MASTER OF MINE ANTHOLOGY
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Taken For Pleasure

Pleasure is just a smack and gasp away, as men and women push their boundaries for sexual satisfaction in ways many can only dream of fulfilling.

A collection of BDSM short stories, Master of Mine will take you on an erotic escape with characters you won’t soon forget. From forced seduction to the tried and true, let the authors of this anthology take you on a ride screaming with pain and pleasure. 

Taken For Pleasure

Duncan Morrison is shocked when he hears of the lies his soon-to-be
ex-wife is  spreading over town. How can he date and celebrate his new single status when  every single woman is under the impression that he’s only two inches long and  riddled with STD’s? Duncan has every intention of teaching her a lesson… in bed.



Excerpt

    Duncan Morrison looked at the photograph of his gorgeous, soon-to-be ex-wife and vowed to destroy her. 
    No, he could never go through with that and he knew it, but the rage still burned inside him. Somehow, he knew she was responsible for all of his problems.
    “You do understand, don’t you?” Nicole Palmenson asked, her smooth, velvety voice almost purring into the phone. “I just don’t see us working out.” 
     What Duncan didn’t see was why Nicole had to believe every little lie Alyssa Cox told everyone. Couldn’t they see his ex was crazy? She was certifiable! Surely his first date since the separation would know better than to believe the little twit. 
     “Is this about Alyssa?” he asked, despite already knowing the answer.
    He heard a pause on the other end of the line. Duncan opened the drawer on his bedside table and put the photograph away. It pained him to look at her, after all the pain and misery she’d caused him by leaving. Yet, he couldn’t force himself to hate her.
    “It’s not about her,” Nicole finally said, although Duncan heard the anxiety in her voice. He imagined her thinking of the right words to say, the right lie to tell. He made his way into the living room and pulled down the blinds, taking
one last look at the setting sun over the horizon of the Colorado Mountains.
    He used to love sitting out on the veranda to watch the last rays of light in the sky, sitting with Alyssa at his side. Oh, how he loved the golden rays turn into flaming orange, making the snowy peaks of the mountains look like they were glowing. Now, he hated it. Hated the reminder of her. Duncan recalled seeing the wonder in her eyes as she admired nature’s beauty.  
     “Then what is it?” His patience grew thin as he paced back and forth in the living room.
    “It’s your reputation. You’re the bad boy, I’m the good girl. It will never work.” 
    He hadn’t had a bad boy reputation since his years as a rambunctious teenager. Besides, after she left him, Alyssa stuck him with a new reputation. He wasn’t a bad boy according to Alyssa. No, he was harmless. Safe. Impotent. “Or did Alyssa tell you I have a two inch dick and might as well be a woman, because I’m useless in the bedroom?” It pained him to say it, and more rage boiled inside him. Maybe someone should teach the golden haired beauty a lesson about honesty! Maybe that someone should be him… 
     All he heard was soft breathing on the other end.
    “Are you that stupid to believe every lie you’re told? You’ve seen my dick, you know how big it is.”
    Duncan met Nicole when he taught children to ride horses. The lean brunette would always bring her little niece. Even when the girl cried and complained that she no longer wanted to ride a horse, Nicole stayed persistent. He remembered
Alyssa’s dislike of the woman, and her accusations that Nicole wanted to steal what was rightfully hers. He always thought Alyssa was crazy for being so jealous of Nicole. He loved his wife. Nicole was just a client whose niece was learning to ride a horse.
    Everything was fine, until one evening when he was brushing one of the horses in the stable. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. Nicole stood before him absolutely naked. She hadn’t said anything, just thrown herself at him and forced an unwanted kiss. He tried to push her away, at the same time not wanting to hurt her, but only succeeded long enough for her to drop to her knees with her fingers on the zipper of his jeans. He had told her to stop, but she’d yanked down his pants and pulled his half-erect dick out. Although he’d tried to force his body to reject the arousal, Nicole wasn’t deterred, and wrapped her lips around him. He’d pushed her off and warned her to never return to the stables and the classes he offered. 
