No Excuses No Regrets Teaser #rabtbooktours

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BDSM Erotica

Date Published: August 7, 2026

Tonight, Marley will beg for every forbidden thing she’s too proud to ask for.

Marley -- I built the model. Denton stole the credit, sabotaged my numbers, and tried to bury me in front of the client. Then Lucan walks in. Three nights ago, he was the Dom who bound my wrists, stripped away my control, and made me scream inside Sanctum Black. Today, he’s the client who can save my career -- or destroy it. He demands I lead the account. Demands a direct line to me. And when he orders me back to his private room, kneeling and waiting, I know exactly what he wants. Worse, I know exactly how badly I want to give it to him.

Lucan -- Marley thinks she can hide behind sharp suits, sharper words, and professional boundaries. She’s wrong. I saw what she needed the first night I had her under my hands. I saw the hunger, the surrender, the beautiful way she fought herself before giving in. Her boss tried to take what belonged to her. I handled that. Now I’ll handle Marley. I won’t break her. I’ll bind her, test her, praise her, punish her, and make her beg. She’s mine. By the time I’m done, she’ll say it. More? She’ll believe it.

 

EXCERPT

 

Marley

I sat at my desk, staring at my finished project. Three weeks of work stacked into a clean PowerPoint. The numbers aligned. The previous projections had been spot on, and I had worked to complete this project and move to the next phase for over two years. Now waves had started in upper management. The completed work would not be presented by me.

My boss, Denton, had made that clear in his email yesterday. He would lead. I would attend as backup for any questions he couldn’t answer. The email didn’t mention why he’d pulled the rug out from under me, but I had a good idea.

My phone buzzed. A text from the front: Denton wanting me in the conference room now. I’d already sent him my presentation for review so I couldn’t imagine why he’d want me early. Even with him doing the bulk of the meeting, I still had prep work to finish.

With a sigh, I shut my laptop and slipped it into my briefcase before leaving my tiny cubicle. The open-plan office stretched around me. No one looked up… which was the first warning. The conference room sat at the far end of the floor, all glass walls and polished table. I could see two junior associates already seated inside, their postures attentive, laptops open. Denton stood at the head of the table with the room’s projection screen pulled down. The navy suit he wore looked expensive and tailored, his tie perfectly straight.

I stepped inside and the door closed behind me with a soft click. Denton did not look up from his phone. “Marley. Thank you for joining us.” He set his phone down and reached for the laptop in front of him. “I’ve made a few adjustments to the presentation.”

He opened the file to the first slide. My name in the bottom corner was now gone, replaced by his name in a large, bold font.

He glanced up at me. “Optics. I’m sure you understand.” His curt explanation cut me off before I fully processed he’d actually taken credit for my work. His voice stayed level. I opened my mouth to object but heard how petty I’d sound in front of my colleagues. “The client expects senior leadership on engagements of this size. It’s about inserting confidence into the relationship between our companies.”

Neither of the other two men in the room spoke up. Instead, they both kept their eyes on their own screens.

“This is an editorial decision, not a reflection on your work.” Denton smiled, though there was nothing remotely friendly or pleasant about the expression on his face. “You’ll be in the room. You’ll have the opportunity to contribute during Q&A.”

My heart pounded in alarm. He was edging me out. Denton had every intention of taking credit for the work we’d done on the first phase. He knew enough about the next steps to make everything work, but I doubted he could explain the finer points, or keep the project on track to meet the projections for phase two which would mean a significant delay in phase three. Assuming the assigned team made it to phase three.

“I understand the optics,” I said. My voice came out clipped, precise. Anything louder would give him what he wanted. “But the analysis is mine. The client should know who built it in case there are adjustments leading into phase two.”

“Of course.” Denton nodded as if I had said something helpful. Then he pulled up a slide with a page I had never seen. A figure chart with numbers that did not match any data set I’d worked with.

“I did want to raise one concern.” He turned the slide toward the juniors. “This figure. The correlation coefficient here is significantly off from the rest of the model. I caught it during my review.”

The room went very quiet. I stared at the slide. The numbers were wrong. They weren’t numbers I had generated and they definitely didn’t belong in my analysis. Nor had I put them there. Suddenly, everything made sense. The way he’d undercut me in the first meeting when he’d replaced my topic without notice. The way he’d taken credit for my work. He wanted point on this project and the prestige that went with it.

“This is exactly the kind of oversight that concerns me,” Denton continued. His tone had shifted to something gentler, almost paternal. “Attention to detail matters at this level. The client will have questions. We need to be prepared with answers.”

My whole body broke out into a sweat, the visceral reaction to the way I’d just been undercut. My jaw tightened. The furrow between my brows deepened, a physical response I could not control.

“That slide isn’t mine,” I said. The words came out steady. Barely.

Denton’s expression did not change. “The file was submitted to me under your name.”

“I didn’t build that chart. The numbers are wrong.”

“Then we’ll correct it.” He set the slide down. “The important thing is that we caught it before the client saw it. That’s what a senior review process is for.” Could he sound more patronizing?

Through the glass walls, I could see heads turning toward the conference room. Not staring directly. The careful, sidelong attention of people who understood exactly what was happening without needing to hear the words. The shape of a public correction. The unmistakable geometry of a superior establishing dominance.

