From the pen and mind of USA Today Bestselling Author Daizie Draper comes Sorority Saint: Domination & Dance Collide, a sizzling collision of dance and domination in one sizzling-hot romance.
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When Jason, a brash and cocky jazz musician and house Dom, comes to the aid of a shy, conservative dancer who is mugged outside the BDSM club where he works, he offers to scratch her curious itch and teach her about BDSM in exchange for her dancing in his music video. The heat their opposite proclivities stir up is too scorching hot for them to ignore, but indulging in passion just might destroy them both.
Author: Daizie Draper
Publisher: Pink Cocktail Publishing
Length: 308 pages
Type: Stand-alone BDSM romance, no cliffhanger
NOTE FROM THE DOM, JASON DELANEY: I know Iâm sexy. Itâs why they come to me, hunt me down, beg so sweetly. Be my pirate. Be my daddy. Be my prince. For some reason, she doesnât beg, even though she kinda sorta wants toâShayna, that self-righteous, prissy little saint with ballerina grace. After I tend to the sorority girl when sheâs mugged at the BDSM club where Iâm a House Dom, she agrees to dance in my jazz-rock video in exchange for me teaching her the ins and outs of Dominance and submission that sheâs oh-so curious about. Oh, Iâll teach her all right. But I wanna tick her off first. Her furyâs just as sexy as her splits. She fights me, goes toe-to-toe, gets hot, but she lets the angel on her shoulder govern her every move and keep her from knowing erotic bliss. I just know a naughty devilâs in there. And Iâm gonna free hers, then tie it up and spank it and drive it wild with savage lust so it has the drive to duke it out with the haloed thrill-robber whoâs held the victorâs belt for way too long. My moneyâs on the bad girl.
Will I go to Hell for corrupting a saint? Donât know. But after she dove into her panties and showed me those glossy fingers upon command when she shouldâve slapped me instead, Iâd gladly take on any inferno to find out just how naughty and subalicious she truly is. And I will, provided we donât kill each other first with our verbal daggers or gropey hands.
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A heated moment between Shayna and Jason
âUm,â I licked my lip, âI was just wondering, if youâre honestly happy doing what you do. Keeping a distance? Not getting laid even?â
âUh, thoroughly thrilled? No. Happy? Usually. Content and satiated? Definitely. Good enough answer, Sunshine?â
âI guess. Did it hurt, that your BDSM relationships didnât work out?â
âOf course it hurt. And itâs not just losing the BDSM aspect, but the actual person, the closeness youâve built, those shooting-the-shit and silly moments you share with someone who knows you better than you even know yourself. Especially in this lifestyle, I find, itâs extremely hard to reset in a new kinkified romance, set my sights on someone else, and aim to discover someoneâs exact spank threshold or favorite flower. Not worth the hassle.â He returned to his food, seeming eager to flee from the black hole that tried to suck him in about a minute ago. I watched him as he expertly ate fried rice with chopsticks. Damn, that mouth.
âHow do you do that?â
He pulled his attention off the game again to look at me. âDo what now?â
âCome here.â He wiggled his finger, urging me closer. âGimme your hand. Iâll show you.â
I scootched over.
He put his set down and took my hand in his. A charge of electricity raced through me when he grazed my palm with his thumb. He held up my chopsticks, separated but parallel to one another, then moved my fingers with delicacy and softly said, âOne finger goes under, one in between as a fulcrum, and the index finger curls slightly at the top like this. Now bring your thumb up to meet them.â Finding his gentleness so utterly sensual, I got buzzy and held my breath as he set me up.
He let go.
I frowned. âThat?â I wanted his touch back. Even just that little bit was heaven.
âYep. Now, raise just the top stick slightly, like an alligator mouth.â He squawked and I laughed.
âOkay.â I tried, but I couldnât get much lift. âI canât. My fingers donât move like that.â
âAnyone can do it, Shayna.â
âIâm trying. I donât have the most nimble fingers. I canât do the Vulcan sign either.â I wasnât trying to manipulate him into touching me again. I was literally too feeble and inept to do it correctly.
He put his hands back over mine and I cheered inside. âNo, like this.â His warm, manly hands tried to get me to move right. âYou can fucking do splits but not wiggle your damn fingers? You drive me nuts. You just need to get a little lift. Itâs not an airplane here.â
I laughed. âIâm trying, Jason. Okay. Okay. Think I got it. Howâs this?â My little wiggle was still pathetic and I cringed.
âUuuuh, total crap. But weâre not tryinâa impress Chinese investors, so, guess itâs good enough. Try picking up some food now.â
I crimped a snow pea, but it cartwheeled out of the unattached tongs and sailed into his nose. I cracked up and slapped my lips. âOhmygod. So sorry.â
âLike hell you are.â He lifted a chicken finger, dunked it in duck sauce, bit down on his grin, and squinted his blue eyes in deviousness.
