Kiss of Iron Series

Ambassador Lysandre Mayben knows the best way to quell difficult relations between her county, the Isle Kingdom, and the barbarians of the mountains: personal politics, which in her case means the promise of sex between her and King Dakron and her husband and the king’s slave. There is no part of her body or sexuality that Lysandre isn’t willing to let Dakron explore for the good of the Isle. ADULT READERS ONLY This 30,000 word novella contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. This story contains strong BDSM themes and situations not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older. Originally published as a three-part series. Excerpt: “Is my body not enough for you?” she asked. “Such an idea for a refined lady,” he commented. “You’ll find the nobility of the Isle aren’t nearly as refined as we pretend to be.” Dakron’s eyes went to Remmer. “If your husband wants to leave, I’ll understand. Few men want to see their wives defiled.” “No. I want him here as witness to the agreement,” said Lysandre. “You’ll not faint at the sight of another man’s having sex with your wife?” Remmer sniffed. “Hardly. As my wife implied, Isle nobility is made of stern stuff.” The king snorted. “We’ll see.” He turned to his slaves. “Leave us!” he commanded. The three girls scrambled to leave, but Lysandre caught Teo by the wrist. The slave seemed frightened. “I’ll need her help,” she explained to Dakron. “For what?” “To undress me.”

Back at home in the Kingdom of the Isle Ambassador Lysandre puts her husband back into his chastity cage and resumes her life among the nobility and their secret societies. After helping her friend Jenae properly chastise a pair of young men, she unexpectedly resumes her affair with king Dakron when he comes to the Isle Kingdom for a state visit. But he isn’t visiting just for official reasons; he wants to bed Lysandre, third daughter of the king, so his progeny can eventually rule the Isle. Lysandre is more than willing to let him use her body for exactly that purpose...with her husband watching. ADULT READERS ONLY This 10,000 word story contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. This story contains strong BDSM themes and situations not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older. Excerpt: “Alex!” Jenae said sharply. “Do you know why you are here?” The man with a shock of thick, black hair that fell into his eyes and a thin beard shook his head. “No, ma’am.” Jenae glanced at his manhood. Despite his dire predicament, he was still excited. Perhaps he thought he was being rewarded with some particularly perverse sex. He wasn’t completely wrong. “A week ago you were in bed with Lady Georgette Winslo. She reported that you were selfish in bed, barely pleasing her and taking your own pleasure before hers.” Jenae frowned. “That’s a very poor performance even for a novice and she recommended you for some training and discipline with me.” Alex kept his face neutral but Lysandre could see in his eyes that he was unnerved. “What does that mean?” he managed to stammer out. Jenae nodded toward a large, leather-wrapped sawhorse near the stone wall. “I need you to bend over that horse, feet at the indicated positions on the floor. You can grab the handles on the wall to help you balance.” After a nervous glance at his partner, the youth walked nervously to the horse. The horse was tall and it came up to above Alex’s waist but he managed to bend somewhat awkwardly over it, his legs spread wide on the indicated spaces. Since it was hard to balance in the position that Jenae wanted, he had to grab the wooden handles on the wall. He felt vulnerable; that was the way she wanted him. After letting him settle nervously into place, Jenae went to one of the wall racks and carefully inspected the tools arrayed in a perfectly vertical mounts. “Georgette suggested that I use a flogger on you since this was your first offense. I think she’s too soft on you already.” Jenae lifted a thin wooden cane from the rack and swung it experimentally. It cut through the air with a deadly swishing sound. Everyone in the room except Jenae shivered. Renner and the other boy kept their eyes on the cane. Lysandre smiled. “Would you mind helping me, Lys?” “Of course.”

Inside the palace of her father, Ambassador Lysandre continues her affair with the barbarian king Dakron. She isn’t shy about using her body to ensnare him in complex politics, but is more interested in seeing to what depraved depths she can make her lover—and her husband—fall to. The three of them engage in the type of kinky sex forbidden to commoners but savored by the ruling elite of the Isle Kingdom. ADULT READERS ONLY This 10,000 word story contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. This story contains strong BDSM themes and situations not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older. Excerpt: “But look what you made me do!” Her words were spoken with anger, but there was no anger on her face. “What did I make you do? Dismiss a servant or lust for me?” Amusement played on Dakron’s lips. “No. You made me sent a perfectly innocent serving girl to the Rosewood Room.” He shrugged. “So she gets a different duty for the day. Why should I care?” Lysandre pressed her lips together into a thin line. “The Rosewood Room is where we send those who need to be...disciplined.” Dakron seated himself in one of the plush chairs and put his feet up on the black granite table in a most unlordlike manner. “So?” “She doesn’t know it but she’ll be...physically punished for your mistake. Probably a whipping. Possibly worse. It depends on Miss Amber’s mood. Then she’ll be made to serve for the Golden Lion Society.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t sound so bad.” “The Golden Lion Society is the king’s private...club.” She tried to put on an expression of disapproval, but her natural lust came through. “The members of Golden Lion are all older men who take great delight in tormenting pretty young things like Miss Shae in all manner of sexual degradation. There is no way she’s ready for that.” “It sounds to me like you’d like to be in her position right about now.”