Fused: a Sypricon Masters collection: Sypricon Masters

By Sara Brookes

This bundle contains five books in the bestselling dystopian Sypricon Masters series. 

 

Impulse Control 

 

Selene Orosova has come to Sypricon for one reason--distraction. She's convinced the exclusive BDSM club, Tawse, is the place to escape the haunting nightmare of being a Planetary Marshal. She wants to get in and get off. And she's never met a Dom she couldn't walk away from. Until she meets him...

 

Vaughn is immediately captivated by Selene's wildness. He knows he'll have to break through her walls in order to get her on her knees. Determined, Vaughn pushes every limit she has with an authority no one else has been willing to give her. She'll just need the courage to accept his command...and his love.

 

Perfect Limit 

 

As a child, Rayna Donaghy was abandoned and left for dead. As an adult, Rayna lives with the reminder no one wants her. The only place she feels safe is Tawse where sensual delights and gorgeous Masters are always willing to please--no matter how scarred her skin, her psyche or her heart.

 

Burke is mesmerized by the stubborn woman under his command. However, when he reaches his limit of her self-loathing, he is determined to prove just how gorgeous, and loveable, she truly is. Even if he needs to push every hard limit she has. Burke lays Rayna bare to show her that being perfect is simply a matter of perception.

 

No Restraint 

 

Kegan struggles with the intense scrutiny of the public eye. The demand of competing on the Aeronautical Racing Circuit means she has to tuck away her lifestyle choices, and put her racing first. But when she's forced to take a break, she heads straight to Tawse. No one there cares about her fame and fortune.

 

Walker knows something is special about the gorgeous hot-shot racer. The enigmatic beauty draws him in and makes him yearn to have her under his command. A Master of his craft, Walker exposes the dark secrets of Kegan's soul. Taking her further than she's ever been, he's certain it won't be long until he shows Kegan how unrestrained submission can heal her damaged heart.

 

Slow Break 

 

Jack thought he made the right choice to walk away from the only man he ever cared for. But a life-altering tragedy has shown him the error of his ways. Determined to make amends, Jack is more than prepared to kneel before the Dom he left abruptly. Even if that means submitting to another Master to prove his love.

 

Denton is bound by rules. Jack's membership has been terminated. But their relationship isn't confined to Dom and sub. Or the walls of the BDSM club. Both men want more. Much, much more. So, Denton does the only thing his instincts as a Dom tell him to do. After all, some men, like rules, are meant to be broken.

Dark Master 

 

Tragically injured in the line of duty, Reeva Nix lost her sight...and her spirit. She goes through the motions of life without a sense of direction or purpose. The exclusive BDSM club on Sypricon is the perfect venue for her to forget what sets her apart from other submissives. Except nobody wants damaged goods.

Korsen prefers the no-strings-attached approach when he plays with the pretty submissives at Tawse. When he spots a gorgeous sub who doesn't realize her full potential, he takes charge and plunges Reeva into a world of total sensory deprivation. Under his skilled touch, she discovers the true meaning of surrender. But the cover of darkness reveals unexpected emotions. Korsen will have to choose between what his role as Master demands and what his heart now craves.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silver Phoenix Labs
• Release date: Nov 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519938169

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Fused

a Sypricon Masters collection

Copyright 2015 Sara Brookes

Cover art and book design by Silver Phoenix Labs

Impulse Control, Perfect Limit, and No Restraint

Copyright 2014 Sara Brookes

Slow Break

Copyright 2014 Sara Brookes

Dark Master

Copyright 2015 Sara Brookes

Edited by: Tracey West

This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used factiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language that may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

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Table of Contents

Impulse Control

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Perfect Limit

Chapter One

Chapter Two

No Restraint

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Slow Break

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Dark Master

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Sneak Peeks

Taken Deep

Excerpt

Midnight’s Ghost

Chapter One

Shift of Command

Chapter One

About the Author

Other Titles by Sara Brookes

Connect with Sara

Impulse Control

Selene Orosova has come to Sypricon for one reason–distraction. And she is convinced the exclusive BDSM club, Tawse, is the place to escape the haunting nightmare of being a Planetary Marshal. She just wants to get in and get off. And she’s never met a Dom she couldn’t walk away from.

