Submit To Desire

By Jodi Olson

Road To Desire

Mathew had a fantasy about submitting to his wife Samantha; to be her adoring and worshipful slave,doing her bidding,suffering her torments and pleasures. What will happen when this hunky construction worker gets his wish, where he is forced to his knees and used as a sex toy? It's a kinky affair when a loving couple starts down the Road to Desire.

Flames of Desire

Kyle Woods was all man, a hunky firefighter who had a secret need to submit, if only the right woman would come into his life. When Julie, an older, divorced and curvaceous Nanny brings her young charges to the fire station on a school visit, the spark is ignited and the attraction begins to smolder. What happens next surprises both of them, and fans the Flames of Desire.

A Case of Desire

A chance meeting. A ruined shirt. Lucas a lawyer,working so many long hours. Would he lose his new Master because of his work? Could his Master keep loving him?

Playing with Desire

Kane hired Carter, and it was love at first site for both men. It was also the beginning of Carter being Kane's Master. When Kane goes overseas on business, will Carter punish him for not keeping in touch for three weeks?

Owning the Desire

Elliott and his beautiful wife,Laney were in a rut. The spark had gone from their marraige, replaced with work and the humdrum routine of everyday life. When Laney opens the boxes of 'toys' that Elliott ordered, and checks his browser history on the computer, she finds the key to adding some spice back to their love life. Withthe assistance of local Domme Aunt Mavis, Laney becomes the dominant vixen Elliott always fantasied about. Both Elliott and Laney find what they need and end up Owning the Desire.

A Wicked Desire

Wade Adams wanted to correct his mistake of 25 years ago, letting the love of his life slip away. He was back and Jaylynn looked beautiful to him as ever. But she changed; she took control of her life, joined a BDSM group and became a Domme. Could she fall in love again? Would he submit to...her? For both, a love long past now became...A Wicked Desire.

Warning:If you like hot male submission with your romance this series is for you. If you like Aunt Mavis who is old and feisty  I like you a lot. Aunt Mavis will be getting two short stories with her sister in the future. Her sister Allison is in Love Unexpected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jodi Olson
• Release date: Feb 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386636434

Jodi Olson

Jodi Olson is the best selling author of Naughty Whispers, Raining on Sunday and Getting Wild. She has a passion for cowboys and feisty heroines, who love humor, and are loyal to each other. Her heros are sexy, alpha and just as hot as hell. They can be protective and a bit bossy but we end up loving them anyway. The Heroines are strong and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Jodi spends her days taking long walks, reading and talking to imaginary cowboys. She has found herself single after a 29 year marriage and loving it. Hear Jodi roar! She loves to hear from her readers. She also writes under the name Georgia Lily. Sweet historical  and contemporary westerns.

Book preview

Chapter One

In Dalton, Minnesota, bookstore clerk, wife and mother of two, Samantha ‘Sam’ Kingston looked adoringly at her husband Mathew as he fed their baby, Mason, his breakfast. Today was their anniversary, six years and two kids later, with no time for a quick fuck.

Thank God her mother-in-law was going to take the kids for the weekend so they could have some alone time. With Mathew working days and her working nights they’d go to bed literally exhausted. She really didn’t have any complaints, except for the lack of sex and time alone. He was great to the kids and he always pitched in around the house with laundry and other household chores as much as he could.

She studied his face unhurriedly, feature by feature. His thick black hair needed a good trim, maybe tomorrow, because tonight I’ll bring him to his knees.

Her eyes lingered on Mathew’s hands, his skin tan from working construction and being outdoors on a daily basis. She loved his hands; those strong long fingers could do amazing things to her body. Her nipples ached for his touch and her panties were soaked just thinking about those fingers inside her. Her gaze traveled up his arm. He had perfect, sculpted muscles, not too much, but enough for her.

Come into the kitchen, Mathew. Her smile was eager and alive with affection and delight. I need your services for a moment. Usually she wasn’t so bossy, but wanted to see his reaction because tonight he’d be kneeling, begging for release.

Be right there, Sam. Need to clean off Mason’s messy face first.

Hurry up. Oh this is fun. I could get used to this, hope it works in the bedroom this weekend too. She watched him walk toward her. She whimpered as her gaze landed on the fly of his jeans. He was aroused, extremely aroused. She wondered if he knew what she was thinking right now. Her cheeks blushed at the thought.

Tonight couldn’t get here fast enough, babe, Mathew groaned.

I know; I’m going to give you an anniversary night you’ll never forget. Her hand traveled down his chest, stopped at his belt buckle, and she heard him make that sexy growl she loved. Her hand rested over his long, thick erection; ever so gently she gave it a little squeeze. I aim to have this inside me tonight, now get to work or you’ll be late again.

Yes, my Mistress.

Matthew?

What is it, honey?

Tonight make sure and knock; don’t use your key.

Sam still couldn’t believe Matt finally agreed to do some role playing. Two nights ago he came out of the bedroom with a big box that had her leather outfit in it plus a riding crop and some other toys. He finally agreed to give into her fantasy of being her slave.

*****

Matthew Kingston fantasized about being a submissive for most of his thirty-five years, but kept it a secret. Even Sam didn’t know. Every time Sam talked about adding more kink to their sex life, he was all for it. When she mentioned role playing and being the one in charge he almost came in his jeans.

