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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Liv called her hunger The Void. She thought she knew it - and herself. Until a night with Cassandra silenced it. And brought out something in Liv she didn't think possible: submission. One taste of that, and Liv wanted more. But Cassandra isn't an easy dominant. She expects Liv to earn her way into her good graces. And her demands aren't simple. How many hurdles will Liv need to jump before she can kneel before Cassandra? Before Cassandra chooses to claim her? Just what will it take to become Cassandra's "L?" And will the outcome be all she hopes for - and needs? Find out in a timeless tale, retold. Find out in Story of L.
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [273 KB]
Words: 56321
Reading time: 160-225 min.

Chapter One: The Club

Dusk on a Saturday night brings many things to people. Dinner and a movie or cocooning at home with the television, a fine meal or snacks and sports, meeting friends for drinks, or hitting the local music scene. But to Liv Alderman, single and unattached, those things represented the satisfying solitude of couplehood or loneliness amid the throng. Her options were different. For her, dusk on a Saturday night brought her elsewhere, to Hippolyte's.

Some would shrink at the notion of Hippolyte's. With its notoriety for whips and chains and women only, rigid moralists would certainly stiffen at the thought of such deviance. But they were few and far between in the college towns surrounding Hippolyte's. Minding your own New England business was custom here and it allowed everyone a quiet live-and-let-live existence.

And living here freed Liv to seek what felt innate to her--innate and necessary. With daylight waning, she grabbed a weathered leather backpack from the backseat of her car. A rubbery orange wristband fell against her hand, as if to escape the competing band of stiff leather she wore there.

Her right wrist.

I'm going to make a few people angry tonight, she thought as she locked her car.

Around her, women arrived, converging at Hippolyte's by first laying claim to parking spaces out on the street. Liv decided she was lucky to get a spot so close to the club, especially since she'd arrived late enough to avoid the dull chitchat in those tentative hours before people got naked and got busy. Instead, she'd help shape the emerging mood that would define the night.

Hope I'm as lucky, getting a play station.

The last thing Liv wanted was to wait for a station to open up. Her hunger wouldn't stand for it.

She called that hunger the void, an inner beast that had seized her midweek. Born of a wet dream, one in which a woman unfamiliar to Liv had pinned her down and deliciously plied her with rough kisses, fierce caresses, and absolutely torturous bites, it had come upon her like a vengeful angel. Its dream had been a vision so vicarious that she woke, coming, her orgasm so strong that its throbbing cadence almost hurt. In its wake stood the void, demanding and all consuming.

Sating the Void was no easy task, but Liv had no choice but to try. She'd do no topping tonight, not even for the best of her bottom-and-bosom buddies.

They'll understand. Everybody knows I get this way.

But few liked it. Greedy bottoms rarely saw beyond their own rampant urges, herself included. The void saw to that.

Halfway across the parking lot, Liv heard a lilting, enthusiastic voice call her. Fiona, a sweet high femme of a woman, the click of her heels scampering toward Liv. Or as close to scampering as one could get in heels. Liv turned to face this whirlwind of joy.

"Liv! Hello!" Bubbly was an understatement when applied to Fiona.