Secrets on his Skin: An Erotic Romance, Episode 3 of The Devilhouse Books A few secrets are never enough. Despite all her misgivings, Rae Stone submits to tutoring in BDSM with the mysterious Dom of the Devilhouse in order to stay in college. When she plays the Domme with him, she can’t resist stripping off Wulf’s crisp, white shirt, and she finds that he has hidden more from all of them than she suspected. Excerpt: Rae flipped the riding crop against her bare leg, testing. Every flick felt wrong. Every time the whip hit her own thigh, it felt like being hit with a hard piece of wood instead of a supple sting. She was hopeless. She told Wulf, “I can’t do this.” “Of course you can,” Wulf said. “I’ve given you the perfect opportunity.” “I’m not any good at this. I’m not a Domme at all. I wouldn’t even make a good sub.” Wulf spun and grabbed her around the waist. He walked her backward like they were tangoing and then her back touched the cold wall. He said, “Use surprise.” She spread her fingers on his chest, ostensibly pushing him away, but she could feel the muscle wrapped his chest and body with hard cords under his crisp, white shirt. Her fingers trailed down, following the heavy ridges across his sides. Wulf took the riding crop from her hand. “Hit less with the stick and more with the end, with the leather bit here.” He raised the lithe crop and Rae held her breath as he snapped it down. A line of pain stung Rae’s thigh, though she hardly noticed it because Wulf’s hard body pushed her against the wall, his rippled front to her breasts. The lash hurt, but it stung lightly and didn’t feel like getting pounded on with a stick. Instead, it focused her attention yet more on her body pressed against his. Her hands itched to grab him, pull him down to her, and kiss him hard. “See?” he said. “Snap it with your wrist.” “I understand.” Desire swirled in Rae’s head, making her dizzy. If she reached up and grabbed Wulf, they could tumble to the floor. When he handled her like this, every thought in her head turned to screwing him. She reached up around his neck and started to pull his head down to kiss him. “No. This isn’t play time.” His insistent voice sounded hoarse, and he grabbed her wrists and trapped her hands against the wall. “You can’t go unprepared to Mr. Park.” She wanted to beg him to touch her. His body pressed her against the wall, and he didn’t seem to want to move away. His cock poked her leg. She whispered, “Please.” “No.” His voice was harsh, like he forced out that word, but he still didn’t back up. Rae gulped and forced herself to calm down, which was difficult with Wulf still flattening her against the wall and her skin prickling with passion. “I don’t think I can do this Domme thing.” “Yes, you can. That night we met at the party, you were magnificent, Rae. You wanted, and you resolved to take what you wanted. Nothing cowed you. Nothing stopped you. Do that now.”