The Mystic Museum Series 3
By Loc Gliln
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 20,900
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Categories: Erotic Romance (MF), BDSM, Contemporary, paranormal elements, HEA
Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.
TEASER / EXCERPT:
The restraints
were real. Ropes, chains, handcuffs, it added to the richness of the encounter.
Some of the clientele just liked pain, but that wasn’t where his interests
wandered. His pleasure came from straddling the fine lines between giving,
receiving, and anticipating pleasure pain. The handcuffs, ropes, and chains
weren’t required, although he’d learned most women wanted them. They seemed to
heighten the level of the experience. The rooms were all the same, drab walls
and sparse furnishings, which consisted of a brass bed, end tables, and a full
bathroom. A small kitchen area containing a table and chairs and a very small
refrigerator was also provided. The refrigerator was stocked with snack food
and soft drinks. There was a cafeteria in the building. He would usually take a
break between women there. Standing outside the door of the room he would use
on this, his last night, he looked for the folder which normally contained the
safe word and some of the preferences of the submissive partner. This was the
first time there was no paperwork. He thought it odd, but it didn’t concern
him. He would supply a safe word. During the time he’d been doing this he’d
gained enough experience to be able to correctly read the submissive’s true
feelings. If he happened to be off in his judgment there was always the safe
word to protect both him and the submissive.
What would this
woman be like? He longed to find someone he could connect with emotionally and
intellectually. It would be nice if that person enjoyed this lifestyle. So far,
he hadn’t met anyone he clicked with that way here in these rooms. He kept
trying though. He was an optimist, and a believer in destiny.
He turned the doorknob and opened the door. The woman had asked to be shackled in the standing position. Her arms were above her head and her legs were spread. Her clothes were on hangers to keep them neat. That was unusual. She stood there in red stiletto heels that matched her nail polish and lipstick. Her black hair appeared unruffled. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He wore his usual black leather outfit.
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