Kotori's Sacrifice (1Night Stand)

By Dakota Trace

A Dominant who just couldn’t let go...

As an experienced Dom, Seba Havas, specializes in helping traumatized submissives find the release they need. He knows when a firm hand is needed or a gentle touch will work better, but nothing in his nearly fifteen years in the scene prepares him for Akira. Like a whirlwind, she turns his orderly life upside down with her refusal to submit. Still reeling from his failure with her six months later, he turns to 1Night Stand. Madame Eve’s suggestion? A trip to the Carnivore Club, the brand new BDSM themed Las Vegas Strip resort on a date to an elegant masquerade ball with a beautiful submissive.

A submissive who’s willing to sacrifice it all...

As the oldest daughter of the Ito clan, Akira has been responsible and self-controlled her entire life, up to the point it has caused her to lose the dominant she loves. Now she has one chance left to prove to Seba she can be what he needs. In true Vegas fashion, and with a little help from Madame Eve, she’s going to gamble it all on one night of dominance and submission. But will it be enough?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Jan 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781613337943

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Kotori’s Sacrifice

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2015 by Dakota Trace

ISBN: 978-1-61333-794-3

Cover Art by Fiona Jayde and Dakota Trace

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Dedication

A special thanks to my partner in crime, TL, who spent hours with me hammering out all the specifics of the masquerade and Devil’s Playground. I think we both operated on too little sleep to bring our corner of the Carnivore Club live.

Kotori’s Sacrifice

A 1Night Stand Story

By

Dakota Trace

Chapter One

"Do you need more, kotori? Or are you ready to fly for me?" Leaning in to whisper into the bound submissive’s ear, Seba brushed his lips against the delicate curve as his cock throbbed against his leathers. It’d taken a great deal of time, but he’d finally managed to push the lush Japanese woman to the edge of her control. Something she’d warned him would never happen when she’d admitted she wanted to submit.

"Please, Sensei, I can’t." Her dark chocolate eyes sparkled with unshed tears when she turned her head to make eye contact with him. Bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the middle of LRA’s main playroom, it was the only portion of her body she could shift.

"Why not? He trailed the butt of his whip across the ivory shoulder sporting a tiny, vibrant hummingbird tattoo. What are you afraid of?"

"I…. She bit her lower lip—something she only did when she lied. Then he saw her withdrawing once again. I…don’t know." Her lashes drifted shut, hiding her gaze from him.

A low growl built in his chest. Tired of her games, his frustration simmered just under his skin. She’d come to him, begged him to push her past the rigid control she couldn’t seem to let go of. Yet, she still fought and lied to avoid the very thing she claimed to want.

"Hiding again?"

With his free hand, he popped one of the cheeks of her ass left bare by the leather thong she wore. What is our first rule, Akari?

She drew a ragged breath. I will look at Sensei every time we speak unless otherwise directed.

"And our second?"

"I will speak the truth, Sensei."

"Yet you deliberately defy me at every turn. Lowering your eyes. Lying, when you know I can read your deception like an open book. He drew back. One would think you don’t wish to continue with our agreement."

"No….. The first hint of true emotion crossed her face. Her lips trembled. I’ll do better. I swear, Sensei."

He flinched at the soft honorific only she had ever used. A boon from when they’d first negotiated their contract, much like him calling her little bird. At first, he’d thought the Japanese words would put her at ease—something from her homeland—something familiar. Now, he realized, they were nothing more than another shield for her to hide behind.

"You keep promising me, but so far I’ve seen no real effort. He shook his head. In fact, I don’t think you have any intention of doing better. He coiled up the short whip, slipping it over a hook attached to his belt. Gazing at the slender red collar around her throat, he sighed. I’m beginning to think I’m not the right master for you."

"Don’t do this, please, Sensei. Tears spilled over her flushed cheeks. Don’t give up on me…."

Yo, Seb! You in here? Mistress says the taxi for the airport is on its way.

Jerked out of the torturous memories leading up to the un-collaring of his last submissive, Seba Havas turned to face his beaming younger brother. A welcome interruption, his brother stood in the open doorway of the guest bedroom. At twenty-five, Wyk had found the woman who could satisfy him to hell and back.