Author of Erotic Romance Sascha Illyvich

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Three Tales of Male Dominance and Female Submission

4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance

‘Ronan is a Dom, a dominate male who is in complete control of the submissive females in his care. Although he is insistent they obey all his rules in their entirety, Ronan can also be kind and caring and believes he knows entirely what is best for his charges.

Siddella is Ronan’s “alpha submissive”. She wants to be above the other two girls but both are older and more experienced than she, although she has been a sub for longer than they. She wants Ronan to love her as much as she loves him but first she needs to learn to totally relinquish control.

Siddella looked down between her wide spread legs to see yet another high priced vibrator in pieces and her body yet still unsatisfied.  How many did that make now? She’d lost count after seven.  Really now they had to have something more durable on the market that wasn’t the real thing, but even those were squishy.

“Damn things aren’t made for girls that get off with a little difficulty!”  She groaned in frustration rolling her silver eyes in annoyance.  She tossed the bits of plastic and wiring off into the corner in disgust.

Of course if her Prince would come fuck her… Thoughtfully she tapped a finger against her ruby lips a moment gazing off into nothing in particular at the deliciously indecent thought.

She twirled her slender fingers adoringly around the scarlet red scarf he’d left her with before leaving on his last business trip tied to the post of her bed.  The color had matched her hair and complimented her eyes he’d said.

A wicked grin turned up her lips as she thought again of him, about how not breakable he could be between her thighs unlike the expensive adult novelty abandoned in the corner.

Alas, he was busy with his newest acquisition, Valerie.  The woman was a tall, leggy blonde who was twice her own age and almost as smart assed.  But then again nobody could top Siddella’s wit, nor her talent with her mouth.  It’d only been a matter of a few short weeks since her arrival and already Siddella could feel those faint stirring of jealousy and bitterness.  She needed attention too.

Valerie was quite attractive in her own way and being into pain was definitely a plus on her list.  Though it seemed she needed to be constantly punished for purposefully pushing Ronan’s buttons and that little annoying habit of thinking way too much.  Damn if new trainees weren’t always so freaking difficult.

Where had she heard those words before?

“Fucking bloody damnit!”  Her thick Scottish accent came out more harshly when she swore.  A pulse of desire was throbbing painfully through her lower stomach, twisting and turning in upon itself until she thought she would scream.

She slammed her small fists into the mattress and arched her narrow hips upward, moaning slightly at the friction of her bare and aching cunt across the slippery silken sheets.

“Damnit I wanna cum!” she managed in a low petulant whine, remembering to keep her voice down so as not to disturb the rest of the house so early in the morning.  But then again maybe she did want to disturb everyone else, scream her bloody head off.  That certainly would get her some attention, maybe even a nice fat punishment.  Anything was better than this torture.

Another small sound of annoyance left her throat as she rolled off the bed and stood up to retrieve the broken vibrator and its pieces up from across the room.  Dragging her feet purposefully slow, because really if she could she’d stomp like an elephant but that would have been really rude, she crossed the room again to toss them into the trashcan beside her bed before slipping into a small black satin robe.

Tying it closed across her slender waist she padded out of her room and down the hall to find her Prince.  She wasn’t sure how she should be feeling.  Pissed off or moody perhaps? Or maybe she should just leave it at sexually frustrated and bitchy?  That would probably have to do as a definition for now.  Besides, Ronan probably needed something from her anyway.  It was time to attempt to think of someone else’s needs besides her own.

Glancing over her shoulder through her open bedroom door at the little alarm clock resting on the bedside table, she realized suddenly it was time for morning tea.  “Shit.” And she was late.  “Double shit.”

Her life wasn’t terribly hard, wasn’t difficult.  She had a good stable roof over her head, a gorgeous man who seemed to love her and provide for her.  She was given free reign of the backyard to do mostly as she pleased though she was required to cook most nights for Prince Ronan, she didn’t think it was too much to ask.  She loved having the huge open space with the high fences that allowed her to roam around and garden naked.  It assured the right amount of privacy and she couldn’t help wanting to be outside, despite her annoyance with the sun.  It wasn’t good for her alabaster skin, Ronan had said.  It was all the more incentive to keep doing it, just to get under his skin.

She had ignored his warnings for the most part, but common sense won out and managed time after time to convince him to slather sunscreen on her entire body, making sure to get every crevice possible.  That was after all her favorite part of the process other than getting his goat with her subtly defiant behavior.

“You can’t beat me if I’m sunburned,” she giggling playfully, batting innocent seeming eyes.  She’d giggle and revel in the fact that she would get her way again.

It was highly amusing the way Ronan would groan and apply the lotion, though since Casey moved in, she’d begun taking Ronan’s place.  It’d defeated the whole purpose of the game from that point on but she still liked her time sky clad in the green.  He claimed the need to work more hours, hence having more than one submissive.  Part of her questioned why he would need anyone but herself but he was Alpha, it was his rules, so she would comply.

Casey was pretty in her own fashion, her figure quite the opposite of Siddella’s.  She was taller, heavyset and had long waist length auburn hair that led down to beautifully flared hips.  She was well endowed all over her body frame and stunning in a different way that made Siddella feel protected whenever she was around, despite the woman’s openly passive nature.

Once or twice Valerie had been ordered to tend to Siddella’s need for sunscreen, she remembered with vivid recall.  The two were close friends; or as close as she would allow; though she had wondered secretly if Val had stronger feelings for Ronan than she was letting on.  But then what wasn’t to love?  Ronan was perfect in her mind, at least perfect for her.