Jordan's Surrender

By A.J. Mayes

DESCRIPTION:
Jordan is a young woman struggling to control her need to experience devasting pain. No longer able to orgasm with conventional sex, Jordan knows she has to find a man capable of delivering the control and pain she desperately needs. On a ski trip, she meets Ben and sensing the deep need within the beautiful Jordan, he introduces her to the world of extreme BDSM, training her to be his slave. In his dungeon, Jordan embraces the pain.

EXCERPT:
Ben leaned close, and whispered, “Join me in the suite for a drink.”

“Are you asking?”

“No, Jordan ... I’m not.”

“Then there’s no need for me to answer,” Jordan said, lowering her eyes.

“Nope. You want a man to tell you what to do. Don’t you?”

Feeling dampness between her legs, Jordan squirmed in her chair. “Y-yes.”

“You’ll do everything I tell you?”

Her throat constricted and arid like desert sand, Jordan nodded.

“See that you do.”

Hearing his command, Jordan’s smoldering eyes gazed into the dark coals looking back, and hoping he was the man who would finally fulfill her dark, and dangerous needs, she shivered. Ben read the urgency in her eyes and pulling his wallet out, dropped cash on the table. “Time to go,” Ben said, his voice firm.

Her body slightly trembling, Jordan prayed Ben didn’t notice as he took her arm, leading her to the elevators up to his floor. Entering the suite, Ben said, “Jordan, take your clothes off.”

“N-now?”

“It wasn’t a request. You want this.” Ben took her face in his hands, his fingers squeezing slightly. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

Jordan stepped back, and unzipping her sweater, slid it off her shoulders and down her arms, then removed her snow boots, leggings and socks. Standing naked in front of Ben, she looked at the floor, her heart racing in her chest as she waited for his next order.

“Look at me and spread your legs,” Ben said.

Flinching at the tone of his voice, Jordan looked up shyly and did as he commanded.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463114148

A.J. Mayes

Only a select few of her closest friends know the real A.J. Mayes.Conservative in public, an insatiable wildcat comes out behind closed doors.A.J. strives to experience all her perverted fantasies, not just dream them, and with her decadent imagination, anything and everything is on the menu.Many of her stories are based on her sexual experiences, or those of her closest friends.Enjoy her books.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

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Chapter 1

Tossing and turning, Jordan was in that state of sleep between being awake but not yet aware, and her erotic dream felt real. Her body spread-eagled, imaginary chains holding her in place, she watched the knotted strips of leather slicing through the air and clenched, waiting for the pain she wanted so badly. Then the tips smashed against her left breast, biting into the nipple, and loving the pain, she smiled at the man wielding the flogger. Harder… hit me harder, Jordan moaned in the dream.

The imaginary chains rattled as Jordan’s body jerked during the brutal assault on her breasts, and feeling wetness seeping down her thighs, she gasped, Yes. Give me more. Then the thin strips arced upwards in a savage stroke and crashed into her soft folds, the knots wrapping around her clit before the man yanked the leather back. In the dream, Jordan was lost, and she woke, hearing her own screams. Fuck. Oh, God. Fuck.

Needing to feel a taste of real pain, Jordan reached over to the bedside table and picking up three steel binder clips, attached one to each nipple, clamping the third on her clit. Almost ready, she retrieved a large vibrating dildo from the drawer, and sliding it inside her dripping pussy, hit the button. Gasping as the vibrations aroused her nerves, Jordan twisted the clips on her nipples and pulled back hard, adding pain to the pleasure. Moments later, her body shuddered while the massive orgasm thundered through her, raw pleasure and pain racing along the highway of her nerves before overloading her brain. Out of control, she screamed, Yes. Fuck, yes.

After removing the dildo and clips, Jordan crawled out of the rumpled bed and moving to the bathroom, muttered, Shit. I gotta find a man that can give me what I need… and soon, or I’ll go insane.

Stepping out of the shower, Jordan tugged wool socks on and wiggling into skin-tight, light gray and blue ski pants, slipped a thick, wool turtleneck sweater over her head. Buckling her ski boots, she slid on a short, white parka with a fur-lined hood, and grabbing her skis, headed to the slopes. Her boots crunching through snow during the short walk from the hotel, Jordan caught a lift at the base of Copper Mountain, and eating an apple, she enjoyed the quiet, crisp Friday morning air. Reaching the top, she raced down the intermediate groomed run and exhilarated, her cheeks flushed, Jordan skied back to the lift.

Around noon, fluffy flakes of snow started falling, and within two hours Jordan was breathlessly skiing through four inches of fresh powder, thrilled to be young and alive. Wanting a bigger challenge and feeling daring, Jordan skied down a steep mogul run, her knees poetry in motion, expertly gliding between the snowy bumps. Flying down the hill, Jordan caught a tip near the bottom and went down hard, her body sprawling across the top of a mogul. Unhurt, but her face covered with snow, she laughed at herself, and rolling on her back, Jordan was splashed with a flurry of powder as another skier arrived, throwing his skis sideways to stop beside her.

Sorry about that. You took a nasty fall… you okay? A tantalizing masculine voice asked.

I’m fine. Thanks. Just embarrassed.

Let me help you up.

The skier reached down, took Jordan’s arm, and pulling Jordan up, brushed the snow from her parka. I’m Benjamin. Call me Ben.

Hi, Ben. Jordan. Thanks for your help.

Glad you’re okay. Let me buy you a drink and warm you up.

Sure, I’d like that.

Skiing down to the base, they removed their skis, and walking into the crowded Apres-ski bar, Ben said, Wait here by the fire. I’ll get us drinks.

Hurry back. I’m thirsty.

Jordan watched Ben while he went to get drinks, and liking what she saw, was attracted to him instantly. He was tall, handsome, in great shape, with thick brown hair that brushed the neck of his sweater, and she loved his dark brown eyes and unshaven face. Returning with the drinks, he sat next to Jordan, and handed her a hot-buttered rum. This should make you warm and toasty inside. Jordan, are you a native to Colorado?

No, I’m from California but live in Denver now. My company moved me here three years ago. What about you?

Glad you made it to Colorado. I moved here from Florida five years ago and have a home in the Cherry Creek area of Denver.

Wow, that’s a pricey neighborhood. You’re pretty young to already have a house there. What do you do, Ben?

I play and enjoy life. I’m thirty, and I made money the old-fashioned way… I inherited it. How about you, what do you do?

I’m a CPA for a large firm, working my way up the ladder. I’m twenty-seven.

I’m sure you’ll make it to the top, Ben said, putting a hand on her knee.

Shivering at his touch and feeling her pulse quicken, Jordan excused herself to go to the ladies room. Ben watched her saunter away, liking how her perfect ass filled out the tight ski pants, and her dark chestnut hair, falling several inches below her shoulders. Jordan was a tall, thin woman, with extraordinary curves, and a super model's face, and Ben decided she was stunning. Sitting beside her, he’d seen a glow emanating from her light skin and a look in her eyes that intrigued him. Ben wondered if she might be the unique woman he’d been searching for, and thinking she had demons buried deep inside wanting to be released, he decided to find out.

Inside the ladies room, Jordan