VAUGHN’S AWAKENING
The Black Dahlia
Hotel, Two
an Erotic BDSM Romance
By Skye Michaels
When Vaughn
Rawlston, the science teacher at the prestigious Savannah Preparatory Academy,
catches the twin daughters of Dom Jeremiah Wade cheating and turns them in,
trouble ensues. It follows her from
Savannah to the new, very discreet and luxurious BDSM Black Dahlia Hotel on
Fort Lauderdale Beach. Alexa and Cindy,
Vaughn’s friends since childhood, convince her to join them on a week-long trip
to Fort Lauderdale for Christmas vacation.
Vaughn has accompanied Alexa and Cindy to Le Club Waterfront-Savannah as
their guest but has not yet dipped her toes in the BDSM pool.
When Vaughn
signs up for “Introduction to BDSM for subs” and “Bondage for Beginners” at the
hotel she meets the handsome, wealthy Savannah restaurateur and Master Dom,
Phillip Paul Proffit, who has a rep at the club for being not only eye candy
but also a very good Dom. He is also
very choosy and doesn’t play with just any sub.
He has had his eye on the newbie sub at Le Club for a while, much to her
surprise.
Paul may
have played briefly with many subs at the club, but he doesn’t usually get
involved with them until Vaughn. Her
voluptuous body, sharp mind and sense of humor captivate him and he begins to
suspect that she is the one for him. He
is determined to introduce her to the pleasures to be found in the dungeon.
Paul isn’t
the only Dom with his eye on Vaughn.
Jeremiah Wade, also a member of Le Club, is determined to force Vaughn
to drop the cheating charges against his daughters in one way or another—at
least he thinks that’s his motivation for stalking her at the hotel. Can Paul save Vaughn and then convince her
she doesn’t want to run away from him as well as the ugly and dangerous results
of Wade’s obsession?
EXCERPTS
from Chapter One
The Starbuck’s on East Broughton Street, Savannah, Georgia, Wednesday
afternoon, December 23, 2015
Vaughn Rawlston, Alexa Baker,
and Cynthia Adams were enjoying coffees at the Starbucks a few blocks from Le
Club Waterfront. The club was located in an old, restored cotton warehouse on
the Savannah River. The girls were enjoying double-shot grandes and cookies
while she was having a small, no-fat, decaf latte. Sometimes life just was not
fair. They were making plans for their trip to Fort Lauderdale beginning the
day after Christmas.
“I don’t know about this,
guys. I don’t think I’m really ready to jump into this BDSM thing whole hog.” Vaughn
had enjoyed several physical relationships in her life, but she had never made
a soul-deep connection. She was hoping that the BDSM aspects of sex at the club
might provide that something—that connection—that had been missing.
“Come on, Vaughn. You’ve
been to the club several times, signed all the paperwork, and made your
reservations. Don’t wimp out on us now.” Alexa looked concerned. Vaughn knew
she really wanted her to join the club because it was such an important part of
her and Cyndy’s social lives, and they were determined to drag her along,
kicking and screaming if necessary. The three had been friends since elementary
school and had gotten into plenty of trouble together over the ensuing years. Vaughn
had lived with Alexa’s family after her mother died until she finished high
school and went off to college. Her father had been killed in military service
when she was eight, and her mother had died of cancer when she was fourteen. The
two might as well have been her sisters.
Alexa and Cyndy were both
subs and loved it, although neither had been collared yet. She wasn’t sure
either of them really wanted to be. They were having too much fun playing the
Dom field. And she had to admit that it was a really fertile field. The men at
the club were, for the most part, extremely good looking and sexy as hell. Even
the men who were not particularly handsome had a sexual edge that was
appealing.
“I know. But something
happened at school yesterday, and I’m concerned about it.”
“What does school have to do
with the club?” Vaughn knew Cyndy would back Alexa up no matter what.
“Well…I caught the Wade
twins cheating and turned them in. Mr. Bishop suspended them for two weeks
after vacation. The thing is I’ve seen their father, Jeremiah Wade, at Le Club,
and I really can’t afford to have any problems at school. Having my interest in
BDSM come out could cost me my job.”