 

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Bad Decisions Make Good Lovers Teaser #rabtbooktours

(Sanctum Black 2): A Razor's Edge Enemies to Lovers BDSM Erotica Short

Erotica

Date Published: June 12, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press

Sanctum Black. Rules Marley can follow. Boundaries she won’t cross. Until Lucan…

Marley’s built her life on control. Sanctum Black is the only place she feels safe enough to let go. No names. No past. No attachments. Then Lucan walks in and shatters every one of them. He sees through every wall she’s built and takes exactly what she’s too afraid to give. One night was supposed to be enough. It isn’t. Because now he wants more than her submission… he wants her. And walking away might break her…

Lucan doesn’t believe in coincidence, and he definitely doesn’t walk away from something worth keeping. Marley thinks she’s in control, but he knows better. She’s been hiding behind rules instead of facing what she really needs. Him. Claiming her means crossing lines that can’t be uncrossed, inside Sanctum and out, but once he decides she’s his, there’s no backing down. Marley isn’t a game or a temporary escape. She’s everything. And Lucan doesn’t lose what belongs to him.

Excerpt

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Marley

I slipped through the unmarked door next to the rear entrance of the art gallery, nodding to the security guard, who recognized me despite my elaborate mask. The transition from bright city lights to the subdued glow of the gallery always felt like crossing a threshold between worlds. Tonight, I needed that separation more than usual. The workday had left its residue on my skin, a film of expectations and responsibilities that clung despite my shower. Sanctum Black waited below, promising the only freedom I truly trusted.

“Good evening, Ms. Marley,” the attendant murmured, his eyes never quite meeting mine. Only first names mattered at Sanctum Black, and only the first name of our choosing. I could be anyone I wanted to be.

I offered my keycard to the attendant. He scanned it at the elevator and the doors slid open silently. “Your usual table is ready. Enjoy your evening.” He offered no other pleasantries.

I nodded politely before stepping into the elevator, the doors closing as I turned. The car descended smoothly. When the doors opened to the main lounge, I welcomed the subtle jazz playing through hidden speakers. Sanctum Black represented the only truly safe place in my life. Confidentiality was not a suggestion here. There were hard penalties for even acknowledging anyone you’d met at Sanctum on the outside. The privacy appealed to me more than even the physical release I never failed to receive.

Black velvet stretched across the walls, muffling sound and creating a soothing feel to the atmosphere. The amethyst sconces cast their violet glow in hypnotic patterns. I inhaled the soothing scent of lavender.

Clear rules protected everyone here. I needed that. No one judged at Sanctum. No one got into the club who hadn’t been completely and thoroughly vetted. And no one talked. Ever.

Outside these walls, my life consisted of endless decisions. Even personal relationships became battlegrounds at times. But here, consent was explicit and spelled out beforehand. Desires were stated plainly. Limits were respected absolutely. And for a brief moment, I could surrender to someone, if only in small measure.

I moved deeper into the room. A hostess appeared at my elbow, her approach silent on the thick carpet. “Welcome back,” she said, with a polite smile and escorted me further inside.

The corner table offered the perfect vantage point to see the room so I could… watch. I loved how people interacted with each other here. The dynamics fascinated me on a purely intellectual level. Some of the most powerful men and women in the world frequented Sanctum Black. When provided a place offering complete and guaranteed anonymity, the true nature of these people came through.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t number among the rich and powerful people here. I’d helped out Mr. Price, the owner of the club, a couple of years ago. My membership was an expression of his gratitude.

I settled into a velvet chair behind the low table, allowing myself to sink into its embrace. I set my leather play bag at my feet next to the table.

A server approached almost immediately, carrying a crystal tumbler on a black lacquered tray, the amber liquid inside catching fragments of the purple light. “Your Macallan 18, neat,” he said, placing it on the obsidian coaster. Another gift from Mr. Price each time I visited.

“Thank you.” I tried to always thank the staff. Mr. Price had been kind to me. The first sip, as always, warmed me all the way down in the most pleasant way. This small pleasure settled me.

Though the club was relatively quiet tonight, the room filled as regulars occupied their usual territories while newcomers gravitated toward the central bar.

A man I recognized, but had never met personally, occupied a leather armchair near the east wall, one leg crossed casually over the other. I knew him only as Lucan. Anything said about him usually only happened in hushed whispers in private.

I noticed Lucan was paying more attention to me tonight because every time I looked up at him, his gaze was pinned me. Unlike the careful poise most patrons maintained, his posture suggested coiled energy, barely contained. Dark hair fell just slightly out of place above eyes that seemed to take in everyone and everything around him. I’d had patrons stare at me before, but nothing like this man. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. Or maybe, like he already owned me and waited for me to catch up and get the message.

This time when our gazes connected across the room, I didn’t look away and he didn’t back down. I had a brief moment to wonder if I might have somehow stepped into a trap. I usually kept pretty much to myself, only occasionally seeking out a professional at the club to scene with in private. As was the way of the people here, that unspoken request was usually honored and no one approached me.

Lucan ignored that unspoken protocol. His stare was direct. Unwavering. It held none of the polite distance that formed Sanctum’s foundation. He watched me with such focused intent that I felt my skin warm under invisible fingertips.

 

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Enemies With Benefits Teaser #rabtbooktours

 

Sanctum Black (#1)

A Razor’s Edge Enemies to Lovers BDSM Erotica Short

BDSM Erotica

Date Published: February 27, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press

Power made them enemies. Desire makes them reckless. One surrender changes everything.

Mira: Elias Hartmann is a billionaire power player and my biggest professional obstacle. Six months of brutal negotiations turned into six months of tension I refuse to name. Every meeting is a battle. Every look feels like a challenge I shouldn’t want to accept. Then I receive an invitation to Sanctum Black. A private sex club where power, and desire collide. When Elias appears, I should leave. Instead, I let him show me exactly how thin the line is between control and surrender. Outside, we’re enemies fighting for the upper hand. Inside, I give him everything I pretend I don’t crave.

