Serpentine Tongue

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Life is full of choices. Siobhan thought she’d never see another Sidhe.
Until a blue dragon the size of a small mountain falls into her life,
wounded and ailing. When the beast turns into a man, Siobhan has a
choice: heal him at the cost of exposing her greatest secret, or let him
die. Fallon and Dearg thought they’d spend their lives as Seelie
Knights, but treachery of the heart brings a reviled fate crashing upon
them. They’ve become the first dragon shifters in fae existence, and
they have to trust Siobhan in order to survive. Now, she has to choose:
Fallon, Dearg…or both?

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About the author

Kayden Mcleod hails from gorgeous, British Columbia Canada. Lately she's writing bdsm. She's also an accomplished cover artist and has made many of New Dawning's book covers. 

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Apr 1, 2014
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Fiction / Erotica
Fiction / Fantasy / Paranormal
Fiction / Romance / Erotica
Fiction / Romance / Fantasy
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Overjoyed that Bethany has been accepted into Madam Clairette's world of
doms and subs, Daniel must turn his submissive over to the very man who
broke him years before. Keegan is eager to pick up the gauntlet in his
capable hands, and take Bethany to the next level of submission. 


Bethany still lay in bed, just as Daniel left her; a blonde angel in sleep. Granted, a naked one, but angelic nonetheless.

Her vivid blue eyes blinked open, as if sensing she was being watched.
Her full, dark pink lips tugged into a smile when she spotted Daniel.
But then she saw Keegan, and her eyes widened, sitting up faster than a
coiled spring.

The silk sheets fell from her full breasts, crowned with rosy nipples.
Side-swept bangs partially obscured her expression. Bethany stilled like
a deer caught in headlights.

"Get up, submissive. And greet your master properly," Keegan said in a low, husky voice, which was better than distilled sex.

After a second of hesitation, Bethany slowly moved to the edge of the
bed. Daniel winced. He would've allowed this impertinence, so Bethany
didn't know she did wrong. When Keegan smirked, Bethany cocked her head,
looking him right in the eye.

Daniel looked at the floor, and bit his lip. At that moment, he
understood exactly why Madam Clairette chose Keegan to break Bethany.
While she acted as a submissive, she still didn't get the extent of what
she should be doing, how she would react. But she would. He saw the
flash of that knowledge in Keegan's eyes.

"Kneel before me, sub. And be quick about it this time," Keegan barked.
The coiled muscles in his shoulders and back were defined through his

Bethany did as ordered, knowing well enough to stare at the floor as she
scrambled to her knees in front of him, her thighs parallel with his

"I can already see you lack in areas, but we'll fix that immediately."
Keegan crossed his arms, his thick-as-tree-trunk biceps bulging. His
long, tapered fingers tapped the elbow of his other arm. "Let's start
off with the basics. I speak, you listen. Only my words mean anything to
you now. That means when I give an order, you immediately obey without
question or complaint. You do not speak unless spoken to, and only if I
give you permission first. The answers will be as short as possible. If I
am displeased with how you handle yourself or disobey me, there will be
a punishment of my choosing."

"Like a spanking?" Bethany said with humor.

My brow cocked, waiting. Another mistake.

"Okay," Bethany replied.

Mistake number two. Daniel knew that had been a test. And her first punishment would be soon to follow.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Keegan said. A test. Would she answer him?
Bethany shut her mouth and kept it that way. He reached out, and ran his
fingers down her tousled hair. "Daniel, could you please get my
backpack I left in the hallway?"

"Of course." Daniel retrieved the package, handling the bag with care
when exchanging hands. He had only a vague idea what would be in the
bag. With Keegan, one could only be so sure about what tricks were to

Keegan pulled out a collar with shiny spikes protruding from the collar
at regular intervals, reminiscent of something a Rottweiler would wear.
Also, a five-foot leash.

Without saying a word, he lifted Bethany's hair from her neck, coiling
the collar around her neck, and then attached the leash. With flashing
blue eyes, he straightened.

