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Have you read Nexus??? Here’s a little excerpt. Isaac & Katherine’s first meeting.

Ssshhh….Don’t tell Wordgasms I posted this. ~LAINIE

“Master Patrick needed to attend to something, so I’m finishing his demonstration. My name is Master Isaac.”

Mmm…Master Isaac…

“Master Patrick is an expert on flogging,” I state turning my head to try to get a glimpse of him. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you flogging me. I don’t know your credentials. Are you an expert, too?” I ask a little teasingly.

Not that I really care if he’s an expert. I’m just trying to even the playing field a bit.

Feeling his chest against my back, I hear a small grunt of a laugh as he leans down to my ear again.

“Being that I trained Master Patrick, I’m fairly confident I have the credentials to flog you, sub. Shall we continue?”

I reply with a nod and a breathless, “yes.”

Again, he starts stroking the top of my back with the soft strands of leather. It feels amazing, relaxing every muscle it caresses. I close my eyes enjoying the languor. Once again his voice pulls me back…

“To experience the true effects of the flogger, it must strike the skin directly. You have too much covered, something needs to go. I choose the skirt,” he asserts.

My eyes flash open…did I hear him, right? Does he want to take my skirt off? My questions are answered as I feel his hands at my waist.

“WHOA…wait a minute!!!”

Colors…what are the fucking colors…

“YELLOW, RED, PURPLE …WHATEVER! Don’t take my skirt off!!! No, no…NO!!!” I panic.

“Purple…” He snickers.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing…but please, please, please don’t take my skirt off,” I plea.

He steps around and I get my first look into his warm, chestnut eyes that match his hair. My knees slightly give…God, he’s beautiful!

“The Safe word colors are Green, Yellow, and Red. Green, all is good. Yellow, slow down or you need a break. Red, everything stops immediately. You have the control, Katherine. Do you understand?” He reminds me, looking so deep into my eyes, I believe he can see my soul.

I blink to break his intense gaze, as I feel like I’m revealing more than I care to and I nod my head in answer to his question.

“No Katherine, I need a verbal response.”

Taking a deep breath, I reply, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He chides.

“Yes, Sir,” I respond.

Stepping out of my sight, he takes his hand over my ample ass, resting it on my left cheek.

“I want to flog your ass and I want it bare.”

My breath hitches as his hand wonders under my skirt and caresses my skin. Oh my God…what am I doing allowing this man that I don’t know, to place his hand on my bare ass. Shouldn’t I stop this??? Color, color…fuck the colors. I don’t want to stop this. My body is trembling, I know he can feel it.

“How are you, Katherine?” He asks, as if reading my mind.

What do I say? He’s gonna think I’m easy…a whore, if I don’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him. It’s been so long… My body betrays me and answers him, as I let out a weak moan. No doubt he heard, as I hear him let out a small chuckle.

I feel his hands back on my waist at the top of my skirt.

“Please, not the skirt…,” I whine.

Stepping back around in my view…hmmm, maybe I’ll keep complaining so I can keep looking at him. Doubt that will last, though.

“Why do you not want your skirt removed?”

Duh, you’re a stranger and GORGEOUS. And I’m pleasantly plump with extra helpings.


“All right, then the corset comes off,” He says as if it’s a normal, everyday request.

“No, no, no!!!” I plead shaking my head.

Oh, Hell NO…all my tucks will unroll for the world to see. No way!

“What’s the issue? We can discuss it, but it’s going to be one or the other; skirt, corset, or safeword,” he affirms.

I drop my gaze as I can’t look him in the eyes. I’m so embarrassed. Can’t he see…I’m not a young, skinny thing like the blonde bombshell at the door? Where is she anyway? I thought she was his woman. Hell if I would let my man put his hand on another woman’s ass.

“I’m waiting…,” he says firmly.

Taking a deep breath, I steady my nerves and just say it…

“Master Isaac, I’m not young and skinny, I’m middle aged and plump with rolls screaming to get out of this corset. I don’t want to be humiliated. I don’t even know how my name was put on the list,” I confess.

“Are you finished?” He snarls. “I have perfect vision, sub. Now, I gave you a choice, something I rarely do. Either the skirt comes off so I can see your luscious ass; your corset comes off and I flog those delicious looking tits…or you use your safe word. Which is it going to be?” He growls at my neck, soaking my panties.

I’ll never see him or these people again, and I soooo want this now. What the hell…

“The skirt, Sir.”

“Good Girl…” He grins.
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