As an experienced Domme, Mistress Lisa is a damn tough cookie, at least on the outside. On the inside, she misses having a submissive boy by her side.
A bar bet with an alpha male turns into something more, far more than she expected. After introducing Ryan to BDSM, she discovers his curiosity for submission and just how much humiliation and pain turn him on. Could this younger businessman be the new boy she is seeking?
Lisa seeks to steer Ryan’s lust and desire towards her younger friend. Melinda hasn’t yet discovered the dominant woman lurking inside herself. Her own desire for Mistress Lisa and her own love for tasting the whip hold her back.
What is a dominant to do with two willing and eager toys begging for her attention? Turn one of them loose, turn them on each other, or keep both of their leashes firmly in her hand?
Two in the Hand is a dynamic exploration of female domination and a glimpse into the life of a Domme. The book delves into D/s relationships, BDSM, humiliation, cuckoldry, CBT, orgasm control, bisexuality, masculinity, and of course plenty of intense scenes between consenting adults.
Ariana Paige is a lifestyle dominant and professional writer. She is the author of five-star reviewed The Houseboy – Part 1, a story about a woman discovering her own inner desire to hurt and control a willing man. Her other ebook, With Lustful Intent, is the tale of a small-town girl gone very wrong and the depths she is willing to go to get the man she wants.
Melinda was a sight to behold. She had stripped off her clothes and placed them on one of the couches in my basement dungeon. She was kneeling with her back to the cross. Her breasts were so perfect. Two round, rosy nipples surrounded by a perfect handful of perky white flesh. I envied her flat stomach – oh, to be her age again. Her creamy ass rested on the backs of her heels, and her knees were spread apart, putting her bare pussy on full display. Her hands rested on her thighs, and her head and eyes were cast down toward the white carpet.
Teasing Ryan upstairs had added fuel to my fire. I had to bite back the urge to just tackle her and pull her body hard against mine. I walked behind her and picked up her turquoise collar from the table beside my toys. I tried to keep a collar for anyone special I played with. It put my brand on them, so to speak, and her’s was as pretty as she was, with lots of shiny bling.
I stepped behind her, letting her feel the presence of my body against her back. She leaned into me and raised her head. We had practiced this ritual enough times that the steps had become instinct between us. I placed the collar around her neck and buckled it tightly. I straightened it a bit, and then let my hands run down to her shoulders. I rubbed them and then traced the curves of her neck with my fingers. I bent down and pressed my lips to her ear.
“Hello, my pet.”
“Hello, Mistress,” she spoke.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Would you like for me to play with you now.”
“Yes, please, Mistress.” I could feel her tremble a bit as our energy joined together and her body became an extension of my
own – a shared canvas we both would paint in pain and suffering and pleasure.