Bethany stared up at him with this "Now what?" clearly etched on her

BLURB Madam Clairette isn’t an average woman by anyone’s standards. She runs an unusual, multi-functional establishment that serves as a playground to both Doms and Subs, along with her carefully selected clients. Bethany’s boyfriend, Daniel, is confident he can bring Bethany into this world of primal sex and new adventures. But first, Bethany has to meet the Mistress of the house


Madam Clairette cleared her throat. “Out of curiosity, when was the last time you had sex?”

Bethany’s heart took on a furious beat. Her inner thighs grew wet. She
thought of the last time she’d indulged in carnal pleasures. Daniel had
bitten his way up the spot where her leg met her hips, teasing her
before moving to her core. When had that been? Oh, yes. “A week or so.
Daniel cut me off when you told him you wanted to see me.”

“Oh, now that’s just cruel of him! But predictable. He had tough
teachers.” Madam Clairette leaned back in her chair. “We’ll fix that
soon enough, won’t we, Luke?” The blonde to the Mistress’ left nodded.
“First, we have a few more aspects to go over. Not only do I provide an
excellent environment for our subs, doms, and guests to pander to their
fantasies, I have systems set in place to ensure everyone is kept happy
at all times,” the Mistress said. “If something, anything, is stricken
off the list of what you are willing to do, I can ensure it does not

“How can you make this promise?”

“Do you think my men are so nicely built just to ride? There will be at
least one, if not two at every event, strictly there to closely watch
everything and enforce my rules. They are knowledgeable in all their
charges, and these two…” She waved toward the men at her back. “…will
keep a special eye on you until you get into the swing of things.
Everyone who enters my house is carefully screened, so we rarely have
any problems.”

Madam Clairette reached into a drawer of her desk, and pulled out a
beautifully carved wooden box, setting it down between them. “The
contents of this box means of distinction between you, and the rest
under my employ. My clients know on sight what they are permitted to do
to you without having to ask.” She slid the lid open. She pulled out a
thin jeweler’s box and handed it to Bethany.

The box revealed an antiqued silver necklace. The metal encased
brilliant garnets within the elegant ivy pattern. The finely detailed
design was expensive, the weight heavy in Bethany’s hand.

“It is yours to keep. The garnet symbolizes your submission, and how
you’ll be identified by the others of this household. The contrasting
sapphire is set in a strongly colored metal of gold, a representation of
their dominance. I am sure you’ve seen Daniel wear it.”

“Yes, I have. I wondered why he always wore it, though never asked why.”

Her attention shifted to the necks of the men behind the mistress,
noting Luke wore a masculine version of the red one. Keegan’s neck
flashed with blue, the setting brilliant gold and the pattern of harsh
points contrasting the softer version of silver ivy. It was a clear

The Mistress’ hand dipped into the drawer again, emerged with thirty or
so colored bangles. A quick check to the men showed neither wore any.

“And these represent something you won’t do. For instance, do you take it in the ass?”

Keegan chuckled at the blunt question.

Bethany prided herself on her lack of reaction. She could be brash when she wished to be. “Yes.”

“Though you insinuated this before, would you care for more than one man at a time?”

“Yes. I have never had more than three, though I’m willing to trying new things,” Bethany said.

“What about women?”

“I’ve never been with a woman.”

The Mistress placed a yellow bangle in front of her. Ahh, negotiations.
Bethany’s breath caught in her throat. Would this harm her chances?

“It doesn’t mean...”

“When and if you feel the need to change it, you are welcome to do so.
No one will tell you differently. Give yourself time to adjust.”

“Thank you.”

“Absolutely no thanks needed,” Madam Clairette said. “If there is ever a
problem, no matter how small, come and tell me. We will discuss and do
what we can to solve it. My door is always open to you, for anything at
all. I want your time here to be comfortable. Promise me that, will

Bethany breathed a sigh of relief. The mistress had spoken as if she’d
already been accepted. “I promise. I know I will love it here.”

“Oh, so do I.”  

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