“But even if he saw you, he’s
signed the confidentiality agreements as well as you have. He can’t out you any
more than you can out him.” Cyndy looked confused.
“I know. It just makes me
nervous.”
Alexa jumped in. “Jeremiah
Wade? He’s different. Vaughn, stay away from him—he’s a little scary, and not
in a good way. I’ve heard some of the other subs talking about him. Apparently,
his tastes are a little extreme.”
Cyndy said, “Well, we don’t
even know if he’s planning on going to The Black Dahlia Hotel. Come on, Vaughn.
Fort Lauderdale. Christmas break. You can’t pass that up. You don’t have to
participate in the dungeon activities if you don’t want to. I’ve seen pictures
and the hotel is gorgeous. Maybe you should take a couple of the sub classes
that will be offered to get in and get your feet wet.”
“I can see I’m going to have
no peace unless I agree.”
“Exactly correct.” Alexa was
smiling and Cyndy was nodding. Peas in a
pod.
from Chapter Two
On the dining terrace at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort
Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Saturday morning, December 26, 2015
“Well, the hype seems to be
deserved so far. This is a very nice hotel considering it’s not one of the big
chains,” Vaughn said.
“You can’t expect to have
BDSM facilities in a Hilton or Hyatt, that’s for sure.” Alexa continued, “I can
just see the brave soul proposing to the board of directors that they convert
the top floor to a BDSM dungeon and theme rooms.”
Cyndy said, “This rubber
bracelet system is very interesting. I like it. There is no question about what
anyone is or is not into. You just look at their bracelets.”
ADULT EXCERPT
He released her cuffs and
picked her up. He walked to the silk chaise in the corner of the room and sat
down with her in his lap. He settled her against his bare chest. “I wanted to
get that out of the way, subbie. I like to greet my subs with a nice fanny
warming. You do know that there is a difference between punishment and play. That
was play.”
“That’s a hell of a way to
say ‘hello’, Master. I don’t think I like it.”
“No? Let’s see.” He slipped
his hand down between her thighs until he encountered her well-groomed pussy. Apparently
she’d had a bikini wax in honor of the trip, and the area around her labia had
been waxed clean. That was all right with him, but he really didn’t care for a
full Brazilian. “Nice and damp, but not drenched, subbie. Let me see what I can
do about that.” He ran two fingers over her slick pussy, glanced over her clit,
and she shuddered. It wouldn’t take much to tip her over into an orgasm, but he
decided to wait. He wanted her to come on his cock. He began to skim his
fingers between the lips of her pussy with a light pressure while he kept a
firmer pressure on her clit. Soon she was shifting on his lap as she tried to
increase the friction, and he felt the slick moisture begin to gather. “That’s
better. I like my sub to be wet and ready.” He slipped two fingers between the
lips of her pussy and rotated them until he found her G-spot. He rubbed the
inside wall of her vagina, and she groaned. “Do you like that, subbie?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, Master, I want more.”
“What do you want? You have
to ask for it.”
“I want you inside me,
Master.”
He shifted her weight until
she was astride his lap. He reached down and popped the buttons on his
leathers. Ah, relief. His hard dick
sprang out of the opening at full attention. He pulled her over his cock. “Rub
that sweet pussy over my cock, subbie. I want to feel that slick honey.”
She began to stroke her hot,
wet pussy over him with enthusiasm. “No coming until I give you permission. You
have to hold back no matter what.” If anyone was going to have a hard time
holding back, it would be him. The feel of her wet, slippery center contrasted
with the short blonde hair cushioning her plump mound was exquisite. When he
could stand the friction no more he efficiently rolled on a condom. He lifted
her and brought her down on his hard shaft. “Work that fine ass, baby. Serve
your Master.” Was that too much? She had blinked at that one. Well, she’d have
to get used to submitting to his desires sooner rather than later. He reached
around and slapped her bottom. “Faster.” She curled her fingers over his
shoulders and began to ride him. He tightened his hands around her small waist
and directed her strokes. Her bottom slapped against his thighs. “Harder.” She
increased her speed and the length of her strokes.
