Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier
by Kryssie Fortune
Dominated. Spanked. And loving it.
Former soldiers make great heroes. They’ve fought for their country, they understand loyalty, and they come with solid muscle and faultless manners. That makes them perfect in my book. When Loose id requested submissions for three linked stories, I decided my heroes would be former soldiers who want to build a new life in the fictional North Carolina town of Westhorpe Ridge. I fell in love with my heroes and needed to revisit Westhorpe Ridge. Another stand-alone story beckoned.
Luke’s seen too many terrible things, and he’s suffered for it. His body’s scarred and his spirit’s crushed. Slowly, he’s clawing his way back to normal. It’s only natural that the other former military men in Westhorpe Ridge close ranks around him. The things PTSD sufferers go through can’t be underplayed.
The more I learned about Marines, SEALs, and Army Doctors, the more I respect them. Now I’ve added an Army trained mechanic to the list. While I’ve done all I can to bring Westhorpe Ridge to life, I need to thank my editor, Kierstin Cherry for “Americanizing” my very British expression. I hope my readers will love Westhopre Ridge and its heroes so much they’ll want to visit again and again
Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.
Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.
Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?
Slap. She sobbed in earnest, her tears soaking the chair seat as her shoulders shook. “Nine, Sir.”
Again, he turned gentle, stroking her butt and running his fingers through her cunt. “Spread your legs wider.”
Nervous but willing, she spread her legs so far apart she struggled to keep her balance. When he reached between her thighs and pinched her clit, she stiffened and made a sound halfway between a sob and a pleasured scream. He moved his hand, and she tensed, expecting him to strike her ass. Instead, he slapped her cunt.
Every bone in her body jarred, then melted like the clocks in a Dalí painting. She moaned and slumped forward. Her legs refused to support her, and she slid to the floor. “Ten, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
When he gathered her into his arms, she curled up against his chest like a contented kitten. Murmuring soft words, he settled on the sofa and stroked her hair before drying her eyes with a tissue. “You’re a brave, beautiful girl. I’ve never had a sub respond the way you do.”
He held her until her tears stopped, then almost bent in two to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. She pulled him closer, kissing him back like a sex-starved slut—demanding as well as giving. His tongue tangled with hers, but after a moment, he pulled back. “Sweet Kate, if you want to take this further, you spell out your needs. I won’t take advantage of you. You’re the one in charge here, remember.”
Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for another kiss. When they broke apart, she whispered, “I want everything. I want to suck on your cock until you come down my throat. I want you to go down on me until I scream. I want you to tie me down and torment me into a sensual frenzy. I want you to teach me more sexual games than I can count. Most of all, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk in the morning.”
More about Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.
Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.
When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.
Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.
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