Meet Sandra Bunino, one of my fellow authors from the Keyboards and Kink anthology, where she first introduced us to The Satin Rose Experience. I gotta say, I'm looking forward to reading more about it... ;)
Mia’s Submission (Book One of
The Satin Rose Experience series)
Release: August 7th
from Evernight Publishing
Blurb:
Hardworking Mia
Lavender's been offered a promotion she can’t refuse--VP of Client Experience
at New York’s exclusive BDSM club, The Satin Rose Experience, or SRE. Mia's
kept her submissive tendencies a secret, until now. She'll have ample
opportunity to explore her fantasy because to succeed in her new role at SRE,
she will need on-the-job training at the hands of Asher Cane.
During Asher Cane's
very first training session with Mia, he fails to follow his own rules and has
the hottest vanilla sex of his life. Mia needs training, and Asher is damned if
he'll allow another Dom to touch her. Can Asher be the dispassionate trainer
Mia needs to learn the exquisite give and take of dominance and submission? Or
will her submission come only at the cost of his heart?
Mia’s Submission is
Book One of The Satin Rose Experience (SRE) series.
SRE, New York’s elite
BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten
uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Find the introduction
of SRE in The Satin Rose Experience, a short story in Evernight Publishing’s Keyboards
and Kink Anthology.
Excerpt:
“Training starts now, Mia. To
do the job of Vice President of Client Services at SRE you must know what your
clients will experience. They will come to you for information, advice and
counsel. The only way you can truly help them is if you’ve experienced it
yourself, to feel what they’ll feel. So, what do you think of Suite Five?”
Asher asked, unknotting his tie and pulling it from his collar.
“It’s cold, both physically
and visually. It’s not very comfortable.”
Asher grinned and nodded
while draping the tie over his jacket. “Then it does its job. That’s exactly
how it should feel in here. The submissive is supposed to feel physically
insecure in this suite to help grow his or her trust in the Dominant.” He
turned, locked eyes with Mia and sauntered toward her. “I hope to gain more of
your trust today.”
Mia took a deep breath and
her shoulders began to relax.
“Having said that, I’m
sticking to the plan. Not like last night. Training is mandatory for this
position and if I can’t control myself and train you properly, someone else
will have to do it. I won’t have that. No one else touches you. Do you
understand?”
“Of course,” Mia whispered.
She couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.
“You remember our safe word,
Mia?”
She nodded and stared into
his dark brown eyes.
“Thorn.”
“Yes and please use it when
you need to. Don’t think of it as a show of failure or fear. It’s the only way
I’m going to understand your limits. Any questions before we begin?”
Mia’s eyes darted around the
stark suite. “Cameras?”
Asher grinned. “The camera is
in the mirror…” He strode to the large mirror where the note was placed and
pointed. “It’s off and security is instructed to leave it off, unless you
prefer to have it on,” he said and raised his eyebrows.
“No. No camera. This is going
to be hard enough for me.”
“The purpose of the
surveillance is not so that our security can watch, believe me; they’ve seen so
much that it’s like watching a baseball game to them. It’s for the safety of
our clients.”
“I understand but I still
don’t like it. Plus I don’t feel unsafe with you,” Mia said with a shy smile.
He stepped toward her while
unbuckling his belt. “I’m glad to hear that. Now turn around.”
She smiled at him and turned
to face the wall once again. His silky, commanding voice washed over her body
and soaked the juncture between her legs. Strong hands immediately kneaded at
her shoulders and down her arms. Warmth sank into her flesh and she leaned back
to capture more of his body heat. She relaxed momentarily but was snapped back
on guard when his powerful hands encircled her ribcage and his fingers slipped
between the buttons of her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears
as buttons popped from their stitching and flew in different directions. She
sucked in a breath as he rid her of her shirt in one fluid motion.
“Put your hands together
behind your back,” Asher’s honeyed voice buzzed through her.
She did as she was told and
laced her fingers together at the top of her ass. The jingle of his belt buckle
rang in her ear followed by a whoosh of leather sliding through fabric. Warm
straps encircled her wrists, the buckle clanging in uneven tones as he tied it
tight between her hands.
Mia swallowed hard and pulled
at her hands, trying to loosen the bonds. She was firmly bound with no chance
of freedom. Her breath quickened, stoking the fire growing in her belly. The
bed springs creaked and she turned her head toward the sound.
“A submissive would be
punished for that peek,” he growled.
She whipped her head back to
face the wall.
“Come to me.”
Relieved to leave her corner,
Mia spun on her heels and stepped toward him. Asher sat on the edge of the bed
with his feet apart and patted the top of his thighs, beckoning her to the spot
in between his knees. She complied and the heat of his hands enveloped her body
as he pulled her in. She arched her back while his fingers teased up to the
lacey band across her ribcage. He unsnapped her bra before pulling her
hairpins, releasing her long, dark locks. Coiling her hair around his palm, he
pulled downward, tipping her face toward the ceiling. He fondled the lace
fabric of her bra, which only stayed secured by her arms pressed against her
body. He slowly removed the band of lace and a rush of chilly air surrounded
her breasts. The cool temperature was replaced with liquid heat when he took
her nipple between his teeth. Mia moaned as sparks traveled from her breasts
down to her core.
“Keep your legs straight and
bend forward.”
Heated palms slid down her
back, encircled her waist and guided her forward so that she was bent over his
leg, her face and chest resting on the bed.
From the corner of her eye,
she caught a partial reflection of the back of her legs and her ass, lifted
high in the air. Her pussy ached with exquisite need as she watched his hands
gently lift the fabric of her skirt. Mia closed her eyes as his palm rubbed
small circles over her ass cheek and thigh. The heat suddenly disappeared and
her eyes shot open in time to watch his hand come down with a slap. She
whimpered as the sound echoed through the room. His palm continued to rub the
sting from her suddenly very pink cheek. He followed the same routine on the
other side and she cried out in passion the second time, anticipating the
erotic burn. Craning her neck, she admired the matching pink splotches on both
ass cheeks.
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Bio:
Sandra Bunino began a
love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high
school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in
her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero
presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different
ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction
from her readers.
These days, Sandra
lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family.
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