Social Service

Heather Green has just moved to Rock Creek: a kink-friendly BDSM community. This story is about her first six weeks with the community and her owners.

She is introduced, she is shared, and she feels more owned than ever.

Meanwhile, the community is preparing for Saturnalia, an annual event where the Masters and slaves switch places for a day. What will happen when everything turns upside down?

This is a sequel to Under Order. It is not necessary to have read Under Order to enjoy this book.

Social Service contains graphic descriptions of sexual scenes. It is intended for adults only.

From the Author:

This is my second novel in my new career as an erotic author. Please, if you have the time, I'd greatly appreciate your reviews, your thoughts, and your comments. You can contact me directly via my website, and of course you can review the book directly right here!
Thanks,
Sadey Quinn

Excerpt:

I was nearly blind with arousal as he continued to paddle me. He paused often and touched my cunt. He used his fingernails on my back, dragging them along my spine, making me gasp in pain as I arched my back for more. I so wanted him to stop, but I never wanted him to stop, I wanted him to do this to me forever. I wanted him to keep me in this electric state of mind.

“Ten more to go,” he said finally. I was gasping and heaving against the desk. I'd never been more of a shameless, hungry slut. I didn't care that he knew how horny I was, I didn't care what he saw when I pushed my ass up for more. I'd lost all my modesty and it didn't matter at all. I wanted to be his fucktoy, to be everyone's fucktoy. I wanted all of the Masters and Mistresses of Rock Creek to beat me, to use me, to fuck me and make me beg for more.

Erik worked quickly to finish off the paddling. He whacked me hard and I heard myself, as if from a distance, plead with him to keep going.

“Please, sir, paddle me harder. Harder, sir, please paddle me harder!” I cried.

He reached under my hips and worked his hand down to my clit. With one hand he fingered me and with the other he paddled me. I bucked against his arm and screamed and my body spasmed in a shaking, earth-quaking orgasm. My legs shook and my arms tensed and I could feel cum running down my legs. My mouth kept making noises but couldn't form words. I collapsed on the desk, my chest heaving up and down, my legs and arms completely limp.

Erik helped me up and lay me down on the floor. He stroked my naked body gently as I came back to life. I was crying and I didn't know why, I'd never felt such bliss before.

“They said you're a painslut,” he said to me, smiling. “They were evidently accurate in that description.”

I managed a smile, but I was still hungry. I felt for his cock and could tell he was very hard.

“May I… ?” I asked tentatively. I didn't know what the rules were, if my owners had given consent to me sucking his cock.

Erik nodded and lay back. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to get access to his dick. It was like I was unwrapping a prize. I pulled down his boxers to release his cock. It sprang up, straight and erect, calling for attention.