Title: Submission Therapy
Author(s): Katie Salidas and Willsin Rowe
Genre: Erotica - Short Story
Publisher: Excessica
Release Date: October 31, 2012
Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her
empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She’s an obsessive, compulsive,
micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her
life and her business.
But underneath that seemingly strong façade, Natasha is a
swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr.
Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a
radical form of treatment – Submission Therapy – knowing that it’s her only
hope.
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first
session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will
forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to
read her every desire - even the ones she won’t admit to herself.
Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she
allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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Willsin Rowe falls in love
with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily
than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements
he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more
things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to
sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not
sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish
enough to be cool.
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Hunger
Christmas time in Brisbane is always so hot and muggy
you could drink it from a bowl.
Brett Freeman feels the heat like anyone, but for more
than 15 years it’s been nothing to do with the climate and everything to do
with Corinne. Only one thing stands between Brett and his perfect woman: her
husband, Darren.
Despite that stumbling block, Darren and Corinne
consider Brett their best friend. They’ve watched in despair as he’s tossed
away good relationships simply because, in his mind, no woman could ever
compare to Corinne.
Then, one muggy Christmas Eve, a friendly visit takes
a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an incredible present is offered, and for
Brett, life will be changed forever.
Every beginning comes from an ending.
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The Three Day Hump
Luther has a solid career as a lawyer and is married
to a famous lingerie model. His life has grown comfortable, and he can’t
remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.
Opal is young, debatably single, and has lived a life
poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush darkness and it draws
Luther to her.
He suddenly remembers desire.
Their flirting turns physical; lust turns to
obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think
of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they
need to.
An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will
break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long
weekend.
Naked.
Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they
need to make it over the three-day hump.
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Lightning
From the fun and frivolous to the poignant and deeply
personal, this collection of flash and short erotic fiction has a little taste
of everything. Tales of crossed paths and crossed lines; of fate and fancy;
changes, chances and choices.
With flash stories boiled and brewed until only the
essence remains, and longer works that simmer and spit, you’re sure to find
something to tickle you right where you need it. And with author commentary
before each story, you could call this the director’s cut!
Submission Therapy
EXCERPT:
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
“If your spirit is the equal of
your body...” He ran his fingers across my shoulders and down the gully of my
spine. “...then it will be a rare pleasure breaking you in.”
Despite my initial apprehension,
his words and his touch sent a thrill through me.
He moved from behind me and my
back suddenly felt cold. I watched his muscular form as he prowled to the
chair, and admired his grace as he mounted it.
“Bind her. Bring her to me.”
Chloe appeared beside me with a
length of smooth rope in her hands. My instincts cried out to run, to fight,
but I bit down on them. I could see where this was heading and…and I wasn’t
sure I hated it.
With practiced efficiency, Chloe
had my wrists secured in under a minute. She led me over to Master Sweet and
handed him the loose end of rope.
“Slave, lay across my lap.”
I couldn’t help it. I hesitated.
This was so new to me. He curled the rope around his wrist and pulled steadily,
with a strength I couldn’t resist. With Chloe’s help he had me prone across his
lap, my bare ass angled out and vulnerable. My heartbeat sped with a mixture of
excitement and uncertainty. Even though there was something so degrading about
being put over someone’s lap, there was a part of me that found
it...invigorating. I wasn’t about to let him know I felt that way, though. I
held my tongue and watched blankly as Chloe worked, binding me in place.
She took the rope and fed it
through the eyelet at the base of the chair, leading it underneath and through
a matching eyelet on the other side. She walked around and crouched behind me.
From my angle I could only see her hands taking the rope, but I could sense her
body heat on the backs of my thighs, feel her breath tickling across my ass…and
everywhere else. I wondered if she was there to do more than just tie knots.
The rope’s firm grip around my
right knee took me out of that reverie. I watched as Chloe fed the rope back
through the loop and then around my left knee. I understood the chair’s
construction much better now. Looped around it, with Master Sweet’s strong legs
as a cushion, I had nowhere to go. Intriguingly, there was still enough slack
in the rope that I could spread my knees apart.
“Look in the mirror.”
I raised my head and stared. I
barely recognized myself. In the low light, my black hair almost blended with
the room. I could see enough to know it was a mess, though.
He slipped his hand onto my ass
and rested it there, soft, unmoving. The deceptively light touch sent chills
rippling across my body.
“You’ve earned a spanking for
your disobedience. You will watch as your punishment is delivered, and you will
count the strokes.”
My breath hitched in my chest.
Spanking. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a little girl. So demeaning,
and yet the thought of it sent heat rushing between my thighs. There was a part
of me that longed for it. In a world where I constantly had to think at least
six to twelve months ahead, a consequence that was both immediate and tangible
somehow felt like a luxury.
He raised his hand, cocked it
like a gun. I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure power of
it, knowing full well that its force was about to come crashing down on me.
“No. Look into your own eyes.”
I did as instructed. My mouth
hung open as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I clenched my
muscles and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came next.
The blow, when it landed, cracked
like a pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the jolt through
my body. My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed on my ass
and began to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my breath
hissed in. I would not cry out.
“Count it!” he demanded.
WOW! This short story will definitely have you squirming in your seat. Natasha is a high power rich CEO who is used to getting what she wants, when she wants it. Her therapist Dr. Benson has been working with her for a year and nothing seems to be progressing. Until he decides it's time for a change. He gives her a card and orders her to be at Hotel Bridgeman in one hour. To her own surprise, she obeys and from there, you will have to read the book to find out what happens.
I will say that it was a real pleasure to read this story by someone who knows the true meaning of BDSM and knows how to write it. I give this short story five good spankings and highly recommend it!
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