Secrets: Curvy & Alpha BDSM

By Q. Zayne

Romance and danger at a Caribbean sadomasochism resort for the ultra-wealthy.
She wants more than spankings from the hottest man to ever lay hands on her.
Curvy Cleo faces love's quicksand as her master awakens more of her desires. Marcus fights his past and tests her submission. Cleo's Egyptian blood and her bond with an ancient sacrificial victim attract an enemy.
Secrets includes detailed BDSM and intimate sex scenes. It's for readers who enjoy erotic fiction with characters who have inner lives and a heart connection. It focuses on a 28 year-old woman's erotic pleasure and growing love with a dominant man. If you're interested in sadomasochism and love based on experience, you've reached the right island.

He whipped me as I danced. Soft lashes like rain delivered with perfect control.
“Good, beautiful.” He held the whip at rest, his breathing moving though his powerful body. “Show me with your body if you want more, and where you want it. Speak to me with your flesh, Cleo. Dance for me.”
I danced, exposing myself, giving him my longing, offering all the tender zones of my being for his whip, his pleasure.

If you enjoy character-driven erotic fiction, BBW & alpha love, or hot romance with supernatural suspense, you'll love Q. Zayne's new BDSM serial. Each episode has its own resolution and the story continues. Submission Island books are for discerning women and men over 18.
No: virgins, pregnancy, name calling, abuse. Yes: passion, suspense, spanking, whipping, male dominance, tough and tender alpha, heroine with self-respect, true love.
Welcome to Submission Island.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Q. Zayne
• Release date: May 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463224335

Q. Zayne

Q. Zayne often appears on top 100 author lists. Q. minored in Classical Archaeology and has an MFA in Creative Writing from SFSU. After teaching at the university, working as an editor, and freelancing, the author embarked on a wild digital publishing adventure. Thanks to fabulous readers, super promoters, and unflagging supporters, Q. writes fiction for a living from the Yucatan, Central America, and the California coast.Check out the Quin Zayne books for dirty, high-heat romance, and Q. Zayne for Erotica and naughty fairy tales.

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Dedication

To T, for his wisdom, kindness, and generosity,

and to D, who inspires me with her spirit and discipline.

A special thank you to the authors and promoters boosting my books.

And to you. I treasure your reviews.

INTO THE DARKNESS

DEAR READER,

Please read the book description to make sure this book suits you. I write to entertain, not to upset anyone.

She wants more than spankings from the hottest man to ever lay hands on her.

Curvy Cleo faces love’s quicksand as her master awakens more of her desires. Marcus fights his past and tests her submission. Cleo’s Egyptian blood her bond with an ancient sacrificial victim attract an enemy.

Secrets includes detailed BDSM and intimate scenes. It’s for readers who enjoy erotic fiction with characters who have inner lives and a heart connection. It focuses on a 28 year-old half-Egyptian woman’s pleasure and growing love with a dominant man. If you’re interested in sadomasochism and love based on experience, you’ve reached the right island.

THE CLICK OF MY HIGH heels in the cool hallway gave the place a lonely and ominous feeling, even though my nerves thrummed with the anticipation of the magic we made here. I tried not to do it, but when I thought of Marcus, my mind was full of ‘we.’ There was no point in thinking of this as though it was a relationship.

I hesitated at the door. The sign that first attracted me marked it, though I could have found my way to it blindfolded. The Spanker. Unlike the first time, there was no question I’d enter the room. I was here to see Marcus, to experience him, and yes, us. That was the magnetism of sadomasochism, part of it, the synergy that happened with a partner in those hidden places, when I was naked in my desire and he met me with his. Nothing else moved me this way.

I opened the door.

The music surprised me. I hurried in and shut the door, as though trying not to let the sounds out, the way I’d take care to keep the cat in, even though I was relieved not to see the cat again. Its presence at the first session made me jealous.

I recognized the rhythms, though I couldn’t name the instruments. It was some kind of Middle-Eastern music, the kind belly dancers used. Did he somehow know I took a couple of classes in college? Despite my initial qualms about being big, it was a wonderful experience, one of the best things I did to make friends with my body.

Marcus sat smiling in the enormous armchair where he gave me such delicious attention. His head and fingers moved in time with the music.

He was doing neck isolations, and doing them well. I’d had the pleasure of watching troops of male dancers perform Middle Eastern dance. It was exquisite to see the male form executing such erotic dance moves. The precision and sensuality delighted me, coupled with muscularity and strength. Male hula dancers excited me, too. Too many Westerners were so bizarre and rigid about masculinity and femininity. There was nothing unmanly about dance.

The precise moves of Marcus’ majestic head confirmed his mastery in all the ways he used his body, whether he was spanking me or impaling me. What other skills did he have?

I gave him a shy smile and headed for the shelf to remove my dress. I felt like a pupil demonstrating she knew this part.

No, Cleo. Stop right there.

I stopped. I trembled. His deep, commanding voice had that effect.

There’s a purpose to the music. You will undress to it. Draw it out like a classic burlesque. No more yanking off your clothes for physical education class.

I blushed. He hadn’t said anything at the time, but he’d noted my resentful undressing.

Yes, Master. I stepped out of my heels and slid them to the wall. This was a barefoot dance. I dropped my self-conscious urge to tiptoe and arch my back. Belly dance was a different way of being in my body, one I learned to enjoy. I took a breath, feeling the tile floor.

"Take your time. Feel the music. Don’t even lift your hem yet. I want you to sway in time. Feel it. Take the music into you. Breathe it in to your body. Move with it in your heart. Feel it low in your belly, in the hara. We’ll be making use of this practice. This will become a foundation for more pleasure. Honor it. Honor yourself. Close your eyes for a moment and cast away all thought. It’s all you and the music now."

I obeyed. The enchanting rhythm, the sweet wind sound, the chimes, spoke to me. The music entered me through my pores, all my openings. I invited it, took it in, and guided it to my heart and hara, between my navel and clit. I sensed it in my crown chakra, and between my pussy and ass. I glowed with it. I loosened, breathed, let it sway me. I stayed there,