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  Yes Mistress

  NJ Cole

  PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF AMAZON’S BESTSELLING AUTHOR NJ COLE

  LANDSLIDE

  “What does a carefully guarded Senator do when his heart is threatened by the hot, forbidden teenage daughter of his best friend and trusted advisor? Deny, deny, deny!! Maxwell is no stranger to flying under the radar with his sexual urges. His best friend Carter has been helping find sexual partners for years. He loves young girls in their early twenties, legal, and willing to play the part of his “baby girl”.

  “This is one of the more detailed Erotica books I have read. I loved the characters, they were both strongly developed and to go along with the hot sex there was a hot storyline. There is no cliffhanger but you are left wanting and needing more. There is plenty of story left for another book.”

  “Being a huge fan of NJ Cole, Landslide did not disappoint! After the first page I found that it was hard to put down, and when it was over I still wanted more of the captivating relationship between Max and Kenzie! This story is scandalous, sexy, and sweet! As I recommended Midnight Caller to my friends, I will do the same for Landslide. It's a must read!”

  “A great read! One that you can't put down until the end. Max and Kenzie sizzles from the first chapter to the last. A good plot, realistic and relatable characters, plus great sex, what more could you ask for? Worth every penny I spent. I can't wait for more from this author.”

  Midnight Caller

  “This is BDSM done so incredibly right! After reading this book, all I can say is "Christian who??" Fifty Shades and The Crossfire series don't even come close to touching this one. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed both series BUT Midnight Caller is the real deal. The synopsis alone screamed SEXY and had me intrigued. I was hooked from the very first page. I loved the otherworldly factor, mostly because I'm a huge fan of all things paranormal, but it’s not done in a way that would turn anybody off because it’s not realistic enough. The fact that super hot Oliver (a.k.a. Sir) isn't human is a small part of the story, while the steamy play-room sessions with Rebecca (a.k.a. butterfly) take over a majority of the book. There's an awesome story line in there too, so don't go thinking its all bedroom action from start to finish. However, I will say it’s definitely not for the faint of heart, brace yourselves ladies & gents because this is one hell of a ride. I give tons of kudos to NJ Cole for writing such an incredible book that's obviously well researched and right on the mark. I can definitely see myself reading this again and would wholeheartedly jump on anything else written by this author.”

  “Midnight Caller is the first in a super erotic new series by N.J. Cole. I am not sure where to even begin with this review. The hotness rating is off the charts. The story line is good, what there is of it. It's almost like you're reading hot sex scenes that are occasionally interrupted by a story.”

  Second Chances

  “I love how this author always draws you in and makes you feel a part of the actual story you are reading! This lil diddy was a definitely worth the read. Have read various versions of this storyline, but of course author adds her own special touch to this and takes it to another level. When I saw this was available by author, I immediately stopped the book I was reading and devoured this short story before bed, ensuring some wet dreams, because sex scenes were HOT! Character building was just enough, the connection between the characters was lust-driven, and timing was perfect in their lives. So much packed in to such few pages, this author never fails to deliver! Will definitely keep this one to re-read... so what are you waiting for?”

  Acknowledgements

  I’d like to thank all of the people who support my writing including my children and friends.

  Mike-for supporting me on all of my adventures, even the not so sane ones.

  Bobby Kim-for taking this book and polishing it up and formatting it so that it was ready to go. You inspire me and make my writing better.

  T.m. Franklin - for another lovely cover and all the things you do in between!

  Sally Goodwin - for being an awesome editor. As always, you make me seem much better than I am.

  Megan Burger - Oh how you listened to me whine and offered me wine through this one. Thank you for riding the ride.

  Becky Schmidt, Postapocalypticdepository, Jaanna - My three amazing final editors. You ladies rock!

  Sally Hopkinson – for riding in at the eleventh hour and holding my hand. Thanks for the support and encouragement.

  I wrote the majority of this book in November during National Novel Writing Month. If you have the dream to write, take the challenge, you can do it. If you need encouragement, join Nocturnal Emission’s Wreck Room on Facebook. I’d love to support you if I can.

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  I’d like to dedicate this book to all of the women who had the strength to stay. ~NJ Cole

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Text Copyright © by NJ Cole 2014

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Chapter One

  I make my living from sex. No, I’m not a prostitute; I’m a professional Dominatrix. Like most people, you probably immediately think leather corsets, thigh high boots, and whips. I won’t lie, that’s part of it, but being a Dominatrix is about so much more. It’s about someone giving up control to you, trusting you to fill his or her needs.

