Taking Charge

It takes a strong man to let a woman take charge.

“Cruel to be Kind”
Stephanie Vaughan

Steve Eriksson is a regular guy. He likes basketball and beer. He works hard in his family’s construction and restoration business. Steve’s normal life is about to change. Because he’s about to meet Megan. And Megan knows the one thing Steve never knew he craved. Sometimes, you just gotta be cruel to be kind.

“Black Widow”
Lena Austin

Calder isn’t in to bondage, and he’s certainly not into submission. He’s a smart, athletic guy, who gets roped into doing a story on the local scene. Calder’s plan is to get in, get the details, write a clinical, unbiased view of the sexual culture, and get out. Until he meets Kelly. And not even an Alpha like Calder can resist the passionate challenge of the Black Widow.

Two strong men. Two dominating women. Two delicious stories of love and BDSM…
Taking ChargeBuy it NOW!Brad appeared just as BW gave Calder one helluva view of her spectacular ass while she bent down to get a diet cola from the tiny cooler. Calder barely managed to keep his tongue from hanging out like a wolf’s.

Instead of coming up to Calder, he went straight in to BW with a concerned look on his face. “Kelly!” he shouted, loud enough for Calder to hear over the pulsing of Metallica. “Stay around here for about an hour, okay? There’s going to be knife play in number three!”

“Aw, damn!” Angie exclaimed, as the infamous Black Widow shuddered and wrinkled her nose. “Brad! Brad! Are you going to be safety monitor on that? And turn that music down!”

“Yeah!” Brad shouted. “You stay with Kelly and Calder, okay?” At Angie’s nod, he raced off.

Within moments, the music volume reduced to something below earsplitting, giving Calder’s abused eardrums some welcome relief. Mozart was more his speed.

BW walked over, swigging long and deep from her can. “Ye gods, my feet are killing me. I’m losing the shoes for the rest of the night.” Her voice was low, throaty, and cultured, with just a hint of the Deep South. She bent down to loosen the ankle straps that held on the skyscraper heels, and gave Calder a view that had him wondering why her tits didn’t fall out. They sure threatened to do so at any moment. She lost a good four inches in height. “Ahhh!! How do you spell relief?” BW asked to the ceiling.

Angie just laughed. “Self-inflicted torture, pal.”

BW eyed Calder speculatively. “Any luck?” she asked, apparently to Angie.

“Oh, no, Kelly. This guy wouldn’t know Gorean from sensual. He’s just observing tonight. No luck.”

They were interrupted by the meek voice of Michael. “Mistress? May I please go watch the knife play?”

“Sure, babe. Go for it,” BW answered without turning her head. Calder was positive now that her casual air of low-class was just an act. “Babe” hadn’t come out naturally. Her whole posture and voice screamed “Lady.” What a puzzle.

BW took another swig of her soda as Michael sped off without another word. “So, observer, huh? And your name is Calder?”

“Calder Burgess, at your service,” Calder answered with a mocking half-bow.

“I doubt it.” BW winked saucily.

Calder took a few moments to figure out that “service” around here took on a whole new meaning. “Just curiosity, tonight, Black Widow.” He grinned, appreciative that the joke was on him. “Would you care to explain your implements to me?”

* * * * *

Kelly studied this Calder fellow for a few minutes. He was tall, at least a six-footer, and had that easy confidence of an “innocent,” at least as far as BDSM was concerned. Intelligent green eyes, sun-streaked brown hair, and a hint he might wear glasses around the nose. She hoped not. Glasses were one thing that made her melt, big time.

You’re so repressed, Kelly. Get over it.

Calder took her silence for consent and walked over to examine her large collection of toys with his hands wisely behind his back. She’d hate to have to break his fingers.

Geeezus! Get a load of that gravity-defying ass. Down, girl! Crap, I need to get laid before I burst.

Calder pointed without touching to her collection of clamps. A larger box with divided trays was on the floor nearby, but enough of each type was in the small pile. “What are those for?”

“Stimulating nerve endings in specific locations, Einstein.” Rolling her eyes at such innocence, Kelly strolled over, getting into “BW mode” as she called it. She pointed toward a few plastic-coated alligator clamps with screws to make a perfect fit. “Those are the mildest. They do little more than restrict blood flow in the area involved, causing a certain amount of increased sensitivity. Of course, they are only good where skin is loose, such as nipples, scrotum, and occasionally ears or torso.”

Calder had grinned at the mild insult, but shuddered at the mention of a guy’s tender balls. “It doesn’t hurt?”

Kelly snorted. “Not those! Even the clothespins and other stronger items do little more than pinch. They stimulate the erogenous zones, nothing more. Now these,” she held up a rather wicked looking pair of tiny tong-like devices with sharp teeth in the prongs, “do a little more in the way of the pain department. But they are only good for pain sluts.” She held them up to the vicinity of her own nipples. It was almost second nature to tease a man like Calder.

Calder looked thoughtful. “Pain sluts? Those who are in it for pure pain?”

Kelly nodded. “Got it in one, babe. There are those in this world who can’t seem to enjoy what you and I would call normal stimuli for sexual pleasure. You have to bring them right up to the limit of stimulus, where the brain is almost overloaded.” She picked up a small device that looked like a less-wicked pair of the alligator clamp things. “Stick out your thumb and forefinger, sweetie.”

Long and Luscious Calder hesitated, delighting Kelly with his wariness. This one was a smart cookie. Whoever said the brain was the best sex organ was definitely right. Well, she knew how to engage the masculine mind. Kelly winged an eyebrow to her hairline. “Don’t be scared, Calder,” she coaxed. “This is merely a small demonstration of how the brain overrides the body. It won’t do more than pinch.”

Pride overrode his good sense, just as she planned. His eyes glittered, and he thrust out his right hand.

Kelly rewarded his bravery with a smile. “Thank you for trusting me, Calder. Now, pay attention.” She clamped the little device on the loose skin between his thumb and forefinger, tightening it down until she felt his hand tense in hers. “Trust is a big part of BDSM, as you well know.” She shot a look at Angie, who nodded and moved one step to stand behind Calder.

“Someday, you’ll have to elaborate on that for me. Ouch!”

Kelly favored him with a deliberately worried expression. “Oh, is that too tight? Some people are so sensitive there.” The initial pinch would fade in three seconds or so, if she could engage his attention that long.

Calder looked at his hand. The little clamp dangled there. “No, it’s okay. It just hurt for a second.”

“Good. Calder, look at me, not your hand.” It was a low, soft command, deliberately enticing.

Calder’s gaze snapped up and locked on hers.

Kelly gave him a sweet smile and said softly, “Pardon me.” Without warning, she reached out to caress his crotch in a long, slow sweep.

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