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SANCTUARY by Eden Bradley

Re-edited and re-released-Book One in Eden’s San Francisco Doms series is out now!


She trusts him with her body…but can he trust himself with her heart?

 Devin Delaney has never described herself as kinky, despite a rich fantasy life filled with submission scenarios—until her best friend takes her to the Ring, a San Francisco BDSM club, and her senses hum with awakened urges.

One pro Dom in particular works scenes that leave her breathless, and when he unexpectedly invites her on a journey to the darker side of sex—right then, right there—she sinks readily into the sting of addictive desire.

Shaye’s past makes him wary of getting involved with any woman, but when Devin willingly gives herself over to him, something inside him opens up. And he finds himself breaking his own rules to keep her in his arms all night.

When Shaye takes Devin to an exclusive club named Sanctuary, leading her deeper into the BDSM world, Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and emotions—shift into overdrive. The experience brings them both to the edge of an inner darkness that could seal their bond—or permanently tear it apart.

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“I appreciate you coming on such short notice,” he said.

“Well, you asked me to come. I thought…”

“What did you think?” he asked as he took her coat.

“That I…should.”

He hung her coat carefully in the foyer closet then turned to face her. He looked beautiful and as wicked as ever in the low lighting coming from the living room.

He took her hand once more and pulled her in close enough that she could feel the hard planes of his body pressed against her breasts. She wanted to groan aloud but bit it back.

He said quietly, so that she could feel his breath against her cheek, “We have no contract, Devin. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ve negotiated some of your limits, but you never have to be here if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to be here. I was just trying to tell you that I feel when you ask something of me, it becomes…exactly what I want.”

He surged against her, his arms going around her and holding her close.

“Ah, you are perfect, my girl.”

She smiled, a shiver running through her. At the small term of endearment. At knowing she’d pleased him.

“I’m going to strip you down now,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to spank you with a small leather strap until your gorgeous ass is pink, until you can’t take anymore. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh yes…” she breathed, not entirely certain she’d actually said the words aloud until she heard his small, pleased chuckle.

In a flash he’d turned her around and had her naked, his own shirtless body pressing up behind her.

“Shaye, I—”

“Shh, now. Just follow my lead.”

Her head was spinning, sinking down and down, into that floating place where there was nothing but pleasure, despite the pain he might give her. She wanted it. Needed it.

She let him walk her into the living room, where he bent her over the end of the sofa.

“Rest your elbows on the arm of the couch to steady yourself,” he instructed. “Yes, good. You have the most delectable ass I’ve ever seen.”

He smacked her once, hard, making her jump, making her laugh.

“Oh, do you think that’s funny?”


He smacked her again and another giggle came out of her.

“Shaye, I… It’s just nerves or something.”

“Yes, I know. I’m not worried. I have my ways. Head down now, little Devin, and stay here quietly until I get back. Quiet and imagining what I might do to you in a few minutes.”


“Shh, quiet,” he said, a harder edge to his voice this time that made her limbs go warm, her mind buzzing.

She heard him walk away, the sweep of his bare feet. He’d left her shoes on, and she shifted from one foot to the other, heard the small squeak they made on the wood floors and tried to still herself. There was a momentary struggle to keep still, to do as he said. But she reminded herself that he had asked this of her—demanded it—and that was all it took for her body to calm of its own accord in a way that was almost meditative.

She heard him step into the room and stop behind her, his hand resting at the small of her back, steadying her. Making her feel owned somehow.

“You look so naked bent over like this,” he murmured. “I can see the lovely seam of your pussy. Makes me want to touch you there. Like this.”

His fingertips stroked the sensitive flesh between her thighs and she went wet instantly.

“Spread a little for me. Yes, good.”

She felt wide open. Wanton. She loved it.

He grasped one hip in his hand, pressed up against her, his erection against her buttock.

God, he was going to fuck her tonight. She could hardly wait. Her sex clenched at the thought.

His fingers found her wet slit once more, and he pushed one inside.

“Ah, God…”

“Stay quiet, Devin. Try to be quiet, to hold still, no matter what I’m doing to you. Do you understand? You can answer me.”


“Say my name.”

“I understand, Shaye.”

When he pushed a second finger inside her, causing pleasure to spill into her system like liquid heat, she had to bite her lip.