Elias: Mira Calder doesn’t bend. She dismantles. Brilliant, relentless, and impossible to ignore. I wanted her from the first meeting. Not romance. Not dates. I wanted to break her composure and earn her surrender. Sanctum Black gives us rules, boundaries, and privacy with no consequences. Just heat, power, and obsession in a safe, anonymous environment. She’s my equal in the boardroom. In the dark, she’s mine to challenge and claim. Enemies to lovers. High-stakes power play. One mistake neither of us can afford to walk away from untouched.

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Mira

The moment I crossed the threshold of my apartment, I kicked off my heels, not caring where they landed. My feet throbbed with the special kind of pain reserved for women who spent twelve hours in Italian leather torture devices, all for the sake of standing eye-to-eye with men who confused height with authority. The negotiation with Elias Hartmann had dragged on until sunset, both of us refusing to yield on key points until our respective teams were practically falling asleep at the table. I’d won this round, but victory felt hollow when measured against the ache behind my eyes.

“Fuck it,” I muttered to no one, dropping my briefcase on the entryway bench. My apartment greeted me with familiar silence, the kind I usually found comforting after days filled with strategic verbal combat. Tonight, though, it felt like just another empty space.

I shrugged off my blazer and hung it with more care than I’d shown my shoes. Six hundred dollars of tailored wool deserved better, even if I couldn’t muster the energy to pick up my heels, which were now scattered across my polished hardwood floor. My blouse came next, the top three buttons already undone during the elevator ride up. Freedom, in small increments.

The wine rack in my kitchen called to me like a beacon. I selected a Cabernet I’d been saving, though I couldn’t remember why. Some mythical special occasion that never materialized. The cork came free with a satisfying pop that echoed in my silent kitchen.

I didn’t bother with a glass at first, taking a generous swig straight from the bottle. Only after that initial hit did I pour properly, the dark liquid swirling as I carried it to my living room. The tension in my neck had transformed into something solid, a concrete weight pressing down on my spine. I rolled my head, feeling vertebrae pop in protest.

Elias fucking Hartmann. The man was infuriating. Brilliant, undoubtedly, but maddening in a way that made me want to either slap him or…

I cut that thought off, unwilling to follow where it led. Six months of negotiations over this acquisition, and the progress we’d made could be measured in millimeters. Every concession was a battle, every clause scrutinized with microscopic closeness.

I raised my wine glass to take a healthy pull. I couldn’t deny the grudging respect I’d developed for my opponent. He had a mind like a steel trap and eyes that missed nothing. Including, I suspected, the way my breath sometimes caught when he leaned too close across the conference table.

I massaged my temples, pressing hard enough to make little starbursts appear behind my closed eyelids. Professional attraction was a complication I didn’t need. Especially not with someone whose corporate ambitions directly opposed my client’s interests.

Something caught my eye as I passed entryway table. A black envelope, sleek and heavy, with a minimalist gold emblem stamped in the corner. I froze, wine glass halfway to my lips. It definitely hadn’t been there this morning.

Setting down my glass, I approached the envelope cautiously, as though it might bite. My building had excellent security, a key consideration when I’d purchased the apartment. Someone placing this here meant either my security had been compromised, or…

I picked it up, feeling the substantial weight of the cardstock. Expensive. The gold emblem caught the light, an ornate “SB” intertwined in a design that managed to suggest both elegance and something darker. No postage, no address. Just my name in metallic ink that gleamed under my fingertips.

I slid my finger under the flap, breaking the wax seal that I hadn’t initially noticed. Inside was a single card of the same heavyweight black stock, text printed in the same gold ink.

To: Ms. Mira Calder

You are cordially invited to Sanctum Black, where discretion meets pleasure without judgment. Your reputation for excellence has been noted by our selection committee. Should you choose to accept, present this invitation at 1158 Blackwood Avenue at 10 PM this evening.

Boundaries respected. Desires fulfilled.

Sanctum Black

Your privacy is our sacred covenant

HW George

Concierge

I turned the card over, looking for more information, but found only the same emblem from the envelope. Sanctum Black. I’d heard whispers about it in certain circles. Sanctum Black was an exclusive club where the elite could shed their public personas. Not exactly a sex club, but definitely not a simple social club either. The kind of place where people went when they wanted experiences they couldn’t get elsewhere, with the absolute certainty that what happened there would never leave its walls.

My analytical mind immediately began dissecting how my name had reached their “selection committee.” Who had recommended me? What did they know about me that made them think I’d be interested? And more importantly, who else might I encounter there?

 

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The Boss Preorder Blitz #rabtbooktours

BDSM Erotica

Date to be Published: August 29, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

This post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.

Maxwell Barnes runs the top law firm in the city, owns a private BDSM club, and has more money than he can spend in a lifetime. He gets everything he wants, and now he wants his paralegal, Aaron Marshall. Mixing work and pleasure is a big no-no, but their mutual attraction is off the charts. The one thing Maxwell isn’t looking for is love, but sometimes fate has a mind of its own.

Praise for The Boss (Roosters)

"I found this to be an interesting and sexy short read... I adored Aaron right from the get-go and found him delightful and really easy to relate to. The chemistry between the two men is delicious, the kink is hot and well written and for a fun and quick read this story certainly fits the bill to my mind."

