Mia's Spanking Diary (10 page)

I loved how open he was being, but wasn’t sure how anything
could change. I might garner another night or two with him, but goodbye seemed
to be inevitable. “Lex?”

“Quiet, little sub. I’m not done.” He squeezed me again, and
I melted against his hard frame. “Ask any real Dom what gets him off, and he’ll
tell you it’s when he and his sub are in perfect sync, on every level. I know
you, Mia. I
feel
you. We’re on the same page, right?”

I nodded, recalling my time with him as my cop, as my
dungeon master, and as my professor. Even now, I felt totally in tune with him.
My heart filled up with happiness, but just as fast, it began to drain away.
Did he want me only for play as a supposed super sub? Was that all I was to
him? What if he couldn’t commit, couldn’t love? If not, I wouldn’t be able to
bear it.

“What about love, Lex?” I choked out. “Is that even possible
with you?”

He was quiet for a moment, but I was no longer afraid. I was
starting to believe. “I wasn’t sure about that for such a long time. Now, I know
what love is. I’m holding love in my arms. I want to share the rest of my life
with you, Mia.”

Tears rolled down my eyes and I touched his jaw. Joy
exploded inside me like fireworks. He was my dream come to life, my
happily
ever after
.

Once again, Lex kissed me. “I love you, my little sub.”

“I love you, Master. I am yours.”

Mia, I finished reading your diary. I’m so proud of you for
not only telling me about it, but also for trusting me enough to turn it over
to me. Well, I’ve read every word, sweetheart, and I love you even more for it.

Don’t worry about your thesis any more. I know some terrific
people who will gladly sit down with you and answer any questions you have
about the life. With my help, you’re going to graduate in May, I promise.

You also mentioned an intruder fantasy you’ve used to help
you masturbate in the past. Because I don’t allow such thing now do, I?

But guess what, baby? I’m going to the club to get a room
all set up just for you and me to give you that fantasy. I’ll text you with
instructions in about an hour. Be ready.

****

Hi Diary, this is Mia again.

Doesn’t he know that he is my fantasy? I’m pretty sure he
does. And lucky for me, I am his.

The End

****

More by Kris Cook:

Coming Spring 2012

Next in the SECRET DIARY series by Kris:

Lea’s Menage Diary

Copyright 2012 Kris Cook

When Lea’s fiancé breaks off their engagement, she is sad
but actually more relieved. Life with him would’ve been nice but
boring—especially in bed. But what options are there for her, a single woman,
size-sixteen, in the dating pool?

Her cousin, Mia, plans a special night out for Lea to get
her out of the dumps. The instant they arrive at the BDSM club, she bumps into
Kane and Reed, twin brother Masters who are mouth-watering, muscled, male
perfection. Shocked at their advances but ready for adventure, Lea jumps at
their offer to train her as a sub.

It’s much more than the cuffs and ropes that bind her
submissive heart to the brothers. Can Kane and Reed prove to Lea that they love
her and her curves, or will she refuse to surrender all, holding onto a false
body-image that destroys her only chance at love?

Now available in digital and in print this coming summer.

A Perfect World

Copyright 2011 Kris Cook

An Erotic Science Fiction Short

In a world where death has been virtually conquered and
beauty is the norm, a husband goes to extreme measures to ensure his wife is
approved to have their baby. Will Greg be able to agree to William's wicked
request so that Seana can become a mother?

Enjoy the following excerpt from
A Perfect World
:

Seana’s maternal clock vexed me with each tick-tock. If it
had been audible, it would’ve also disturbed the other passengers. The little
voice in my head kept shouting that this was my last chance to help her before
our hopes would be silenced forever. I knew that the long shot at the end of
this trip had less of a chance of working out than a snow cone in hell.

Fuck!

I turned toward her. As always, she looked perfect. Her
blonde locks hit her soft shoulders like sunlit waterfalls. Dressed to the
nines in an outfit that flattered her amazing figure, she seemed ready to face
anything. Yet, her hand wringing and constant sighing revealed the storm
brewing beneath the untainted façade. The more she fidgeted, the more it drove
me insane… and we still had forty-five minutes left until we landed, not that
it really mattered anymore.

She asked me for the millionth and one time what I thought
he would say.

“I don’t know,” I stated, giving my same answer and readying
for the long, pointless discussion to follow.

Seana glared at me with her hazel eyes, daring me to add
anything further.

Knowing this signal all too well and happy not to reawaken another
debate, I remained mute and rested my eyes on a warm, unspoiled beach. I
scanned the holographic image and the accompanying words floating next to it
about numerous vacation destinations. Our coach tickets afforded us this level
of surfing but they didn’t allow us access to sound, smell, or any other deeper
simming. But for a lofty fee, even the lowly coach traveler could upgrade in
transit. I wished the Caribbean or some other island was our final destination
instead of Dallas. Maybe next year, I thought. But I knew better.

“Don’t give me that, Gregory Wayne,” her tone delivered a
sting. I hated when she called me that, like I was the densest person in the
world and it was her duty to scold me.

“Give you what?” I asked innocently.

It was the verbal dance we’d created over eight years of
marriage. One. Two. Three. A shower of expletives from that beautiful mouth.
One. Two. Three. A genuine apology. One. Two. Three. The waltz would finish in
a final dip and a kiss, followed by wonderful make-up sex.

Seana began to mouth an answer that I suspected might make
several jaws drop, but she stopped suddenly and only shook her head. She seemed
like she was about to cry, and my gut clenched. I grabbed her hand, and she
squeezed back.

Public tears were evaded. I was glad. She didn’t like to
show any vulnerability, even to me. I was certain that I was the only one who
had ever seen her shed a tear, and then only once when her employment review
came in with only a Meets Expectations.

