Have you ever been cheated on? Have you experienced how much it hurts? Have you done something about, stay and pretend you don’t know, walked out, gotten a little payback, exacted out and out revenge?
That’s the premise of Take Your Pleasure. Natalie catches her boyfriend, and there’s no mistaking what he’s doing! Unless you talk to him, of course. He’s got an excuse! Can you believe it? My husband would call me a plot spoiler if I told you what that paltry excuse was, so I won’t ruin that fun. But what is Natalie to do? If you ask her boss, Lincoln Masters, a little payback is in order. And that’s what Take Your Pleasure is all about, payback, turning the tables. And having a whole lot of naughty fun while they’re doing it.
Here’s a little excerpt of this naughty BDSM-lite story.
A naughty little story with a bit of bondage and a very good spanking! When Natalie Beaumonde catches her boyfriend with another woman, her boss Lincoln Masters hatches a plan to help her show her wandering man the error of his ways. Being a Master himself, Lincoln’s the perfect dom to help Natalie execute the punishment. But Lincoln has an agenda for Natalie of his own.
Excerpt of Take Your Pleasure
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
Natalie wanted to gag. It had been such a shitty week. Mr. Masters was right about everything. She’d failed him miserably, made so many mistakes. He was a hard taskmaster, but she’d always measured up, always delivered more than required. Until last weekend, when she’d walked in on Van with that woman. Now she couldn’t stop replaying those images in her mind, and they seemed to overshadow everything else she was supposed to be doing on the job.
She’d been with Van for two years. At thirty years old, with her own home and a solid job, Natalie had even considered taking the next step with him, moving in together. How could he do that to her? And how could he do that with some horrible woman dressed head to toe in skintight leather?
There wasn’t a single bulge on her lithe form.
Natalie shuddered to think of her own body packed into all that leather. But the worst was the noises he’d made, the sighs, the moans, the cries, the groans of pleasure. He’d never sounded like that with Natalie, never gone utterly wild when she touched him. Not even in the beginning.
“Miss Beaumonde, are you listening to me?”
Oh God. “Of course, sir.” What had he said?
She certainly couldn’t tell Mr. Masters all her personal problems. First of all, she wouldn’t receive an ounce of sympathy. Second, he didn’t believe personal issues should ever get in the way of work. Honestly, neither did she.
He rounded the end of his desk and paced behind her in a semicircle. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at him despite the itch along her spine. You never wanted Mr. Masters at your back when he was pissed at you. Though when he was on your side, there was no greater ally.
“I’m very displeased, Miss Beaumonde, and, quite frankly, shocked.” His breath was at her ear. “This isn’t like you.”
She’d worked for the company for five years and as his executive assistant for a year. She’d always done an exceptional job for him.
“So…” Coming to rest beside her, he lowered his voice to an almost seductive pitch. With his tall form only in her peripheral vision, feeling him next to her rather than seeing him clearly enhanced the effect. His tone was like warm maple syrup drizzled down her spine and licked all the way back up. “You have a decision, my dear,” he finished softly.
She suppressed the urge to shiver. It wasn’t the thing to get turned on by your boss’s voice, especially when you were on the rebound from catching your boyfriend with another woman. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.”
“You most certainly will, Miss Beaumonde.” Facing her, he leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now here’s your choice.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You can tell me what issue has put your job second on your list of priorities.” After a pause, he added, “In detail.”
Oh no no no. She stared at the desktop rather than meet his gaze. Even now, remembering Van’s wild abandon and his total pleasure at the hands of another woman was demoralizing. Natalie had suddenly had it slammed in her face that she wasn’t woman enough for him. And she certainly couldn’t describe what she’d seen.
So, uh, no, not gonna tell Mr. Masters a thing.
“Or,” her boss went on inexorably when she said nothing, “you can bend over my desk, lift your skirt, and take the spanking you so richly deserve.”
Hmm, well, that sounds like Natalie’s getting the punishment, not her erstwhile boyfriend Van! Ah, but that will come later…
So, anyone want to share their experiences about cheating? Maybe lance a little leftover pain?