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“Expecting Surrender” — New Full Length Novel from Trent Evans

January 23, 2015 By Trent Evans

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Hello Everyone,

At long last, I finally finished this thing. Expecting Surrender is the third book in the Dominion Trust series. At almost 135,000 words, this is my longest novel to date, but for the next few days, I’ll have the book at a new release price of $2.99. That’s a great price for a 470 page book, so pick it up before it goes back to the regular list price of $4.99!  Now $2.99 is a great deal, no doubt, but subscribers to the New Release Alerts mailing list got it even cheaper — $0.99! It might pay to sign up for that mailing list, no? 😉

All right, enough of that! Please see below for the particulars…

 

Product Description

They’d called it The Game. An intriguing truth or dare, a little spice to an already hot sexual chemistry between two married professionals. But what started as a mere game evolved into something so much more, a dark, exciting adventure into serious power exchange. It soon became the center of their lives, the beating, lust-fueled heart of their sexual relationship.

It was an exploration of pleasure, of pain, of elemental desire. A married couple diving deep into the waters of Dominance and submission. Like forbidden fruit, The Game had opened their eyes to the primal drives, the animal lusts lurking within each of them — and they knew they’d never be the same again.

Then came the day she’d received the surprise news… in the form of a positive pregnancy test.

Now Keihl and Kirsten, deeply in love, and facing a profound, joyful change in their lives, must contemplate the prospect of putting aside The Game, just when things are really heating up. After all, pregnancy and BDSM are utterly incompatible. Right?

Or was there a way to have both? Perhaps Kirsten’s pregnancy might open up an entirely new world to them within the alluring, lust-drenched context of a loving, yet strict, Dominance and submission dynamic? Perhaps the pregnancy might change them both in ways too profound for either of them to yet understand?

Two lovers will discover if Dominance and submission, if pain and pleasure, and finding the real people they are inside is indeed still possible, now that a baby is on the way…

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

This is a MF BDSM erotic romance. Themes include: graphic sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Word count: 134,520 words.
Page Count: 470 pages

(NOTE: Expecting Surrender is Book #3 in the Dominion Trust series. The book can be read as a standalone, but reading the first two books in the series will enhance enjoyment of this novel.)

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Excerpt

THWICK

God, he’s not warming up this time.

Not that she was surprised. Gentle and merciful were not qualities she’d usually ascribe to her beloved husband. But this is what they’d both agreed she needed.

“I’m waiting, Kirsten.” His voice was a soft rumble behind her.

“One, Sir,” she said, gasping as the stroke blazed fire across her bottom.

“Good girl.”

He tapped the cane lower, directly across the tender junction of her thighs and buttocks. She hated the cane there, which was precisely why he liked it there.

“Now, more quickly this time, or we’ll need to repeat the stroke.”

So reasonable, so matter of fact.

Ruthless.

Another stroke landed, right on that spot. She jerked, her stocking-clad thighs whispering together as the pain rose again.

“Two, Sir,” she said, quickly.

She wanted to jump up and down, to shake the sting out of her tender cheeks.

“That’s better, Kirsten.”

The warning tap of the cane made her still once more. Waiting.

The stroke sliced in almost directly atop the previous one. She whined through clenched teeth as she called out the third cut of the cane, her bound hands clenched into fists at the small of her back. The heaviness underlying the burn of the stroke told her the tram-line was developing. Probably just a ghost under her pale skin now, but in a few minutes, she knew it would be a swollen violet. Just the way her husband liked.

The fourth stroke landed, burning like fire across the center of both globes. She rose up on her toes, her calves knotting.

Jesus! How many this time…

“What did we talk about?” His voice was deceptively gentle. “Heels back on the floor. No fidgeting.”

Kirsten exhaled a ragged breath, willing herself to relax. She knew he wouldn’t continue until she did, so she lowered back to the floor, her legs taut as bowstrings.

“Very good.” His fingers traced the swelling weals.

