Faithe and Salvation

Faithe and Salvation

Aden Kains

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In his newest release, Faithe and Salvation, Aden Kains takes you into the world of consensual dominance and submission. Morgan Tremayne comes from a long line of self-made, wealthy, honorable Dominant men, is on a quest to find his “kindred spirit” — a woman who recognizes her own true submissive desires, and will willingly accept him as her Dominant on a life journey of self discovery in a mutually devoted, consensual D/s relationship. In a total power exchange, he’ll be devoted to her, protect her, care for her, teach her, never punish her without cause; never intentionally cause her pain she could not bear simply for his own satisfaction; guide her on a journey of self-discovery. In return, she must be willing to surrender completely to him: She must be secure in deriving her happiness from his pleasure, sexual and otherwise; must be content with his being in complete control of her life, body and soul. When, as a young adult Morgan meets Belinda, he senses immediately that he’s found his “kindred spirit.” But ultimately, their D/s journey takes them both on a fateful course neither of them can control, leaving Morgan caring about nothing, existing without living. Until he finds free-spirited, sassy Faithe by pure chance. Is Faithe his new kindred spirit? Will she be his salvation? Will he be hers? Faithe and Salvation is a stimulating, gripping, sensual graphic story of a man and two women coming to grips with their deepest desires that’s sure to leave you thinking about your own sexuality.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sexual imagery including anal sex, consensual m/f bondage and discipline, and consensual m/f dominance and submission.
 

 
PUBLISHED BY: eXcessica publishing
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 14697
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 3 3 3
EBOOK READER RATING:
CATEGORIES: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica, Romantic Fiction
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COPYRIGHT Aden Kains/2010

“I am yours, forever, my Master Morgan,” Belinda finally said, her eyes darting lower when she realized she’d made eye contact and no longer should unless instructed or given permission to. As the evening shadows crept through the bedroom window, Belinda — his beautiful slave Belinda from that day on — accepted her punishment for the infraction willingly. He made himself comfortable in his grandmother’s Khroler rocker, and gestured with a wave of his arm. “Please,” Morgan ordered. Belinda stretched prone over his thighs. With her legs splayed, back arched and ass in the air for him to spread her cheeks and caress her rear opening, she never uttered even a whimper as they both mastered the art of fisting.

Afterwards, he rewarded her for controlling the urge to cry out: He traced figure eights on the warm, soft skin of her bare back while he fondled her moist sex, rhythmically probing her in both openings simultaneously with curled thumb and middle finger until her glistening pussy oozed wetness and her muscles tightened around his digits. She came with a quiet gasp then drifted off to sleep, still across his lap. As Morgan rocked gently he too closed his eyes for a few hours.

At midnight his eyes fluttered open and then he nudged her awake too. With quiet passion, tenderness and the authority of a caring teacher in his voice, he educated her about the collaring ceremony and its sanctity, finishing as the clock struck one-thirty. “Now at last it’s time, my beautiful slave Belinda,” he said.

She knelt naked before him with her forearms resting on her thighs and her palms upturned, her head bowed and her eyes worshipping his sex as he had instructed her. In the glow from the circle of candles around her, they decreed their devotion to each other, each reciting the vows he had written in preparation for this night, and she accepted the chain heart lock collar that had been passed from Tremayne fathers to Tremayne sons for three hundred years. After locking the collar around her neck, Morgan embraced her tightly, not wanting to let her go as her complete surrender to and acceptance of him as her Dominant overwhelmed him. He planted soft, gentle kisses on each cheek and nipple, smiling into her eyes.

“Now you must sleep,” he said. “Please lay on the bed, and I’ll get you ready for the night. Spread your legs wide, arms and hands at your sides, please.” He locked each slender ankle into shackles attached to the foot of the bed, then secured her wrists to her thighs with the leather binders made to do so. Then he lifted her head gently, and secured the blindfold comprised of two large circular leather pads around her head, making sure the buckle at the back was not too tight. Then he pulled the light summer blanket over top of her so she would not catch a chill from the central air conditioning.

“As long as you are asleep near me, I’m content, my Master Morgan.”

“I’ll be in the very next room. I’ll always be here to guide you and protect you,” Morgan answered. “You know I’m entirely devoted to you. You’re my whole life. Now sleep, my beautiful slave Belinda. In the morning, our new life together awaits. When you awake, your submissive lifestyle training begins.”

 

* * *

Morgan eyed Faithe’s glossed lips as she spoke, and decided the color — a peach tone she’d chosen to go with the outfit, suited her the same way it had his beautiful slave Belinda. He imagined it would look pleasing on her nipples and labia, as well. For she would be required to keep these made-up should she this evening release the desires he sensed she kept locked away in secret, and accept that they were kindred spirits.

“Isn’t it a bit unusual to date your guests?” she was asking.

“Yes, I suppose it is,” he said, sipping his latte. “But I’ve been alone and have cared about little for a very long time. Not even the family business empire I was entrusted by my father to oversee. And I must say your sudden appearance — and your beauty, if I might be so forward, has roused my senses back to life. Besides, I thought you might like some company for an evening, since you’ve been here all alone for the past three weeks.”

“I’m flattered. And you’re charming. And right now I’m thinking you’re trying to charm your way into my bed, on the first date.”

Morgan looked straight into her eyes. “I do feel there’s a connection between us, yes. I felt it the moment you set foot on the porch of the Shipwright’s Inn. But I’d never do anything to you against your will and desires, Faithe.” His heart pounded, his mind raced. He wanted so much to tell her that he wanted her naked, right then and there, and wanted to thrust into her, and to have her want to be his cherished submissive for the rest of their lives.

“Ooooooo, take me, I’m yours,” Faithe teased with a touch of sarcasm.

Morgan frowned for an instant. If we’re truly meant to be together, I must teach her to speak more respectfully, he thought.

 
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