Honest Cravings

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Honest Cravings

ISBN # 978-1-78184-170-9

©Copyright Erin Lark 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright November 2012

Edited by Amy Parker

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

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This story contains 37 pages, additionally there is also a
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HONEST CRAVINGS

Erin Lark

Alison’s happy to submit to the right man, but when Aaron asks her to switch places with him, the last thing she expects is to enjoy it.

Alison has a problem. She knows better than to come without her Dom’s permission, but she just finished without him even being in the house, all thanks to a book he bought her along with some peppermint oils from their kitchen cabinet.

Aaron’s a good Dom and always takes care of his subs. When he wanted Alison to achieve subspace, he bought her books where the characters did just that. And now, he’s been mentally training her with books without her knowing it.

That is, until the peppermint oils. When Aaron returns home, he not only smells the oils on her, but he can taste them as well. Assured Alison does more with her books than just read them for pleasure, Aaron’s ready to take their mental training to a whole new level.

Dedication

To my husband for his support and inspiration.

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Chapter One

Alison eyed her spur-of-the-moment tools—her husband’s lubricant, a vial of peppermint oil and the handle of an old hairbrush—as she stood from the tub, drying her legs off with a fresh towel. She’d been too hard on herself, her body still yearning for the pleasure only her husband could give.

She wasn’t supposed to come without him, as per their agreement. He was her Dom, delightfully so. But today… Today was different, and her cravings had been much too strong for her to ignore. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the faint fragrance of peppermint oils, smiling when a chill danced up and down her spine.

She’d heard of using certain scents as aphrodisiacs in the past, but she’d never had the opportunity to try them before today. The most Aaron—her Dom—had ever used on her was the lubricant she’d shamelessly borrowed during his absence and the many toys he had locked away in their room.

She’d always known better than to come without him, and she waited patiently each day for him to give her the proper command. What made today so different was the novel he’d brought home for her the day before, rewarding her for her good behaviour and for being a good sub. Alison’s craving for new material was insatiable, and he did his best to feed her addiction whenever possible. Now, Alison glared at her tools of pleasure, wishing she could take back the whole thing—her love of reading included.

It had never taken much to turn her on, but she’d always held onto her self-control. But with her newest read, the mention of peppermint oils mixed in with a gentle lubricant had been something she’d wanted to investigate on her own. It was too strong.
With the images from her story fresh in her mind, it hadn’t taken much for her to reach her peak, quickly tumbling over the edge before she’d been able to bring herself back down from her sexual high.

After dragging a brush through her blonde hair, Alison turned off the bathroom light and padded back into the master bedroom she and Aaron shared. It was his territory, the domain where he ruled over her. And she enjoyed every minute of it, only now she felt as if he could see her from every corner of the room, as if now he knew she had practiced without him. No, that wasn’t an issue. She was allowed to work herself up for him any way she liked, but she wasn’t supposed to finish—not outside his presence and certainly not without his permission.

Knowing better than to get upset over small details he might not even notice, Alison scanned the room. It was simple enough as rooms went, containing all the necessities she and her Dom would need later in the evening—a bed for a restful sleep, blinds to cover the windows facing the street and an array of candles on their dresser. A chest sat at the foot of the bed.

After carefully gliding over to the wooden compartment, Alison ran her fingers over the hardened fibres, moaning when she thought of the tools hidden deep inside. It was locked, of course—it was Aaron’s toy chest, which was only opened once he was home and she was willing and waiting.

She cursed under her breath at her selfishness.
It didn’t even feel good.
Or rather, not as good as it would’ve felt if she’d waited. She was still able to feel the tingling sensation of the peppermint oils within her, a lasting warmth that expanded, collapsed, then expanded again. She’d hoped once she’d cleaned up, the sensation would pass. It was still as strong as when she had first started.

Feeling more exhausted than she would’ve liked, Alison flopped onto the bed, making sure to keep to her side of the mattress. The polished headboard called to her, reminding her of last night, as well as the first night Aaron had brought her home with him.