  My clients pay to spend time with me so that they can let go. What I do to help them release their everyday stress depends on the individual. Some of them want me to tie them up and flog and paddle them until they are covered with bruises, others just want a stern yet loving mother figure. Men would come in from a business meeting, strip down to their underwear, call me Mommy, and nurse at my breast. My role as Dominatrix is to make each client feel safe and protected while in my care.

  Though I am pretty flexible as a Domme, I do have a few hard limits. Gender is not an issue for me. I can dominate both males and females, but I will not change diapers, intentionally draw blood, nor engage in golden showers or the use of feces in sexual acts. I do know several Dominants or Dominatrixes who would be willing to engage in those activities, and I’d be more than happy to give out their numbers if a client requested it.

  Unlike many people involved in the lifestyle, I don’t have a traumatic story to tell about my childhood and how I turned to BDSM to regain the power and control in my life. I’m a Domme because I’m good at it. I started having sex when I was fifteen. I wasn’t in love with the guy. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. People tend to confuse sex and love. One really has nothing to do with the other. Sex is a biological function that releases chemicals in the brain making you feel good. People in love often don’t have great sex, and everyone knows that you don’t have to be in love to have amazing sex.

  My first time was awful. The boy, and yes, he was a boy of seventeen, had no idea what he was doing. I wanted so much to tell him to move his fingers faster, add a second finger, or suck in my nipples harder as they weren’t going to break off, but I didn’t. I thought that the man had sex with the woman and the woman was supposed to lay there and receive it. By my third sexual partner, I’d had enough and I was calling the shots.

  After that, I seemed to find men who liked it when I took control in the bedroom. I’d hold their heads to my pussy until I came on their faces, I rode their cocks until my pussy couldn’t take any more, and then, if I felt like it, I’d tell them how to fuck me so they could come.

  After a few months of dating this one guy in college, he mentioned to me that I should become a Dominatrix. At first I laughed it off, but one night, when he suggested we check out a BDSM club, I decided to go and see what it was all about.

  It was a whole new world. There were other men and women like me at the club which was exciting. What was even more exciting, was that there were dozens of people who were looking for someone to control them, someone just like me.

  I began going on weekends, and soon I was there every Friday and Saturday night. After about a month and a half, I participated in a demonstration. There was a Dom who was modeling how to use a flogger on a submissive. He had her nude, chained spread eagle to a wall, ass facing the crowd. When he asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to learn how to flog a little slut, I stepped forward and he began to teach me how to use the cruel looking device. Fifteen minutes later, the woman’s ass was covered with tiny pink lines and the wall was covered with her come from where she’d squir
ted all over it.

  It was the first time I’d used a flogger, and she was the first woman I’d caused to have an orgasm. I loved both. To make it even better, Ty, the manager of the club, asked if I wanted to work there as a Dominatrix. Technically that wasn’t my job title. I was a server, but I worked on tips, and boy did I make great money for a kid in college.

  A few years later, I graduated with a business degree and over fifty grand in the bank. Most of the people I knew were in major debt with tons of student loans, but not me. I’d paid for the entire thing while only working two nights a week and an occasional after work session here or there.

  At first I thought I’d leave the club and get a job in my field, but when I realized that I’d be expected to work sixty or more hours a week for a salary that was half of what I was making as a Dominatrix, I decided to keep on doing what I loved.

  The work was fun, and though I had my regulars, it never got boring. I was able to become a master at the whip and learn the art of rope tying. I’m not sure how long I would’ve stayed working at the club in Philadelphia if I hadn’t gone to the BDSM convention in Vegas.

  I went there every year. It was a place for Dominants and submissives to meet. Hotels accommodated us and allowed couples to remain in character for the entire weekend, provided they stayed in specified areas and covered all genitalia if moving around the common ones.

  I enjoyed going and networking in Vegas. I wasn’t there to make friends. I really didn’t have any friends, as I’d learned from experience that they all wanted something from you. What I was looking for were other Doms or Dommes to talk shop with. With all of the internet sex toy companies popping up, it was hard to tell which products were of good quality. I liked to feel the weight of a flogger in my hand before buying it, and when it came to dungeon furniture, it was good to talk to someone who had used it before. Having a suspension system was impressive, but if it didn’t work, there wasn’t much point in having one.

