Giselle's Big Box of BDSM

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Fifteen erotic tales of discipline, domination, spanking, submission, Alphas, Femdom, bondage and more by award-winning author Giselle Renarde.

Giselle’s erotic fiction has appeared in more than 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Bondage Erotica, Under Her Thumb, Serving Him and The Big Book of Bondage. In this new box set, you can snap up every story in Giselle’s Best BDSM Erotica series (and then some) at a value price!

What’s in the big box?

Tree Hugger: When the new hotshot lawyer at Navina’s firm invites her out for a hike, he comes equipped with… bungee cords? Only a cute guy like Riley could get away with tying her, naked, to the nearest tree. She’s never been much of a tree hugger, but Riley’s rough hands might change her mind.

An Appreciation for Beautiful Things: Dell's mother-in-law is convinced he's gay, but that doesn't bother him. He's got nothing to prove. Tying up his wife, spanking her, making her scream for mercy--he doesn't do these things to prove that he's straight. He just loves taking charge.

The Invisible Husband: In Greta's opinion, a good husband is like a well-trained dog: you shouldn't see or hear him, except on command. That's not to say she doesn't take good care of her pet. He even gets to sleep in the big bed when he deserves it...

Forgotten Bodies: After three kids and many years of marriage, Susan’s lost her libido. She’s afraid if she doesn't satisfy her handsome husband’s desires he’ll find someone else who will. When Anthony surprises her with a spanking, will Susan find a new route to arousal?

The Sweetest Burn: Lucinda can’t stand to feel viscous fluids dripping down her skin. Too bad! For Chef, a recipe is never complete until it's mixed with the salt, sweat and oils of her skin. Today's sweet sauce is mole poblano, a Mexican chocolate chili that will set her ablaze.

Find these great stories and ten more in Giselle’s Big Box of BDSM!

Excerpt:

From An Appreciation for Beautiful Things:

“My mom thinks you’re gay.”

“I know. She’s not exactly shy with the flagrant accusations.” Dell stared into Genevieve’s quixotic green eyes, but he didn’t find what he was looking for. “What are you so worried about?”

She looked helplessly to the night table. “You’re not… are you…?”

“You’re asking if I’m gay?”

She smiled, and then rolled her eyes. “Sorry. I’m an idiot. It’s my mom—she’s poison.”

“No, no—I get it.” Dell wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her hair. “Only a gay man can have an appreciation for beautiful things. And how ridiculous is that? Aren’t straight men supposed to have an appreciation for beautiful women?”

“You’re right.” She chuckled softly. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“I’ll never be your caveman,” he said in all seriousness. “I love you. I desire you. I would give my life for you. But I’ll never be a belching, beer-swilling brute. That’s not who I am.”

“Thank god.” Her eyes darkened. “I mean, half your appeal is that you’re… the way you are.”

Dell cocked his head. “Gay-ish?”

From The Sweetest Burn:

Wearing only a white apron, Chef entered the room holding a metal pot in one hand and a silicone pastry brush in the other. He ignored her, at first, mixing his creation with the little blue implement and smiling like he could see the future in his sauce.

“What is it?” she asked.

She wasn’t supposed to talk, but oh well. If he didn’t want backtalk, he could eat his food off china like a normal person. But, no. He wanted to taste it on her skin—she knew him too well. The secret ingredient was that combination of her sweat and salt and body oils. Her flesh was a regular bouquet garni of human aromas.

He raised the silicon brush up, allowing a viscous dark brown, almost burgundy, fluid to drip back into the pot. Was it molasses? It did smell sweet, but she thought she got a whiff of chocolate, too, and…chili pepper? Strange combination.

“Mole Poblano,” he said at last.

“I don’t know what that is.”

His gaze was steel. So was his cock, judging by the tent in his apron. “You don’t need to know,” he replied, stirring the dark concoction. “You won’t be eating it.”