Weekend Submissive

By Erika Masten

From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten
The First Title In A New Three-Part Series

Weekend Submissive
An Explicit Erotic Short Story

Brisa can’t imagine desiring anyone more than sexy, 6’4”, muscular police lieutenant Wayne Fulton. Sweet, patient, helpful, protective Wayne. Huge, towering, solid, powerful Wayne. Discovering that he has a dominant side in bed seems impossible for Brisa to reconcile with the image of the gentle man she’s so drawn to. But it also kindles unfamiliar yearnings in her that she can’t resist asking him to fulfill, if only for a few days, in a dark and consuming sexual experiment as his submissive for a single weekend.

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from Body Worship 2: Breeding Julia and Backup: Ménage A Cop by Erika Masten.

Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: Aug 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476233796

Erika Masten

I'm the girl next door with an unexpected wicked streak (and an addiction to sexy high heels). I love turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story...

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WEEKEND SUBMISSIVE

by

Erika Masten

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Copyright © 2012 Erika Masten

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.

Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Weekend Submissive

Excerpt From

Body Worship 2: Breeding Julia

Excerpt From

Backup: Ménage A Cop

WEEKEND SUBMISSIVE

For September, it’s a cool night, and already almost eleven o’clock. Shifting restlessly back and forth in a rattan chair on the concrete pad of my apartment patio, I tap my pink-polished thumb nail distractedly against the screen of my cell phone and glance at the digital time display again. He should have gotten home by now. That’s what I’m thinking as a heavy door slams in the parking lot, beyond the row of stylishly minimalist apartments, all painted in cool, neutral shades of cream and tan and blue.

Stuffing the cell into one pocket of my little cuffed denim shorts, I dart up and pick my way quickly through the obstacle course of flower planters along the patio fence to the side gate. It’s meant for maintenance, so I emerge from my patio into a flower bed and have to duck under tree branches and around hedges in need of a bit of a trim before I can get to the sidewalk that meanders between the parking lot and the apartments farther down the grassy slope from mine.

My heart is fluttering violently inside me like a bird trying to escape a cage as I hurry around the side of my unit toward the lot and the metal block of mailboxes standing on the landscaped island in the middle of the neatly outlined spaces. The blue button-front I’m wearing is a little on the snug side, but it looks great with my tan and really shows off the full swell of my tits and the way my waist tapers. That’s assuming he’ll be able to appreciate it in the dim lighting of the lampposts. I’m tugging nervously on the hem of the shirt and wondering if it’s a little too tight—makes my hips look a little too curvy—as I come around one last hedge and stumble right into Wayne Fulton.

I rear at the sight of the man I’ve been obsessing over for months, from the very day I moved in. Even though I’m wearing perfectly flat tennis shoes, I get my legs all twisted up, one heel hitting the step down from the curb behind me awkwardly, and I fall gracelessly against Wayne with an involuntary whimper of frustration and embarrassment. Of course he catches me, one-handed, arm around my waist, the other hand gripping the bulky duffle he takes to work every night.

A light whiff of mint soap teases me as I linger, pressed against his massive chest, wrapped in one bulging arm, and I realize he must have showered at the station after his shift. The urge to bury my face in the curve of his tanned neck and run one hand up into his sable hair—to feel the soft, cool, slightly damp strands between my fingers—fogs my brain with a wash of anticipation.

A year and a half of this, of panting after my lust-worthy neighbor. Eighteen months. It’s a wonder I haven’t lost my mind.

Wayne Fulton is a wall of muscle—6’4",