* * * *

Alison met Aaron at a club a handful of co-workers had taken her to after a terrible break-up. She’d never thought a Dom would be willing to take her on as his sub, but it was something she’d voiced her interest in more than once. Her past lover hadn’t been interested, not even enough to try. After she had shown a keen interest in bondage along with her curiosity of how it might feel to be a sub, her ex had left her in the middle of the street with nowhere to go.

Intimidated by the regulars within the club, and having long since been abandoned by her friends for their own pleasures, Alison shivered in the doorway. The club stank of alcohol and so much smoke she was sure she would get cancer just from the short amount of time she was there.

With so many bodies brushing against one another, it was a wonder the entire place didn’t fall down on itself in an orgy of sex and lustful panting. Alison’s gaze skimmed the room, but it continuously returned to Aaron, whose devilish grin widened whenever he caught her looking at him.

He was older than most of the other men nearby, his short white hair complimenting his darker skin and light eyes perfectly. Alison drew in a deep breath, and he closed the space between them. As soon as he was within hearing distance, Alison clasped her hands and bowed her head.

Her cheeks coloured when he made a sound of approval, and her heart jumped when he lifted her chin so that he could give her a proper look.

“First time I’ve seen you in here,” Aaron said, casually stroking his stubbled chin. He craned his neck, as if to search for her master. “Are you not here with anyone?”

Alison averted her blue eyes and stared down at the space between her feet. “No, Sir.” She swallowed around the words as her pulse increased. “Well, not like that.”

“Mmm.” Aaron paused, taking her hands in his to pull her farther into the main room of the club before circling around her. He gave her an approving glance. “You’ll do.”

Alison’s jaw tightened, and at first she wondered if she’d heard him correctly when he left her side. He returned moments later with a jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders before leading her into the cold air outside.

Alison glanced back over her shoulder. “I should really tell my friends—”

“Shhh,” Aaron said, placing a calloused hand to her lips. “I’ve already alerted your friends that you’ll be going home with me. I saw them come in with you, so I figured I’d save us the uncomfortable formalities later on.”

Weaving his arm around hers, Aaron led Alison to a cab that had appeared from the low-hanging fog. From there, his home was a short whisk away, not nearly far enough for her to catch her breath.

She got the vague impression that his home, a cabin in the woods, was smaller than average, but she was too nervous to take in more than that.

Keeping a few steps behind him as he led her to the bedroom, Alison called on everything she’d learnt from her books to prepare for her first night as a proper sub. Her clit throbbed, and her stomach clenched with anxiety.

Aaron paused just outside his bedroom. “You’re new at this, right?”

Alison’s cheeks grew warm, and she looked away. “That obvious, huh?”

Aaron laughed. “Most…experienced subs don’t come into the club with their friends unless they have something else planned.”

“Oh, I see.”

Once again, Aaron lifted her chin. “Aaron, but you may call me ‘Sir’ when we’re in the bedroom. Understood?”

Alison bobbed her head. “Alison.”

Aaron turned on his heel and she followed close behind him. “We will start slow, and if you are to my liking, I will teach you more than you could possibly learn from books, television or however else you may have learnt about being a good sub.”

Alison felt her cheeks heat again. “Books. I can’t help it—I have a love for them.”

“Then we can make that your reward. Be a good pet, and I’ll buy you so many books you’ll beg for me to stop.”

“I’d like that very much, Sir.”

Alison dipped her head as they entered his room, her gaze immediately falling on the extravagant headboard of the bed, complete with cuffs and a chain attached to the middle of it. Before she could get her bearings, Aaron threw her against the bedroom door, seizing her lips with his.

Opening herself up to him, Alison tapped into the mindset of a sub—like the ones she’d read about in books. She couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d wanted that kind of life for the better part of a year. Her body shuddered, and she jumped when Aaron roughly pressed her shoulders against the cold door, prising her legs apart with his knee. Alison gasped for breath when he finally pulled away.