The Art Of Domination 2: Photo Slave (A Domination And Submission Romance Serial)

By Erika Masten

From Bestselling Erotic Romance and Erotica Author Erika Masten
The Second Title In A New Eight-Part Erotic Domination And Submission Romance Serial
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The Art Of Domination 2: Photo Slave
A Domination and Submission Romance

When Iva Moreau made a deal with sexy bad boy photographer Nolan Beal to keep her younger sister from becoming his erotic pin-up model—in exchange for one photo session with Iva herself—she thought she could fulfill her bargain and walk away from the life of art, hedonism, and passion that had once consumed her. She hadn’t anticipated that taking creative direction from the intense photographer would lead so naturally and inevitably to taking sensual direction from him as well, as she submits to the forbidden thrill of his sexual domination.

With his fair share of attention from wannabe models and art world groupies, Nolan expected to satisfy his curiosity over the fiery and protective Iva with one night’s seduction. As she defies the stereotypes that have kept Nolan at a distance from love, however, he finds himself compelled to seek out the Iva hidden behind the mask of fierce duty and stifling respectability.

What began as Nolan’s mission to obtain Iva’s signature on a model release for the use of her photos now becomes a Dom’s seduction and instruction of the woman he would take as his submissive. And the signature he has decided he wants from her is the very opposite of a release.

Novella Length: 22,000 words or roughly 74 traditional print pages.

This is a domination and submission romance containing strong sexual content intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

The Art Of Domination Series
The Art of Domination: Model Release
The Art of Domination 2: Photo Slave
The Art of Domination 3: Catchlight
The Art of Domination 4: Dominant Object
The Art of Domination 5: Soft Focus
The Art of Domination 6: Double-Exposure
The Art of Domination 7: Safelight
The Art of Domination 8: Flare

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: Jan 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310051821

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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THE ART OF DOMINATION 2: PHOTO SLAVE

(A DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION ROMANCE SERIAL)

by

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 of age 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.

THE ART OF DOMINATION 2: PHOTO SLAVE

IVA

Will you be able to give me what I want? he had asked while I’d stared at those impossibly lush lips in a hue of rose so perfect it wasn’t fair a man should have it. A rhetorical question, this. A tease.

Pose for me, and I’ll hand over Cheri’s model release, he’d said, his head of ruffled black hair tilted roguishly as he regarded me with those veiled, too blue eyes. A proposal quite a bit more problematic than it sounded.

Then it had been, You don’t have to sign a release; no one will know, and, My offer will be as sincere as your performance. Prophetic, to say the least.

My encounter with photographer Nolan Beal played over and over in my head despite the mundane work day droning around me. I’d struck a deal with a devil in denim and leather to keep the rakish and charismatic artist from using the erotic photographs he had of my younger sister for his nouveau noir gallery show, a high couture bondage pin-up exhibition. Despite having gotten exactly what I’d wanted—or at least exactly what I’d asked for—I couldn’t easily forget the price I’d paid.

The evening had proceeded from an awkward but mundane lingerie photo shoot with a lackluster wardrobe and snippy prima donna models to stunning designer gowns and red-soled stilettos, strong wine, and being left alone with a photographer gorgeous enough to be a model himself and seductive enough to make me turn my back on almost three years of good behavior—no partying, no all-night painting sessions, no legendary love affairs or flat out wild sex with this brooding sculptor or that edgy singer / songwriter. That place, Beal’s white brick and scuffed wood studio in the gothic industrial Cathedral Artists Lofts, and that man…. It had all too easily rekindled old hungers with sensations that fanned a need even I hadn’t realize I still carried around under all this hard-cultivated restraint.

Until finally, seeing me anxious and faltering, Beal had handed me that exquisite silk and ribbon mask, that assurance of anonymity. It had been the excuse I needed. I had yielded to, Open your eyes, Iva. I want you to look at me, and, Spread your legs, to show him my panties and, All that power and allure comes at a price, doesn’t it?

Like the swirling storm of apprehensions and pleasures that night, even my memories of what had ultimately happened were a series of sensations narrated by that deep, oh-so-wry voice of his with the melted honey center.

Pull down your panties, Iva, he’d instructed coolly and evenly while my ears had been buzzing with the click-click-click of the camera shutter, my skin prickling with sensual provocation from the silk dress I wore and the velvet cushion where I knelt, from the palpable weight of Beal’s attention upon me.

There’s a fine line between art and life, Iva. Between pretty pictures and actually being taken hard by a man, he’d cautioned while I shivered in the chill of having pulled my dress up, begging him to rip my clothes off.

He had issued the gruff warnings—It’s not that neat, Iva.

And the commands—Safeword, now, and, Say my name. Always say my name, and, Show it to me. Open up for me, and most importantly, You may only ever come if you’re moaning my name.

The heated flush spreading over my cheeks now, quickening my breath and fogging my head, reminded me that the office was hardly the place to be reliving the most passionate encounter I’d allowed myself in three years. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time, as I was trying to work my way into a better job, either with the university or with one of the ad agencies I had approached with my graphic art portfolio. I was feeling okay about living a calmer life away from the art scene. And my sister Darcie had started to relax a little more around me, I thought, and almost seemed to trust me again. Now here I was daydreaming about one night that risked everything—while I stumbled and mumbled through secretarial tasks, misfiled paperwork, and misdirected mail.

Point being, if there was anything we Moreau girls had mastered, it was bad timing. So much so that you’d almost think we liked it.

Not just the time when the family was spending the Fourth of July at that cabin rental on the lake and big sister Darcie had snuck out the backdoor and into the woods to make out with the senior class swim captain Brad Yates—quite the show for that boy scout troupe doing their nighttime flashlight nature hike. Or the day Darcie and I were teasing little sister Cheri about finally getting breasts at thirteen and snapping her on the ass with her training bra as we chased her through the house and directly through stepmom Lynn’s book club meeting.

And my illustrious resume of ill-conceived antics at the worst possible moment…. Well,