Impulse Control: Sypricon Masters, #1

By Sara Brookes

an Authors After Dark Bookie nominee for BDSM Short of the Year

 

Selene Orosova has come to Sypricon for one reason--distraction. And she is convinced the exclusive BDSM club, Tawse, is the place to escape the haunting nightmare of being a Planetary Marshal. She just wants to get in and get off. And she's never met a Dom she couldn't walk away from.

 

Until she meets this Sypricon Master...

 

Vaughn is immediately captivated by Selene. There is a wildness about her that he yearns to tame. But he knows he'll have to break through her walls in order to get her on her knees. Determined, Vaughn pushes every limit she has with an authority no one else has been willing to give her. She'll just need the courage to accept his command...and his love.

 

Warning: Contains a Dom willing to go the distance with a lesson in pleasure using technology-infused clamps, collars, cuffs and floggers. Playing with toys never felt so satisfying.

 

Impulse Control is an erotic romance short story previously published in 2011, has been extensively revised & is intended for mature audiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silver Phoenix Labs
• Release date: Nov 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502278203

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Impulse Control

Copyright 2014 Sara Brookes

Cover & Formatting design by: Silver Phoenix Labs

This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used factiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language that may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Sneak Previews

Perfect Limit

Excerpt

Midnight’s Ghost

Chapter One

Shift of Command

Chapter One

Ragged Edge

Chapter One

About the Author

Other Titles by Sara Brookes

Connect with Sara

Chapter One

Her day had turned out to be the cherry on top of a shitty week sundae.

When Selene had left the law enforcement station after shift and fired up her personal shuttle, she’d realized she hadn’t been in the mood to be alone. She’d needed something to remind herself she could still experience pleasure and joy. That life wasn’t bloody crime scenes and chasing ego-maniacal perps bent on seeing her dead.

After a short planet jump from Miravon, she reached Sypricon, and within minutes of landing her personal cruiser, was settled at the chest-high bar at Tawse. As she tapped her booted foot to the rhythm of the pulsing music, her gaze scanned the fetish club. The only action in the establishment was a threesome in a corner. A man attended two women, who both had their arms—four a piece—strapped with metal bands to the wall. While it was obvious the man had a skilled tongue, his particular talent wasn’t what Selene Orasova sought.

Any of the Doms at the club could get a woman off.

She wanted more.

He’s not here yet. Despite the admission, Bales sounded amused.

Selene hid her frown as she turned to the bartender who had been slinging drinks in Tawse long before she began frequenting the establishment. Bales Christenson was a retired communications officer who had been hurt during the Earth Wars. And he was as charming as he was stern. Most of the time, Selene loved his no-nonsense demeanor. But given her mood, he was simply an irritation.

I just came in for one of your house specialty hydrators.

A sharp bark of laughter caused her to grimace. You’ve been coming here for years and you ain’t never come in just for a drink.

Damn wily drink slinger and his impeccable memory. While she would have commended that kind of brain power in a witness, she didn’t like it turned against her. When I need to celebrate closing a case, I do.

Right. Sure. The look on his weathered face indicated he knew better. This was a club built for selling dominance and submission to willing customers. Not drinks. Kaber is over there. Given the moans coming from that direction, he’ll be finished shortly. Merc has a private session downstairs. And the one you ain’t looking for should be here before the hour is up.

Drink, she reinforced. That’s it.

Bushy black eyebrows lifted. Sticking to that half-cocked story, huh? So be it.

Selene watched him move off to clean the far end of the bar. Bales was right. She wasn’t here for a drink. Especially when he didn’t serve anything with a serious kick. Hydrators from all reaches of the universe. Juice from a nearby planet. Mint fizzes for the club’s owner. But not a drop of alcohol.

The enigmatic man was too crafty for his own good. Selene was here because she’d needed a reason to celebrate. To remind herself that she hadn’t just spent the past week chasing after a serial killer who had decided it would be thrilling to pick off small children.

Five planets, twenty kids, and the bastard had finally slipped up.

Those moments of glory made all the crappy days worth the hassle.

The families would get their justice and Selene would move to her next assignment. Shitty as those facts were, it was just another day in the life of a Planetary Marshal. Though she loved her job, her boss said she took the work too personally. Occasionally, it was hard not to. Being around so much death could drill deep inside a person’s brain. Add in the fact her jurisdiction spanned two frontier galaxies and the reason she came to Tawse in order to blow off steam was pretty evident.

Come to celebrate snagging your man?

As the feminine voice broke the air, Selene smiled. Like always.

Haven’t seen much of you around lately. Work keeping you busy?

Selene turned and nearly snorted at the ensemble the woman wore. The inky black suit sparkled despite the low light. The suit was so well-cut and stylish, Selene knew it had to be worth a year of her income. Must have been nice to rake in those kinds of credits. You look like an advertisement for New Vegas.

Possibly. I do hold a controlling interest there. Hearing Miranda Spaulding was a partner in the planet whose sole purpose was to deliver pleasure in any possible form to willing clients wasn’t a shock. There was always money to make in sex. Even in the furthest reaches of the galaxy. I have a function to attend tonight that requires a bit more flair.

Selene noticed then that Miranda’s silver hair had been swept away from her flawless face and clipped back into an extravagant silver barrette. Bright blue eyes shined with pleasure, and she wore only minimal makeup. Miranda was a woman who’d chosen to accept her aging gracefully without any of the normal high-end enhancements.

Function, huh? So that’s what you’re calling it these days.

Miranda smoothed a hand over her hair. Should be a quiet night here. Most of the staff is going to be at the Fetish Ball with me. Client hired the whole lot of us to provide entertainment for the night. So, if you’re looking for any of your usual Doms, you’re going to have to come back another night.

What about Kaber over there?

The man in question was now sandwiched between the two women. He’d latched his mouth to the breast of one woman while burying his cock deep in the other. Decent. He still needs work. Not your caliber, though. Too light of a touch for your taste, I believe. He’s more about the sex than the control. Merc is with a sub downstairs.