Until she meets this Sypricon Master...

Vaughn is immediately captivated by Selene. There is a wildness about her that he yearns to tame. But he knows he’ll have to break through her walls in order to get her on her knees. Determined, Vaughn pushes every limit she has with an authority no one else has been willing to give her. She’ll just need the courage to accept his command...and his love.

Warning: Contains a Dom willing to go the distance with a lesson in pleasure using technology-infused nipple clamps, collars, cuffs and floggers. Playing with toys never felt so satisfying.

Impulse Control was previously published in 2011, has been extensively revised

Chapter One

Her day had turned out to be the cherry on top of a shitty week sundae.

When Selene had left the law enforcement station after shift and fired up her personal shuttle, she’d realized she hadn’t been in the mood to be alone. She’d needed something to remind herself she could still experience pleasure and joy. That life wasn’t bloody crime scenes and chasing ego-maniacal perps bent on seeing her dead.

After a short planet jump from Miravon, she reached Sypricon, and within minutes of landing her personal cruiser, was settled at the chest-high bar at Tawse. As she tapped her booted foot to the rhythm of the pulsing music, her gaze scanned the fetish club. The only action in the establishment was a threesome in a corner. A man attended two women, who both had their arms—four a piece—strapped with metal bands to the wall. While it was obvious the man had a skilled tongue, his particular talent wasn’t what Selene Orasova sought.

Any of the Doms at the club could get a woman off.

She wanted more.

He’s not here yet. Despite the admission, Bales sounded amused.

Selene hid her frown as she turned to the bartender who had been slinging drinks in Tawse long before she began frequenting the establishment. Bales Christenson was a retired communications officer who had been hurt during the Earth Wars. And he was as charming as he was stern. Most of the time, Selene loved his no-nonsense demeanor. But given her mood, he was simply an irritation.

I just came in for one of your house specialty hydrators.

A sharp bark of laughter caused her to grimace. You’ve been coming here for years and you ain’t never come in just for a drink.

Damn wily drink slinger and his impeccable memory. While she would have commended that kind of brain power in a witness, she didn’t like it turned against her. When I need to celebrate closing a case, I do.

Right. Sure. The look on his weathered face indicated he knew better. This was a club built for selling dominance and submission to willing customers. Not drinks. Kaber is over there. Given the moans coming from that direction, he’ll be finished shortly. Merc has a private session downstairs. And the one you ain’t looking for should be here before the hour is up.

Drink, she reinforced. That’s it.

Bushy black eyebrows lifted. Sticking to that half-cocked story, huh? So be it.

Selene watched him move off to clean the far end of the bar. Bales was right. She wasn’t here for a drink. Especially when he didn’t serve anything with a serious kick. Hydrators from all reaches of the universe. Juice from a nearby planet. Mint fizzes for the club’s owner. But not a drop of alcohol.

The enigmatic man was too crafty for his own good. Selene was here because she’d needed a reason to celebrate. To remind herself that she hadn’t just spent the past week chasing after a serial killer who had decided it would be thrilling to pick off small children.

Five planets, twenty kids, and the bastard had finally slipped up.

Those moments of glory made all the crappy days worth the hassle.

The families would get their justice and Selene would move to her next assignment. Shitty as those facts were, it was just another day in the life of a Planetary Marshal. Though she loved her job, her boss said she took the work too personally. Occasionally, it was hard not to. Being around so much death could drill deep inside a person’s brain. Add in the fact her jurisdiction spanned two frontier galaxies and the reason she came to Tawse in order to blow off steam was pretty evident.

Come to celebrate snagging your man?

As the feminine voice broke the air, Selene smiled. Like always.

Haven’t seen much of you around lately. Work keeping you busy?

Selene turned and nearly snorted at the ensemble the woman wore. The inky black suit sparkled despite the low light. The suit was so well-cut and stylish, Selene knew it had to be worth a year of her income. Must have been nice to rake in those kinds of credits. You look like an advertisement for New Vegas.