-- Fern, Long and Short Reviews

 

Excerpt

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Copyright ©2025 Gale Stanley

Fucking traffic. Even at this hour of the day, the streets were as jammed as my calendar. Doesn’t matter what I drive. My Mercedes-Maybach won’t get me to the office any faster than a Prius, but my ride got a lot of looks. It commanded the eye as well as the road. I imagined the other drivers were wondering what VIP was enjoying all this luxury. The thought ignited me. Being the center of attention was a turn-on. It was better than sex.

At last, my building came into view. It was an impressive sight. The Barnes Building was a soaring glass tower, twenty stories high, and one of the most prestigious addresses in the city. I helped design it myself. I demanded a seat at the table with the architects and builders, and my input resulted in a stunning building that met my needs. If you want something done right, do it yourself. ‘Nuff said.

I turned into the parking garage and pulled into my reserved spot, savoring the rewards of success. My car, my building, designer duds, a Rolex, they were all symbols of my wealth and status. None of it was due to luck. I worked damn hard to get where I was, long hours, high-profile court cases, good investments… I was on top of the world. Now I was ready to enjoy myself. For years work had overshadowed everything else in my life. I had made a name for myself and accumulated stuff, but I had neglected the hedonistic pleasures that shaped my life. It was time to focus on the thing that lit me up. BDSM. Erotic play made me feel complete. It energized me. I just needed the right partner. Lately, I had wondered whether the man I wanted even existed. It was a tall order to fill.

I knew who I was and what I wanted -- single, gay Dom looking for a playmate, not a relationship. Nothing serious or exclusive. I wanted a man who was submissive because he loved the way it made him feel, but finding a compatible play partner wasn’t easy. In the past I’d had partners who played at being submissive so they could gain access to me. They were only interested in my prestige and money. I liked a man who was willing to work hard and make it on his own. Someone who was constantly learning and wanted to challenge his limits.

Even with my connections, it was difficult to meet men because my kink was a well-hidden secret. Submissives who were looking for a Dom wouldn’t know how to find me. It had been a long time since my Dominant side got any attention, and it had been frustrating as hell.

Until the day Aaron Marshall showed up. We had instant chemistry. Chemistry counted for a lot, but it wasn’t everything. There had to be more to it than attraction. The big question was, could we build something on that chemistry? This was such an improbable match, I couldn’t believe it was more than a fluke. But what if it wasn’t? I intended to find out because I was used to getting what I wanted, and I wanted this man.

I took the private elevator to the top floor. My suite was bright and modern, a stark contrast to my public office one floor down. There it was all cherry wood and leather, the warm traditional look I presented to the public. But the private penthouse was my home when I was working on an important case so it was all me, a personal office, sitting room, kitchen, bedroom, and a large bath, even a walk-in closet stocked with some of my favorite paddles and floggers.

I listened to my voice mail and found a message from Brett Holiday, my best friend. No need to answer it. I’d be seeing him tonight. I went into the bathroom to check my appearance before taking the back stairs to my office.

Before settling in, I walked out to the front office to greet Aaron, who was now my newest paralegal. My current office manager was teaching him the ropes, a task I planned on taking over shortly. Pun intended.

Aaron always clocked in ahead of everyone, even me. He wanted to make a good impression, and he had. The man was a quick study and very professional, but he had other assets that sparked my interest.

I never forgot our first meeting. I liked his looks immediately -- dark blond hair, hazel eyes, slim build, but his stance was what caught my attention. Aaron stood in front of my desk, his back ramrod straight, arms at his sides, head up, eyes down. His deference was flattering to the point of overkill. I saw it as a tendency to yield to the will of another. He was hard-wired to be a submissive.

We made eye contact and it was hot as hell. I pictured us having wild sex and I sensed he felt the same. The undeniable connection between us was like an out-of-body experience. That mysterious attraction couldn’t be forced. It was what I longed for, but seldom found. Calm down, I told myself. Do not hire this man because you want to fuck him.

“Have a seat, Mr. Marshall.”

“Thank you.”

I decided to test the water. “Thank you, Sir.”

Aaron’s eyes went wide but he responded immediately. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

His reaction was beautiful to behold. Being told what to do excited him. I could tell he wanted me to take control, to dominate him. Anticipation shivered along my spine. I knew an untrained submissive when I saw one. Aaron was struggling to recover his self-command, but his desire and arousal shone like a beacon in a storm. I was intrigued.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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Bunny's F*ckfest Teaser #rabtbooktours

 

BDSM Erotica

Date to be published: August 29, 2025

Publisher: ‎ Changeling Press LLC

In case it wasn't obvious from the title and genre, this post and the book it promotes contain material suited only for readers 18+.

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

Every night with Max is a rush, a storm of sensation and wild, beautiful chaos. But today? Today feels different. From the moment Max wakes me, in the naughtiest of ways, I know something’s about to change. I have a feeling whatever he has in store for me today may break me, unravel me to my very core, only to rebuild me stronger than ever before.

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I woke up to the feel of Max’s tongue between my thighs, pulling me from sleep with waves of pleasure that made my back arch off the silk sheets.

“Fuck, Max,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he worked me with that skilled mouth of his. The morning light streaming through the windows of our suite caught the blue of his eyes as he looked up at me, never breaking rhythm. He knew exactly how to make me come undone, his tongue circling and flicking until my orgasm forced a scream from my throat as I trembled beneath him.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. “I wanted to give you a treat.” Another swipe with his tongue. Another moan from me. “Before you go to work today.”

“Work?” Oh, boy… I tried to act nonchalant, but I thought I’d failed when Max smirked at me.

