Waiting to be Claimed

By Tia Fanning

YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO THIS YEAR'S CAPTURED AND CLAIMED PRIMAL WEEKEND RETREAT the invitation read. Would I really signup to participate in a CNC scene with strangers at some wilderness location because of a flyer I found on my windshield?

 

…yep.

 

Too stupid to live?

 

…probably.

 

Will I, the prey, be calling out my safeword when I'm captured by a predator who has been waiting to claim me since we met?

 

…you'll have to read my story to find out.

 

Let the hunt begin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fanning, Mason & McKee, LLC
• Release date: Mar 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224478378

Tia Fanning

Tia Fanning has discovered that she always writes a little of herself into every story, and in that vulnerability, is committed to writing the best stories she can, challenging herself and her readers to experience the full range of emotions in every adventure presented. Be it love, lust, humor, grief, or even pushing cultural boundaries that may be deemed shocking by mainstream readers, Tia believes that it is her responsibility to tell the story as honestly as possible without letting her fears, societal pressure, or the possibility of censorship shackle her creativity. Life is a spontaneous, thrilling journey filled with highs and lows and unexpected twists and turns, and Tia wants her stories to reflect that awesome reality.

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Book Description

YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO THIS YEAR’S CAPTURED AND CLAIMED PRIMAL WEEKEND RETREAT the invitation read. Would I really signup to participate in a CNC scene with strangers at some wilderness location because of a flyer I found on my windshield?

...yep.

Too stupid to live?

...probably.

Will I, the prey, be calling out my safeword when I’m captured by a predator who has been waiting to claim me since we met?

...you’ll have to read my story to find out.

Let the hunt begin.

Book Elements

NOTE: THIS MFM CONTEMPORARY Erotic Romance features discipline themes and fetish elements as found in BDSM and other kink lifestyles featuring power exchanges. These fetish elements may include but are not limited to...

Primal Scenes

Consensual Non-Consent

Menage a Trois

Breath Play

Bondage

Exhibition

Corporal Punishment

Romance tropes found in this work of adult Romantic Fiction include...

Alpha Heroes

Full Figured / Plus Sized Heroine / BBW

BDSM

Primal Play

Forced Proximity

Power Dynamics

Menage / Multiple Partners

Please be advised that this love story contains explicit descriptions of intimacy, mature themes, and narratives that are only suitable for mature readers. Enjoy!

Dedication

To Selena Michaels, YD La Mar, and Dani Carr...

In appreciation of our friendship.

Chapter One

As I collected my stuff to leave, I again asked myself why I even bothered. I wasn’t doing anything more than wasting my money here. I went to the club all the time but did nothing. I didn’t top. I didn’t bottom. Instead, I sat at the bar, watched scenes play out, sometimes made idle chitchat with people I didn’t know for the minute or two it took them to get their drinks, then I headed home.

This had been my routine for almost a year.

A bad breakup drew me to this club in the first place. After years of emotional abuse and insipid sex, I wanted to try something different. Something more structured.

I’ll be the first to admit that I had entered into this lifestyle a little naive. I had kind of hoped it would be like the erotic books I often read, like I would walk into the club one day and some sexy Dom—or even sexy sub—someone—anyone—would just come claim me for their own.

That never happened.

I know, it was silly of me to think the world worked this way.

There was no consent in claiming a stranger, right?

And BDSM was all about the consent.

Like I said. Naïve.

Sighing, I gave a half-hearted wave to the bartender and headed toward the exit.

Maybe I wasn’t attractive enough, I mused as I passed club members in all states of dress and undress. While healthy, I was also a little fuller-figured than most men appreciated. But looks shouldn’t matter much in a place like this. Surly there were people who wouldn’t mind a quick session with a stranger whether they were pleasing to the eye or not. Dominants wanted to dominate. Submissives wanted to submit. Switches wanted a chance to do both. And here I was, able and willing, but nothing.

I was kinda over it...

Yet, I returned this place all the time, like I was waiting for something to change...

Waiting for something to happen.

Waiting for someone to see me.

Waiting for someone to think I was worth approaching—other than the bartender who served me alcohol.

Anyway, I was not sure who or what I was waiting for, just that I was. I was opened to entertain anyone willing to give me an experience beyond the nothingness that was currently my life. I had grown that desperate. Other than the bartender on shift working hard for their tip, I had very little interaction. It was all so...mundane.

Unfortunately, unless someone was brave enough to come up to me, nothing was ever going to change. I’m not sure why I was too shy to approach the other members. I guess I didn’t want to intrude. I hadn’t jumped into another committed relationship after my awful breakup. I hadn’t even used the dating app I had downloaded for casual sex. The only sex I’d had since I left the asshole was with myself.

At least it was satisfying. Couldn’t say the same for the ex.

Shaking my head in the disappointment of it all, and my life in general, I pushed out the front doors—even held one open for a nice couple coming in who offered me their gratitude but not their eye contact. With another sigh, I let it swing close once they were through.

I navigated the darkened parking lot, grateful that there were people around even if none of them bothered to speak to me. The sun had set. The night was filled with an air of fun, but it wasn’t meant for me. I would be returning home by myself, unsatisfied, once again.

Maybe it was time to get a pet. I was giving myself a complex by hanging out at this club alone but not alone all the time just so I wouldn’t feel lonely. I probably needed find a real hobby besides stalking a BDSM joint.

Maybe I needed to play BINGO or something. At least at BINGO, I might meet some older, wealthy glucose guardian who was as lonely as me. Not that I needed their money. I had plenty. I just didn’t