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About the author:
Molina Storm is both an avid reader and writer of erotica fiction. She enjoys writing hot stories that she hopes inspires her readers imagination. Her over active imagination produces quite a variety of sub-genres in the erotica field.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love writing erotica and this book allowed me to unleash my hidden dominatrix. I love telling stories of strong women dominating powerful men.
Here is a short sample from the book:
His watch read seven fifty-five. He was early so that was good. He took a seat in the same leather wing back as the night before. His heart began to pound when the hour struck eight. A door opening sounded in the distance. He could hear her heels clicking across the marble floor before she appeared. Her hips swayed as she walked. A long black see through robe pretending to cover her body. The black leather cat suit looked painted on her curvy frame. She walked to his chair and commanded
“Stand” He did as told, though slightly taller than her he felt small in comparison to her dominant presence.
Mistress Dior reached up to touch his collar, she stroked one of the spikes before clipping a long metal leash to its O ring.
He felt the sting of embarrassment, the bartender’s eyes piercing his skin. She knew his secret and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it now. Mistress Dior walked ahead of him pulling him in the direction of the back room. Midway through Charles stopped walking. She tugged firmly at his leash before turning slowly.
“Come.” She stated through clenched teeth. He didn’t move which made her walk toward him.
“Does my slave have a problem with submission?” She looked directly into his eyes, he broke his stare and looked toward the floor.
“I am your Mistress, and you are my slave, there are rules to this arrangement and consequences for disobedience. You will follow me or you will pay. Do you understand slave?” Her voice was like the purring of a lioness. Danger lurked behind her words. He moved forward fully convinced that Mistress Dior would be able to dominate him. She led him to an empty room except for two thick chains hanging from the ceiling, there were loops big enough to place his hands through and a massage table in the center. She made him stop at the door and commanded him to undress, only to leave his collar.