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Her Web Master by Normandie Alleman
Synopsis
An online connection. Masked by anonymity. No cameras. No pictures. Curiosity turned to intrigue. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go... My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission, and he submerged me—body, mind, and soul—into an ocean of eroticism. Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we've built will come crashing down around us, dashing my dreams in the process. Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more. Despite the knowledge that for every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid. And I am going to pay...
Excerpt
I
stared at the ice cubes in my glass, all that was left of my first
drink. I was only allowed two, so I relished the sensation as bourbon
sank deliciously into my bloodstream, numbing me ever so slightly. I
tried to wait patiently for the next cocktail to arrive, but patience
had never been my strong suit. An only child, spoiled rotten by my
parents who’d all but given up on having children when I came along, I
wasn’t accustomed to waiting. But today of all days, I needed that next
drink to calm my frayed nerves.
The restaurant at the Omni Hotel wasn’t crowded, about what one
expected on a Thursday late afternoon. The elegant décor looked to be
the result of a recent remodel, and I wondered who had done it. My
mother would want to know the name of the designer. She served as the
director of Fort Worth’s Junior Cotillion, as well as on a number of
museum boards, and she’d taught me to stay abreast of all things related
to the arts, but right now considering the hotel’s new look only helped
distract me from an imminent meeting with the most important man in my
life.
I was excited yet anxious because this would be my first meeting with my lover.
Our first meeting face-to-face.
He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved
for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky
move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his
intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand
of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear. My hair wasn’t
choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It always misbehaved.
I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I
hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent
feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to.
When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world,
the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my friends
had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible.
He relied on me.
Sure it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating
husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which
was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side
of myself with needs that could never have been met by my philandering
husband. I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.
What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission,
self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a
stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I
hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon
myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and
sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I
was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our
relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir”, but
in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated only via
Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
I
always insisted we not use a webcam, even though he implored me to do
webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I
always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher at one of Fort Worth’s finest
preparatory schools! I couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped
during our play sessions. So the only notion I have of what my Master
looks like is a product of my imagination.
But
today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play
date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my flesh, leaving a trail of
goosebumps in its wake.
The
waiter set my second bourbon in front of me. Always cognizant of my
manners, I thanked him with a smile. I had been born into one of the
wealthiest families in Texas and I’ve been given every advantage. I
attended the right boarding schools, wore the right clothes, and behaved
as any proper debutante should. And what had that gotten me?
An
unfulfilling marriage to an unfaithful jackass and a lifetime of trying
to meet other people’s expectations rather than my own. I sipped my drink then smiled. But not today. Today I was doing what I wanted for a change.
I
would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past four months.
My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it
matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master”
I’d daydreamed about.
Things
never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero
in a book, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the
character in your head. Always a disappointment.
I’d
tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured
MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather
average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I
pictured him wearing glasses, possibly he had a beard.
In
any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that was captivating. MC
awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which
I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl
inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and
pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my
sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he
made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately
needed that. I wanted to please him.
Draining
my second drink, I considered a third. I sighed deeply at the thought
of the swats that MC would rain down on me for breaking his two-drink
maximum. It made me wriggle in my chair, and the excitement between my
legs spread down into my toes. My phone showed it was 5:12, and my tummy
tightened. Any minute now… He told me he would be here at 5:15. The
wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect
reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close
your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice came from behind my chair. It
was a sound I’d come to crave and hearing it sent shivers of
anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that
moment in time, to stop things while things were still beautiful between
us, before reality could mar the fantasy.
A
hand circled my nape. His touch was like an electric current, setting
my skin aflame. I leaned back against his fingers, shamelessly aching
for more, though I knew I should maintain my composure because we were
in a public place. But it was all I could do not to moan out loud.
He wrapped my long hair over his wrist and gripped it firmly. “I see you were looking at your phone. Did you think I’d be late?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Good.
I’m going to sit beside you, to your left, but you will keep your eyes
closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?” He pulled my hair tight, and I immediately wondered if anyone in the restaurant noticed.
“Yes, Sir.” My heart thumped hard in my chest.
“That’s better.”
He
let go of my hair, and I yearned for him to touch me again. I kept my
eyes closed, though I knew I must look an odd spectacle.
“Was that your second drink?”
I nodded.
“I expect you to answer me properly.”
I squirmed in my seat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like another one?”
“Yes, but you said I could only have two.”
“Do you plan to be a good girl today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Since
you followed my directions so well and this is something of a special
occasion, you may have another one. What would you like?”
“I’ll have a bourbon and water, please, Sir.”
“That’s a mighty strong drink for a young lady.”
I
wasn’t that young, but I appreciated the chivalrous thought. “My
grandmother taught me that if you drink bourbon and water it won’t sneak
up on you the way sweeter drinks will. That way a lady can always take
care of herself.”
“Smart woman, your grandmother.”
I
listened as he ordered more drinks, my eyes closed the whole time,
feeling ridiculous. Then I gave up and lowered my head, pretending to
look at the ground. I’d spent my entire life being worried about what
people thought of me. It was exhausting, trying to be perfect all the
time.
Part
of me was dying to cheat, to open my eyes to see what this dynamic man
actually looked like, while the other part was enjoying the game and
wished it could go on forever. Because once I saw his face, nothing
between us would ever be the same. The fantasy would disappear, replaced
by a yet-to-be-known reality, with only a few of the fragments of our
mutual projection remaining.
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About Normandie Alleman:
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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Interview With Normandie Alleman:
- Can you tell us a little about your books?I write erotic romances with a BDSM component, usually the lighter side of it with more of an emphasis on the dominant/submissive relationship dynamic than on the pain aspects.
- Which book has been your favorite to write?Bound by the Buccaneer, the second book in my historical pirate trilogy. I had a blast torturing the sexy pirate Gaston. Emotionally, that is.
- What inspires you to write?I have a lot to say, and I like having an outlet that can also be a career that lets me stay at home with my children.
- Do you have a favorite spot to write?My bed or my husband’s easy chair.
- If you could spend 24 hours as a fictional character, who would you chose?Scarlett O’Hara. She’s my ultimate heroine.
- Do you work with an outline, or just write?I work with a vague outline. I write scenes as they come to me, and not always in order. I put them in the right order as I go and then fill in the blanks. Often I write the ending or the most emotional scenes first.
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I salt almost all my food, and I’m an obsessed basketball mom.
- Are you attending any author events?Yes! In 2016 I’m planning to attend:
Booking in Biloxi –
March 19 (Biloxi, MS)
Erotic Romance
Rendezvous – August 5-7 (Houston, TX)
Unmask the Romance
– October 1 (Pigeon Forge, PA)
- What are you working on next?
Surrender to a SEAL
– Release date January 26
Tested by Her Web
Master (follow-up to Her Web Master) coming up for pre-order later
this week – Release date February 18 (Link:
http://smarturl.it/testedHWMamazon
)
And in March I hope
to release a delicious bearded billionaire book that I’m co-writing
with an author I adore.
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