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Six of the Best – Amiko’s Adjustments

Patricia Green
October 18, 2015
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You’ve met Kevin, Ross and Renee; now meet Amiko, the linchpin on which the adventure in Master of Two turns. In this free short story on my site, you’ll find out where Amiko comes from, what drove her to become Kevin’s second girl, and why it suits her so well. I’ll warn you, though, this is an erotic, BDSM story, meant for those 18+ and does have some difficult concepts. It’s the last of the stories meant as companions to Master of Two.

Here are my six paragraphs:

Paris! Finally, to be away from the convent, away from confinement and poverty.

She turned to hail a cab and was nearly felled by a man moving quickly through the throngs. Her purse, the only link between her and her new life as a student at the Sorbonne, left with the thug at a much greater rate than he had approached. Screaming, cursing, pleading, Amiko ran after the thief to no consequence. Suddenly, a large man came out of the crowd ahead and stuck out a beefy arm to halt the criminal.

Amiko’s papers, her small funds, addresses, proof of scholarship, everything that her life hinged upon was saved by this one act of heroism. To say that she was grateful to the man was a gross understatement. Innocently, she praised the big man who introduced himself as Marc Maroten. Ami further explained her circumstances to him, telling him in her academic French, that she had only just arrived in Paris for the first time and would be seeking lodging near the University. Classes were due to start in three weeks. Did he know of a modest boarding house she might find near there?

Marc had immediately offered the lovely nineteen-year-old a suite in his home. He told her that he was a bachelor living in an old house that was really too big for him alone and yet was too valuable to be sold at the current market prices.

Over lunch, fascination for the man easily overcame Amiko’s reluctance to take such offers from strangers. He was large, but muscular, and well-groomed, with a dark beard and moustache and deep, deep brown eyes. His smile was engaging, and his sense of humor was universal. As it turned out, he owned an import/export business in Paris and had done considerable business in Japan. The smattering of Japanese he’d picked up worked into the conversation to help Amiko’s French.

In time, her fascination for Marc grew beyond her ability to restrain her curiosity. Staying in his home was comfortable, and though he was often busy and away, whenever he was home he was affectionate and teased her in ways she’d never experienced before. At first shy, Amiko learned accidentally that her nudity brought her greater attention from the big man, drawing his eyes as she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom one afternoon when she thought he was out. She’d gone beet red with embarrassment that time, but couldn’t seem to help herself and found herself seeking more opportunities to tease his gaze toward her.

I hope you enjoyed this taste of Amiko’s experiences. You will find more in the free short story, “Amiko: Adjustments” right here.

To get more great introductions to books and characters you’ll be fascinated about, hop along at the following links.

Six of the Best — The Ultimate Bad Boy

Patricia Green
October 11, 2015
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Hello! Following on my Six of the Best from last Sunday, and part of my Book Gourmet on Thursday, I’m sharing six paragraphs of another free BDSM short story, “Ross: Unpredictable.” Ross is the ultimate bad boy. He’s got attitude, swagger, and a very well hidden heart. He comes from a rough background and learned early on how to hide behind a tough demeanor.

Warning: adult language ahead.

Here, for Sunday’s Six of the Best, are six paragraphs from this free short story:

It was too-fuckin-early-o’clock, but Ross Adler had to get out of bed and get to work on a stakeout. Being a private investigator was nothing like the adventure and glamour of “Magnum, PI” or “Rockford Files.” It was about having a telephoto lens to take pictures of cheating husbands and wives, poring over public records trying to find people’s former high school sweethearts, and pawing through garbage cans for kiddie porn and damning financial records. He knew the job was going to be a pain-in-the-ass when he decided to go into it, but it happened to be a very lucrative vocation if you were careful which clients you took on, and if you were good at getting results. That didn’t make it less of a pain, just more of a self-induced one. He could live with that; his Swiss bank account was proof.

Ross didn’t like being led around by anyone or anything. He’d had enough of that when he was in the Marines. There was always some snot-nosed captain who had some unrealistic expectation for his special ops unit. By the time Ross made twenty-five years in SOP and had reached the highest rank he thought he could achieve in the non-commissioned corps, he’d had enough. His recon and infiltration skills had been very useful when he chose to take mercenary work all over the Middle East after leaving the service, so he couldn’t knock those long and colorful years in the military.

But, at the same time, he had nightmares still, even after five years out of the military. He’d done some things as a Marine that would make the average person run screaming from the room. They were necessary things and he’d loved it at the time. It was exciting, dangerous and, for some of his fellow unit soldiers, lethal. The nightmares, though, he could happily do without.

