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Tidbit

"I love you in this dress Kaity," he said against her mouth.  "Of course I'm going to love you out of it too, but I love you in it.  I love the way your breasts fill the top.  Love the corset style.  Very nice.  When we get back I'll have to look into getting you more corsets to wear for me." 

She pressed herself into him, processing his words.  It was thrilling to hear that he loved the outfit she had picked.  Even more thrilling to hear that he was making plans for when they returned to the real world.  She wasn't as sure about actually wearing corsets, but hey, if he liked it, it would be fine, she was sure the pay off would absolutely be worth it. 

He slid his hands under her skirt, feeling the bare skin of her thighs and rubbing his hands on her naked hips.  He pulled her close against him, her soft center pressing into his hard one.  She moaned into him when he rested his palm on her furry mound.  He fingered the curls, playing with them in his hand. 

"Tomorrow, you'll go to the spa and have a waxing.  I'll leave them the instructions on how I want it done," he said as matter of factly as if he was giving his dinner order.  Oh my god!  Did he just really say that?  Yes, it seemed he did and that he was quite serious about it too. 

She shook it off when he scooped her right breast out of the top of the dress, roughly palming it then flicking the nipple with his tongue until she moaned.  He drew the tip into his mouth, clamping down on it with his lips and moving his head back from her until it was pulled taut.  She tried to move into him to release the pressure but he didn't allow it, holding her in place while he pulled on it.  Finally it slipped from his mouth, snapping back with a small jolt.  He moved to the other breast, freeing it from the top as well, then chewing on it with his teeth, careful not to draw blood, but pinching and nipping sharply until she was squirming and yelping and moaning all at once. 

There must be a straight line from her nipples to her cunt.  She couldn't believe how hot he was making her, even though it wasn't exactly comfortable.  She brought her hands up and cupped them under her breasts, offering them to him to do with as he wished.  "Good girl," he mumbled, working the skin with his mouth.  He pushed her back on the bed, laying himself over her as he continued his task.  He sucked on the hickey from the night before, renewing his mark on her.  She stroked his strong shoulders, feeling his warmth over her.  She longed to hurry him but recognized that things with Brad would move at his pace not hers. 

Realm of Janos, live on Amazon Kindle!

Enter the Realm of Janos and meet Kyr, Hausa and proud new owner of Ielle.  An exotic world where the dirt is blue and the water runs in a crystaline orange color, the gods determine who is called to be owned, and when, and to whom.

Then continue on with more of the story when Ovia joins the household.  Young, untrained, unsure.  How will she manage to learn and deal with her new owner and the demons that haunt him at the same time? 

Plenty of hot, steamy sex, wrapped around an otherworldly setting!  Come check them out!

Out now on Smashwords and Amazon! Sensual Submission: DRIVEN by André SanThomas

If you enjoyed excerpts about Alec and Cerena, now you can read their whole story!  Alec decides impulsively to get himself a slave girl.  Cerena decides to find a new master.  While Alec learns the ropes and whips and nipple clamps and cuffs, Cerena's ex tries to ruin her life.  Hot, steamy sex and a plot that will keep you guessing.  Available at Amazon.

Coming Soon!

Coming soon to Amazon!

Two books by André SanThomas!

Not your typical BDSM love story!  Enter the Realm of Janos, where women are owned as property by their men.  Beginning with a public ceremony, Ielle will employ her years of training to serve Kyr- until an assassin's plot gets between them.  Can their love overcome the threat?  Will Ielle learn to run the household of a Hausa?

In Ovia, a girl is called to the ceremony far too early, her training incomplete.  Shy, unsure, struggling to overcome the legacy of her black-hearted predecessor.  Will Ovia be strong enough to win the heart of her master? 

Both stories are wrapped around steamy sex and set in a world where men are men and their women are well used.  Check out this excerpt from Ielle:

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He brushed his fingers lightly over her face, both hands touching her skin for the first time, warm, strong, knowing. She held still, watching him intently, determined not to flinch or succumb. He trailed the tips across her forehead, her eyes closing as he stroked over the lids, then fluttering open again when they moved to her cheeks. He used only one finger to draw ever so lightly across her lower lip. The barest touch on her, tingling, tickling. She wanted to bite her lip, scratch it with her teeth, soothe the itch he was creating. She wanted to press her mouth into his touch, but she would not.