“Yep. And, boy, are you going to need your strength today.” The wicked gleam in his eyes never failed to make me wet. That always meant something naughty and fun as fuck was about to follow.

I could barely form words as he continued his assault on my senses, building me higher and higher once more until I shattered with a cry that echoed through the room. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me, and Max didn’t stop until I lay panting and boneless beneath him.

He crawled up my body like the predator he was, all muscle and controlled power, before claiming my mouth in a kiss that tasted of me and pure hunger. “You’re insatiable,” I said, my voice a hoarse whisper.

“Daddy Jacob said I should put you in a good mood.” The rough timbre of his voice vibrated through my chest. “I’m just following orders.”

A shiver of anticipation raced through me. Daddy Jacob did this often for me and his Kitten -- a game we played. He and Max knew how we loved our “jobs” and they both took great delight in keeping me and Kitten as busy as we wanted to be. I’d come to love this play time. I also loved coming back to our suite and letting Max question me and repeating every single thing I’d done while away from him.

He didn’t push into me. Not yet. Instead he braced his weight above me, his arms caging me in, and bent to kiss me. His kiss, soft, almost reverent, carried the taste of my pussy on his tongue, filthy and sweet. I opened for him, letting him take what he wanted.

Max kissed like he did everything. With full attention, like there was nothing else in the world. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, burying my fingers in his thick hair. He growled low, a vibration that started in his chest and echoed in mine.

When he broke away, his face hovered just above mine, his eyes impossibly blue and focused.

“I need you, Max,” I whispered, my body still on edge despite the two earlier orgasms.

He flashed me a wolfish smile. “You’ll have me, little Bunny.”

Max reached over the edge of the bed, rummaging in the nightstand, a practiced move. Condoms and lube were two staples in this house. With practice ease, Max tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his length with a downward stroke of his hand. For a second, I let myself savor the view, admiring the way his cock jutted from his body, thick and veined and angry red at the tip. I ached for him to fuck me.

Max must have seen the hunger on my face because he gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my soft curves. He lined up, teasing the head along my slit, and the heat of the intimate contact the ultimate tease.

He paused, holding himself at my entrance, his mouth at my ear. “You ready, Bunny?”

 

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Kitten's Bunny New Release Blitz #IndiGo

Title: Kitten's Bunny

Author: Wanda Violet O.

Cover Art: Marteeka Karland

Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, New Releases, Razor's Edge Erotica, Romance

Themes: Age Gap (Older Man), LGBTQ+ /Bisexual, Nonbinary, Transgender, Mafia & Organized Crime, Multiple Partners /Polyamory, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

Series: Billionaire Daddy Doms -- Bunny (#3)

Multiverse: Billionaire Daddy Doms (#1)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 34

Synopsis

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it! 

I’ve never been happier in my life than I am since I’ve come to live with Max. Then I meet Kitten and my world changes again. She’s kind and sweet and, oh, so sensual. 

I’m about to find out what it’s like to be Kitten’s Bunny.

Excerpt

Kitten's Bunny (Billionaire Daddy Doms -- Bunny 3)

Wanda Violet O.

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Copyright ©2025 Wanda Violet O.

“There you are, Bunny!”

I had been enjoying the warm spring air wafting through the open window and seating a bunny tail butt plug into my ass when the door to the bedroom I shared with Max burst open. I was bent over at the waist adjusting the end of the tail while looking back in a three-way mirror set up specifically for this purpose. The plug had a curved silicone extension that fit between my cheeks so that the puffy tail sat at the base of my spine.

I grinned over my shoulder at the small woman. She had on a headband with cat ears and a long, furry cat tail that swished with the sway of her hips as she moved. Normally. Right now, the tail was trailing along behind her as she bounded toward me in her excitement. Like me, the ears and tail were all she was wearing. I barely got turned around before she threw herself at me. Kitten was very affectionate, once she got to know you.

I wasn’t too proud to admit the feel of Kitten’s lithe body pressed against mine was a bit of a turn on. Though I appreciated a beautiful body, whether man or woman, I’d never been particularly attracted to a woman before. But Kitten was special, and I was certainly susceptible to her charms. Probably because, since I’d been with Max, he’d kept me in a heightened state of arousal almost continually. And I enjoyed every fucking second of our play.

I returned her hug with a tight, happy hug of my own. “I’m almost ready. Do you know what’s going on?”

Kitten nipped my ear playfully. “Yep. Come on.”

I laughed at her lightheartedness. Kitten loved to play. Right now, she had what looked like a case of the zoomies. She’d most certainly been aptly named. We’d been fast friends almost from the moment we met. Had that been five months ago? Daddy Jacob had insisted on waiting to introduce me to Kitten until he was sure I wasn’t going to hurt her by leaving abruptly. He’d been right. Kitten loved with her whole heart, and I was honored to have found a place in her life. “Wait! I need my ears!”

Kitten huffed out a mock exasperated breath, but I saw her lips twitch. “So high maintenance. It’s a good thing you have me.” We giggled as she helped me with my bunny ears and gave my hair one last fluff. “Max will be so proud of you.” Practically bouncing on her toes, she gave me a huge smile as she moved around the room looking for… something. Another accessory for my hair? Different bunny ears? I was partial to the pink ones. In the end she didn’t change anything, only fussed over me. With every excited squeal, Kitten’s breasts jiggled enticingly. I knew she had a child, and maybe there were a few stretch marks on her tummy, but her body was tight and toned, her breasts small but firm and perfectly formed.

“Are we ready? I think we’re ready!” The smile on Kitten’s face was so beautiful she nearly took my breath. She was flushed with excitement, which fueled my own anticipation. Whatever was about to happen was something she was looking forward to in the extreme.