He began a slow pumping rhythm, fucking her with his hand, and at the same time he began to spank her.

It didn’t hurt at first—she was too full of pure pleasure from what he was doing to her needy pussy. But soon he began to smack harder, and it became more difficult to keep quiet. But she would do it. For him.

He kept up the spanking, raining blows over her ass, her thighs, and all the time fucking her with his thrusting fingers. She was lost in pleasure—even the pain was pleasure. Lovely.

And then he hit her with something.

She smelled the leather even as she felt the wide strap across her bottom. She was too shocked to cry out.

He hit her again with the strap, and this time she did yelp.

“Come on, Devin. You can take it.”

And she could. She felt a certain pride well within her as he smacked her ass over and over with the leather strap, as she felt the welts rising on her skin. She knew she could handle the pain. And somewhere between the hurting strap and the lovely sensation of his fingers plunging inside her, the line began to blur. Sensation became one thing—pleasure and pain—and her service to him, that she was doing this to please him, but as she’d said, it was what she craved most now, as well.

It went on and on, until she felt her pussy swell with need, felt her climax trembling in her body, waiting, waiting.

Shaye must have felt it too.

“Hold it back,” he ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”


He began to fuck her harder with his hand, really slamming into her. At the same time he kept smacking her sore and stinging skin with the strap. Something about the sharp scent of the leather was driving her crazy. Needing to come was driving her crazy. Her legs began to shake.

“Oh, baby, this is beautiful,” he told her, his voice a little breathless. “You can do it. Hold it back for me.”

He hit her harder, and pleasure surged, making her pussy ache, her clitoris hardening until she could barely stand it.

“Shaye…I can’t.”

“You can. And you will. Because I need to be inside you when come, baby. I need you to come all over me.”

She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the loss of sensation. At the knowledge that he would fuck her now.

In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.

A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show, are you?”

“No, Shaye.”

“I like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough with desire. “Ask me by name, Devin.”

“Please, Shaye.”

He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”

She groaned. “Please fuck me.”

“Say it again. The right way.”

“Oh…please fuck me, Shaye.”

© Eden Bradley, 2014


Read the other books in Eden’s
San Francisco Doms series


(**Each of these stories can be read as a stand-alone and in any order!)


 When power play becomes more than just a game…

18159414_10155275591957460_1667193386_oSubmission. Spanking. Perhaps even a flogger, a whip…These are the things Skye has always craved, the desires she has never allowed herself to explore. Until now. She thought she was looking for a single experience, something to purge these strange yearnings from her system. Instead she finds a man whose absolute authority and stunning good looks leave her breathless. Helpless. Willing to do anything he asks of her. But only for one night…


Adam has other ideas—BDSM is a process, not a single experience. Skye could be the perfect submissive once he’s done training her—for someone else. For him, that’s always the way it’s been. But Skye is different. Enticing. Intoxicating. Irresistible. Soon all he can think of is breaking Skye—and keeping her for himself.



18120581_10155275593152460_1204407707_oMiranda lives in paradise— the exclusive Eden resort, the ultimate in fantasy retreats.
Roan, the resort’s dungeon consultant, lives part-time on the island and full-time in the past.

When the sexy Dominant and the sultry pastry chef both receive one of the island’s mysterious invitations they spend a sizzling week together in the dungeon suite. They’re left breathless, wanting more… and hopelessly falling.

Both have been scarred by loss, both have created a nearly impenetrable shell. The intensity and intimacy of kink might be the perfect recipe to open Miranda’s heart again. But can the man who fulfills her every secret desire ever give her what she needs the most? 

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AmazonNew York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin writes erotica and erotic romance for Berkley Heat, Samhain Publishing, Bantam, Harlequin Spice/HQN, and Black Lace, as well as indie publishing. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. Her debut novel THE DARK GARDEN was praised as “a masterpiece”, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. More recently, her novella GIRL (Book One in The Training House Series) has repeatedly been called “phenomenal”, and BDSM author Jenna Jacob said “Nothing has touched me like this since ‘Story of O’”. Her novels and novellas have been translated into German, Romanian, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Czech, Polish, Indonesian and Japanese.

As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women. She lives in Northern California, and loves art, shoes, tattoos, her Boston Terrier puppy, chocolate, and reading and writing smutty books, of course, not necessarily in that order.


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