Power Play: Katie and the Dom

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Power Play: Katie and the Dom
© May 2012 by
Selena Kitt

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S
elena
Kitt’s *Power Play*—where those uber-hot alpha authority figures take full
advantage of their status to strike up all sorts of sexy naughtiness with their
subordinates!

Katie has a
secret wish—she wants to be a submissive. She dreams of being a man’s sex
slave—forced, bound, gagged, taken and used for a man’s pleasure. But single,
sedate, librarian Katie doesn’t run in those circles and has no idea how to
make that happen, until she sees an ad on Craiglist. Her friend, Lori, tells
her it’s too dangerous, and she’s right. Her first Dom, Patrick, is woefully
inexperienced, but thankfully, Liam interrupts his little brother’s attempts.
And that’s when Katie locks eyes with the most dangerous man she’ll ever meet.
Liam is a true Dom, and he wants Katie, perhaps even more than she wants him.

Selena Kitt Single

Short Story—Big Bang!

(approx 15,000 words)

Warning: This title contains hot,
steamy nobody-writes-it-like-Selena-Kitt sex between alpha authority figures
and their subordinates!

Table of Contents

Katie and the Dom

About Selena Kitt

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POWER PLAY:

Katie and the
Dom

By Selena Kitt

Selena Kitt
Singles

Short Story—Big
Bang!

It was Mr. Thomas Dunn, in the library, with the book. Her
best friend, Lori, kept saying. “If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have this
stupid bee in your bonnet about this whole BDSM thing!” and she was probably
right. It was quiet, polite, balding and bespectacled Mr. Dunn coming into her
library looking for “
The Erotic Bondage Handbook
” who had created an
itch she couldn’t quite scratch, who had set her, unwittingly, down this very
path, a long and winding road that now ended with Katie sobbing uncontrollably,
naked, on her knees, and choking on a ball-gag.

Katie
learned everything from books—she always had. She supposed most librarians did.
So while it started with her own copy of “
The Erotic Bondage Handbook
,”
it didn’t end there. She moved on to more titillating fare quite quickly, from
Anne Rice’s novels, written under a pseudonym, of course—there was always an
air of the obscene about the topic, no matter where she turned—to
“The Story
of O.”

She couldn’t
seem to get enough of the commanding Doms, the bright red spankings, the
maddening restraints and there was something about the allure of a flogger that
promised to sting like bees and fall like rain on the tender, untouched terrain
of her pale white flesh that left her breathless and desperate, twisted in her
sheets at night, crying out with longing.

And then she
started going to the BDSM Internet sites. At first it was just to glean
information, and then, she had to admit, to meet people. Maybe there was
someone out there, someone local, who might be interested in teaching her?
Because more than anything, Katie wanted to learn. She wanted to be the one on
her knees in front of her master, following his lead, giving herself over
completely to his desires.

Well she’d
gotten what she wanted, and as Lori, from whose mouth dripped the most tried
and true clichés, had warned before she went to meet Patrick for this
first-ever play-date, “You should be careful what you wish for!” Lori was also
full of stories about serial killers who posted ads on Craiglist just like
Patrick’s, psychos looking for their next eager, willing victim. Lori had been
sure that Katie was doing this at her own peril.

And Lori had
turned out to be absolutely correct.

Once Katie
was naked and shackled and gagged, she’d discovered something she didn’t
expect—she was afraid. This man wasn’t a psycho. He’d made her sign an agreement,
they’d negotiated a safeword and limits, they’d worked out the scene, just
exactly what he would do to and for her. She knew she was taking some risks. She
was, after all, in his basement, in a soundproof, padded room—but it was a
nice, suburban house with a picket fence for god’s sake! And Lori knew where
she was and why she had come. She had safeguards.

So why was
she trembling with fear?

As Patrick
plucked equipment off the wall—a crop, a flogger, things they’d discussed—she suddenly
realized her mistake. She didn’t trust him. For whatever reason, she didn’t
trust this man to take her where she needed to go. In fact, she was quite sure
that he couldn’t, that this, whatever it was they were playing at, was wrong.
After all her anticipation and dreaming about this moment, she knew, as Lori
would say, “with every fiber of her being,” that she needed to stop.

