I got the idea for this longish short story back in August when I realized Sarah and Phillip Townshend's tenth-year anniversary was coming up. They're the stars of Secret Submission, my very first published book. Their story continues in Submission Revealed, although that book takes place only a few weeks after the first. The couple make a cameo appearance in Services Rendered, but I wanted to know how they were doing ten years into a Master/slave relationship. I asked them...and they answered!
Turns out, like many marriages after such a length of time, the two of them were finding that their lives had become...comfortable...predictable...You know...boring. They'd explored all their limits, played nearly every sex game there was and, while still very much in love, sex didn't hold the special sparkle it once did.
The two of them looked to me to solve their problem...and I happily helped them out. Here's the blurb:
Sarah knows her marriage is in trouble. She hasn’t called her husband “Master” in ages and he hasn’t corrected her at all. As their ten-year anniversary approaches, she has to decide if her life would be better off with him – or without him.
Phillip wants to mark their ten-year anniversary with something special and figures he can spice up their marriage at the same time. Sex with his wife has gotten formulaic and stale.
And when he finds his answer, these two will never look at a diamond ring quite the same way again!
And here's an excerpt:
She looked beautiful hanging there. Her straight brown hair still curled at her shoulders, although gray had started to show at her temples. He’d forbidden her to color it, liking the way it looked.
Truth be told, however, there was some vanity in his preference for her hair’s natural colors. With his own going gray much faster than hers, he didn’t want her looking too much younger than he.
She still held the same trim figure she’d had when they met. Eating right and having good genes helped them both. So did their membership to the Y. She was a strong swimmer, his Sarah.
His slave, he corrected as he leaned against the doorframe and watched her. Her eyes were closed, although he doubted she slept. When she shifted position, balancing her weight on one foot, he knew she was awake.
Still, his intent wasn’t to startle her, so he backed up and made some noise coming down the hall. As expected, her eyes were open this time. She didn’t speak, but her gaze seemed troubled.
He reached through the bars and snagged her nipple, keeping his eyes on her to gauge her reactions as he fingered it. She remained silent, only giving a little sigh. When he pinched, hard, the look was annoyance quickly masked.
Double damn. He was out of touch with what she wanted and needed. How had they let this happen?
And, more importantly, could they salvage it?
Diamond Submission is Book #4 in the Journey to Submission series and is on sale now at Ellora's Cave. Happy reading!
And play safe :)