Two dominant personalities under one roof can lead to a lot of tension. When BDSM is explored, things can get interesting. Stella is the head sous chef at a high end, high stress Chicago restaurant. The chef in charge is choleric and thrives on the control he exercises over his staff, Stella included. Dan is the anchor she comes home to every night, and he introduces her to a new way of relieving her tension and the flood gates open... moreTwo dominant personalities under one roof can lead to a lot of tension. When BDSM is explored, things can get interesting. Stella is the head sous chef at a high end, high stress Chicago restaurant. The chef in charge is choleric and thrives on the control he exercises over his staff, Stella included. Dan is the anchor she comes home to every night, and he introduces her to a new way of relieving her tension and the flood gates open. Dan's appetite for domination, something he gave up when he met Stella, is rekindled and he tries to bring her into subjection. Strongly opposed willpowers and shenanigans ensue.Excerpt from Feuding Souls:The pressure on my nipples intensified but I didn't back away. Neither did I call him sir. I had told him not to call me his slave; did he expect me to call him my master now? He released me and turned to the onlookers. "I love it when they disobey."The men chuckled.They? A confused anger responded. I had come here for a play party, not to give out blow jobs on demand. He pointed at the table. "Hands on the surface."I glanced at the crowd. Men and women alike, they were all smiling; this was a game to them. This is what their play looked like. I made a silent agreement to give it a chance, as long as he didn't expect me to call him sir or master, we were okay. I walked to the side of the lounge and bent over it.This is a short story. A quick read. There is explicit and rather naughty sexual material. Enjoy! less