Kirsten groaned as the next stroke whipped in, blessedly higher, but still burning miserably. She knew he was watching, enjoying the movement of her hips as she twisted and swayed them to try to deal with the hurt.

“That’s enough, dear,” he said, patting her hip. “You don’t want to upset my aim, do you?”

She wanted nothing else but to do just that, but she knew better.

“Yes, K— Sir. I’m sorry.”

Her breasts throbbed insistently underneath her, their pale curves pressed firmly into the bed. He had considerately laid a thick terry cloth bath towel on the mattress before cuffing her wrists behind her back and ordering her over for her visit with the cane.

She wanted to believe the gesture was for her comfort, but she rather thought it was just to keep her from staining the expensive sheets.

Her swollen breasts were the reason why the cane was currently slicing into her vulnerable cheeks in the first place.

It had started when she’d decided to call him at the office…

* * *

“Keihl Warren, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, Keihl. Do — you have a minute to talk?”

“Kirsten? You okay?”

“Yes — I mean no. Are you alone?”

Keihl sighed. “Dear, you called me at the office in the middle of the day.”

She gulped. Anytime she heard that deceptive calmness sneak into his voice, the use of words such as ‘dear’, it meant she was moving into potentially dangerous waters.

“Maybe I can just call back when you can get away—”

“Kirsten, what is it?”

“Is anyone around you? Can they hear?”

She could hear voices in the background on Keihl’s end. They sounded close.

“You should have thought about that before calling me, dear. Spill it.”

She could feel the flush creeping up her neck, but there was nothing for it.

“I was thinking. Do you think we could… stop them?”

“Them? What are you talking about?”

“Keihl,” she breathed. “You know…”

“Oh.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Let me think about it. For now, let’s keep going.”

So nonchalant!

It was if he were considering whether or not to continue a gym membership or something.

“Keihl. It’s been almost a year.”

“That’s all? I’m just getting used to it.”

She sighed. “Please, Keihl. They hurt.”

His low chuckle rumbled over the line. “We all have to sacrifice for love, my dear.”

Yeah, right. She had to sacrifice. He got to benefit.

“Besides”, he said. “It’s been great. I love them.”

To be fair it wasn’t all sacrifice on her part. He’d been an animal since they’d agreed to keep them going. Well, he’d agreed, really. She just did as she was told.

“At least let me take care of them while you’re gone during the day. It’s so hard.”

“I know it is. You should see it right now, as I picture them. Nice and sore, aren’t they? I’m glad I’m sitting down.”

“Keihl, please—”

There was a loud jostling on Keihl’s end, and she heard his voice say: “I’ll take a look at it in a sec, Dave”, then “Yeah, it’s Kirsten.”

“Honey, we’ll talk about this when I get home,” he said, his voice deepening another octave. “I think we’ll need to talk about what reasons are good ones for calling me at the office. Telling me your boobs are full and achy is not one of them. You had me concerned that you were hurt or in danger.”

Please God, tell me Dave didn’t hear him say that.

She felt like sinking into the floor.

“Keihl, they’re killing me. Can I at least take care of them once before you get home?”

“I’ll take care of them when I get there, Kirsten. Just like we agreed. Unfortunately, you’re probably going to have more than sore tits after we talk. See you tonight, honey.”

He hung up.

Hanging her head, her heart racing, she dreaded her husband’s arrival as much as she looked forward to it.

Relief from her pain would come — but with a price.

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About Trent Evans

Trent Evans is an independent author of BDSM erotic romance and erotica. Putting pen to paper since he was a wee lad, he decided to try to share some of the tales cooked up in his fevered imagination. Some readers might not be horrified. He tries to write stories that appeal to both women and men (wow, threading the needle), but will follow wherever the story takes him.

A long-time resident of the Pacific Northwest, the author believes that the high percentage of authors in the region (compared to the nation as a whole) is chiefly due to the fact that it’s so damned wet and miserable all the time there. They tend to use their long hours cooped up inside making up stories that depict things they’ll never see or experience – such as sunshine.

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