Welcome to Shades of Desire. As an author of erotic stories, stories that often have dark themes and truly evil intents, I find I need a home where I can talk to my readers and they can talk to me. Under another guise I have another website and other books...but here you will find no such brightness. We will leave love and romance in that other world so that here we may celebrate our...shadier desires.
You have been warned...
TRAITOR SLAVE has just been re-released with a re-written ending. I always thought it finished too abruptly before, so I took some time and re-wrote the final pages, adding a little more story. While still a short novella (28,000 words), this erotic story deals with betrayal and redemption. And sexual slavery, of course!
by Mystic Shade
All Rights Reserved
The woman knelt before him on the soft
pillow, her head bowed in total submission. Three months in training and she’d
shown herself to be one of the quickest and most graceful he’d ever had the
privilege to teach. Her short hair, growing out from its initial shaving,
curled around her head in tight curls to frame a pixie-like face. A face now
bent towards the floor, her arms resting behind her back, her knees spread wide
to show her master her offerings. Yes, indeed. This one would bring a high price
at auction tomorrow.
Her trainer smiled and stood. “Good, little
one. You are ready.” He took a step towards the door, pausing beside her one
second too long. A fast movement and pain shot through his arm as her teeth
sank in, breaking the skin. He hollered in surprise and grabbed her hair,
pulling her head back.
But she didn’t let go. Her teeth sank
deeper, blood spattering her face as she attempted to wrest a large chunk of
skin from his arm. She gnawed like a dog, shaking her head, intending to damage
So docile, so obedient she’d been after the
first week, he wasn’t prepared for her attack. With an oath he pushed her to
the floor, wrestling to get his free hand around her throat. Instinctively he
understood that trying to pry open her teeth would only get his fingers bitten
off. He went for her throat instead, wrapping his hand around her slender neck.
Squeezing tight, he noted the panic in her eyes as her air remained cut off.
She could neither get rid of what air she’d sucked into her lungs nor pull in
fresh. After several long seconds, her jaw relaxed as her eyes rolled back in
Prying her teeth out of his arm, he let her
fall onto the pillow, staggering up and jabbing at the intercom. The blood
flowed in spurts, which meant she’d gotten an artery.
“Traitor,” he managed to croak into the
intercom before he slid down along the wall, the world going dark.