Admit You Want It:
BDSM Erotica
By Lisabet Sarai
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of literate kink, Admit You Want It combines eighteen of Lisabet Sarai's
sizzling D/s short stories plus a 30,000 word novella in one economical
package.
Just a Spanking (pushing limits in an established
relationship)
Wired (some technically creative bondage)
Ruler (an absolute monarch learns a lesson)
Silver Bells (intense BDSM holiday ménage)
Sundae, Bloody Sundae (lesbian BDSM about terror and
trust )
Stroke (submission is all in the mind)
Quiet Evening at Home (a two-timing charmer gets what
he deserves)
Limbo (journeys outside the body to the edges of
endurance)
Bangkok Noir (BDSM thriller set in the steamy heart
of Asia)
Like Riding a Bicycle (a long-married couple reclaim
their kinky roots)
Domestic Goddess (punishing an inattentive Master)
On the Beach (romantic and intense M/F/M ménage)
Shades of Red (femdom revelations in the Amsterdam
red light district)
Try Before You Buy (light-hearted lesbian D/s)
Tease (fantasies of submission fulfilled)
Wednesday Night at Rocky's Ace Hardware (toys are
everywhere!)
Higher Power (magick, spirit and submission)
Spank Me Again, Stranger (an unexpected birthday
celebration)
Limits: A Love
Story (love and blood
sports)
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"Sarai's
approach to 'kink' or BDSM can only be described as ecstatic and profound. Her
descriptions of bondage, blindfolding, spanking and whipping manage to be hot
yet dignified and respectful of everyone involved, conveying an insider's
knowledge. The varied sex scenes in these stories always seem to flow from the
plot and the characters.” Jean Roberta , author of Obsession and Flight
of the Black Swan
"If you love
BDSM stories that reach into your darkest places and keep you on the edge of
your seat, then you simply must give 'Spank Me Again, Stranger' a try." - Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews (five stars)
“'Bangkok Noir'
grabs you from the opening paragraph and doesn't let you go until the
fade-out" - Tim - Two Lips
Reviews (five kisses)
Excerpt, Copyright 2014, Lisabet Sarai. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Bangkok Noir – Rated R
I picked up the little whip that
Ajarn gave me to use in my act and swirled the thongs lazily around above my
head. Then I stuck it between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth. Mmm. I
could smell myself, as I got more and more wet.
I checked my audience. Everyone
was watching me. I chose first one man, then another. I stared at each one
until he was too embarrassed and lowered his head. I didn't smile, just stared.
Letting them know with my eyes that I was in charge. The boss lady.
At the end of the row of benches,
I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with hair the color of straw,
wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He smiled at me, a strange
smile that made me feel like I was naked.
Of course, my costume doesn't hide
very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power. Maybe I will allow them
to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.
With this man, it didn't matter
what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right through my clothing. Like he
could see every bit of me, even if I wore street clothes. My nipples started to
ache, and my G-string got more slippery than ever.
For the first time since I started
working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my spiky heels. I almost lost
my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake into a sexy dip that showed
off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't notice.
The blond man was not fooled.
My heart was beating so hard that
it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed
some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to
the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing,
the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang looking at
me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie.
I stayed in the bathroom for as
long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I
had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he
was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief.
I headed toward the bar to get a
Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him.
His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt
something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had
to look away.
Ajarn was on the other side of the
room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.
"Thank you, sir. Just a
moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."
"Let me go with you," he
said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our
drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.
"Sit," he ordered. I
didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against
his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."
His smile made me feel like I had eaten
a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"
"My name Nok. What your
name?"
"You can call me Sam,"
he said. "Nok is bird, right?"
I nodded. He brushed my long hair
off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised
my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.
"Very appropriate. You're as
delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell
at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to
their masters.
Without warning, he kissed me. His
lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him,
though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His
left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.
So I gave up. I let him slide his
tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon
as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive
cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much
stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.
He kissed me harder, biting my
lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts
through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.
Suddenly, he pinched one of my
nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and
pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine
like lightning.
"You like that, Nok." My
English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was
telling me. And he was right.
I was terribly embarrassed. I
wanted him to do it again.
He bent me backwards. My hair
nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I
felt like his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was heaven. I
reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.
Then, when I was not expecting it,
he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain
exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.
When I opened my eyes, he was
watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he also looked worried.
"That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured. "I have an appointment
elsewhere. But I will come back for you, soon."
I was too dazed to say anything.
He stuffed a thousand baht note into the cup with the bill, to cover two one
hundred baht drinks, and stood to leave. I grabbed his shirt. Not thinking, but
not wanting him to go.
"Please, sir..."
He flicked his thumb across one of
my aching nipples. Delicious echoes of pain rippled through me. "Be
patient, Nok. Be patient and wait. Now is not your time."
Before I could say or do anything
more, he was gone. I sat on the stool, confused. Ashamed. Frustrated. Sticky
and dirty and smelling like a whorehouse. I buried my face in my hands, almost
ready to cry.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Your turn to dance again," said Lin. I nodded and stood up. I was
still shaking.
"Who was that guy?" she
asked. She knew that something was wrong with me.
"Just a guy," I said. I
made myself sound uninterested. "Just a customer."
I paid my respects to the shrine in the corner, then climbed back
onto the pedestal. I began to dance, showing off my whip to customers. Trying
to look like I was in control.
