Subspace Read online

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  Subspace Anthology

  ISBN # 978-0-85715-810-9

  Three-Way Tie ©Copyright Sierra Cartwright 2011

  Head Games ©Copyright Desiree Holt 2011

  His Landlady ©Copyright Jan Irving 2011

  The Science of Submission ©Copyright Justine Elyot 2011

  Away From It All ©Copyright Elizabeth Coldwell 2011

  The Accidental Sub ©Copyright Mina Dorian 2011

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright November 2011

  Edited by Penny Chapman

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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 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 1 & 2.

  SUBSPACE ANTHOLOGY

  Three-Way Tie

  Sierra Cartwright

  Head Games

  Desiree Holt

  His Landlady

  Jan Irving

  The Science of Submission

  Justine Elyot

  Away From It All

  Elizabeth Coldwell

  The Accidental Sub

  Mina Dorian

  ‘Three-Way Tie’ by Sierra Cartwright

  Lindsey wins a weekend with a renowned Dom, and when she arrives, she is stunned to discover there are two men to tie her up and give her the experience of a lifetime.

  Two Doms? Lindsey has no idea what to do with one renowned, unyielding, strict dominant, but when she wins a weekend with Master Rafael, she’s shocked to learn he’s invited Master Eric to join him. One sexy Dom is beyond her experience, but two gorgeous hunks focussed entirely on her...?

  Rafael and Eric are determined to give Lindsey the BDSM experience of her lifetime. It’s not enough just to pleasure her physically, they won’t be satisfied unless she completes the ultimate emotional and mental journey into subspace.

  In one unbelievable weekend, they take her to the edge of her limits, testing her endurance in a way only two skilled men working together can.

  ‘Head Games’ by Desiree Holt

  When Diego Valdez took his sub, Kaci Ballard, on a trip to subspace, neither of them realised just how erotic that journey would be–or how it would end.

  International businessman Diego Valdez had a reputation as a Dom for never keeping his subs more than two years. Then came the big gift and the kiss-off. But sculptor Kaci Ballard has been with him for three years and is wondering when her time will be up. Because Kaci has done the unforgiveable-fallen in love with him-and she’s not sure how she’ll handle the end when it comes.

  When he tells her he wants to teach her how to enter subspace so they can raise the edge of pleasure/pain she agrees, hoping that will show him her total commitment-and give her the same in return. But neither of them is quite prepared for how this particular journey turns out.

  ‘His Landlady’ by Jan Irving

  “I know I should have waited, bided my time like a good boy but...I am not a good boy,” seductive younger man Sloan Kent tells Diana Moore the first time they meet, when the martial arts instructor lures her into an act of unexpected submission.

  Diana Moore is edgy around new tenant Sloan Kent, owner of a kick boxing school. From the moment she glimpses a martial arts poster of the lean, beautiful man, she wants him, but she can’t see a focussed warrior athlete and an earth mother like her having much in common.

  Sloan’s calm Zen facade lulls Diana so that she submits to him the first time they are alone together. Diana has never had such an intense experience, but he’s too young to be her master, isn’t he?

  ‘The Science of Submission’ by Justine Elyot

  Where do sex and science meet? Ailish finds out the answer – and it’s yes. Yes. Yes, Sir.

  Ailish’s fascination with the shadowy figure known to her friends as The Scientist leads her to discover their mutual interest in some of the lesser-travelled roads of human sexuality. So when Rod suggests she assist him in researching some of the enduring questions of kink, she is too intrigued to resist.

  They work together to establish the precise truth of the axiom that the brain is the largest human sex organ. What will they conclude? Will they be able to establish, together, a science of submission? And will that research partnership lead to a more intimate relationship?

  ‘Away From It All’ by Elizabeth Coldwell

  Alyssa’s tired of playing by the rules, but when she meets Drew, she’s bound to obey him...

  When the promotion Alyssa Morton worked so hard for goes to someone else, her friend, Kay, books them both into an exclusive spa for some serious pampering. Kay falls ill on the eve of the trip and Alyssa, tired of playing by the rules, decides to go on her own. The spa’s policy is to seat single guests at the same table, and she finds herself sharing her evening meal with handsome American actor, Drew Jefferies.

  Drew recognises in Alyssa a submissive streak she’s never dared explore, and in the luxurious surroundings of the spa, free from distractions, he vows to teach her what it means to be dominated. He offers her a chance to give up responsibility, if only for a little while, and surrender to a loving, masterful man. By taking her into subspace, Drew offers her a whole new way to get away from it all. But can this ever be more than just a three-day fling?

  Reader Advisory: This book contains candle play.

