine, I’m not a jerk…” he says wryly. “Look, do you want to do this some other time?”
    “No…” I don’t think I’d have the courage to go through this again. Besides, I broke up with Colin because of this dark chasm in me; and here’s my opportunity to explore it a little bit.
    “Can I get a glass of wine?” I ask him.
    He raises an eyebrow at me. “Liquid courage?” he asks with some amusement. “Red or white?”
    “Whatever’s easier,” I say. Doug opens the refrigerator, pulls out a bottle of white wine; pours me a glass. I take a sip; it is light, refreshing; a perfect summer wine. I take another sip.
    “Let’s go back to the living room…” he says.
    ***
    In the living room, Doug sits on the couch; pulls me onto his lap. He pulls me close; one hand encircling my waist, the other traces a gentle line down my cheek. He runs a thumb over my lower lip; an incredibly erotic touch that has me shifting restlessly in his lap.
    “Want to do this?” he whispers in my ear; catching my earlobe between