     All the while Alyssa’s insecurities and warnings flashed through his mind, and he knew he couldn’t tell her what happened. The secret was killing him, and he wondered if that was what ruined his marriage. Did she sense his shameful secret? Was that why less than a month later she’d packed her bags and filed for divorce?
    “It’s not that,” Nicole said, snapping him back to the present. “You’ve been a stud for as long as I remember. I know better than to believe Alyssa.”
    “Then what is it?” He nearly shouted into the phone, but ran a shaky hand through his hair instead. He was beyond frustrated. His gaze raked over his small log cabin that used to be his marital home, but now was just a house he lived in. Alyssa used to be his home, his heart. That was why after she left, he stayed single and tried to win her back. For a month he called her constantly, trying to convince her to come home. It was a wasted effort, and a little over a month later, he eventually gave up. Nicole, however, was persistent with trying to get Duncaninside her panties. He managed to bump into her at work, while grocery shopping, at the bar when he was hanging with the boys, and even at his mother’s house
during her weekly, Sunday night family dinner. Duncan finally agreed to a night with her. So why did she change her mind as soon as he gave in, especially on the night when said date was supposed to happen?
    “She was at the women’s clinic yesterday. I saw her coming out of it while walking Dixie.”
    He could almost picture it, his vixen ex-wife and Nicole bumping into each other while she walked her Pomeranian. Duncan didn’t know what Alyssa did or said, but whatever it was it had to be nasty. 
     “Alyssa was crying when she walked out.”
     Liar’s tears, of course. He’d never seen her cry in public. Alyssa’s law training taught her to keep emotions at bay. 
    “She said she was positive for Chlamydia.”
    That stalled him. He always took care of himself. Even in his young days when he screwed everything that moved, he still made sure the woman was clean, and he always used a rubber. Only after he and Alyssa married did he quit using
them. 
    “She said it was you who got her infected. I don’t want whatever you have. I don’t want you.” He heard a click and silence on the other end.
    Might as well have infected her, he thought. 
     The only reason he asked Nicole on a date was because of her persistence. He didn’t really want to go out with her. Duncanthrew his cell phone onto the couch. His discussion with Nicole was over, as well as the relationship, or whatever they had between them. He knew it wasn’t going to be a long lasting one anyway. She was the first woman he even looked at since the divorce papers were filed. She was just a rebound. Besides, he didn’t care for her. All he saw when he looked
at her was cheap and easy sex. Sex that would probably make him think about Alyssa. 
    Nicole looked like the kind of woman who would cry at every possible pain to her body, unlike Alyssa, who enjoyed the pain. Nicole would probably only want missionary, unlike Alyssa, who loved to be under his control in whatever position he chose. 
    While heading to the bedroom he thought about what Nicole just told him. If he knew Alyssa, and he did know her well, he knew she didn’t have Chlamydia. She was too careful, too clean, and yet so dirty…
    His mind traveled to their nights together. Their fun nights of passionate love making. He remembered the first time when Alyssa told him she wanted to be his personal sex slave. At first, he didn’t understand how anyone would want to be submissive, but after dominating her once or twice, he learned to love having her body under his control. 
    So why did she leave? 
    That question always puzzled him. He thought everything was perfect, and then one day he came home to find all of Alyssa’s things gone and divorce papers on the kitchen table. 
    The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. He ran back to the living room and answered the call.
    “Oh, darling,” his mother cooed into the phone. “I just heard. It is curable, isn’t it? What were you thinking? How did you get it? Did you cheat on poor Lyssy? Please don’t tell me it was that spoiled brat who comes over uninvited,” mother ranted into the phone.
     “No, mother, I didn’t cheat on her, and I didn’t get it. I’m clean.” 
     Yes, he was clean, he was sure of it. And he was sure as hell going to make Alyssa pay for her lies, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. 

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