Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] by Sara Kingston Page A

collared shirt with the collar open. Never before had she thought of a throat as being attractive, but right now there was nothing more she wanted to do than lick his neck and collar bone. He smelled fresh and woodsy, but yet the scent reminded her of water somehow. Whatever the cologne he was wearing, she wanted to buy it so she could just sniff it all day long.
     
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    Kyle stood at her door smirking. There was nothing like an ego boost. Petra looked as dazed as a kitten who had just smelled her first catnip. “So are you going to ask me in?” He felt like a god. So many women didn’t realize how much men needed approval and to be made to feel attractive and desired, too. Just like when a woman would say her inner goddess comes out when she feels sexy, desired, and safe, a man’s inner god comes out when he feels sexy, desired, and strong. His god was preening and wanting to play. He hadn’t thought of doing anything but taking her to dinner and drinks, but now he wanted to play. She was an experienced sub, and she wouldn’t be upset if he took her to the club on their first official date, although you never knew. But right now he wanted to take everything further. He wanted her tied up and dependent on him, he wanted her begging him. He wanted her. He looked around her house. Everything had its place, and it was amazingly clean. The beige leather couch dominated the living room which looked comfortable and inviting. He could see through into the kitchen which was small and completely white. He could see the commercial mixer on the bench and few other kitchen appliances. One looked surprisingly like a pasta maker. It looked heavy, which in his mind equated to being expensive. No wonder she’d made such a big deal about his kitchen. She liked to cook much more than she’d let on.
    “So you never did tell me your pen name. Are you going to tell me? What type of romance do you write?” he asked as he took a seat on the couch.
    “Umm, yeah, well, I, umm, am a, well, I’m an author but not really of romance. Well it is a kind of romance.”
    Okay, there was something going on there. He looked around the area again. There was no secondhand furniture and this was a nice neighborhood, so she must make a decent living. Why would she be hesitant?
    “So, what do you write?”
    “Umm, well, let’s call it hot romance,” she replied, looking worried.
    “Petra, I’m not going to judge you. I just want to get to know you.” He tried to soothe her with his words.
    “Okay, look, I’m going to be honest. When I tell dates what I do for a living, they commonly fall into two categories. Ones that think I’m a slut and easy and think I would be a good quick fuck but no future. Or the second category, the ones that get intimidated and don’t want a future either. Hell, they don’t even give me a chance.”
    “Shit, now I really need to know what you write.”
    “I’m an erotica author,” she replied sheepishly.
    Obviously it really had been a serious problem in the past. “Seriously, that’s fantastic. Have you written anything I might know?” He ran through the books he’d read recently in his head searching for her name but couldn’t find it. He was sure she used a pen name, which was common.
    “I’m…” she mumbled. He could hardly hear her but pieced the name together.
    “Holy shit, you’re her?” he shouted. Damn, things just got better. Here he was about to go on a date with one of the best-selling BDSM writers of the past five years. Not only that, but she was a submissive who liked it rough.
    “Yes, well, anyway, maybe we should be going,” she said as she paced in front of him, rubbing her hands against each other, obviously not dealing with the situation well.
    “Petra,” he stated using his Dom voice, and she immediately stopped and faced him. Like a true sub. “You will not be embarrassed, ashamed, or nervous about your career. You will be proud of your accomplishments, and you