Bondage. Dominance. Submission. Masochism. Love.
Love. Lust. Limits.
Sir Simeon Harvey has realized his lifelong ambition: to build a BDSM resort on a private island off the Australian coast.
At last Nox Oasis, with its grand apartments, exclusive membership, and very own kinky theme park, is opening its doors to guests for the first time.
George and Faye have been especially invited by Sir Simeon himself to celebrate the official opening. Having lost the spark in their marriage, they hope to rediscover their one time passion. What they don’t expect is for Simeon to make them an offer they can’t refuse.
Hazel Jenkins can’t believe her luck when she lands the plum job as head receptionist for the Oasis. While she has no experience in the BDSM realm herself, she’s fascinated by the whole idea.
Her initiation into Sir Simeon’s world is as shocking as it is arousing, and when she meets his godson, Dain Wilcott, the handsome American Dom, she knows just whom she wants to explore her kinky side with.
The question is, does he feel the same way about her?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual and BDSM-related themes, including MFM ménage, and mild breath play. If such material is likely to offend you, please do not purchase.
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“Fuck, this is a hot sight,” George breathed. “I’m already so hard it hurts, and I haven’t even started spanking her yet.”
Simeon chuckled knowingly. “That was the intention. Imagine you’re a Top currently without a partner, and you’re in the mood to deliver a nice—or nasty—little spanking… you can come in here and indulge yourself on a naked, perfectly presented backside, no strings attached, anonymity guaranteed.”
Faye suddenly found breathing impossible. Even with the knowledge that it was her husband on the other side of that curtain; the man who had spanked her so often and in such a variety of ways that she’d lost count, she was apprehensive. She couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if those behind the curtain were nameless, faceless people intent on one thing; using any implement they chose on her defenceless, exposed bottom.
“And how do you feel right now, little one?” Simeon bent down, his hand settling warmly on the back of her neck.
“Terrified,” she admitted.
“Nox Oasis is no place for wallflowers, Miss Jenkins,” Simeon went on in his deep, gravelly voice. “As my head receptionist, you’re going to be confronted by all manner of things on a daily basis. I built this place because I wanted to create a kinky playground; somewhere for people to come and be themselves, no matter what form that may take. There’s still far too much prejudice against BDSM out there in the vanilla world—people think it’s all whips and chains and nothing else.” He sighed. “I can’t have prejudiced staff—”
“I’m not prejudiced!” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
He smiled. “I know that, sweetheart. I hadn’t finished yet.”
“I also can’t have anyone on my team who is easily shocked, or overwhelmed by what they might see or hear.” He frowned. “I’ve been to too many BDSM clubs where sex isn’t allowed. It’s ridiculous. Everyone buggers off before midnight; a man gives his girl a flogging and they’re turned on so much they have to rush home to fuck instead of being able to do it right there, while they’re still in the moment, while their juices are still flowing, so to speak.”
“I understand,” she said.
“Good. So the idea behind this place is that anything goes, so long as it’s all within the principles of R.A.C.K.”
“Risk aware, consensual kink. It’s also why we have such an involved and arduous vetting process. Means that, once they get here, our visitors can relax and have fun knowing that everyone else is on the same page.”
There was a pause. Hazel wasn’t sure what to say, but she was glad the conversation had turned away from what was going on between her thighs.
I wonder if I can get through this entire dinner without looking at him? Sitting down, deliberately staring at the silverware, Hazel was only just able to suppress a squeal when someone squeezed her bare knee.
“Try to relax, sweetheart,” Simeon whispered. “These are all very friendly, open people. I just want you to have a good time. Do you think you can do that for me?”
She gave him as genuine a smile as she could muster. “Of course, Sir.”
So intent was she on staring at the polished brass candlesticks that it took a moment before Hazel realized that wine was being poured into the huge silver goblet beside her plate. Glancing down the table, she saw that everyone else’s goblets were also being filled, by an assortment of waiters and waitresses.
Naked waiters and waitresses.
Not one of them was wearing a stitch of clothing other than their shoes.
And, even more extraordinarily, not a single guest was giving them so much as a second glance; as though being waited on by a youthful, attractive, stark naked person was an everyday occurrence.
Noting that the hand currently pouring her wine was most decidedly masculine, she bit her lip. She didn’t dare look behind her. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
She was suddenly all too aware that this was real; that she really was lying naked on Dain’s bed and that he was an extremely experienced Dominant, whereas she had never even been spanked.
He settled himself down beside her, leaning up on one elbow, his free hand trailing down her stomach, sending sparks of arousal skittering up her spine.
“Hush, sweetheart,” he said gently. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I know you’re new to this, which is why we’ll be taking things slow.” Even as he spoke, his hand moved down between her thighs, seeking the hot, wet core of her. “But believe you me, sooner or later, I will have you over my knee… or bent over a desk, a chair or my bed, and I will be spanking that adorable round butt of yours until you’re begging for me to stop.” His fingers found her clit and began to play with it, around and around, up and down, driving her almost to madness. “And we’re not gonna stop there,” he went on, his husky voice consuming her thoughts. “I’m going to bring you to extremes of both pleasure and pain… I’m going to make you cry, make you scream, make you beg, I’m gonna play your body like it’s my own personal instrument, and I’m going to show you that even your orgasms belong to me from now on.”
Hazel was almost delirious; she was vaguely aware that she was rocking her pelvis in time to his stroking fingertips, her entire being was focused on the sensations his voice and his touch were invoking. “Please,” she whispered.
“Please what, baby?”
She was so, so close… “I want to come.”
USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic spanking fiction for over a decade, mostly in the ageplay and historical genres. More recently, she’s discovered the joys of writing more contemporary, edgier books with a greater emphasis on BDSM – one of which, Sharing Silver, has been nominated for a Golden Flogger award and won the Spanking Romance Reviews award for best ménage 2015.
Having lived in four countries on three different continents, and been an active participant in her local kinky communities, she likes to “write to discover what she knows”. Her own personal kinks include anything and everything to do with spanking, fireplay, edge play, scarification, age-play, and too many more to count. Some girls like wood, some adore leather, but Tabitha is partial to big, shiny, ornate knives… nothing else makes her quite as weak at the knees.
She lives in Europe with her Daddy/Sir, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face. She has a weakness for great cappuccino; strong, dominant, kind but brutally sadistic men (and counts herself amazingly lucky to have found one in real life); brilliant books, and tattoos.
Tabitha loves getting mail, so if you want to drop her a line, please do so at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can also check out her blog here, follow her on Twitter @BlushingTabitha, Instagram, or join her Facebook page. Thank you for reading!