STEVEN
The Silk Rope Masters Bk 1
by 
Suzy Shearer  
They ooze power, control, natural dominance – and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.​
 
None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they’ll fall fast and hard!
 
When 52 year old Avril Thomson overheard two women talking about a BDSM club, it had her intrigued. Determined to finally explore her desire for pain during sex, she signed up for the information evening at Silk Rope.
 
Steven Bray, 53, is a sadist. He noticed her as soon as he entered into the room, she was hard to ignore. Beautiful, plenty of curves, but with an unapproachable demeanour. His cock had twitched when she admitted she wanted to explore pain – heavy pain.
 
The question is was she a sexual sadist and, if so, would she allow Steven to teach all there was to love about pain.
 
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition, masochism, sadism.  
 
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers. 
 
Heat Rating: Level 4 
Word Count: 64,579 
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STORY EXCERPT:  
        Avril
wondered how she managed to stand. Her legs were weak and wobbly, but she was determined not to show how she really felt. She couldn’t stop shaking as she
followed the two Masters from the lounge and into the foyer.
  Her mouth was dry, her blood rushing through her veins, and in her mind, she could still hear the moans of the women she’d seen. She’d been glad of the chance to get herself under control in the lounge but wasn’t sure she did a very good job. Still, she resolved not to let the man, Steven, see how much she was affected both by the things she’d seen—and by him.
But, judging by the intense looks he’d given her a couple of times, she had the distinct impression he could see right through her pretense. 
          On top of it all, part of her was in total shock—she’d been excited and still felt it!
          After collecting her handbag, somehow, she made it home in one piece, and then she almost threw herself into a cold shower. She needed to calm down, the things she’d seen, the way those men control the situations, the hits—the obvious pain. 
          Even after her shower she was still turned on. Who would have believed it? Who on earth could get excited by watching someone getting whipped? Feeling pain? 
         Only her. 
         She was a woman who’d never gotten excited until now, but more importantly, she was damn aroused! Lying in bed, she remembered every detail, the way those women had screamed, the way each hit had made her wish it was her body stretched out. The way that last woman had been taken.
She’d been fucked—no other way to describe it. And she’d climaxed, screaming in
pleasure when she came! Avril wished it was her. She wished she were the one
stretched out, tied down, and whipped by—by Master Steven.  
          Fuck, this is crazy! I don’t even like the man! He scared me.  
          Still, she fell asleep to dream of those all-seeing gray eyes staring at her, of the way his eyebrow lifted, the tiny quirk of his lips.  
© Suzy Shearer 2018 
ADULT EXCERPT:  
He led his charges through the lounge and turned right into the first scene area. For the nights when there was an information evening, club members knew the first three or four stages either side downstairs would only be used for the “gentler” aspects of the lifestyle.
So this one was mild by BDSM standards—it was a spiderweb. On it, a naked woman was being repeatedly tapped very lightly with a flogger. He heard the swift intake of breath from his student.
Mm, that’s intriguing.
He stood behind Ms. Thompson as several more soft blows landed on the woman’s breasts and smiled to himself when he heard Ms. Thompson’s tiny whispered groan.
They walked between the couches set around the stage. On one a naked woman was sucking a man’s cock while on another a naked man knelt on all fours on the floor, his mistress resting her feet on his buttocks while she chatted to another dominant.
Steven took the three of them into the next scene area to see their reaction. This time it was a St. Andrew’s cross with a woman tied face down on it. The woman screamed—loudly, shouting for the man hitting her to stop. She begged as each strike of the leather crop left an angry red welt across her ass cheeks.
Steven snuck at glance at the beautiful woman beside him. Her eyes had dilated, her nose widened, mouth slightly open. The other couple seemed a little shocked, and Steven got the impression their idea of a “little smacking” would only be limited to hands or maybe the gentle caress of a flogger.
He would show them one last scene to be sure—the fuck bench. He wouldn’t take them any further along or upstairs where some of the more intense scenes would be playing out. They never liked scaring off potential members by overwhelming them too quickly. Instead here he knew Evan had his sub on the bench tonight with Simon to help. It would appear to be an intense scene as far as newbies were concerned. This would give him an idea of how much pain the three charges wanted. When they arrived, he stood between Ms. Thomson and the Ryans, listening and watching carefully to their reactions.
The sub, Denise, was lying face down on the bench with her ass in the air, her wrists and ankles restrained. Simon was hitting her hard with his flogger, much harder than the two previous scenes, and already her back was bright red. Steven knew Denise was no true masochist, although she did enjoy a certain level of pain. Except for Peter’s wife, Renata, there were no true sexual masochists in the club. Steven knew there was no way Denise could handle the volume or strength of the pain he longed to inflict.
They watched as each strike landed. Denise would scream, begging for mercy in between panting loudly. The couple beside him turned away, and he thought the woman looked ill.
Right, they definitely only want to indulge in light spanking.
He glanced down at his other side. Ms. Thomson had leaned forward seemingly subconsciously. When each hit landed, she gave a shudder, but it wasn’t of fear. At least judging by the increase in her breathing and the flush to her face, she was becoming excited.
Evan had been playing with Denise’s pussy, and now he rammed his condom-covered cock deep into her. Ms. Thomson’s groan was much louder this time. He was sure she was unaware of her reaction as Steven’s own cock swelled tightly, and uncomfortably, in his leathers. He waited until Denise’s screams for mercy became screams of delight as she climaxed. The woman alongside of him had been subconsciously panting softly in time with Denise.
Interesting.
 © Suzy Shearer 2018
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