âJason! Donât. Donât you dare! No! No! Iâm sorry.â I screamed and held my hand up. As soon as I cried again, âJason!â he lobbed it at my chest and it bounced off me and onto the floor.
âNo youâre not. What the hell. You took aim and bombed me!â
I opened my mouth, shocked that he did that, and he swept the glob off my cleavage with his thumb and sucked it clean with a loud kissing noise. âUh!â I laughed so hard. âYouâre the brat. And Iâm not afraid of you. You wanna pick a fight with me? I will slam you down any day. Any damn day.â And I did. Or tried to. I leaped onto his lap in a straddle and shoved him down with a palm crash on his beefy shoulders, but I shouldâve known he went down too easily.
Laughing, he quickly flipped us and rolled on top of me. We were both suddenly out of breath, winded, abated, aroused. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, zoomed his face down, and sucked and bit my breast where sticky duck sauce residue remained. I howled in surprise and could feel his cock growing hard against me. I ached like nothing else for him to kiss me, to kiss me hard and dirty, to claim my mouth like he just did my boob. I craved it with unmatched fervor, with the deepest longing, especially when he pulled up and looked down at me â¦ wow, like that. He blazed into me. Our chests rose and fell together, and the sound of our respiration created a sultry detonation in the room. âPlease, Jason. Please. Please.â
âKiss me. I need your lips on mine.â I squished sobs behind my clamped jaws before they could fly out and shame me.
âNo. Iâm not kissing you. I canât.â
âWhat, are you like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman or something?â
âLike Julia Roberts? I donât even know what that means.â
âShe played this prostitute whoâd do anything with a guy except kiss on the mouth.â
âYeah, I guess, thatâs pretty much my deal. I donât readily serve up my cock, my mouth, or my heart to just anyone.â
âBut â¦ you kissed Addison.â
âHow do ya know that?â
âShe told me, said you were an amazing kisser.â
âShe said that?â
I nodded. âPlease, Jason? Weâre playing all fiery here. I crave your lips on mine. Itâs not fair.â
âNo. You are not her, and her boyfriend happened to be screwing her at the time, so it was just part of a mÃ©nage scene. That fiery thing between us is exactly why I canât. Weâll both get scorched. Youâre too damn dangerous.â
âIâm not. I just wanna ... feel your lips. Please. Just once. For like five seconds.â
âNo. Itâs a bad idea, a bad, bad drug,â he said, but I couldnât tell if he was referring to his lips or mine. His hand glided around my throat and he bent down and breathed hot and heavy in my ear before planting a gentle kiss on my temple. âSweet baby.â He kept saying, âI canât ... I canât ... I canât,â in a hushed voice like a mantra, but he failed to convince himself even as another, âI canât,â left his mouth right before he placed it on mine with a nose breath of need. He drank me in and his hand at my neck slid back through my hair and under my head as his tongue surged in through my parted lips. He drove that clit-tickler in so strong and sure with a predatory claim. God, playing saxophone gave him lips with the power of a hurricane. I felt like I was merging with the floor and shuddered against him as he slammed the slick stake into me, over and over again, that said I was his, all his. His slut. His brat. His property. His doll. His sunshine. His!
Just a second ago, I was trying to muster up the strength to deal with another rejection, so my mind and body were shocked to be soaring from his deep, roving thrusts instead. God, he is an amazing kisser. My toes curled. His lips perfectly attuned with mine, spanning wide then shrinking down to tighter circles in synchronicity. I sucked on and tongue-groped his generous offering with all my might, and he groaned sexy, vibrating a lovely bass note in his throat. I was hungry, aching with need, and so damn hot. He started to tear at my flesh with a barbarity that had me moaning and breathing faster against his face. âAh, Jason.â I wrapped my legs around his back as his snaking tongue and frenzied handholds made my core burn. I mashed my tingling zone against his erection with hip swirls, and he grabbed a hearty handful of ass.
He tore away to ravish my neck, his teeth scraping my flesh, deliciously all vampire.
Moaning his name, I rolled up into him, trying to get closer and rub against his soul. I broke. I gave up. I waved the white flag. I was so done fighting it. I had to have him.
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Daizie Draper is a happily married sex fiend, who loves to write naughty stories that mix the sweetness of chocolate with the bite of leather. She likes sensuality, kink, fruit, impressionistic art, spanking and beauty. She hates big bugs, freedom crushers, injustice, artificial orange and onions. Along with 27 other people in the world, she has never read Fifty Shades of Grey. Her other works include Sorority Pledge Saga, Unlocking the Billionaire, Rock Candy, Christmas on the Run and Nothing But Trouble.
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