Before waking, he often dreamed about the hostages they’d covertly released. Sometimes those people were in very bad shape. They were broken and embarrassingly grateful for being released from hell. The truth was, he didn’t give a fuck for the victims. Ross was doing his job and wouldn’t allow himself to get emotionally attached to anyone. With attachment, there was a long list of dangers and intelligence compromises. He didn’t want to go there.

It was hard, sometimes, though. There’d been one young woman they’d rescued who had been naked and screaming when they’d grabbed her and took her to safety. He’d given her his flak jacket and never got it back. Like it mattered. He scoffed at the idea. The woman, and her hysterical screaming, the way she’d fought them as though they were also her kidnappers, she lingered in his subconscious. There had been the rescue op and that was all. He didn’t care what happened to her—didn’t want to know, in fact.

There were lots of women, women who didn’t mind that he was a one-night-stand-only man. They wanted his dick and he wanted their pussy and that was all there was to it. That was the way it was supposed to be. The only women he chose to be around more often than that were special women. Women who didn’t mind that he had to be in charge of their relationship, who were eager to be humbled and kept poised on the edge. They stayed in line because they didn’t know how to predict him. He liked it that way.

Ross might rub you the wrong way, but the friction will grab you and that’s good. He’s an important co-star in my book, Master of Two, which is available on Amazon. But you can get a glimpse of the beginning of his BDSM life, right here in this short story, “Ross: Unpredictable”. The story is definitely BDSM and erotic, intended for adults 18+. You’ve been warned.

After you read it, don’t forget to hop around to the other authors’ sites. There’s always something interesting going on.

Six of the Best: Kevin — A Little Danger is a Good Thing

Hello, and welcome to Six of the Best once again. I’m trying to bring you new material every Sunday, and since I have so many books to work with, that’s easy and it’s hard. What do I share next? This week, I’m not trying to sell you anything. This story is free right here on my site, and it’s easily one of the most popular of my short stories. It’s titled, “Kevin: A Man of Discipline.” The story is about Kevin Watson, a loving sadist. I know that seems like an oxymoron, but in his case it definitely is not. You can find out how he came to be the way he is and what it means to him in his story. It’s told entirely from his point of view. Remember: it’s FREE!

Here are my six paragraphs.

I remember in high school, how I was the smart guy to whom people turned when they couldn’t understand the homework or needed an answer to a problem with a girl. I guess I was like Cyrano de Bergerac, writing love letters that would bear another man’s name. It was an awkward time for me. But eventually, I found a girl who wanted me for me. Teenagers that we were, there were constant issues to be dealt with. After a while, I had to step away from that relationship because her behavior was too emotional and erratic and began to be something I had to manage more often than I liked. I took control of the situation, but I was still pretty green, and my ham-handed arm chair psychology left us both unhappy and alone.

But in college, I tried a few new things with the girls I dated. After a while they weren’t so callow, and there was more order than chaos.

I had a lovely girl my sophomore year. Her name was Tasha. She was a beautiful woman, with soft, light coffee colored skin and bright sloe eyes. I thought I was in love with her, and maybe I was. At the time, I didn’t know what love for a woman really meant—my parents were fractious and sometimes distant with each other. My mother got a wild hair up her ass one year and adopted my baby sister, Loretta. I was thirteen at the time. It was a crazy, emotional decision, but my father went along, so there we were, suddenly a family of four. That took some getting used to, but I adapted.

After I got into Princeton, Tasha and I spent more than a few hours babysitting Lori as she moved beyond babyhood, and I have to say, if I’ve ever loved anyone, truly loved a person for everything she is and the potential she has, I loved my baby sister.

That kind of love came more naturally to me than the kind of love Tasha was trying to find, and although I felt some emotion for her, I don’t know how I’d label it—or for that matter, whether a label is even necessary.

Tasha was a very sensual person. She loved sex—everything about it. And, with a young man’s raging hormones, I was ready, willing and able to indulge her. There were things I’d seen during a trip to Amsterdam with my father, magazines and adult comic books, that left a lasting impression on me. I was drawn to the Sadomasochistic stuff the most—not blood and destruction, but the expressions on the faces of the participants pulled me in. I wanted to try some of those things with Tasha, and she was more than willing to accommodate me.

You can read the entirety of Kevin’s story on my site, for free. It does contain BDSM, and is an adult story. I would say it’s not safe for work, so please keep those things in mind as you read it.

After reading the story, you’ll want to bop around to the other Six of the Best authors’ sites. Just follow the links below.

Six of the Best – Amiko’s Adjustments

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