Discovering Desires: Three Kinky Novellas
Praise for Yes, Justin
5 Lips from Two Lips Review: “Yes, Justin is a very powerful novella showing love can heal… Ms. Zurlo expertly weaves the kink of D/s with Trish’s inevitable tears and shame as she finally confesses her feelings about their marriage. Justin takes these criticisms to heart and demonstrates he is the Dom of her dreams, rocking her world, putting Trish through her paces, and often making me squirm in my seat. During their time together in the Oasis cabin, Trish and Justin engage in meaningful conversation as well as explore D/s seeing how it will continue to fit into their lives long after their erotic tryst is a memory. I can’t wait to return to Ms. Zurlo’s fictional world in the future to see how this secret organization will bring more people’s fantasies to life.”
Praise for By My Side
“This was such a great story. I loved the interaction between Sean and Marcella both prior to their sexual relationship and after. The heat between them was just…wow! Bondage, spanking, orgasm denial…it was all there and it was very, VERY hot. But, underneath all of that, there was a deep emotional connection between the two of them that made the sexual heat burn that much hotter.” The Romance Reviews
“Both titillating and romantic” — A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
After fifteen years and two kids, the romance has fled from Trish’s marriage. When a friend introduces her to BDSM, she decides it’s what she wants—to have her body and soul mastered by a man who is completely focused on her. And that’s not her husband, whose life revolves around his career.
Justin isn’t shocked when he finds out his wife is planning to cheat on him. They’ve been drifting apart for years, and he hates it. To save their marriage, he’ll carry out her kidnap fantasy, fulfill her desire to be dominated, and force her to confront the reasons she wanted to be there in the first place.
Out of My League
The reconstructive surgery that gave Mia the confidence to ask a friend to set her up with someone who resembles Kaelen didn’t erase her insecurities, but she’s hoping it will start healing the emotional scars she’s carried for far too long.
Whenever he’s around the breathtaking teaching assistant, Kaelen can’t seem to keep from sticking his foot in his mouth. He’ll do anything to show her that he’s so much more than the incompetent graduate student he always appears to be.
When the two of them show up at the designated spot, they’re both shocked to discover that Warren had granted the wish neither had the courage to make. After a mind-blowing day together, neither can find the courage to ask for more. They part ways only to end up assigned to the same room at a Caribbean resort. Will the sultry atmosphere help them both make their deepest wishes come true?
By My Side
Marcella Abbot has worked for Sean Winquist for more than a year. As his personal assistant, she manages nearly every aspect of his life. He’s a Dom and she’s a submissive. Through their year working together, they’ve become friends and colleagues, but Marcella yearns for more. She’s in love with Sean, and she’s frustrated that he can’t see past her efficient exterior.
When Sean’s submissive for a BDSM benefit show cancels unexpectedly two days before the event, Marcella jumps at the chance to take her place. Sean wants Marcella, but he’s afraid to let the walls of professionalism come tumbling down and risk losing her.
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Steam wafted from the tub. She turned off the faucet and eased herself into the water. Cream coated the insides of her thighs, and sweat made other parts of her sticky. She wanted to be clean for Justin. Not since her wedding day had she so wanted to floor Justin with her appearance.
She washed and ran fresh water. Her time was almost up. Maybe he would join her in the tub. Maybe he would bend her over the side and fuck her. Maybe he would tie her to the door. Desire flared, and her hand crept lower, caressing her thigh before finding her soft folds. She pressed her clit. The little nub was already hard and ready.
“I told you not to do that.”
Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t heard the door. Her body was submerged to her shoulders, meaning she could only feel the cool air he brought on her face.
She smiled the most inviting smile she could muster. “I was just thinking about you.”
He pressed his lips together. Instead of feeling defensive, as she usually felt whenever he displayed this expression, she felt the tingle of anticipation.
“Stand up and let the water out.”
She did as he commanded, flipping the lever for the drain with her toe. He wrapped a towel around her and lifted her from the tub. She reached to take the towel from him so she could dry off, but he shook his head.
“No, Trish. You belong to me. I’ll take care of you.”
He patted her dry, and then he turned to the array of after-bath products on the counter. They were hers. She hadn’t noticed those before.
“Lie on the massage table, face down.”
The table had a place for her face to rest. She did as he commanded. He traced paths down her arms, across her shoulders, over her back and legs. There was no continuity to his pattern. He explored, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Patricia shivered.
“I’m going to take out the plug. I need you to relax.”
A tug and it was gone. The sensation of fullness disappeared, leaving her feeling abandoned and empty. The wet sound of lotion being pumped caught her attention.
