Entwined

By Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Mallory Brown doesn't go home with strangers, and while she's all for a great spanking, she doesn't do BDSM relationships. Fantasizing is more her speed. And when she catches a glimpse of Master Murphy, fantasies fill her brain.

But Master Murphy has other plans. He enters her life full-steam and won't take no for an answer. While she's compelled to say yes, is she really ready to say goodbye to her world as she knows it to become permanently entwined with His?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Aug 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9780369502186

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Copyright© 2020 Elyzabeth M. VaLey

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0218-6

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For Doris O’Connor. Forever in our thoughts and hearts.

ENTWINED

Club Lobo, 1

Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Copyright © 2020

Chapter One

The music beat in the background, dulling the voices of the people in the club and matching the frantic rhythm of Mallory’s heart. She sipped at her soda and half-heard what her friend Diana said. Her mind was elsewhere. Or on someone else, to be more precise. She’d only seen him once. It’d been a glimpse, really, but it’d been more than enough to keep her fantasizing throughout the month. She didn’t know his name or if he’d only been a onetime visitor, but here she was a month later and wishing he’d show up. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight. Mallory swallowed her disappointment. It’d been stupid of her to think she’d see him tonight. She didn’t know anything about the guy. Perhaps, he was in a relationship, gay, or not into the same kink she was. There were so many ifs she’d shoved them all aside and focused only on masturbating to her fantasy.

Mallory set her glass down. Day by day, she’d recalled his good looks and toyed with the idea of seeing him again. There was no saying if she’d imagined it all. The dim lighting in the venue could give way to confusion and maybe the intensity he’d exuded had been nothing more than shadows playing on his rugged face. She’d never know. Sighing, she tried to focus on Diana but her gaze wandered once more.

Considering it was a Friday evening and Saturday was usually the busiest night, Club Lobo was quite crowded. Not that it was ever empty. The BDSM club was the only one in the town that provided a safe place for members to give in to their kinks and meet like-minded individuals. The house had two floors and was decorated in blacks and golds, offering a seated area for chatting and socializing as well as private spaces for play. The lights were always low, and LED candlelight illuminated the faces of those sitting around the wooden coffee tables, encouraging a permanent sense of intimacy. At the center of the room, a large human-size gilded cage hung, and at the back, where Mallory stood, the small bar served exclusively non-alcoholic drinks.

Mallory’s gaze fell on Till. The club keeper, as he liked to be called, was dressed in black jeans and matching t-shirt with the word staff printed on it. His hair was cropped short, and his dark eyes never seemed to miss a single beat. He approached a pair seated near a window and whispered something.

The woman nodded and stood. Her partner, who’d been sitting across from her, set down his drink and kneeled at her feet. Mallory’s pulse quickened. The woman rummaged through a backpack and pulled out a chain. The man didn’t move. He kept his head bowed and his eyes downcast. Smiling, his mistress caressed his shaved scalp and attached the leash. Her lips moved, and the man elegantly rose. Grabbing her bag, the woman sauntered forward, leading her submissive, who kept a step behind her in reverence, to the basement.

Mallory shook her head. She didn’t really want that. It was too much. She was a self-proclaimed bedroom submissive. Every once in a while, she’d indulge in a party or two, find a nice-looking Dom willing to give her a mild spanking, and go home to masturbate. She didn’t take strangers home nor