Let Me In: The Clockwork Chronicles, #1

By T.W.S. Sedd

Ptarmigan has been handling the affairs of the infamous brothel, Clockwork Dollhouse, for years. The actual owner, known only as the Toy Maker, stays shut in the clock tower, only emerging to assess a project, such as the fully-functional mechanical wings that sprout from Ptarmigan's own shoulders. She does not mind the responsibility. For her, this place is home, and she takes care of her own. 

What seems like an ordinary day of business becomes particularly intriguing when a scout contacts Ptarmigan. He has found a possible prospect: a young ballet dancer currently stuck in the city's orphanage and looking for a way out. Even better: she's a virgin, and Ptarmigan has a long list of men that would drop quite some coin for the opportunity to take that innocence. But, Ptarmigan herself needs to test her out first ...

The Clockwork Chronicles is a steampunk anthology from a fictional fantasy universe. Every character introduced is a new kink opportunity for the next edition. At Clockwork Dollhouse, they will be sure to find you something that really grinds your gears ... 

CONTENT WARNING: 9,000 word erotica, the first in an anthology, with background content and a stimulating plot that builds up to titillating experimentation and intense simultaneous climax. Contains f/f, mild dubcon, an untouched character coupled with vanilla first-time play, and the detailed operations of a whorehouse. Read at your own risk. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.W.S. Sedd
• Release date: Dec 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519961334

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Book preview

What the fuck did I tell you, Bronn? Not the face! I leapt out of my chair and cradled her cheeks in my hands, surveying the damage. Bronn, her present clientele, sheepishly leaned against the stair rail and avoided my outrage.

If it's any consolation, Lady, he gave me a handsome bonus for it.

I sighed and ignored her as she batted her eyelashes at him. Get me a cold compress, I snapped at a nearby servant.

When he came rushing back, I put it into her hand, closing her fingers over it. I will also send up a basin of hot water and cloth. Apply cold, then hot. Cold. Hot. You hear? That will stop the swelling, and hopefully, some of the bruising. If it doesn't, at least you can still play 'Doctor'. I kissed her forehead. You are dismissed.

She scurried away, giggling as she received one last wink from Bronn, before disappearing up the stairs to her chambers. The amusement slid right off of his face when he discovered my death stare was waiting for him.

Accept an apology, Ptarmigan! Things got a little out of hand; I meant no harm.

I crossed my arms and turned away, shaking my head. You know the rules. They are in place for a reason.

It was an accident, he pleaded as I resumed my seat at the front desk.

Your 'accident' just lowered our profits. You think anyone is going to want her? This may be a brothel, but most of the allure is that for the time you pay, that whore is yours and only yours. No one wants a constant reminder that someone else had their way with what you just spent your hard-earned money on, and that's exactly what those bruises will do.

I flipped to the blacklist and began writing his name. This did not escape his attention. No, no, no ... Ptarmigan, please. I need this. I'll protest to the Maker. You can't -

I slammed the quill down and stood, allowing my metal wings to unfurl in all of their ornate glory. Do not make the mistake of trying to intimidate me. We all know that if you were any sort of domineering in real life, you wouldn't need these women.

He shrank immediately, as I knew he would, averting his eyes to the floor. I tucked my wings in and settled back into my chair, resuming the log. As for your weak claims of turning the Maker against me, we all know how this operation runs. What I say, goes.

I finished the entry and lifted the book to blow dry the ink. "You may