She held still, her breath gently blowing while he continued, watching her intently, cataloging her responses. She could tell he saw her battle, but she would not confirm it for him. She held still, like a statue under the hands of a sculptor, a living work of art.

He stroked her upper lip, the same tickle and itch that she was unable to scratch. She stared him down. He moved his finger from her mouth, touching her ears, a firm pinch on each lobe, but still she refused to flinch. He grinned, no longer making any pretense of hiding his mirth. He stroked his hands down her throat, trailing over her collar bones, her skin breaking out in goose bumps at the touch. She sucked in air and found herself inhaling his scent. Something spicy and warm, masculine and primal.

He hefted both breasts, cupping them from underneath, weighing them, eyes locked on hers. They filled his hands nicely, she was neither too small nor too large. He nodded at the Oblate and the scribe made a note on a tablet.

He took her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He pressed and released several times until they started to pebble. She took slow, calming breaths, remembering her training, willing herself not to flush under his scrutiny. She couldn't prevent the gasp when he pinched hard, then twisted. She couldn't hide how they tightened under his touch. He could not know how her core clenched. A feeling she had never had before. Another nod to the scribe, another note.

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And this one from Ovia:

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He licked his tongue over her lips and she parted them for him.  She was drowning in his eyes, they were dark and deep.  Before she knew it, he was possessing her mouth, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't think.  She didn't need to, all she needed was him. 

She felt the hard solid stone of the altar under her rear, but his hands still held her, his lips still claimed her.  His tongue was exploring her mouth, then it was thrusting into her.  She felt a jolt, deep in her core.   They had talked of such things in the lessons, but she never knew it would feel like this.  She didn't even know when or how it happened, but she arched her back, pressing herself into him, wanting more even though she didn't really know what more would be like.  He was kneading her rear, digging his fingers into her, slanting his mouth on hers, chewing on her lower lip until she whimpered.

He laid her back.  He was still holding her mouth with his, his body resting against hers, letting her feel the weight of him.  She felt someone behind her, propping her up.  He released her mouth, both of them gulping in air, both of them unwilling to look away.  He took her hands from his shoulders and gently settled them behind her.  His friend took them in his hands, keeping her from touching.  She relaxed against the chest of his friend, unable to work out what she should do except submit and accept. 

Bylar smiled softly at her and she felt it reach deep into her core with another jolt.  He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.  She moaned at the feeling, incredible sensations rocketing through her.  By the gods, she had no idea.  He switched back and forth, moving from one side to the other, sucking hard, swirling his tongue on the tip, then rubbing his teeth over them and even biting gently.  She clenched her hands tightly, feeling her fingernails dig into her palms, not knowing what to do with herself. 

She yelped when he caught a tip between his teeth and tugged at it but somehow it only made her want him more.  She longed to pull him to her, but her arms were tightly gripped behind her.  She watched him, pleading with her eyes, not knowing what she pleaded for.  He would teach her, she would learn, she would watch for all the things that pleased him. 

He ran his tongue across her skin, moving ever closer to the sore skin of her mound.  She jumped when he soothed the warm, wetness over her, tracing circles on the sensitive part.  The pain was there, but so was her heat, rising within her.  She tried to shift her hips, to push herself into his tongue but she could hardly move. 

He sucked hard against her, flicking along the cleft, taking her hardening nub into his mouth and tormenting it with his tongue.  She moaned and squirmed, wanting more, unable to make sense of a thousand new feelings.  He glanced up at her, but still his mouth worked on her.  She thrashed her head from side to side, wanting to hold him, wanting to be pleasing for him. 

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Sensual Submission: Driven

"What kind of cuffs do you like, Cerena?" 

"Well,  they all have their uses.  Except the fuzzy stuff of course.  Velcro isn't strong enough.  Plus all that fur gets caught in it and then it won't hold at all.  That's just for vanilla couples that want to pretend.  But, I think for you...  these."  She pulled some black leather cuffs from the peg wall.  "They have suede on the inside.  Your choice of colors.  Purple, blue, white, red, black.  Or they have tan leather with black suede."