She knew her
safeword—she’d had it in her head for months and had told Patrick what she
wanted to use—but she couldn’t say it because the red ball gag in her mouth
made her effectively silent. He’d given her clear instructions though on how to
“tap out” if she was gagged—three short taps on the mat and the scene would
end. Except her hands were restrained above her head. And she was sure Patrick
hadn’t anticipated her wanting to end things before they even really began!

Patrick
turned toward her, tall and lanky, a handsome specimen of man in his snakeskin
boots and leather pants, his shirtless chest smooth, his belly flat and ridged
with muscle. There wasn’t a thing in the world wrong with him. She liked him a
great deal, in fact, had since the beginning, or she wouldn’t have agreed to
any of this in the first place.

You’re
just being stupid.
She tried to reason herself out of her fear.
It’s
butterflies, that’s all.

Except some
part of her knew it wasn’t.

She’d read
an article on one of those endless BDSM sites she’d perused over the past year
written by a submissive waiting for “the one.” It was about the woman’s
experiences, going to clubs, doing scenes, all the while feeling unfulfilled,
because even if it was pleasurable, even if each Dom took her just where she
wanted to go, it all felt empty because she hadn’t found “the one.” And of
course, the end to the tale was how she felt when it finally was right, when
she found “the one” and they lived happily ever after.

And as much
as Katie had tried to convince herself otherwise, she knew that Patrick wasn’t
“the one” and anything they did together was going to leave her feeling just
the same—hollow and unsated. There had to be a way out of this. Katie tried to
speak but the gag did its job quite well, trapping her tongue, making anything
but grunting impossible. Besides, Patrick’s gaze was on her body, not her face.
She felt the heat of it, the way he looked at her breasts, his eyes dipping to
the dark triangle of hair between her thighs.

She tried
again, but Patrick was focused on the crop in his hand, trailing it over her
shoulder and down to her breast. The “scene” had started and Katie found
herself desperate to end it. Now.
Right now.
Even as the crop flicked
over her nipple and her body responded, her pussy clenching with lust—she’d
been fantasizing about this for so long, so very long. Yet here she was, and
she couldn’t go through with it, in spite of the way her other nipple hardened
when the crop found that one too.

Katie tried
again, determined now to communicate her wishes, looking at Patrick, desperately
seeking eye contact, but he seemed transfixed by the sight of her, bound and
gagged on her knees, lost in the path his crop was taking down her belly. She
grunted, pulling at the restraints above her head, feeling her body sway from
side to side.

“Shhh,”
Patrick insisted, flicking the crop lightly but quite soundly against her hip.
The sting was incredible and brought tears to her eyes. And once the tears came
to the surface, well, that was it. It was over. There was no stopping them. Her
chest hitched as she began to cry and she grunted again, trying to say the
safeword, over and over, but Patrick’s crop was parting her pussy lips and he
was licking his own in anticipation.

She had never
felt so vulnerable and exposed, tears streaming down her face, falling from her
quivering chin in droplets onto her bare breasts. She could barely catch a
breath now let alone try to speak or communicate and, oh god, there was snot
running down her face too, just to make her humiliation complete. She hung her
head, giving up, giving in, wondering if this was what surrender felt
like—hopeless, powerless, helpless. If this was it, she didn’t want any part of
it.

“What in
the hell are you doing?”

Katie looked
up at the booming sound of an unfamiliar voice. The man who appeared was like a
bigger-than-life version of Patrick—the same dark hair and eyes, the same broad
forehead and full mouth, but he was twice the other man’s size, his body
literally filling all available space in the doorway.

Patrick
straightened, frowning, taking a step backward from both her and the looming
figure. “I’m… wait, what are
you
doing? Aren’t you supposed to be at
work?”

“Did this
woman give her consent?” The man stepped into the room, his eyes never leaving
Katie. He knelt by her side and the moment his hands reached for her gag, she
felt her body relax, the restraints holding her arms up going taut, taking her
weight.

“Of course
she did!” Patrick’s voice grew angry and Katie looked at him with big eyes.
“She signed all the forms!”

“I’m Liam,”
the big man said to her, speaking softly as he worked the leather strap on the
side of her mouth loose. “You’re safe.”

“What are
you doing?” Patrick was mad—practically hopping mad, shifting his weight from
foot to foot. “She
wants
to be here. She—”