  ‘The Accidental Sub’ by Mina Dorian

  On the run from her abusive husband Catherine has learned not to trust anyone—especially no one in the BDSM lifestyle. But will she be able to resist a powerful dom like Jon?

  Catherine has been on the run from her abusive husband and former dom for years. Unable to trust anyone, she has also left the BDSM lifestyle. Or so she thought, until a strange but powerful voice told her to get naked and kneel right there, in the middle of her office, after hours. Will she give in to her sweet urges and submit to a strange dom if only for one night? Can she trust her own instincts, which had let her into a disastrous marriage?

  Jon has been a dom for years, but recently he has become bored with the lifestyle—until he sees Catherine kneeling in her office stark naked and in a beautifully submissive position. Jon knows he has to have her. Can he convince the gorgeous submissive to trust him? And will he be able to keep her safe from the demons in her past?

  THREE-WAY TIE

  Sierra Cartwright

  Dedication

  Bev, you rock!

  Chapter One

  “There are two of you?”

  “Is that a problem?” Master Rafael asked, arching an expressive brow.

  Lindsey Nolan stood on the
porch of the magnificent Rocky Mountain home, looking up at the tall Dom. The hint of a Spanish accent, sexy and compelling, laced his voice, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

  He stood next to another man whom he had introduced as Master Eric. While Master Eric was slightly shorter than Master Rafael, both men were over six feet tall. Both had broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful and oh-so-sexy thighs.

  While Master Rafael was dark, with rakishly long hair and brown eyes she could drown in, Master Eric had sun-kissed blond hair that he wore short, cropped. His expressive blue eyes were warm and welcoming.

  Could the two men be more different?

  Intuitively Lindsey wanted to be dominated by Master Rafael, but she wanted to be held and comforted—perhaps made love to—by Master Eric.

  “A problem?” she repeated. “No. I just have no idea what to do with two Doms.”

  “You’ll be told what to do,” Master Rafael explained. “You’re just expected to obey.”

  She sucked in a breath.

  “Come in, Lindsey.”

  For a moment she didn’t move. There was something overwhelming about standing here, eight hundred miles from her small- town central Texas home that made her forget everything she knew about decorum. From the moment she’d asked her cousin to take her shifts at the family’s diner and packed her bag, nothing had been the same.

  Master Rafael silently regarded her. He’d told her on the telephone she wouldn’t be pushed into anything. The choices, all along, would be hers.

  Even though her heart thundered, a few moments later she entered the foyer, dragging her small piece of luggage.

  The house was constructed from warm-toned wooden beams. The entrance floor was slate and a Native American rug stretched across its length. This private place, on acres of land, was so different from her humble reality.

  Again she wondered what she’d got herself into by travelling to Master Rafael’s home.

  He reached above her head and flicked the door closed, sealing out the cool mountain air.

  “We’ll talk in the great room,” Master Rafael said. “I have your signed copy of the rules.”

  She nodded. The man was thorough. They’d talked and talked on the phone, and before she’d sent him a copy of the signed rules, they’d gone over the simple statements one by one, several times.

  “I printed out your contract.”

  “That’s something different than the rules?”

  He nodded. “Your contract discusses your limits. It also discusses our mutual agreement that you’ll be here from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. It states you’re free to leave anytime. The contract includes your safe word and everything else we’ve talked about. I want you to read it carefully and be certain it includes everything you want it to. Once you’re certain everything is in order we can begin.”

  Because of his attention to detail, she’d already trusted him with secrets no one else knew. In a way, though, that unnerved her. “What should I do with my bag?”

  “Leave it there. You won’t need it.”

  Her mouth dried. He sounded serious. Did they intend to keep her naked all weekend?

  “Place your car keys there.” He pointed to a row of brass hooks. “They will be accessible if you decide to leave.”

  She hung her rental car key on an empty hook and then placed her handbag on top of her suitcase. It felt as if she were entering an alternate universe.

  Master Eric led the way to the great room. Master Rafael followed her, leaving her sandwiched between the two hunks.

  Lindsey resisted the impulse to look back at the door and the possibility of a retreat.

  Lindsey squared her shoulders. She’d already decided that, no matter what happened, she wouldn’t leave early. She had paid dearly for this experience. She would endure and enjoy every moment of it.

  Like the rest of the home, the space was spectacular.

  Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased tall pines and mountaintops dusted with snow. A stone fireplace served as the room’s focal point. A settee, a couple of end tables and two leather armchairs were arranged in a semicircle in front of the hearth.

  “Kneel with your back to the fireplace. Not on the rug. You haven’t earned that comfort.”