* * * *
“Another minute, subbie. I
need a little more so we can come together.”
She began to count backward
from one hundred. One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven,
ninety-six…That was the only way she could concentrate on something other than
the fire between her legs as she rode Paul with abandon. Eighty-nine,
eighty-eight, eighty-seven, eighty-six. She was coming. She was coming. She
couldn’t stop the rush of heat that rolled through her from the top of her head
to the tips of her toes. He followed her over the edge with a blast of hot cum
as her orgasm pulsed through her veins. Finally she collapsed on him, her ample
breasts cushioned on his ripped abs. She was breathing hard. She could hear her
respiration and her heartbeat against his chest. A light sheen of sweat had
broken out on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“That was extraordinary,
Vaughn. Just excellent.”
No man had ever said that to
her before. She felt a glow of pride tighten around her heart. She’d always
thought she was a little lacking in the sex department, that her lack of
confidence in her body had hurt her performance. Well, Master Phillip Paul
Proffit had blasted right through that barrier—with some encouraging words and
a hot bottom. She snuggled against his warmth, and then she felt him reach
behind and pull a soft black blanket over her body.
“Rest, baby. Just rest on
your Master. We’re just getting started.”
Blurbs for the first four books of
the New BDSM series, THE BLACK
DAHLIA HOTEL:
Michaela’s
Debut, The Black Dahlia Hotel One By Skye Michaels
Greenwich,
Connecticut’s golden couple, Dillon Cavanaugh and Mikaela Sexton, are staying
at the Black Dahlia Hotel, in Fort Lauderdale, Florida for the wedding of Jack
Dalton Brown and Kaylin Gallagher. The
new, luxurious hotel has a confidentiality guaranteed BDSM club on the top
floor. While at breakfast, Mikaela
receives a text directing her to a You Tube video that shows what appears to be
her naked butt starring in a sex tape.
The sender of the text threatens to post another video showing her face
if she doesn’t pay up.
Handsome
attorney and Congressional candidate, Dillon Cavanaugh, cannot afford a sex
scandal involving his well-known girlfriend, but he is not willing to abandon
the love of his life just to win an election.
When the blackmailer threatens to post the second video unless she pays
five million dollars, Mikaela decides to go underground until the blackmailer
can be unearthed to the dismay of her sexy Dom boyfriend.
Can
they salvage Dillon’s election, their relationship and retrieve the damaging
video before it hits You Tube?
When Vaughn Rawlston,
the science teacher at the prestigious Savannah Preparatory Academy, catches
the twin daughters of Dom Jeremiah Wade cheating and turns them in, trouble
ensues. It follows her from Savannah to
the new, very discreet and luxurious BDSM Black Dahlia Hotel on Fort Lauderdale
Beach. Alexa and Cindy, Vaughn’s friends
since childhood, convince her to join them on a week-long trip to Fort
Lauderdale for Christmas vacation.
Vaughn has accompanied Alexa and Cindy to Le Club Waterfront-Savannah as
their guest but has not yet dipped her toes in the BDSM pool.
When Vaughn signs up
for “Introduction to BDSM for subs” and “Bondage for Beginners” at the hotel
she meets the handsome, wealthy Savannah restaurateur and Master Dom, Phillip
Paul Proffit, who has a rep at the club for being not only eye candy but also a
very good Dom. He is also very choosy
and doesn’t play with just any sub. He
has had his eye on the newbie sub at Le Club for a while, much to her
surprise.
Paul may have played
briefly with many subs at the club, but he doesn’t usually get involved with
them until Vaughn. Her voluptuous body,
sharp mind and sense of humor captivate him and he begins to suspect that she
is the one for him. He is determined to
introduce her to the pleasures to be found in the dungeon.
Paul isn’t the only Dom
with his eye on Vaughn. Jeremiah Wade,
also a member of Le Club, is determined to force Vaughn to drop the cheating
charges against his daughters in one way or another—at least he thinks that’s
his motivation for stalking her at the hotel.