Possibly. I do hold a controlling interest there. Hearing Miranda Spaulding was a partner in the planet whose sole purpose was to deliver pleasure in any possible form to willing clients wasn’t a shock. There was always money to make in sex. Even in the furthest reaches of the galaxy. I have a function to attend tonight that requires a bit more flair.

Selene noticed then that Miranda’s silver hair had been swept away from her flawless face and clipped back into an extravagant silver barrette. Bright blue eyes shined with pleasure, and she wore only minimal makeup. Miranda was a woman who’d chosen to accept her aging gracefully without any of the normal high-end enhancements.

Function, huh? So that’s what you’re calling it these days.

Miranda smoothed a hand over her hair. Should be a quiet night here. Most of the staff is going to be at the Fetish Ball with me. Client hired the whole lot of us to provide entertainment for the night. So, if you’re looking for any of your usual Doms, you’re going to have to come back another night.

What about Kaber over there?

The man in question was now sandwiched between the two women. He’d latched his mouth to the breast of one woman while burying his cock deep in the other. Decent. He still needs work. Not your caliber, though. Too light of a touch for your taste, I believe. He’s more about the sex than the control. Merc is with a sub downstairs.

So I heard. Selene thought about the few times she’d watched Merc in a scene. Last time she’d been here, he’d drawn an audience with a seasoned submissive and an impulse cane. While it had held entertainment value, the line ended there for Selene. Too heavy of a touch.

Pain wasn’t her pleasure.

True. He does favor more pain than the other Doms.

Selene sighed heavily. May just finish this up then and head home. Chief gave me a few days off, but I’ll just take the early shift tomorrow. Let someone else use the time.

Miranda pushed off the stool. As she tapped her hand on the bar, her impeccably polished nails clicked against the top. Sugar, if you’re just trying to manipulate me into offering Vaughn to you, best work on those skills of yours.

I wasn’t here to see—

He’ll arrive in a few minutes, Miranda interrupted with a kind smile. Talk to him yourself. You know the rules.

Selene returned with a huff to her drink to drown her sorrows. She hadn’t come specifically for Vaughn. Well, not really. She’d come in order to forget an unfortunate side effect of her job. To escape the death and blood around her on a daily basis. To get her out of her brain for five minutes.

Problem was, whatever scene she participated in would be a quick hit. An illusion of relief. What she needed the most was someone to push her. To shove past barriers she struggled to demolish. Her law enforcement instincts were too ingrained to allow her to fully submit. Most Doms found out she was a cop and went easy on her. She needed someone who wasn’t afraid of her badge.

Another glance around showed the threesome had finally broken up and the two women sat quietly off to the side chatting. Miranda had been serious when she said it would be a slow night.

This wasn’t the sort of quiet Selene wanted.

Or needed.

She pushed away from the bar and promptly ran into a solid wall of muscle. A hand shot out to steady her before she tumbled to the floor. Cool blue eyes met hers as she lifted her gaze. His blinding smile was so wide it crinkled the corner of his eyes. A rush of heat swamped her.

Wherever it is you’re going, you’re sure in a hurry to get there. Hope whoever you’re rushing toward appreciates the effort.

The deep bass notes in his voice made her stomach flip before her tongue knotted as though it was too thick for her mouth. She’d always been considered tall, but Vaughn towered over her. Her nose barely cleared his pectoral muscles and his biceps were bigger than her thigh. Something deep in her core clenched.

Yeah. He definitely did it for her.

In spades.

Vaughn smiled as he released her arm. "Be careful next time. Bales, got any high quality ishke back there? Not that piss colored stuff you like to pass off as ishke either." He tilted his head to excuse himself, and moved to the other end of the bar.

She cursed silently for turning into an idiot the moment she realized Vaughn had arrived. She was a Planetary Marshal for fuck’s sake. Wrestling mass murders to the ground as they punched and kicked for freedom was an everyday occurrence. How was it possible for him to turn her into a useless pile of muck with just a sentence or two? Damn him for owning a fucking cunning smile that turned her insides to jelly.

She spun on her heel and shoved her hands in her pockets, humiliated because she couldn’t even talk to Vaughn, much less ask for what she wanted. Damn Miranda and her rules.

Time to escape.