It wasn’t unusual for us to help each other get ready when one of our men decided to share us. Kitten often helped me pick out different tails and ears when my turn came to be the entertainment after one of Daddy Jacob’s meetings. We always had great fun.

We hurried down the long hall together, both of us giggling. I was hand in hand with Kitten as she took us to the grand staircase. Naked. Fun times! We skipped playfully down the stairs, laughing the whole way. I was becoming more and more aroused the longer I was in Kitten’s company. The woman simply oozed sex appeal, and I was not immune. I didn’t know the protocol for this kind of situation, so I’d feel much better once I was with Max again. Or at least had him give me the OK to do whatever.

Enzo stood at the bottom of the stairs, greeting us with a warm smile. He was not only in charge of security for all of us, but also Daddy Jacob’s oldest and most trusted friend. Kitten launched herself at Enzo with a squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist in delight.

Enzo’s warm chuckle filled the massive formal entry hall. “Ah, little Kitten. You’re full of energy this evening, aren’t you?”

“I am, Enzo. Are you joining us later?” Kitten smiled up at him. Enzo’s affection for Kitten was obvious. Same as Kitten’s affection for Enzo was plain to see.

The big man gave her one hard squeeze before gently setting her on her feet. “Afraid not. I’m sure I’ll see you both soon though.” He gave me a wink as he bent to kiss Kitten on the lips. She giggled and wrapped her arms back around him so he could deepen the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth until Kitten was purring like, well, a Kitten.

“Enzo.” Daddy Jacob stepped out of his study and leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head. If I’d thought Daddy Jacob would be angry or jealous another man was kissing his wife, I’d have been wrong. Daddy Jacob grinned and shook his head as if Kitten’s antics amused him. “Would you be so kind as to allow me the use of my wife this evening?”

Enzo smiled down at Kitten with affection and not a small amount of lust. “Only if you let me have the privilege of her company later in the week when I’m not on duty.”

“You’re always on duty,” Daddy Jacob shot back, but his lips spread wider and his eyes were merry. “But I think we can work something out.”

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Kitten's Bunny Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours

 

Contemporary BDSM Erotica

Date Published: June 6, 2025

 

 

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

 

I’ve never been happier in my life than I am since I’ve come to live with Max. Then I meet Kitten and my world changes again. She’s kind and sweet and, oh, so sensual.

I’m about to find out what it’s like to be Kitten’s Bunny.

The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+

EXCERPT

“There you are, Bunny!”

I had been enjoying the warm spring air wafting through the open window and seating a bunny tail butt plug into my ass when the door to the bedroom I shared with Max burst open. I was bent over at the waist adjusting the end of the tail while looking back in a three-way mirror set up specifically for this purpose. The plug had a curved silicone extension that fit between my cheeks so that the puffy tail sat at the base of my spine.

I grinned over my shoulder at the small woman. She had on a headband with cat ears and a long, furry cat tail that swished with the sway of her hips as she moved. Normally. Right now, the tail was trailing along behind her as she bounded toward me in her excitement. Like me, the ears and tail were all she was wearing. I barely got turned around before she threw herself at me. Kitten was very affectionate, once she got to know you.

I wasn’t too proud to admit the feel of Kitten’s lithe body pressed against mine was a bit of a turn on. Though I appreciated a beautiful body, whether man or woman, I’d never been particularly attracted to a woman before. But Kitten was special, and I was certainly susceptible to her charms. Probably because, since I’d been with Max, he’d kept me in a heightened state of arousal almost continually. And I enjoyed every fucking second of our play.

I returned her hug with a tight, happy hug of my own. “I’m almost ready. Do you know what’s going on?”

Kitten nipped my ear playfully. “Yep. Come on.”

I laughed at her lightheartedness. Kitten loved to play. Right now, she had what looked like a case of the zoomies. She’d most certainly been aptly named. We’d been fast friends almost from the moment we met. Had that been five months ago? Daddy Jacob had insisted on waiting to introduce me to Kitten until he was sure I wasn’t going to hurt her by leaving abruptly. He’d been right. Kitten loved with her whole heart, and I was honored to have found a place in her life. “Wait! I need my ears!”

Kitten huffed out a mock exasperated breath, but I saw her lips twitch. “So high maintenance. It’s a good thing you have me.” We giggled as she helped me with my bunny ears and gave my hair one last fluff. “Max will be so proud of you.” Practically bouncing on her toes, she gave me a huge smile as she moved around the room looking for… something. Another accessory for my hair? Different bunny ears? I was partial to the pink ones. In the end she didn’t change anything, only fussed over me. With every excited squeal, Kitten’s breasts jiggled enticingly. I knew she had a child, and maybe there were a few stretch marks on her tummy, but her body was tight and toned, her breasts small but firm and perfectly formed.

“Are we ready? I think we’re ready!” The smile on Kitten’s face was so beautiful she nearly took my breath. She was flushed with excitement, which fueled my own anticipation. Whatever was about to happen was something she was looking forward to in the extreme.

It wasn’t unusual for us to help each other get ready when one of our men decided to share us. Kitten often helped me pick out different tails and ears when my turn came to be the entertainment after one of Daddy Jacob’s meetings. We always had great fun.

We hurried down the long hall together, both of us giggling. I was hand in hand with Kitten as she took us to the grand staircase. Naked. Fun times! We skipped playfully down the stairs, laughing the whole way. I was becoming more and more aroused the longer I was in Kitten’s company. The woman simply oozed sex appeal, and I was not immune. I didn’t know the protocol for this kind of situation, so I’d feel much better once I was with Max again. Or at least had him give me the OK to do whatever.

