DIVINE SOLACE - A Threesome BDSM Romance

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She’d never felt an attraction to a woman, let alone to a man and woman at the same time. Her curiosity about BDSM hadn’t been enough to motivate her to join the world of whips and chains. Not until she’d been exposed to it by these two people. They were the sunlight and rain that had finally made her curiosity grow.

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EXCERPT FROM DIVINE SOLACE
A Nature of Desire series standalone novel
Buy links - https://storywitch.com/book-nod-ds/

Noah’s Mistress was standing at the rail above, close enough Gen saw the frosted gloss on her lips, the dusting of glitter across the top of her high bosom. Lyda wore a silver gray corset and tight gray leggings tucked into black boots. A jet pendant nestled in her deep cleavage. She’d done something to her red-gold hair that turned it into crimson flame, the waving locks forming a lush swirl around her face.

On a normal day, the woman was overwhelming in her jeans and landscaping company T-shirt, wearing sweat and a bill cap. Seeing her like this set off electric impulses in every part of Gen’s body and got her heart jumping like a frog on a hot plate.

When her silver gaze met Gen’s, it held. With Noah holding her from behind, and Lyda’s attention pinned upon her, Gen felt as surrounded as if Lyda was right up against her front. Noah’s hands had shifted to her upper arms and Gen imagined he was holding her still for the Mistress’s touch, her mouth…whatever she willed.

Yikes. This environment and these clothes could be more than a little dangerous. She reminded herself she’d never felt an attraction this overt to a woman, let alone to a man and woman at the same time. Hell, even though she’d nursed a curiosity about BDSM, it hadn’t motivated her to join the world of whips and chains. Not until she’d been exposed to it by these two people. They made her consider things she’d never considered before. The startling thing was realizing they hadn’t planted the seeds. It was more like they were the sunlight and rain that had finally made them grow.

Noah had implied everyone had Dominant and submissive cravings to a certain extent. Though Gen wasn’t sure everyone wanted to carry them out to the degree she saw in this club, she couldn’t deny the things that surged up in her when she was around them felt…familiar.

Lyda tilted her head, and Noah lifted a hand in acknowledgment. “She wants us to meet her downstairs. It’ll be quieter there and we can talk.”

In her current state, Gen didn’t think she was going to be capable of much coherent conversation, but she let him lead her back out of the club crowd. As they followed the perimeter of the dance floor, Noah made her smile when he took advantage of an open space to propel her into a turn, waltzing her along the edge of the wooden floor with smooth grace. “It’s all right,” he said into her ear. “You’re just here to watch. Remember? Nothing you don’t want to do.”

Her body language had communicated her tension. Lyda introduced a more demanding dynamic, and she’d reacted to it. Noah, bless his intuition, was reminding her it was no different with either of them. It was all her choice.
Their destination was a sitting area buffered from sound by glass walls, such that the groupings of chairs and couches encouraged intimate conversations. An efficient staff and well-stocked bar provided refreshments. Gen noted the furniture was a mix of antique and retro furniture, including the swan fainting couch on which Lyda waited. She was sitting with her back against the cushioned side, her hand resting on the carved swan’s neck, which emphasized the grace of her arm stretched along the slope of the wood. One knee was bent to rest on the cushioned seat.

Up close, Lyda was even more captivating, her hair soft and touchable, eyes vivid. The wetness of her lips made Gen moisten her own. Lyda’s attention slid over Gen, marking her appearance in much the same way Noah had. Only this time, there was an undeniable predatory intent in the scrutiny. It didn’t make Lyda less tempting at all. More like the opposite.

She’d stopped a few feet from Lyda. Glancing between them, Noah released her to step aside, leaving the view clear for his Mistress. Gen flushed as Lyda continued to study her from head to toe. Would she realize Gen had bought pretty new underwear for this, fixed up her hair? Misted body spray on her throat and inner thighs, just in case?

When Lyda lifted a hand, Gen saw she’d polished her short nails tonight. One of those fingers made a rotating movement. She wanted Gen to turn, to see her from all angles. She did it, strangling back another nervy chuckle. She could have been a puppet, Lyda’s finger executing an idle spin of the string. She felt the woman’s eyes on her bare back, her legs exposed by the short hem of the dress. Her ankles trembled.

When she finished the full turn, Lyda crooked that finger at her. Aware of Noah’s regard as she stepped past him, Gen wanted to reach out, graze his bare abdomen with her fingers, but she didn’t. She closed the distance between her and Lyda until she was inches away from her bent knee.

She should say something. Like, Hi, how’s it going? Great turnout tonight. Love your outfit. She didn’t.

Lyda rose. In her boot heels, Lyda had about an inch on Gen. That meant on bare soles, Gen was slightly taller, but she didn’t presume that gave her an advantage. What emanated from Lyda had nothing to do with size. It was all about confidence, a blood-deep understanding of what she was, and the many faces that identity took as she executed the day-to-day of her world. Like this moment. She slid a hand under Gen’s hair, much as Noah had done, but she gripped it tight. Gen wondered what would happen if her quivering knees buckled. Then she felt Noah shifting behind her and knew.

“Stay still,” Lyda said, and moved close enough her lips were within touching distance of Gen’s. Another inch and she’d be kissing her. A woman had never kissed her on the

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Written by Story Witch
Cargado July 23, 2020
Notes Gen has been curious about BDSM, but never taken the leap. Not until a Mistress and her male submissive tempt her into that world. She's been alone for so long, refusing to risk her heart, but Lyda and Noah offer her something no one ever has before - a love that she can count on.
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