She stepped forward and blatantly rubbed herself against him, pressing her breasts and her hips into him and sliding her hands along his chest.  He tipped his head down and kissed her, nibbling at her lower lip and sucking her tongue into his mouth.  God, she was incredible.  Anymore of this and he'd be tempted to fuck her right here in the shop.  Of course if he did that, he could probably get a cut of the tickets the owner would sell to watch.  And the DVD rights.

He patted her ass and ended the kiss.  "We're going to attract a crowd."  She smirked like maybe that wasn't such a big deal.  He wiggled the pink cuffs at her again and she laughed and backed up.
 

"Ok, ok.  What color do you want?"

"I think the blue then." 

"Excellent choice."  She took some from the wall and then added a larger matching pair.  "These go on the ankles.  You want some for the thighs?"  Thighs.  Yes, so many ways he could configure her.  He nodded and she added them to the basket. 

"Ok, once you've got me properly secured to something, you're going to want to do naughty, naughty things to me, aren't you?"  Yes, very naughty things.  Like fuck her up the ass, pinch her boobs, make her suck him off.  Yes, naughty, naughty things.  She was leading him to the next section, babbling about something but he couldn't focus on what she was talking about.  He was picturing her wearing the new cuffs and secured to his bed in a hundred different ways.

She tossed a bag of chain and another of eye bolts and dog snaps into the basket then stopped in front of a wall of torture items.  At least that's what they looked like to him.  

"Whips and canes.  Mmmm..."  She pulled one down.  "A deer skin flogger.  A nice medium weight.  Good for you to start with.  Picture the marks this will leave on my ass and my thighs and my tits and my cunt." 


She ran her fingers through the tails and rubbed them against her cheek.  Jesus.  Could he really use that on her?  She wanted him to, that much was clear.  His cock sure wanted him to.  He nodded and she added it to the purchases.

"My tits need attention."

"Do they now?  Come here then."  She grinned at him and moved in front of him.  He took her at her word and slipped his hands up under her shirt to cup her breasts.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply while he stroked his thumbs over the tips.  They perked immediately, hard and ready for his attention.  Reluctantly, he took his hands away and smoothed her tank back down.  There was no missing them under that top.  Anyone would see how aroused she was.  "Better?"

"Well, actually, I was referring to the nipple clamp display, but yes, much better.  My cunt is juicing too.  Do you want to check it out?"  He laughed and slapped her bottom. 

"I think that will wait until we get home."

"Suit yourself!"  She looked over the selection and put a few different items into the basket. 

"Anything special you want?  Dildo, vibrator, butt plug?  Needle bra?"

"Needle b-"  He was sputtering.  Good god.  "Tell you what.  Here's my card.  Surprise me.  You've got ten minutes.  I'll be out front.  Don't be late.  I can always pick up those pink cuffs if I need them." 


She leaned up and kissed him, those perky nipples rubbing on his chest.  A hand reached down and accidentally on purpose brushed over his cock.  He sucked in air and pulled away. 


"Make it five minutes." 

Sensual Submission: Driven

He had to admit it was startling.  Arousing, absolutely.  Probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.  So much more vibrant than magazines and DVDs.  But startling none the less.  The girl was displayed.  Full frontal nudity for sure.  Except for the ropes, but then, those weren't exactly clothing or anything.  They wove across her skin and held her fast, enhancing her breasts, her pussy, her nakedness.  They didn't cover, not at all.

He tried not to stare like some teen checking out a Playboy magazine at the newsstand, but he wasn't sure he was pulling that off.  He wanted to appear just a little cool.  After all, he didn't want Greg to think he wasn't mature enough to handle all this.  He was twenty-eight years old after all, not a kid anymore.  Not that Greg was a lot older, only three years, even though technically he was Alec's uncle.  They grew up more like brothers or cousins being so close in age.  Certainly after he became adult they were really peers, but still Alec looked up to him a little. 

Greg was right about this appealing to him.  Big time.  Honestly, he didn't think such things were real.  Greg assured him they were though and now here was the proof.  The house was a mansion, secluded with security gates and gorgeous landscaping, trickled over the hillside with spectacular views.  It rose two stories in the front with a huge picture window, perfectly situated to take advantage of beauty of nature.  Instead, tonight at least, the naked beauty of nature was on the other side, held in a web of hemp and illuminated by the spot lights hidden in the foliage.

