Free Welcome to Serpent's Kiss (Serpent's Kiss #0.5) by Sherri Hayes Page A

look as if he even thought about processed sugar, much less ate it.
    Nonetheless, Ryan was one of her favorite submissives to play with. Katrina didn’t have a submissive of her own. She had no desire for one, either. At the age of forty-three, she’d found herself widowed. And while she’d loved her husband, he had been vanilla as vanilla could be. Even role-playing in the bedroom held no interest for him.
    Her husband’s death had been a shock. It had also made her realize how short life was. No one knew how long they had on this earth. That was why, six months after her husband’s death, Katrina made the decision to open up a fetish club. Five years later, the club was exactly what she hoped it would be. Every Friday and Saturday night, Serpent’s Kiss was packed with members who paid a monthly fee for privacy and convenience.
    Katrina’s heels clicked on the wooden floor of the dungeon as she slowly circled Ryan. She ran a hand down his chest and could feel the anticipation rolling off him. There was something about seeing a man bound and ready for whatever she wanted to do to him that gave her immense pleasure.
    She didn’t take her eyes off his face as she moved her hand down over his abs, heading for the straining erection between his legs.
    He lowered his head and closed his eyes. . . waiting.
    When she brushed her hand against his cock, he tensed. “Have something you wish to say?”
    He shook his head.
    Taking hold of his balls with her right hand, Katrina squeezed. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes, Ma’am. I’m sure.” His eyes remained closed, but his breathing had picked up. He knew pain was coming, and what she’d just done to his balls was only the tip of the iceberg.
    She released her hold on him. “Very well. Let’s get things started, shall we?”
    A long table along the wall held a plethora of items she’d selected for their scene. Some she would use. Some she wouldn’t. She liked having options.
    Running her fingers over the small metal clothespins, she grinned and placed several in her hand before returning to stand in front of Ryan. He hadn’t moved—not that he could go very far.
    With her free hand, she took hold of one of his nipples and worked it between her thumb and index finger until it was ready to accept the clip she had poised in her left hand. Giving his nipple a hard pinch, she replaced her fingers with the silver clip.
    To his credit, he didn’t react beyond a small intake of breath. Ryan liked pain. That was good, since she liked to inflict it. Katrina considered herself a sadist. She liked to mix pain with pleasure.
    Without pause, she moved to his other nipple and placed another clip on the hardened flesh. He was ready this time and didn’t react in any way.
    That won’t do, Katrina mused. Returning the remaining clothespins to the table, she grasped each clip by the extended ears and pulled sharply.
    Ryan hadn’t been expecting that, and his reaction was exactly what she’d been hoping for. She saw his jaw flex and then clench.
    Releasing him, she gathered up the clothespins again and began placing them where she wanted them. By the time she was finished, he had forty of the miniature clips in various places on his body including his sides, arms, inner thighs, cock and balls. She’d made sure to space them far enough apart for what she had planned.
    “How are you doing?” she asked, caressing the side of his face. He trusted her with his submission. She didn’t take that lightly.
    Ryan opened his eyes and met her gaze. “Good, Ma’am.”
    “Are you ready to continue?”
    “Yes, Ma’am.”
    While Katrina didn’t mind people in the club referring to her as “Mistress,” she required submissives scening with her to call her “Ma’am.” She wasn’t anyone’s Mistress. She was the club Mistress, yes, but that was different. The club belonged to her. Ryan and the other male submissives she played with did not.
    She nodded and donned a pair of latex gloves.