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Summary
The Adam and Eve Series, Book 1 In the heat of summer in a Southern California seaside town, the spiritual and sensual worlds collide when Laura, a former drama student and lovely wife of a Christian minister becomes sexually attracted to Stephen, a slender spiritually conflicted security guard for submissive female performers at a secret underground theater, the Adam and Eve Club. When Laura meets Stephen at the club to persuade him to rejoin the Christian faith, she is drawn into the theater by a bright hypnotic light. She watches a pretty submissive performer on the stage engaging in a sexual act while being held in bondage by her Dom. Though initially repulsed, her body responds to the show on a deeply sexual level. She is cornered in the office of the powerful and handsome owner of the club, Phillipe, and falls deeper into the sensual abyss by becoming his collared submissive. Both Stephen and Phillipe vie for Laura's affection. Laura overcomes the humiliation of being removed from a college play by her father and Stephen finally accepts his true nature as a Dom when Phillipe agrees to allow them to perform in a show together at the Adam and Eve Club. In a dramatic confrontation with her husband, Laura must choose between her role as a minister's wife and her newly discovered true nature of a sexual submissive. Warning: Includes male domination, light consensual bondage, spanking and several highly erotic sexually charged scenes.
Chapter 1: Sunday I
When Stephen first saw Laura standing next to her husband after the Sunday service, greeting worshippers on their way out of the church, he felt at once dizzy and breathless, as if punched directly in his solar plexus by an unseen fist. Stephen wondered if Laura had seen the quick sideways glance he’d given her, as her husband stretched out his arms to give him a black-robed embrace in the foyer of Our Savior Presbyterian Church. In his one brief look he noticed how the conservative pearl-white cardigan and pleated knee length skirt she wore sharply contrasted with the stylish shiny black high heeled shoes on her pretty arched feet. Through her thin sweater Stephen observed how the fetching curves of her rounded breasts and nipples were held in tight bondage by the thick straps of her brassiere. Enfolded in the ministerial embrace, breathing in the freshly laundered scent of the flowing robes, Stephen stole another furtive glance at Laura’s breasts. He imagined unbuttoning her sweater and unsnapping her bra strap with the tips of his trembling fingers. Once freed from their captivity, he thought how soft and warm her full breasts would feel as they fell into his hands and how swollen her areoles and nipples would become after he took them into his open mouth and sucked upon them passionately.
Stephen stayed longer than was appropriate in the warmth of the pastor’s embrace, pressing himself into his prodigious girth. Laura took notice of how long the attractive gentleman stayed wrapped in her husband’s arms.
Was he looking at me? At my body?
Clearly uncomfortable with the prolonged physical contact, especially with another man, the Reverend stepped back to break the embrace.
“Are you feeling alright, my son?”
Stephen looked up into his inquiring fleshy pink face.
“Yes, Reverend.”
“Call me Reverend Rog. All my friends here do.”
OK, Reverend Rog.”
“Son, you seem… do you not feel well?”
“No, I feel fine. Why do you ask?”
“You’re trembling.”
“Oh yes. I suppose I am.”
As he had unwittingly drawn attention to himself, by now Stephen was sure Laura had noticed him, along with everyone else in line waiting to speak with the Reverend.
“Reverend, I think I’m holding up the line.”
“You’re new here?”
“Yes.”
“Is this your first visit to our parish?”
“It is, Reverend.”
“Reverend Rog.”
“OK, Reverend Rog.”
“Listen; are you free tomorrow night around 7?”
“Uhh, I...“
“Well, if you’re feeling better, I’d like to set up an appointment to meet with you. I do this with all new members to welcome them into my congregation on the first Monday of the month, which is tomorrow. We can sit down together, get to know each other a little more personally, pray together if there may be something troubling you. There will be coffee and sweets, oh; I didn’t catch your name…”
“Stephen.”
“Well, Stephen, I certainly hope you feel better by tomorrow. You may be coming down with something. You look feverish, you’re sweating. I hope you’re not contagious. I have a big business trip coming up this week.”
“I feel fine. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“Well, it was a pleasure meeting a new member. Welcome to Our Savior. We’ll meet tomorrow night then.”
“Yes, Reverend, I’ll try to make it,” Stephen said, shaking the Pastor’s extended hand.
As he turned toward the door, the Reverend reached out and touched Stephen’s shoulder, an incidental touch, but one that would end up changing their lives.
“Oh, before I forget, let me introduce you to my wife, Laura.”
With trepidation, Stephen paused, took a deep breath and turned to gaze into her dark brown eyes. She held out her pale white hand and he took it, holding it lightly in his own, feeling its warmth.
“Hello,” Laura said, held captive by Stephen’s piercing blue eyes.
“Hello, Laura…”
She smiled and briefly broke eye contact with the stranger, glancing down at her hand.
“My hand?”
“Oh yes. Sorry.”
He released Laura’s hand and stood formally, clasping his hands stiffly in front of him. Stephen saw Laura sweep the tips of her fingers over the wet residue of perspiration he had transferred into her palm.
“I’m terribly sorry. My palms are wet…”
“And your name again was…?”
“My name? Yes, uh…”
“Have you forgotten your name, sir?” she asked.
I’m teasing him. Why am I teasing him?