Not once in fifteen years had he ever attempted to do anything like this. As he rubbed in the cream, his hands massaged and caressed. It was as erotic as it was tender, as sexy as it was sweet.
He paid the same attention to the front of her body, lingering over her breasts and kneading them with care. When he finished, she felt like liquid. She could assume any shape he wanted. She would do anything he commanded. He brushed his finger over her lips, rubbing in her favorite lip balm.
“Spread your legs, slave.”
The narrowness of the table required her to bend her knees and drop her legs over the side. He teased her folds with the same gentle pressure he had used on her back. Wetness smeared where he touched. The massage had done its job.
“So wet, my slave. So wet for me.”
She wanted him to press harder, to thrust his fingers inside and fuck her with them. He withdrew, and she held in a whimper of protest.
Excerpt/By My Side:
She arranged her hair in a sexy, sloppy upsweep. No matter how classy she made it look, it would end up a mess by the end of the scene. She preferred to enter a scene with some control over her personal disarray. Knowing Sean, it would be the only thing she would control.
The deep rose robe he’d given her as a birthday gift lay at the foot of her bed. Not a day passed that she didn’t snuggle into the soft, silky feel of the fabric. As she donned it now, it slid over her skin, caressing her hips and the tips of her breasts. She tied the belt and headed down two flights of stairs to the dungeon.
She entered his domain, immediately feeling an electric charge at being there to do more than set up. Having worked so closely with Sean for over a year, she’d seen him at his best and at his worst. She trusted him completely.
A sound to her right drew her attention to that corner of the room. Sean leaned against a high table. He lifted a glass to his lips and sipped. Ice cubes clinked as they shifted, and she recognized the sound that had caught her attention.
He watched her silently. She dropped her gaze to the floor, fastening it demurely to a point halfway between them. If he wanted her to kneel, he would tell her to kneel. This moment, this starting point, was a test of her submissiveness. It would tell him so much about her level of responsiveness. She emptied her mind of everything except Sean.
The glass thudded against the wood. He closed the distance between them, coming to a halt inches in front of her. She focused on the thin line of hair that trailed from his navel and disappeared into his jeans. He had removed his shirt. Though she had seen him shirtless before, the sight sent a tremor up her spine.
He placed his fingers on her neck, spanning them just below her ear. Residual cold from the glass penetrated her skin, and a second tremor followed the first. “Choose a safeword.”
“Red.” No sense in using something creative when the old standard would do just fine.
Sean slid his fingers forward to grip her chin. A slight pressure tilted her face, and she peered into his eyes. “If you ask me to stop or you say no at any time, those words will also work. I don’t play protest games. That’s one of my limits.”
She nodded to acknowledge his limit. “What should I call you?”
“Master. For the next three days, I am your Master.”
She couldn’t stop the pleased smile or the excitement unfurling in her chest. As usually happened, her profound sense of duty managed to take the lead.
Excerpt/Out of My League:
A loud crack rent the room. Mia started more at the sound than the feel of his hand smacking her ass. He rubbed his palm over the spot where he’d struck, spreading heat like body butter. “Don’t worry. I’ll help adjust this attitude of yours.”
Planting her hands on the desktop, she pushed up. He countered with the heel of his hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Another smack landed on her bare bottom.
“Stay down, babe. If you’re good, I’ll make you come. If you’re not, I’ll tie you to this desk and keep you on the edge until I feel you’ve begged enough. Your choice.”
Mia didn’t want to fight. The small part of her that wanted to resist only protested on the grounds that it might be difficult to face Kaelen afterward. But he’d promised that what happened in this cabin stayed in this cabin. She relaxed, turning her head to rest her cheek against the coolness of the wood beneath. “I’ll be good.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He smacked each cheek once. A pleasant heat began to bloom. This wasn’t Mia’s first spanking, not by any stretch of the imagination. She’d dated a man who liked to give erotic spankings. It was the only time she experienced a climax with him, and she’d lingered in the relationship far longer than she should have. He had stayed in it for the same reason. They had nothing in common except for their love of spanking.
Just like her and Kaelen.
Another sharp slap brought her back to the present. “I know that look on your face. Focus. Keep your attention on me and what I’m doing, otherwise I’ll have to teach you manners as I adjust your attitude.”
His hand landed on her ass again and again, forcing her to pay attention to the exquisite heat barreling through her system. Of its own volition, her ass lifted after each blow, seeking the return of the sting radiating across her skin.
“You like that?”
Kaelen stroked his fingertips over her hot, quivering flesh. She whimpered in response.