Her mouth and brain finally connected. Going to jet out of here, Bales. Looks like another night with some vids and a lot of alcohol. Thanks for the drink.

As she started to step forward, a solid body blocked her. She looked up to find Vaughn’s addictive smile beaming down at her again. I can think of a few more entertaining ways to spend an evening.

Her earlier nervousness vanished, replaced with annoyance. So can I.

Tell me. The power behind the command washed over her, touching off fires deep in her belly. She thought she knew what it meant to be under a Dom’s guidance, but the authority behind those two words indicated this was a man who excelled at his job.

She felt compelled to do as he instructed without argument. I need to feel alive again.

Well now, I think I can accommodate that. Why don’t you go change and then meet me over on the platform in ten minutes? Even though it was a question, Selene felt as if she didn’t have a choice.

Immediately, she nodded her acceptance and moved forward to the small room set aside as an intimate changing area. Unlike the Marshal multi-species locker area, this room was warm and inviting. A space for clients who came here immediately after work and needed to change. It was also a place to collect their thoughts and find that headspace where they could truly find their center.

She remembered she hadn’t brought anything appropriate to wear.

Damn spur of the moment trip.

Disappointment was running rampant tonight. She turned at the door, only to see he hadn’t moved. Gah. Why the fuck did Vaughn have to be such a model of walking dominance and sex? Hard and mean. Broad shouldered and thickly muscled. That smile of his was downright sinful. I don’t have anything to wear.

You’ll find something befitting of the situation if you look around enough. He faced Bales without further clarification.

As the door to the room closed, she noticed a small silver case on the padded bench in front of her. She’d spent enough time at the club to know what she’d find when she opened the latch. But this time, uncovering a Dom’s toys was somehow different. Inside wouldn’t just be an obscure collar and a pair of bland, unadorned cuffs.

These were his.

Ignoring everything else, she cautiously stepped forward to hover over the bench. Her hand shook as she reached forward. She stopped, inhaled a cleansing breath to quell the nervousness, and started again. Familiar with similar cases, she tapped the lid with a finger. The clamshell opened to reveal two small silver colored bars nestled amid a nest of dark cranberry silk. They sat on either side of a larger, more complex bar about the size of her fist. The items appeared innocent enough.

How would it feel to have them on?

Fueled by the unknown, the what-ifs, she extracted the larger piece and set it just above the hollow of her throat. As soon as the device made contact with her skin, it activated. The weight of the energy field felt heavy as it circled her neck. Evidently, it was something he had custom programmed. Most collars couldn’t be felt at all. At least the ones she’d worn. Vaughn wanted whoever wore one of his devices to know the collar was in place. To know he owned them for the time they wore the item.

Pleased, she picked up the other two pieces. Each rested over the pulse point on the inside of her wrists, activating on contact. Just as the collar, the cuffs held a detectable weight. A soft red glow shined against her skin. Another sign these belonged to Vaughn. Each Dom employed at Tawse had been assigned color-coded impulse devices. Members could own similar pieces, but they were forbidden to use them during a scene at the club.

Anchored to the moment, and feeling more secure, she turned to face the armoire. As she opened the door, she saw a scrap of black material had been folded carefully on the shelf. Directly below, a pair of knee high stiletto boots rested.

With a small smile, she carefully removed her pants and shirt. She then piled her department issue weapon and badge on top and secured everything in a locked drawer until she returned to retrieve them. Stripped of her everyday confines—her job, her duty, her life—she was free.

Wearing the boots and thong, she stepped out, and scanned the club. The habit was instinctual. An ingrained practice beaten into her during months and months of training at the Academy. Not something she could just turn off on a whim. Or a piece of her make-up that would simply vanish when she wore cuffs and a collar.

A few patrons still milled around the bar area. Merc and the sub he’d taken down to the lower level had returned. A gorgeous being with shimmery gold skin and vivid pink hair sat cradled in his lap, wearing an expression of contentment. Well and thoroughly satisfied.

A shiver of expectation swelled through Selene. Would she ever find a Dom who lavished her with the same sort of treatment? Would Vaughn finally be the one to give it to her? Aftercare was an important part once a Dom and sub completed a scene. But the way Merc cuddled his submissive wasn’t something