Book 1 of 5 in the Club Oxygen Series He is my everything. He gives me everything I need. I can feel him everywhere. Even when he's away fighting fires. It destroys me a little bit every day when I watch him walk out the door. Because I know that he is going out to stare straight into the gates of hell. But, as long as he comes back to me, I can survive the anxiety. I look forward to his return for more than just confirmation of his safety. It's especially at those times that we give each other what we each crave. Pain. Lustful, deviant, fulfilling pain. My masochistic submissive side screams out for his sadistic domination. However, there is another voice in me, screaming for attention. I suppress that voice, though. It has no place in our perfect dynamic. Because we are just that. Perfect. As long as I have him, I have everything. He is the very air I breathe...my oxygen. \*Oxygen was originally part of a multi-author anthology that has been unpublished.

Book 2 of 5 in the Club Oxygen Series I used to have everything. Then my everything was ripped away from me. Now, instead of the warmth of his love, I feel the coldness of his loss. The darkness that remains in me is frightening. I don't want to feel anything. The cold has a nice numbing effect. I've decided to embrace it. I've also decided that even though I no longer feel, I do still need. I need to bind, flog, and Dominate younger men. Especially one in particular. I know he thinks he can change me. Thaw my frozen heart. He cries so beautifully for me; I could almost believe in love again. But I could never love another man the way I did my husband and Master. Not even my eager young submissive. He will never be my love...only my Plaything.

"Fire ends up consuming everything we hold dear." Those were the last words I spoke to my beautiful Plaything the night I tore his heart out. I had no idea how right I was. With those words and ensuing actions, I burned the last ounce of humanity I had left. I burned my second chance. And most unforgivable, I burned out the loving light in the eyes of someone dearer to me than I realized. Am I redeemable?

Unwanted. Ignored. Betrayed. Deceived. Sold. Everyone has a story... Are you sure you're ready for mine?

Pain: I need to give it. He needs to receive it. Protection: I need to give it. He needs to receive it. Love: I need to give it. He needs to receive it. This is our deviant love story.