The design was intricate, weaving above and below her breasts, across her torso, between her legs and down them to some sexy high heels that looked like they were specially designed for the girl who would be wearing nothing but rope.  Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders.   She was watching them all drive up and pass their cars to the valets. 

The valets were interesting too.  Two topless women wearing mini skirts moved the vehicles to the big parking area.  He blinked when he realized that the breasts of one them seemed to be covered with a tattoo.  He couldn't imagine getting such a thing in such a place, but he had to admit it was pretty erotic.

The valets had nothing on the girl in the window though.  Her captivity worked in reverse to captivate him.  He was hard just looking at her.  A man stood behind her, whispering in her ear, running his hands over her while she watched them arrive.  Obviously she was spoken for, but he found her stunning. 

The room was a circus.  Everywhere he looked was one freakish something after another.  Some men dressed as he and Greg did, in formal attire.  Just as many were in dark skin tight leather or outfits that looked like something to be worn at a Halloween kink fest.  It was the women that held him mesmerized though. 

They crawled along the floor, knelt at the feet of the men, carried trays and wore leashes.  None of them was dressed really, although some wore more than others.  Everyone had at least nipples or pussy or ass showing to all and sundry.  It was almost overwhelming.  He didn't know where to look next, except that he always came back to his view of the woman in the window.

Her arms were crossed behind her back, wrists lashed to the opposite elbows.  He wondered how comfortable that was.  She didn't seem to be straining, at least not from that.  His touches on her were making her twitch though. 

Alec could see that his fingers were digging into that ass that so intrigued him.  He watched the man poke a finger her pucker and play with the ropes, causing them to tighten and dig into her.  She squirmed provocatively, but she didn't protest.  At least not in any way that was obvious to Alec.

Another girl joined them and helped the man to turn her to face the crowd.  She was looking at the crowd, but she only had eyes for the man that tended to her.  The devotion was astounding.

Do it

“Sign this, Botany.”  Garrett passed her a clipboard with a form and questionnaire on it.  “Fill it out carefully.”  What the fuck.  She was getting something pierced.  And it wasn’t ears.  She looked at him, trying to decide what to do.  Go along?  Question?  Refuse?  Leave? 

He gave her that killer smile again.  “Don’t ask what you’re getting.  Do it because I want you to.  Do it because it pleases you to please me without hesitation or question.”  He leaned in close to her ear where she could feel his breath on her skin again.  “Do it because it will be yet another step down the road of the greatest sex you’ve ever had.  Do it because you know I’m right.”

Fucking hell.  Part of her, a big part really, wanted to fuck him right there in the shop when he talked like that.  How bad could it be?  Lots of people got things pierced right?  If it was really bad, she could stop, right?  A belly button ring could be really cute.  If she hated it she could take it out and it’d close up again, right?  More permanent than dying your hair or getting it cut but it didn’t have to be as permanent as a tattoo. 

She checked the form on the clipboard, nope, not tattoos, just piercing permission.  Lots of questions about her overall health, all of which was fine.  She glanced around, the place looked clean too.  Besides, Garrett always used a condom, it wasn’t likely that he’d take to a piercing place where she’d get dirty needles.

She sighed and signed.  Handing him back the clipboard.  He kissed her hard then.  Oh god, what a great kisser he was.  She felt completely possessed when he kissed her like that, ravaged, consumed.  She could nearly come just from his kiss.  And those hands, roaming over her back, tracing the stripes from last night.  How could she say no to anything he wanted?  She couldn’t walk away.

Dressed for success

He was interested to see what she chose to wear to please him.  Beautiful.  She did an excellent job.

The shorts were designed to look like cut off jeans.  Probably weren’t, but looked like it.  They were so short the pockets hung out the bottom.  Those low-rise things, fucking oxymoronic marketing name, but hot, hot.  As far as his prick was concerned, you could call them whatever you wanted.  He could see her hips above the waistband and he had no fucking clue what kept things like that from falling off, but that’s a lot of what made them so hot.