Enzo stood at the bottom of the stairs, greeting us with a warm smile. He was not only in charge of security for all of us, but also Daddy Jacob’s oldest and most trusted friend. Kitten launched herself at Enzo with a squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist in delight.

Enzo’s warm chuckle filled the massive formal entry hall. “Ah, little Kitten. You’re full of energy this evening, aren’t you?”

“I am, Enzo. Are you joining us later?” Kitten smiled up at him. Enzo’s affection for Kitten was obvious. Same as Kitten’s affection for Enzo was plain to see.

The big man gave her one hard squeeze before gently setting her on her feet. “Afraid not. I’m sure I’ll see you both soon though.” He gave me a wink as he bent to kiss Kitten on the lips. She giggled and wrapped her arms back around him so he could deepen the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth until Kitten was purring like, well, a Kitten.

“Enzo.” Daddy Jacob stepped out of his study and leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head. If I’d thought Daddy Jacob would be angry or jealous another man was kissing his wife, I’d have been wrong. Daddy Jacob grinned and shook his head as if Kitten’s antics amused him. “Would you be so kind as to allow me the use of my wife this evening?”

Enzo smiled down at Kitten with affection and not a small amount of lust. “Only if you let me have the privilege of her company later in the week when I’m not on duty.”

“You’re always on duty,” Daddy Jacob shot back, but his lips spread wider and his eyes were merry. “But I think we can work something out.”

 

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Max's Christmas Bunny Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours

 

Billionaire Daddy Doms -- Bunny (#1)

 

Erotica / BDSM

Date Published: November 29, 2024

 This post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.

I never thought Bunny ears and a Bunny tail butt plug would be the start of a grand adventure.

It’s Christmas, and money’s tight, so I asked the agency for a new assignment. Still, I didn’t expect to wind up in a gilded Bunny cage in the home of an eccentric billionaire. While I’ve never met Daddy Jacob, he knows me -- he owns the Agency that sent me out on this assignment. Now I’m to serve as a Christmas present for a man in his household -- a Christmas present for Max.

I’m not certain how the rest of the week will go, but so far it feels like Max may just be the perfect Master for me. I have the feeling this assignment could be the start of the biggest adventure of my life.

 

Excerpt

Copyright ©2024 Wanda Violet O.

 

Christmas has never been my favorite holiday. Having said that, the job that had just fallen into my lap -- to be a Christmas Bunny for some rich guy with a pet-play kink -- was the best Christmas present ever. The money was nearly obscene, the anticipation of adventure intense.

This job included the possibility of kinky sex. I had been given the standard safe word and signed a contract outlining my limits, both hard and soft. Was it the safest thing I’d ever done? Not in the least. But, again, the money was good -- really, really good. If I was ever going to get out from under the mountain of medical bills I’d been left with after the crash that had put me in the hospital for a month and killed my mom, I had to get drastic.

Now I found myself was sitting on a huge, plush, overstuffed red beanbag in a very large cage, wearing a headband with bunny ears and a butt plug with a fluffy bunny tail. The cage had a big red bow wrapped around the middle, and it sat under a massive Christmas tree covered with sparkling, colored lights. I had several red and green fleece blankets and soft pillows in the cage so I was comfortable, but the room was warm to me even though I was naked.

It was early morning and once I’d readied myself, before I got into the cage, I’d been told it would be an hour before I’d be needed. I’d been given an alarm to press if I needed help before the client came for me, or if I felt threatened. Standard for this type of job with the agency. It was run by the ultra-wealthy and catered to the obscenely wealthy. I’d been skeptical when I’d first started, but the agency had never failed to keep me safe.

None of that meant I wasn’t a bundle of nerves, and getting more nervous the longer I waited.

Just as I was getting ready to hit the panic button, I heard footsteps coming. A man wearing black silk pajama pants and nothing else stalked down the stairs. He had long, shaggy hair, and a heavily muscled, sculpted body, reminding me of a predator moving through the jungle.

This man was classically handsome, with a strong jaw, straight nose, and piercing blue eyes. His cheeks were wide and masculine with dark stubble where he hadn’t yet shaved.

When he turned his head, his gaze landed on me and his movements stopped. He stared at me for a long time, not moving a muscle except to breathe. When he finally started moving again, he was focused squarely, intently on me. “I sincerely hope you’re my Christmas present, little Bunny.”

I knew better than to speak unless I had permission. It had been drilled into me from the second I’d been accepted to the program. The clients the agency served had specific tastes. They tried to match us to clients with similar tastes, but there was always a learning curve if I were staying more than a few hours. This job was supposed to last a week and could seriously bail me out, but I had to follow the rules precisely if I wanted to get the big payday.

The man knelt in front of my cage to get a better look at me. Those ice-blue eyes of his seemed to caress me as his gaze roamed over my body. “Be a good little Bunny. Turn around and present yourself. Stick that ass up in the air so I can have a look at you.”

I did as I was told without hesitation, presenting myself with my legs apart, ass in the air, and my chest on the floor. I knew what I looked like because I’d admired the plush, fluffy rabbit tail butt plug before getting in the cage.

“Hmm, you are quite the gift, aren’t you?” he said, his voice a low growl. “Who were you sent for, little Bunny?”

“I’m not sure, Sir. Only that I was to stay in the cage and await the Master’s pleasure.”

“Ah, Max!” the deep voice called from across the room.