On the nights Sam worked and the kids were asleep, he did research on the internet on being a male submissive. He was surprised to find so many private on line groups for submissive men. He was even more shocked when he pushed the request-to-join button on a few of them. In the yellow pages he found there were two BDSM clubs within Oak Trails County. He wasn’t ready to tell Sam about those clubs because he wanted their sex life to remain private. He also didn’t want anyone from work to find out about it. He’d be the laughing stock and his crew would never let it go.

Matt drove through Dalton Creek like he did every morning. He was finding it hard to concentrate when visions of Sam, wearing that hot little leather outfit he had accidently found a few days back, filled his head. His hard cock pressed against his jeans making it impossible to think about anything but jacking off so he could get a little relief. Within seconds he pulled off to the side of the road, slipped down his jeans and boxer briefs to his ankles.

When he closed his eyes, he pictured her wearing the short leather skirt and those black thigh high boots he also found in the closet. From the waist up she was dressed in a black leather camisole. God, she would look so fucking hot in that outfit. I wish you were here, Sam, so I could use my tongue on that sweet pussy and give you one orgasm after another. Oh this is just great, not only am I sitting in my truck on the side of the road, now I’m talking out loud too.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes again. His fingers closed around his cock and began to stroke it gently, then with more aggression. He could almost see her bucking into his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue. She would scream out his name as she came around his fingers. Groaning out loud, he stroked his cock even faster. A few more strokes and then his seed spilled onto his hand. Soon he heard someone tapping on the window. Oh shit, a fucking sheriff.

Chapter Two

Sam had just finished dressing in her mistress outfit when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Matt coming home from work because he would always arrive at the time expected. Except tonight he’d be coming home to something different. She opened the door and stood back for him to enter. After closing the door he spoke. Wow, you look amazing, Sam.

Silence! When I want you to speak, I’ll tell you! You’re to address me as Mistress.

Before he could recover, she prodded him into the bedroom with her riding crop.

"Stand at attention, arms at your sides, eyes front. Do not look at me."

She sat on the bed and leaned against the bedpost, taking a sip of her wine. Sam spoke in a calculating voice. So, you think you’re good enough to be my slave? We’ll see about that.

She picked up her riding crop, pondering its use while sternly watching her husband.

At the sound of the riding crop hitting the nightstand you’ll strip for inspection.

She was close to hitting the nightstand with the riding crop but didn’t. Instead she reached for her wine. She could see his eyes were on the riding crop. She sat back against the headboard, and continued to study her slave.

Do you remember your safe word, slave?

Yes, Mistress, red light.

Very good slave; I want to watch you strip, s-l-o-w-ly, one item at a time. You must obey me slave, when I snap the nightstand. Remove your shirt. Snap! Matt quickly removed his shirt, but she wasn’t pleased.

"You did that rather quickly slave, Mistress Sam is not pleased. I’m guessing you need to feel the riding crop."

Sam slowly stood, grabbed the riding crop, walked over to Matt and slapped his shoulder. When your Mistress stands, you kneel. Kneel now slave! She watched as he immediately fell to his knees. She slapped his shoulder again.

I didn’t hit the nightstand, why are you kneeling?

Matt started to get up; she slapped him for a third time. Who told you to get up? He kneeled again and she slapped him once more.

She placed the handle of the riding crop under his chin, so that his head raised and he was looking directly into her eyes. I think ten lashes might make you learn, slave.

She slowly circled him. This is my first time to whip a slave and my panties are wet thinking about it. Let’s get on with your training. Remember, you’re to remain motionless and not utter a sound. Is that clear?

She began to whip him, and then stopped. She waited, watched him. And after a minute’s pause, she began again, whipping severely to see what he was made of.

Now slave, you may strip so that I can inspect your nude body. She hit the nightstand with her crop. He quickly obeyed, and she ordered him to stand at attention. Stay right there, eyes front. At this time you’re not allowed to look at me without permission. At other times, you’ll be allowed the privilege of enjoying the sight of your Mistress.

She slowly rose from the bed, the crop now replaced with a whip in her hand, and began to inspect his naked body.

She prodded him here and there with the flogger handle while inspecting him as if he were an animal. Sam touched every inch of his body; she especially took her time inspecting his amazingly hard cock.

Sam rubbed the flogger across his cock. That looks painful. Is it painful slave? And yes, you are allowed to speak.

Yes, Sam it hurts. I mean...Mistress.

A soft and loving curve softened her lips. "That normally calls for a whipping, slave. But since you corrected yourself I’ll let it go for now. Don’t do it again. Once again she rubbed the flogger against his erection. I heard you’ve been a very bad, bad boy today. Is that true, were you caught masturbating on the side of the road slave?"

His eyes widened, "How the fuck did you find out about that?"

Let’s say a little birdie told me. Since you didn’t address me properly, and lied as well, I need to punish you for that.

Mistress, can I explain?

That is better. You’re mine, slave, Her voice was low and insistent. You’re mine to treat however I wish. And these are mine, too... As she spoke, her fingers toyed with

his balls, gently rolling them in a manner that indicated she could, at any moment, change the pressure from a sensual caress to a vicious squeeze.

Yes, Mistress, I’m yours to do whatever pleases you. I swear the sheriff didn’t see anything, my coat covered up my cock and the mess I made. I don’t think he even heard me call out your name.

You have to prove to me that you can be a good slave. Lick my boot.

Obediently, Matt got down on all fours; he stuck out his tongue and began to lick, lapping away until the leather shone like new. Very good, slave,