She had on a simple tank top, but it was lace and he could see right through it.  She wasn’t wearing a bra.  He could see those tits plain as day.  He couldn’t wait to get those tits pierced either.  They’d have to do that soon.

She topped it with the high heels he got her the other day.  Those Jimmy Choos or Louboutins or whatever the fuck they were.  Studs on the sides of that black lace and leather.  Edgy and delicate.  So her. 

She had her new earrings on and her hair pulled back in a simple pony tail.  His fingers actually itched to grab her by that handle.  He motioned for her to turn around and she did, without any hesitation or protest, showing off for him.  Flirting with him.  She couldn’t help herself but to flirt.  Even now that she’d submitted to him, she still flirted.

The rear was even better.  The shorts were so low on her hips and so high on her ass.  The swells of  reddened skin peeked out just with her standing there, not even bending over.   If she had a tramp stamp, it would be clearly visible.  She didn’t have one.  Yet.  He really wasn’t huge on tattoos, but he could see how one in the right place on her might be fun.  Especially if he got her one for his pleasure, just to make her submit to it.  Marking her forever.  He’d think on that.

He stood before her, looking into those beautiful eyes of hers.  Those lashes were so long.  She didn’t look like she’d used any makeup today.  Just a little lipstick stuff.  She didn’t need to.  He reached out to her ear, tightening the earring just a bit like he did the other day.  Then the other.  She didn’t squirm or question it today, didn’t try to fix it.  She learned quickly.  She loved it too much.

He grabbed that pony tail, wrapping his hand around it, twisting her head back and around and then kissing her, deeply, totally.  She didn’t stand a chance.  He rubbed his cock against her, letting her know what she would get later if she behaved herself. 

She pressed herself to him as much as she could.  Not as much as she wanted because he controlled her with his hand in her hair.  Not that he didn’t want her pressed against him, but he wanted her controlled, moving where he moved her, moving how he moved her.

She stroked his chest, moaned into his mouth, tried to play with his tongue but he didn’t let her.  He took.  It wasn’t a case of what she gave.  He was taking.  She could give or not, she was his now.  She did give though, he knew she would.  She acquiesced and bent to him.  Perfect.

Veranda

They waited a moment on the front veranda while the valet fetched the car from wherever it was hidden.  She took matters into her own hands and snuggled into him, tilting her head back to look at him, licking her lips.

“Kiss me,” she said, sliding her hands over his shirt, caressing his chest, kneading his shoulders.  He grinned at her.

“Ask me nicely.”

She grinned back, enjoying the playful banter.  She arched her back and made a point to press her breasts into him.  She rubbed the inside of her thigh against the outside of his leg.

“Pretty please?”  She pouted her lips, ready for him to give in.

“Pretty please, do what?”

“Pretty please, kiss me?”  She licked them, knowing her tongue was just peeking out.

“Hmmm… I might consider it.”  He caught the leg she was rubbing against him and lifted it higher, holding it tightly.  His strong, warm hand on her bare thigh sent tingles through her belly.  Her skin was pressed against the jeans he wore, the rough denim heating her skin. 

Her crotch wasn’t quite pressed into him, but it was pretty damned close.  Her skirt rode up dangerously high.  Far too much given she was standing on someone else’s front porch.  She let out a long, slow breath when the vibe buzzed again. 

“I can smell how wet you are, Botany.”

“Oh god.  Please…”  Her voice was husky, even in her own ears.  She’d never been so hot.  He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling.

“That sounds an awful lot like you’re begging me.  Is that what I hear, Botany?”

“Yes.  Please.”  She leaned into him as much as she could while standing on one high heel.  She pressed up onto tip toe to reach his lips with her own.  “Kiss me, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”  She couldn’t breathe.  He was taking her mouth.  His tongue probed her, insisting on the path he set.  There was no give and take, it was all consuming.  The hand on her thigh was burning into her skin.  Her pussy was throbbing with need.  She couldn’t get her breasts tight enough against him.  All she wanted was to grind her crotch into his.

He released her mouth and caressed high on her thigh, nearly to her hip before letting go, holding her against his chest while they both caught their breath.  She became aware that the valet had discretely cleared his throat.  The car was ready.