  Earned? She had to earn the privilege of kneeling on a rug?

  She felt awkward, but tried to make her motions graceful as she lowered herself to the polished hardwood floor. Both men stood in front of her, and her eyes were even with their crotches.

  Her heart raced. She’d played BDSM games before. They generally weren’t accompanied by such an attack of nerves. Then again, she was usually at a club where it seemed natural. Either that, or she was with an established lover and the play was an extension of their sex play.

  Both men regarded her. She was unsure how to act. Where would they expect her to put her hands? On her thighs? Behind her neck? Behind her back?

  She knew enough to cast her gaze downward and remain silent unless responding to a question.

  She spread her legs a bit and leaned slightly back. She put her hands palm up on her thighs. Her previous boyfriend hadn’t ever given specific instructions, so she’d adopted this position. It felt as comfortable and natural as kneeling could.

  The men allowed the silence to stretch and drag. Testing her?

  Finally, Master Rafael spoke. “We went over the reasons you bid on a weekend with me, but I want you to tell us both about your expectations. What do you want from the weekend?”

  Unsure of proper protocol, she took a chance and looked up to meet his gaze. She’d always had a thing for men with thick, long dark hair. She imagined having her fingers laced in the strands as she screamed his name during an orgasm.

  “I…” She trailed off. A sudden attack of nerves left her brain feeling like scrambled eggs.

  They waited.

  She understood. They’d show as much patience as needed, but she wouldn’t be able to get out of answering their questions.

  She took a steadying breath and tried again. “As I told you on the phone, Sir, I have had some BDSM experience. I go to a club in Dallas fairly regularly, and I’ve dated a couple of men who are Dominants. But I’ve always come away a bit disappointed.”

  “Go on.”

  “I’ve heard others talk about subspace. I’ve read about it.” She sighed. “Maybe it doesn’t really exist, but I’ve seen other women, men too, getting into a scene so deep they seem as if they’re somewhere else. I always feel as if I’m distracted. This may be naïve, but I wonder if there’s a part of the experience I’ve completely missed.”

  “You’re hoping to get that here?” Master Eric asked.

  He sounded so very different from Master Rafael. Master Eric’s voice was crisp and cool, like a winter morning.

  “I’m not sure that’s realistic or even possible,” she admitted. “I think I’m the problem. I think I mentioned that I always feel distracted on some level. I’ll think about work or how things could be better. I notice if the room is too hot, or too cold or I need more pressure or the bindings are too tight.”

  Again they waited.

  “I can’t get out of my own head long enough to really let go. A couple of my boyfriends have told me I’m a control freak.”

  “Are you?” Master Eric asked.

  “It seems a bit at odds with someone who wants to achieve the ultimate, I suppose.”

  “You like BDSM, but you like to be in control,” he surmised.

  She nodded.

  “That’s the thing about a D/s relationship,” he continued. “It seems the Dom is in control, but the sub truly has the power.”

  “I’m not sure I want it, Sir. I think that’s been part of the trouble. I wanted to control every aspect of each scene. I think what I want is to just let go.”

  Master Rafael spoke, “For a sub to truly let go, a huge amount of trust is required. Your Dom needs to know you completely.”

  Which might have been part of the r
eason he’d instructed her to phone him every day for the past week, in addition to answering his numerous emails.

  It seemed no part of her life had been left unexplored. He’d requested a copy of her health report, he’d asked about men she’d been with, he enquired as to how many enemas she’d administered to herself.

  Everything had been so matter-of-fact she hadn’t been mortified.

  “Have your Doms taken the time to get to know you?” Master Eric asked. “Do you play with people you trust?”

  “No one has talked to me like Master Rafael has, Sir. I have trusted the men I’ve been with. They’ve all stopped when I asked them to. When I ask for more, they have given it to me. When I say I don’t like something, they have tried something different.”

  “Trust is about more than that,” he said. “It’s about knowing limits in advance. It’s about knowing you, what you want, what terrifies you. It’s about pushing you to the edge.”

  She shivered in anticipation. That was what she wanted.

  “I want one thing perfectly clear,” Master Rafael said. “What you’re talking about isn’t just trust. You’re talking about topping from the bottom. With us, that’s not an option. Everything will have been discussed in advance. We’ll establish the trust you require so that we can give you what you want. If you want to achieve subspace, we’ll get you there.”

  “You think it’s possible, Sir?”

  “I’d generally want more than just a couple of days. But if we’re focused, if you are willing to do what it takes, we’ll get you there.”

  She nodded.

  “As we discussed, if you are beyond your comfort zone in a way that frightens you, use your safe word. Sunday.”