  The second day of the convention, I ran into a Dom I’d worked with a few years back. He was only at the club for about six months, but I’d come to respect him.

  “Hey, Colton,” I said, walking up to him.

  “M! It’s so good to see you. You look great!”

  “Thanks, so do you!” He’d always had a great body, but he looked more relaxed than he had when he was in Philly, and the tan he was rocking looked pretty hot, too.

  “How’s Ty?”

  “The same.”

  Before I had a chance to ask him what he was up to, a tall sexy man walked over to us. He had to be at least six foot four with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing black leather pants that left little to the imagination, and from what I could see, he was proportional.

  “Hey, Eric. This is M, a friend from Philly,” Colton said, making the introductions. “M, this is my partner, Eric.”

  “Partner?” I asked, looking at the large butt plug that Colton was holding in his hand. “Don’t tell me that you’re gay now?”

  “Hell no! The only way you’d get that thing up my ass is if I was dead.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. Apparently Eric saw it as flirting because he took a step closer to me. “What I would like to see is you on your knees waiting to serve me,” he said with a cocky grin.

  Colton laughed before I responded. “The only way I’d kneel before you is if someone chopped my legs off at the knees.”

  I gave him my best Domme stare and he took a step back. “Take it easy, Firecracker.” He was all smiles, though, and I knew he was just kidding.

  “So I take it when Colton said he knew you from Philly, you worked as a Domme at the club with him?”

  “She was the best…” Colton looked like he was going to say more, but just stopped mid-sentence.

  Eric turned to look at him, then at me as if I were under inspection. “She’s got the look.”

  “And the attitude,” Colton added.

  “But does she have the cash? And would she relocate?”

  “Hello? I’m right here. Anyone want to tell me what’s going on?”

  “When I said Eric and I were partners,” Colton looked at me smugly,” I meant business partners. We run a salon of sorts, where women come for BDSM services.”

  “Sounds interesting,” I commented, still not sure what this had to do with me.

  “The thing is, we’ve had to turn down calls from men and women looking for a Domme. Some of the women who request a female are alright serving a man, but neither of us is comfortable dominating another man. And another issue, we have more people calling than we can take. It kills us to turn down money.”

  “I can see that. Maybe you can get another Dom.”

  Colton looked at me and nodded. “We were actually thinking of a female—a Domme—so that we are more diverse. I know that you’re doing well where you are, but would consider a move?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know, Colton. I have a few regulars and the money is pretty good.”

  “Is Ty still taking twenty-five percent?”

  I nodded. It sounded like a lot, but Ty had the entire club to run. He had to pay the rent and utilities, get permits and an alcohol license, as well as hire bouncers and bartenders. Even then, though, it still seemed excessive.

  “We’d ask for fifteen percent—five if you were a partner,” Colton said.

  “Partner?”

  Eric smiled and added, “Assuming we all agreed that it would be a good idea. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I’ve just met her.”

  “The thing is,” Colton continued, “the place we have now only has three playrooms. Eric uses one, I use one, and we rent one out to couples wanting to play. There is another place that we’ve been looking at to buy. The two of us could afford it, but if we found the right partner, we’d go in thirds and then, like I said, you’d only have to contribute five percent of your earnings.”

  I wasn’t sure if I was interested or not, but they definitely had my curiosity peaked. “How will you afford to run the place if we each only give five percent?”

  “Well, clubs have a lot of expenses we don’t have, which does lower our overhead. I mentioned the playroom that we rent out. We have the major furniture, but they have to bring their own toys, and we do have a small shop. Both of those things make money that should cover our monthly expenses. The five percent is actually a projection. If we are able to make enough on renting the room and the shop, we won’t have to contribute any of our own salaries. “

  “You’ve definitely peaked my curiosity. I’d have to know more and see the place before I make a decision, though.”

  “And of course, we’d have to make sure that your style works for us, as well. We have a few other Dommes we’d like to talk to before we make a final decision.”

  “Of course,” I replied. The fact that there were other Dommes they were considering actually made me more interested rather than less. Human nature was, after all, competitive.

  We said our goodbyes and parted ways. It was later that night before I saw either of them again. I’d agreed to give a demonstration on prostate milking, and was dressed in thigh high black leather boots, a pair of tight leather shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks, and a red corset. My sub was nude with the exception of the metal cage I’d placed over his cock. I’d tied him to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and paddled his ass and thighs until they were covered with red marks, all while he screamed out, “Thank you, Mistress. May I have another, Mistress?”