And now some information about the series of books Serena's Decision is part of. This series is about a young Serena who has found Max, or perhaps he found her, and they have embarked on journey that I like to describe as funishment. It is defiantly within the realm of BDSM, however the main recurring theme is spanking.
Books:
“Master-bation, At Sir’s Command (The Torn Series: Book 1)” focus’s mainly on the namesake in the beginning, however the scenes develop throughout the book. The reason behind the self-learning is to help Serena and Max learn what she likes and can tolerate.
“Sir’s Deception (The Torn Series: Book 2)” showcases both of their desires building for each other, however it seems neither wants to admit it. Mykel is introduced, a friend of Max’s. Also some element of danger creeps in for Serena. While Max goes to a convention and you decide is he unfaithful or not, despite his open relationship clause.
“Serena’s Decision (The Torn Series: Book 3)” Serena meets another man, Glen. He’s about her age, muscled and has been pining over her for about 2 years. She relents and goes out with him and Max see’s her at the club.
Excerpt of Serena and Glen’s kiss on their date:
Checking herself in the mirror she smiled. Glen is really trying very hard. She released tension from her shoulders and stood a little taller, turning in her dress she checked her figure to make sure she looked alright. She replaced her coat and scarf, as she walked back to the front she put on her gloves.
She met him at the front door and he held it for her. Tingles ran over her flesh, something about the chivalry got to her every time.
“Thanks,” she wrapped her scarf around her neck a little tighter. “And for dinner, it was so delicious. You’re always too good to me, you know.” She tucked her arm into his and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Serena, you know it’s nothing.”
She pulled her head away. “It is,” she said, irritated with his nonchalance. “I struggle with money. I just want to say I appreciate it. Just say you’re welcome.” She had no idea what caused her to be upset, but something spurred her anger.
He pulled her to a stop. “Serena,” he gave her a hard look. “Are you trying to pick a fight with me for a particular reason?”
“No, I-” she looked down. Was I?
“Good. You’re welcome then.” He tilted her chin up.
Confused by her own emotional outburst, she looked at him apologetically. Maybe it’s the alcohol.
He didn’t give her a moment to figure it out, as they stood at his car. His hand sliced through her hair and his lips claimed hers with vigor.
She sighed and leaned into his body, needing comforting touch. The taste on his lips was sweet, tangy, and she longed for so much more.
“Mmm,” She gripped the collar of his jacket pressing her body closer, as his arm wrapped around her waist and the other around her head. She urged him further, but he pulled away.
“Serena,” he laughed as he spoke. “Damn, you’re so fucking hot.”
“Don’t think you’re getting out of taking me dancing,” she teased.
He grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed her gently toward the car door.
She looked over her shoulder shyly at him. Damn, he’s a good kisser. She slipped into the passenger seat, her hormones were raging now. She wiped the corners of her mouth. She watched his fist lightly pound the front of the car and she laughed at his frustration. Grinning, as he got in, she asked, “Is there a problem, Donvan?”
“Oh yeah,” He tickled her leg by squeezing that sensitive spot right above the knee.
She saw his problem piercing through his jeans and she giggled, she couldn’t even suppress it, the alcohol had a hold on her.
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