Pieces of Stronghold

Book 3.5 of Stronghold

The Stronghold Doms and their submissives are anxiously watching as Jared and Leigh, both on the rebound from seven year, emotionally turmoiled, relationships take the first tentative steps towards something more than friendship.  Leigh isn't sure she's a submissive, but she's intrigued and spending more and more time in the club.  Jared isn't sure he can handle a relationship with yet another woman who can't fulfill all his needs, but he can't deny the sunshine that Leigh has brought back into his life.  

With the past snapping at their heels, their friends worried about their futures, their choices could make or break the happiness of their entire group of friends.

This novella is told from multiple points of view, including Jared, Leigh, Olivia, Justin, Chris, Jessica, Patrick and Lexie.  It can be read as a standalone, but is much more fulfilling when read as part of the Stronghold series.  

This novella contains BDSM, whippings, spankings, domestic discipline, and lots of hot, steamy alpha males and sassy subs getting it on.


Stronghold.  A yearning wistfulness rose up inside of Kate, as it always did when Sharon mentioned the club.  Not that Kate had ever been, but she’d known the owner in the past and she’d also known Sharon would be safe there.  Kate had no doubt that a lot of her old friends frequented Stronghold, all of them really good guys, even if she hadn’t seen – or even talked – to any of them in five years.  Since Sharon hadn’t known the area at all and had wanted to go to a BDSM club, that was the only place Kate had trusted Sharon to go to without her.  Some of the clubs that Sharon had dragged her to in L.A. had been pretty shady, and she'd wanted to make sure Sharon was safe when Kate wasn't there to watch out for her.

"You could always replace me with a man," Kate teased. 

"Please."  Sharon snorted and then sighed.  "I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not actually submissive.  Or maybe the kind of dominant I want just doesn't go to the clubs.  I'm just so over the yes Sir, no Sir, give me orders Sir thing.  Can't one of them just bend me over and fuck me hard without having to boss me around first?  Is it so much to ask for a man to just grab me, hold me down and fuck me?  The talking is killing me!  I finally gave Master Maniacal a chance last night, and we talked for freaking half an hour before he'd even spank me.  I don’t want to talk, I just want to do.  I might have to change his nickname to Master Meh."

Kate burst out laughing.  One of her favorite things about Sharon was the various nicknames that she'd come up for people at the clubs.  It helped her keep track of them when she didn't know their actual names, but sometimes they were less than complimentary.  Knowing that Sharon could be kind of judgy, Kate had specifically asked not to know the real names of the Doms that Sharon had nicknamed.  She didn't want to pre-judge before she could get there and meet any of them for herself.  Plus, there was always the chance that she would already know some of them.

"Seriously though... other than Master Maniacal, only Crusty Cock and the Speedy Spanker asked me if I wanted to scene.  I'm running out of options over here," Sharon whined.  "It's even worse because everyone reassures me that Stronghold is definitely the place to be in this area, so it's not like I can just hop around to another spot."

Which is what Sharon would have done in L.A.  Although, Kate doubted that Sharon would do that unless she had someone to go with her anyway.  The girl was rabidly co-dependent about some things. 

"You sure you don't want to give the Speedy Spanker another chance?" Kate teased.  "And Crusty Cock's dick might be crusty, but he probably knows what he's doing with all that practice."

The Speedy Spanker was one of the first guys that Sharon had scened with when she'd moved to D.C., and he was constantly asking her to scene again.  His nickname was because Sharon had said that he spanked hard and fast, and the scene had been over within half an hour, too fast for her to mentally get into the scene.  It had left her breathless, and not in a good way.  Crusty Cock was apparently the club man-whore, and Sharon refused to scene with him on principal.  She was looking for a relationship.  Plus, he was supposed to be a sadist, although Sharon had said he was willing to play with any pussy he could find.  Even though the club had the usual policies on safe sex and having its members tested, the nickname had stuck.  

"What about Hot Chocolate?" Kate asked, referring to the bouncer that Sharon had been drooling over, even though she said he was too big for her.  At 5'1", most guys were too big for Sharon, but that had yet to stop her as far as Kate had noticed.

"Apparently he's on the rebound from a Heinously Evil Ex, and possibly already interested in someone else," Sharon said with the same heaving sigh that she always did whenever Hot Chocolate was mentioned.  Kate grinned, wondering if Sharon was fanning herself with her hand, the way she often did when she thought a guy was particularly sexy.  "Why are all the good ones taken or man-whores?"

"Well it is a BDSM sex club."

"Sex is not a required part of a scene.  Not that I'd say no at this point.  I'm on the verge of growing back my virginity," Sharon stated dramatically.  Well, dramatically for her, since she tended to do everything dramatically.

"I'm pretty sure that's what dildos are for."

"It's not the same."

Kate sighed.  "No, it isn't."