On-the-Job Training was never sexy...until now.
Did you ever read a steamy, kinky, BDSM novel and think to yourself, "Yeah, but who has a St. Andrew's cross in their house. How the hell would I explain that when mom comes to visit?" or "How do they drop to their knees like that? It makes mine hurt just reading about it!" It's easy to tell yourself it's fiction and no one in the real world does that stuff anyway.But what if you could...at least in a way that meshes with your everyday life? Wouldn't you want to give it a shot? Maybe you can't have (or more importantly, don't want) a whipping post in your bedroom. It doesn't mean you can't have a soft flogger in the nightstand. Those scarves you used to wear make great blindfolds. The best restraint can be the simple order "Don't move." Domination and submission live and breathe in our minds and bodies. The toys are just gravy.
So if you think you're not young enough, rich enough, or thin enough to have a hot D/s romance, here's a tale for you. On-the-Job Training: Orientation is the story of John, an architect, and Laura, his personal assistant. They're ordinary people who work for a living while creating a D/s relationship that fits into their normal lives. For them, Monday mornings are every bit as good as Friday afternoons.
Excerpt: John and Laura take their show on the road
“How do you feel about nudity,
Laura?”
Again I saw her blink rapidly a
few times. “I think the human body is beautiful, Sir, but there’s a time and
place for everything.”
“As your Dom, I’ll determine when
and where that is, right?”
She gulped audibly. “Yes, Sir.”
Her chest started to heave slightly with every breath. Perfect
“I’d like to see your breasts,
Laura. Now.”
She sat still for a moment,
glanced out the window to confirm there were no vehicles near us. She untied
the bow at her waist and undid a few hooks. She pulled the bodice of the dress
open and exposed a delicate, lacy bra. Her full breasts were spilling over the
cups a little, and the sight made me harder. All that creamy pale skin bared to
me
“Beautiful. Thank you. Now unhook
your bra. I know it opens in the front.” When I had my hands on her back
earlier, I hadn’t felt any hooks or clasps under my fingers.
She tried to scooch down in her
seat before releasing the clasp. Pulling the cups to the side, she gave me my
first look at her breasts in all their glory. Fuck, they were gorgeous! They
weren’t the perky B-cups of a sixteen year old, but I found them perfect. They
were the breasts of a woman, not a girl. Her nipples were pink, and they
pebbled visibly in the warm breeze coming through the window. I wanted to touch
them, suck them, tug on them with my lips. Maybe doing this while driving
wasn’t such a great idea after all.
“John, err…Sir,” she warned,
nodding her head toward the road ahead. We were rapidly approaching a convoy of
tractor trailers.
“Recline your seat and lie back
with your eyes closed.” She obeyed. The woman was full of surprises. “You’re
going to feel me touch you.”
I reached across the console and
cupped her breast, my thumb brushing back and forth across her nipple. I loved
it when she squirmed in her seat. As we began passing the trucks, I rolled and
inched it between my thumb and forefinger.
“The truckers are breaking their
necks to look at you, baby. Every one of them wishes he were me. They’ll think
of this tonight when they jack off or fuck their wives—the sexy woman with the
perfect tits they saw on I-95.”
On-the-Job Training is being released serial-style in four books, publishing about 8 weeks apart. Orientation, the first episode goes live on Amazon on April 7. Come celebrate with me and a slew of talented authors at Damn, That's Hot Erotica 5. Message me for an invite!
