Flower-And-Willow In New Angeles (A Science Fiction Domination And Submission Erotic Romance Novella)

By Erika Masten

From Bestselling Erotic Romance and Erotica Author Erika Masten
A Standalone Domination And Submission Science Fiction Romance Novella

Flower-And-Willow In New Angeles

New Angeles, 2126....
Lily, the most sought-after of all geisha submissives in the renowned Garden House, is about to graciously decline yet another wealthy patron’s offer to become her Danna, her Dom, when she discovers the man making the offer is Teven Vance. Heir to the most important banking family in New Angeles, Vance was not only Lily's first love as a young apprentice but the patron who purchased her virginity—the night before he disappeared from her life. Eight years later, he returns a self-made man to claim Lily as his own, but military plots and political intrigues follow Lieutenant Colonel Teven Vance of the Western Command, threatening the family and traditions that mean everything to the woman he loves. They could even cost her life.

Novella Length: 28,000 words or roughly 90 traditional print pages.

This is a standalone domination and submission science fiction 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.

Bonus Material: Includes excerpt from The Ringmaster: Cirque De Plaisir (A Novel) and The Art of Domination: Model Release (A Domination And Submission Romance Serial) by Erika Masten

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: May 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310351495

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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FLOWER-AND-WILLOW IN NEW ANGELES

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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.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

And Excerpt From Erika Masten’s

The Ringmaster: Cirque De Plaisir

And Excerpt From Erika Masten’s

The Art Of Domination: Model Release

FLOWER-AND-WILLOW IN NEW ANGELES

The Amero-Japanese elite of New Angeles knew this well enough: in a time when everyone and everything could be reduced to a string of zeroes and ones, simulated, or cloned for the right price, there was no substitute for the flower-and-willow world.

CHAPTER ONE

The paper wall shimmered faint pink in warning, nanotech-scale LEDs reacting to movement in the wide, bare corridor of bamboo and polished wood beyond Lily’s private quarters. Almost as soon as she had moved into the apartment reserved for the House’s first rank geiko, two years before, Lily had made a point of mastering the intricate features of the security panel embedded in one of the two stationary walls of gleaming cedar. She had programmed the reactive sliding shoji screens to fade and grow increasing opaque ten minutes after sensors indicated she had gone to bed, to simulate a slow sunrise over the twenty minutes before she intended to wake, and to warn her whenever apprentice geisha Iris or Rowan were skulking outside her door.

Pink meant Rowan. Willowy and blond, sweet and shy even at eighteen years old, Rowan was still every bit as curious and pesky as a little sister. No matter Lily and Rowan were not blood related. As soon as they had been adopted into The Garden, their service to the House made them sisters. Big Sister and Little Sisters. Or Bug Sister and Little Pests when youth and close quarters overcame the calm and poise of their geiko training.

Where Lily knelt beside the low table applying her standard performance makeup, much lighter than the full white face makeup associated with the original geisha of Japan centuries before, she kept an eye on the screen and its blush. The shade intensified or faded to indicate proximity. By the time Lily had adorned her pale green eyes in deep scarlet liner and applied crimson rouge to the middle third of her full lips, the walls had taken on a soft but steady shade of cherry blossom pink. Once she had bound the long stream of her light brown hair atop her head in the luxurious waves and curls that geisha had once worn heavy wigs to achieve, the screens had ripened to bright watermelon.

The thought of the rare delicacy made Lily’s mouth water, and she wondered what menu tonight’s client or clients had selected. Only very special occasions warranted fresh fruit transported, at best, three hundred miles over crumbling rural roads into New Angeles with its twenty-four million teeming inhabitants. Teeming, Lily thought and shivered, all too aware that her cloistered life in the teahouse and the attached compound lent itself to some degree of agoraphobia for many geisha, herself included.

As a final touch to the evening’s preparations, Lily decorated her burnished russet hair with spring ornaments: gold silk butterflies and tinkling cascades of tiny cherry blossoms made of fine pink crystal. In pale gold kimono, obi sash, and modernized clogs that were much more like wood and ribbon stilettos, the first rank geiko of The Garden was ready to portray the epitome of feminine grace, gentle wit, and sexual submission—to be claimed for a single evening for the modest price of an average middle manager’s monthly wage.

And just in time, no doubt, Lily concluded as the pink of her walls turned passionate fuchsia. For heaven’s sake, Rowan, come in. I know you’re out there, and I’m sure I know why.

As the tall blond teen had to have been standing just on the opposite side of the panels to have colored the screens so deeply, it was no surprise when Rowan instantly, though lightly, slid the paper door aside and stepped into the room. The maiko—apprentice—played demure, blue eyes downcast, but her excitement betrayed her in her fervent glances and the very slight hurry to her step. The rich fabrics of her spring-patterned kimono rustled, a common mistake among the lower rank apprentices. Rowan was, in her defense, only a maiko of the Third Step. As far as most connoisseurs of the geisha arts were concerned, this was the first true level of geiko and one for which Rowan had only begun training.

Pinning the teen smoothly with a sidelong glance that stilled Rowan’s eager fidgeting, Lily held out her hand without comment.

It’s a red seal, the teen announced in a rush of breath as she deposited a thick linen envelope—indeed fastened with an ornate red wax seal—into her older sister’s open palm.

With a trace of disappointment so faint that Lily knew for certain not a hint of it showed on her face, the geiko stared serenely down at the night’s commission. A red seal, she repeated, tone carefully smoothed of telling emotion. She made no effort to examine the document inside.

That’s three or four every month now, Rowan said, as though Lily wasn’t well aware of that fact. It seems like it’s a challenge, doesn’t it? Everyone knows you’re refusing to take a Danna in the prime of your career, so every prince in New Angeles has to try.

There were no princes, of course, in New Angeles in 2126. The term referred to the traditional Japanese concept that men of culture frequented the teahouses of the geisha to immerse themselves in a world of art and refinement, dignified but without solemnity, a flower-and-willow world where they could imagine themselves the heroic princes of dynasties long past.

And the Danna…. This was a title the uninitiated might have mistaken as synonymous for Dom, but it was more than Dom, and barely less than husband. In previous centuries, a Danna was a patron to his geiko, but not just any patron—her sole patron. It might not have always indicated a sexual relationship then, but it did now. A master and mistress relationship, a Master and slave relationship, as binding and intimate and committed as a collaring.

Lily had already vowed publicly never to take a Danna. Apparently, that encouraged certain kinds of men, captains of industry and heads of state with wealth and high position (quite literally, amid the two hundred story city) that grounders could not have imagined any more than a man born blind could have imagined a color. No matter. This was her duty, her service, her art. For one night, she would submit herself and her body to the whims and pleasures and princely fantasies of her client as only a Fifth Step, top class geiko could. Afterward, Lily would politely decline his bid to become her Danna and to keep her as his own. She would keep herself, and her House, and her sisters. She would keep her heart where it belonged, inside her silken robes, behind the unbreakable cage of her cold breast.

She left Rowan to the teen’s overly romantic daydreams and departed the apartments for The Garden’s teahouse proper. It was dark outside in the landscaped courtyard, amidst a clear and starry night that was in truth a digital simulation displayed on a vast glass atrium above the completely enclosed compound—one reason being out under an open sky did not panic Lily as it otherwise might have. While strange bodies and smells pressed close in the chaotic streets outside