“Greg, I’m sure it seems ludicrous to you, but we just have
to convince him.”

“I know, sweetheart.” And I did.

Her urgency and despair had grown well beyond my capacity to
share. Yet, I had caught some of the fervor when her mother’s grandfather had
died in a diving accident seven months ago. I had thought our dream might
actually happen and let myself imagine what it would be like to have a baby in
our house. Unfortunately, his new wife’s nephew got everything, including what
we wanted.

“But you’ve seen William’s Vid, you know about his life. How
are we going to do it?” The panic in her voice was heartbreaking. Rather than
make any suggestions, I put my arm around her. She leaned in to me and closed
her eyes.

“Request for Sim,” I ordered. Instantly the beach and the
article disappeared replaced by the familiar authorization prompt.

“Gregory Michael Links, seven-three-six-beta-Missouri,” I
confirmed. After the ident-scan, several selections appeared.

“Waves and gulls, first level, seats thirty-seven A and
thirty-seven B.” The computer complied, adding the desired birds and sounds
created to relax the unseasoned traveler. I worried that the cost would be much
higher since it was added to our tickets and not pre-ordered, but then let the
thought go. Even if we had to break into our tiny savings account, so be it.
Seana needed to be distracted. Hell, so did I.

...Excerpt from A PERFECT WORLD by Kris Cook ©2011

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A Perfect World

A military brat to the core, Kris Cook never put down deep
roots in any particular geographic location. Until Texas. Why? Kris loves the
sun.

A voracious reader, Kris loves many genres of fiction, but
this writer’s favorite books are romances that are edgy, sexy, with rich
characters and unique challenges. Kris’ influences include JR Ward, Lora Leigh,
and Shayla Black.

Kris’ motto: I like cooking up really hot books for my
readers. The hotter, the better.

Kris is also the founder and host of http://www.righteousperverts.com,
a weekly online author chat featuring some of the best voices in erotic romance
fiction. Guests have included Melissa Schroeder, Shayla Black, Sophie Oak,
Chloe Lang, Eliza Gayle, Lorelei James, Bella Andre, Mari Carr, Cat Johnson, Lexi
Blake and more.

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Read on for excerpts from erotic romance authors Melissa
Schroeder and Lexi Blake:

Now available in digital and in print this coming summer.

A Little Harmless Submission

Copyright 2012 Melissa Schroeder

For a tough as nails Dom hunting a sadistic serial killer is
nothing compared to losing his heart.

Rome Carino is hunting a predator. One who likes to hurt
submissives and the most popular BDSM club’s patrons are being targeted. 
With each fresh kill, he gets more brazen. Rome knows he just needs one little
break, but before he can make headway, the FBI shows up. Worse, the uptight,
buttoned-down Special Agent Maria Callahan suggests a plan that is dangerous,
but worth it because it might just catch the killer. If Rome can keep his mind
on the case and off the beautiful FBI agent, he'll be just fine.

Maria is still trying to step out of her legendary father's
shadow and knows just how to do it. Luring the killer by posing as Rome's new
sub seems like a good idea. That is, until undercover becomes real life and she
finds herself tangled up with a man who amazes and scares her at the same time.
Her growing attraction to the Honolulu Police Detective is a little too much to
handle. Even knowing that, she can't help falling in love with the tough Dom
and losing herself in the games they play in the bedroom.

Rome is overwhelmed by his need for Maria. He has never had
a sub respond to him the way she does and no matter what he does, he feels
himself slipping off that cliff into love. As their relationship starts to
unfold, he realizes that he will do anything to win her heart, to convince her
to become his sub for a lifetime. But before he can do anything, the killer
turns his attention on Rome and the one thing he holds dear: Maria.

WARNING: The following book contains: A Dom who thinks he
can do no wrong, a new sub who is about to teach him he can, palm trees, a trip
or two to Rough ‘n Ready, a flirty Aussie Dom with questionable motives, old
friends, and a new enemy. Yeah, it might be called Harmless, but you Addicts
know it’s anything but.

Enjoy the following excerpt from
A Little Harmless
Submission
:

When they arrived at her hotel, she expected him to drop her
off at the front, but instead, he parked the car. After tossing his keys to the
valet and grabbing the ticket he took her by the elbow and headed to the Tapa
Tower. Amazingly, they found themselves on the elevator alone.

“I don’t care for your methods.” She inwardly winced at her
tone. She sounded like a prude.

He slanted her a look. “Yeah?”

“I understand you might not like it, but being a petulant
child pouting over losing an argument doesn’t make you look good. I won’t take
the silent treatment.”

Before she knew what he was about, he grabbed her wrist
slipped in front of her then released her arm to cage her into the corner of
the elevator.

“If you’re going to play the submissive, you’re going to
have to be a little better at taking orders.”

She couldn’t speak. Her heart was beating so hard she’d bet
he could hear it. She raised her gaze from his chest to his face, and
eventually made eye contact. Good God. Her whole body went on alert at the heat
she saw flaming in the depths of his hazel eyes. She wasn’t afraid of him, but
of the arousal that now slid through her veins at an alarming rate.

“You don’t tell me what to do at the club. That will tell
people right off the bat you aren’t serious about it. And, if you want to play
sub to my Dom, you better get used to doing exactly what I tell you.”

He leaned forward nuzzling her neck. His breath feathered
out over her flesh and she couldn’t stop the shiver. This kind of behavior
shouldn’t be turning her on. Her nipples hardened, her breath tangled in her
throat. She thought she felt his mouth on her skin but the door dinged open and
he pulled back. It took her a second to yank herself out of the sea of lust
he’d tossed her in. He stood by the door, keeping it open as if nothing strange
had happened.