Jamie Craig - Writing on the Edge of Erotic Romance

My Masked Mistress

Nobody can hide their secret desires behind a mask for long...

Dante Frost is a very powerful man. The young CEO of Foster and Howe, he is forced to make several sacrifices in his public and private life. First and foremost, he can no longer frequent the BDSM club Switch, where he is a devoted and well-trained sub. Dante thinks that life is completely behind him. Until the night of the annual Halloween masquerade party, when he meets a most captivating Mistress.

Noelle Farinas is a very driven young woman. When she is passed up for a much-deserved promotion at Foster and Howe, she immediately begins looking for ways to prove to Dante Frost that he made a mistake when he overlooked her. Her research leads her to Switch, where she learns of Dante’s history at the club. She hatches a plan to lure Dante to her at the annual masquerade party, but she never counts on enjoying her session with him.

And she certainly doesn’t expect Dante Frost to ask for a more permanent arrangement between the two of them...

5 stars from Claudia Orpik, Just Erotic Romance Reviews:...My Masked Mistress is a wonderful story of love and redemption...Noelle teases and tantalizes Dante so well that I couldn’t help but envy him. I needed to take several toy breaks during their play because their interaction was so steamy!...My Masked Mistress hooked me from its opening word to its most satisfying conclusion...

From Zayn, Joyfully Reviewed:...a perfect match. The standard domme/sub rules flew out the window when these two fell in love. It was a pleasure to read.

3 1/2 hearts from Valerie, Love Romances:...This is a very hot story that will certainly leave lovers of the BDSM lifestyle panting for more. Jamie Craig graphically portrays the ways of a Dominatrix with her sub. Now, I don’t mind a bit of BDSM in my erotic stories. Some spanking, tying up and such, but when it comes to outright pain, which the characters enjoy, then for me this is going just a tad too far. But, having said that, I appreciate that there are many people who do live this lifestyle and will definately enjoy this story. The characters are charming, alive and believable, the plot is a page turner and the relationship between Dante and Noelle is hot!...


...A part of her wasn’t surprised to see Dante was still on his knees, his arms locked behind his back, not a flicker of annoyance or impatience on his face. Some people at Switch still remembered him, and they all agreed he was a good sub. His cock was hard, jutting from between his thighs. And he had a great body—his business suits did not do his body justice. Even with the mask, he was handsome. He was a thousand miles removed from the harried, grim, single-minded man she only caught glimpses of in the halls.

He greeted her with a small incline of his head. “Mistress.”

“Don’t you look pretty…” And he did. The natural pout of his lower lip glistened from where he’d licked it recently, and the bend of his shoulders delineated the sharp lines of his chest. Noelle stepped in front of him, savoring his warm breath fanning across her thighs, and let the whip trail over his thick erection. “It’s too bad we don’t have any of my toys. You’d look even prettier with one of my spiked cock rings on.”

His cock jerked against the thin leather tail, and she knew he was responding to the image she had planted in his brain. Now she wished she had other toys, as well. A weight for his balls, a collar to fit around his neck with a short leash, chains for his wrists and ankles. His gaze dropped from her face to the whip, and his lips parted, his body already tensing in anticipation.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Lifting her leg, Noelle rested her foot on Dante’s shoulder, her sharp heel digging into muscle above his nipple, and pushed him back so that his shoulders were braced against the edge of the bed. “When was the last time you had a whipping, boy?”

“Years, Mistress. Four years.”

Four years. The lapse coincided with his promotion to CEO, the last time he’d visited Switch. In all that time since, he hadn’t taken another lover who’d satisfied his submissive streak. Probably out of fear of risking his new position. And yet, here he was, willingly offering himself to Noelle. It had even been his idea to invite her up to his suite, though she knew she had done everything she could to entice him. Part of her had always feared, though, that she wouldn’t be his type. The few women he’d been seen with since taking over Foster & Howe were all petite. With generous size sixteen curves on her five-nine frame, petite was the last word that could ever be used to describe Noelle Farinas.

“Do you want to rectify that tonight?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The answer was immediate and measured. Despite the years, Dante hadn’t forgotten his training, it seemed. And she was a little surprised at how easy it was for him to slip back into this role. Four years was a long time, and he was a powerful man, but apparently, none of that mattered. “Please.”

“Wonderful…” she breathed. Tilting her head, she regarded the sculpture of his torso, the slim hips, the wet tip of his arousal. Her pussy clenched, and she wondered what it would feel like to sink down on its thick length. “I’d usually give out a harsher punishment for ogling me without permission, but considering how long it’s been for you, I won’t whip your cock. Yet.” Noelle dropped her foot and stepped back, giving him room to move again. “On your hands and knees. Head down, ass up.”

Dante dropped forward as soon as she finished speaking, bending until his brow touched the thick carpet. She dragged the tip of the whip up the slope of his back slowly, then down the crack of his ass until she reached his balls. He didn’t make a sound, but his body was tense, and she thought she saw a small tremor in his thighs.

Noelle swallowed. As excited as she was, this was the true test. She had been Mistress Rosalind’s apprentice for months now, and while she’d had several subs at Switch, it had always been under her Mistress’s watchful eye. The inexplicable desire to do this right—to do this well—surged inside her.

“I expect gratitude, boy. For each and every stroke.”

And with her final command, she swung the whip, electricity shooting up her arm as the leather made contact with the lower swell of his ass...