I wanted to turn my head and look behind me but didn’t dare.

“I see you’ve found your present.”

“Daddy Jacob.” Max’s tone was subservient but in a different way than I’d ever heard before. The man was clearly a Dominant, but differed to this new man? “She’s mine?”

“If things work out and she agrees, yes. She’s yours. A gift from me and Kitten.”

I couldn’t help but shiver at the implication. It was an unusual sensation between fear and… interest? OK, that was disconcerting. I didn’t know this man and there was apparently at least one more person here.

I’m not sure what I expected, but there was a long pause and what Max said next both hurt and confused me. “Have I done something wrong, Daddy Jacob?” Where before there was amused interest and a healthy dose of lust in Max’s voice and his eyes when he’d first looked at me, now it was devoid of emotion.

“Max…” There was a note of censure between them, as if Daddy Jacob wasn’t happy with Max.

“But Kitten --”

“Kitten knows you need a pet of your own. She loves you as much as you love her and Andromeda. So do I.”

This seemed like a private conversation and I felt horribly out of place. I turned my face to the wall next to where my cage sat and stayed perfectly still.

There was silence while I heard someone unlocking the cage. The door slid open with a small squeak. “Come out, little one.”

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew without looking at him I didn’t want to disobey or ignore Daddy Jacob. Keeping my gaze lowered and my hands clasped in front of me, I scrambled to do as he’d ordered.

“Kneel and present yourself, sweet Bunny.”

 

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Kitten's New Collar Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours

A Razor's Edge Daddy Dom Erotica

Billionaire Daddy Doms, Book 7

 

BDSM Erotica

Date Published: April 5, 2024

Publisher: ‎ Changeling Press LLC

 

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

After an exhausting, but fun, flight to paradise, Kitten is looking forward to spending quality time with Daddy. Feeling completely free for the first time since giving birth to their daughter Andi, Kitten enjoys every decadence Daddy can provide -- and he can provide quite a few. Not to mention fabulous sex. But things are about to change for Kitten. And a wedding isn’t always about rings and flowers. Kitten wants a new collar.

 ALERT: THIS POST CONTAINS MATERIAL SUITABLE FOR ADULT READERS ONLY!

Excerpt

I had no idea where we were when we landed, but the flight was only about three hours long. Not that I noticed. Daddy kept me busy the entire flight. After he let our flight attendant, Adam, and my bodyguard, Enzo, fuck me, I was exhausted. Daddy took me to his suite and I dozed occasionally. Between rounds of vigorous sex, that is.

The weather was sunny and warm. A cool breeze ruffled my hair and I turned my face into the wind. Just so happened the wind came from the direction of the sun so I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth.

“Feel good, Kitten?” Daddy smiled down at me with so much love and affection my heart swelled.

“It does, Daddy. I love feeling the sun on my skin. It’s like a warm hug.”

He chuckled. “That it is, Kitten. There will be plenty of that over the next couple of days. Did you check in with Max?”

“Yes, just before we landed. He says he and Andi are getting along fine.”

“Good. Let’s get upstairs to the room. You can shower if you like, then we’ll begin our adventure.”

With a glad cry I threw myself into Daddy’s arms. He chuckled and hugged me back, squeezing me tight. He set me down and let me walk beside him hand in hand through the hotel lobby up to the room. I was hardly able to contain my excitement. Once inside our suite, I didn’t even stop to take in what I was certain was magnificent decor. Instead, I threw myself at him again, this time peppering kisses all over his face before wiggling free and shedding my clothing as I hurried to the bathroom. Daddy’s laughter followed me as I scampered to the shower.

As I’d hoped, it wasn’t long before Daddy joined me. Snagging the shower gel, he eyed my hungrily. “We’re going have so much fun, Kitten.”

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, stretching up on my tiptoes even as I pulled him down for a hot, wet kiss. Water sluiced over us as Daddy’s soapy hands slid easily up and down my back, then to my ass as he squeezed and kneaded. “I think my little Kitten needed this time away.”

“Maybe. I love being home with our little family, but I feel like I’ve been let out of a very big, very gilded cage.” I grinned up at him, knowing he’d understand what I meant.

As I expected, Daddy chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again, his hands never stopping their soothing stroking. “I understand completely. Before we continue, though, I need to explain my thoughts with regard to you.”

I cocked my head, a thread of worry slinking through me. I knew I was still insecure with Daddy. As long as he’d been in my life, I’d have thought I could feel comfortable. He’d even asked me to marry him! But there was still that last little bit of doubt that told me I wasn’t good enough.

Daddy had picked me up from a very low time in my life, a woman with no one and nothing, and brought me into his world as his pet. A treasured pet, but a pet nonetheless. He’d assured me time after time that I was so much more, that I was his woman and I would always be with him, that I was his and he was mine. Sometimes, though, I remembered that Daddy was not only good looking but exceedingly, obscenely wealthy and could have any woman he wanted. Most men I’d known would have, given the opportunity. I didn’t believe Daddy was like that. Not at all. I just needed reassurance sometimes. This was one of those times.

“I brought Enzo into our circle. I let one of my valued, trusted employees partake of your sweet body. That’s not always going to happen. I allowed Adam to fuck you because he’d pleased me, but mostly because I knew you needed it. I think you need me to share you as much as I need to share you. I chose Adam because he was available and had taken care of both of us, anticipating both our needs. I chose Enzo for a very different reason, though.”

“Because he guards me. You wanted to reward him.”

“Partly, yes.”

“Partly?”

He bent down to take one of my nipples between his lips and sucked.

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