Can Paul save Vaughn and then convince her she doesn’t want to run away
from him as well as the ugly and dangerous results of Wade’s obsession?
Melodie’s
Song,
The Black Dahlia Hotel Three By Skye Michaels
- (Coming 10-27-14)
Two
years ago gallery owner, Melodie Buxton, was attacked and stabbed outside her
art gallery in the Tribeca section of lower Manhattan. When she awoke in the hospital with a knife
wound on her face, she vaguely remembered the dark presence that held her
barely conscious body and attempted to stop the bleeding. After she left the hospital she was unable to
find out his name.
Dom
Logan Hawk, lead singer and guitar in Dark Place, a rock band popular with the
alternative lifestyle communities, had seen the attack. He had stopped to help the beautiful young
woman he’d noticed in the neighborhood but had not yet gotten up the nerve to
approach. As he put pressure on her
wound and felt her pulse under his hands and her blood flow through his
fingers, he knew that their souls had bonded.
Two
years after the attack, the angry red swirls running through the beautiful,
tranquil pastel abstract painting in the window of Melodie’s gallery drew
Logan. The small signature at the bottom
of the painting told him Melodie was the artist. He wanted to walk into the gallery and talk
to her but he hesitated. He’d had
glimpses of her through the gallery window since the attack and knew that she
covered the side of her face where the scar would be. One day on the urging of his band members he
walked into the gallery to talk to her.
When she learned that he was her guardian angel she agreed to have lunch
with him, and a relationship developed.
The
cloud on the horizon came in the form of Logan’s dangerous female fan and
stalker, Karin Sanders. Karin realized
that Logan and Melodie’s romance endangered her delusions of a relationship
with Logan, and she is determined to get rid of her rival in any way she
can. Karin attacks Melodie on the street
outside Rockefeller Plaza at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, and Logan
and Melodie retreat to the new BDSM hotel in Florida owned by his friend, Jack
Dalton Brown.
Can
Logan overcome Melodie’s need to hide her scar as well as the malevolent
intentions of the stalker and compose a happy ever after?
Penelope Wilson was
planning on a fun, sexy Labor Day weekend at the lake with her boyfriend and
Dom, Jay Preston Fairlamb, at the brothers’ fishing cabin on Lake Ray Hubbard
East of Dallas. When she arrived at the
lake cabin she found that Jay had unilaterally decided that they would try a
ménage. He even had a woman all lined up
and ready to go. Penelope was shocked,
hurt, furious and done, done, done with Jay Fairlamb.
Jay knew he’d handled
the whole thing poorly. He hadn’t
expected Pen to storm off and cut him out of her life for the next five long
years. He knew he’d screwed it up, and
over the next years he grew up. He’d
been a fairly inexperienced Dom and had been eager to try something new. He just hadn’t expected it to cost him
Penelope. He hadn’t been able to breach
her defenses or mend his fences, and he wanted her back.
When he learned that
Penelope and two girlfriends were planning a week’s vacation at the luxurious,
new BDSM Black Dahlia Hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach, he knew this might be his
one and only chance to corner Penelope and make her listen, or at least allow
him to apologize and make whole something he knew he had carelessly broken.
Can a black mask and a
lot of love heal their breach, or will Jay’s subterfuge blow up in his face
permanently?
Alex’s
Sacrifice (Coming Soon)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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| Skye Michaels |
My major interest, aside from my family and friends, is horses. I enjoy putting an animal character into my stories if possible. I am extremely “low tech” and probably should have been born in the 1800's as I enjoy driving a horse and buggy for fun. I also enjoy horseback riding, but the ground has gotten harder and further away over the years.
I have a small farm/vacation home in Ocala, Florida which is my favorite place in the world. There’s nothing as wonderful as swinging in the hammock in the shade and listening to the music of the wind in the pines while reading a good book.
Books have always been my escape into love and adventure, and through reading I have been able to be many people, do many things, and go to many wonderful places I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to be, do or see.
I hope that all hard working women who have a moment to put up their tired feet and relax with a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine) enjoy getting to meet my fantasy friends and to experience something new and different with a touch of hot romance thrown in for good measure!
