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A View to Possession
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from A View to Possession: Tonight she was decked out in a tight, ruby sequined corset, narrowing her waist impossibly, its long skirt, no more than long strands of red fringe that swayed with her steps. Black, shiny leather boots that clung to her legs like a second skin with at least four-inch heels. She carried a red leather flogger in her hand and tapped it against her thigh as she strutted to the center of the dance floor, head held high, eyes glittering in the darkness. The music dipped lower, the bass a deeper, throbbing rhythmic undertone. Her long, elegant neck, milky white and uncollared, her satiny, straight, black hair shimmered like a midnight waterfall, a dark cape draped down her back ending bluntly at her waist. She was certainly a sight to behold and Martine would have been proud of her performance. Tad strode behind her, a leash attached to a black leather, rhinestone studded collar, hands handcuffed in front of him, as he followed her. He wore black leather pants that rested low on his hips barely covering his cock and ass, short dark hairs curling over the top, a taste of what lay hidden beneath. They looked like they could slide off his hips at any moment, yet were tight enough to remain in place, taunting the waiting audience. He was barefoot, head down as he following Aurora to the center. Quickly he knelt before her and she stood gazing down at him. She then proceeded to strut around him. She trailed the flogger over his back as she studied him. Finally, she halted to the side of him. "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?" She asked him loudly so the audience could here her words. Con had seen the act each night, played a bit differently each time. And it was an act, because Con sensed her heart wasn't in it. "Yes, Mistress," Tad answered her in a chastened tone, hunched before her on the floor. "It's time to take your punishment. How many tonight, do you think?" She turned to survey the crowd as though asking their opinion. People shouted out numbers from all sides, eager to see the punishment begin. Finally, she seemed to consider as she stood there glittering beneath the spotlight. Con watched them intently. It wasn't real, none of it. In fact, to Con it seemed more forced than usual. "Ten, tonight my naughty sub. It shall be ten lashes." She lifted her crimson gloved hand and began to mete out the punishment, slowly, playing to the crowd. And Tad played as well, crying out at what Con knew was not truly as painful an experience as he pretended. He had to wonder if in private Aurora put him through his paces as he obviously needed to be. And if Martine had been accurate in her assessment, who put Aurora through hers? Who offered her the opportunity for complete submission, to release all her control? There was no one now, was there? His attention again turned to the dance floor just as the punishment ended and Aurora soothed the well-chastened sub, removing his handcuffs. He stood and she kissed him, offering him forgiveness for his supposed transgressions, and the audience clapped. The music changed once again to a faster trance beat and people moved toward the dance floor as Aurora and Tad retreated out of the way of surging bodies, holding court at a corner of the floor. Now it was time for Con to make his presence known. He rose from the stool and slowly made his way to the couple, who were surrounded by enthusiastic fans. The haughty smile on Aurora's face was forced; Tad tried to keep the crowd from overpowering them both. Con approached from the side. He wanted them to be taken off guard, better to judge their honest reactions. He'd never sought them out before, content instead to watch them from a distance. The crowd parted, allowing him access. He stood several feet to their right and watched as they thanked the effusive fans and answered their questions. He saw her stiffen, and knew she felt his close presence. A dom's presence. He saw her lay a hand on Tad's arm and Tad turned to look at her enquiringly. She said nothing, but turned her head slowly to survey the people around them and then she saw him. Her eyes widened in surprise, then her expression closed and turned wary. Tad, who had been watching her closely, also turned his head. His expression was not so much one of surprise, but of assessment and interest, almost welcoming. Con wanted to smile when he saw his gaze turn heavy-lidded and inviting, a sexy, come-hither look planted on his face. He had a feeling he definitely was a naughty boy and could use a strong hand to guide him. Those few strokes of the flogger had done little to rein in his bad behavior. His attention turned back to Aurora. She was the one who was the real challenge. She had played mistress for two years now, and she would definitely require firm handling. He liked it that way as it was more of a challenge and brought out his primitive instincts, making his blood sizzle with anticipation and his cock harden. And the thought of their submission was all the more precious. She must have seen something in his eyes because she reared back and he saw her hand tighten on Tad's arm. The two communicated without words. Con could almost read their heated thoughts as they glared at each other. Tad was more than willing to invite him upstairs, but he acceded to Aurora's authority in the matter. She was not going to give in easily.
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