His Secret by International and UK Sunday Times bestseller Portia Da Costa


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Today we will be continuing our coverage of The Mastered BDSM box set with His Secret, a brand-spankin’ new story by International & UK Bestseller, Portia Da Costa!

When a playful #spank tips off his domineering side, the perfect couple hit it off like never before http://bit.ly/OpalsBlog@PortiaDaCosta

Quiet storm…

Ben Chambers is the perfect, handsome boyfriend. Sarah adores him, but she suspects he has a secret. While away on a luxury vacation, a simple act of cheeky affection unravels Ben’s wicked ways. And she’s more than willing to see how deep they go.



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Excerpt from HIS SECRET by International and UK Sunday Times bestseller, Portia Da Costa

Sarah’s insides fluttered. Not just her sex, but in her heart, her chest. She felt

as if she were on a precipice above some great, secret valley. Ready to fling herself


When Ben released her sex, it was as much of a shock as if he’d suddenly begun

the spanking already. The lack of his fingers against her was like a gouging void that

she’d do anything to fill.

“Lie across the bed,” he said quietly. “ Facedown, with your hands stretched out

in front of you… You may look in my direction or away… that’s your choice.”

Almost unable to move properly from excitement, she obeyed him. Her limbs

seemed to be made of rubber and uncontrollable, but she managed to assume the pose

he’d specified. She was afraid to look at him, so turned her face away, even though in

her mind she could still see him perfectly.

“Good. That’s very good. You’re doing well.”

Am I? I don’t think so… I’m all over the place.

She felt the mattress dip and imagined Ben inclining toward her, his weight on

one hand while with the other he reached out toward her exposed bottom.

Expecting a spank and braced for it, she gasped when the first touch was light

and exploratory.

It won’t be so bad. It’s my first time. I bet he barely does anything at all.

And indeed, the second touch was nothing at all. Just a tap on her left buttock,

barely more than the light touch that had started all this, close to an hour ago, yet in

another lifetime.

Then… more taps. A little harder. Definitely making an impact, but still fine.

I’m okay. I can take this. It’s all right.

In fact, it was more than all right. Her sex was glowing, becoming soft and

pouched and wetter than ever. The slight impact of the little smacks was gently

knocking her core where she was pressed against the mattress.


How had that happened? One minute, soft taps, and then, suddenly, with no

discernable increase in effort, the taps weren’t taps any more but full-blown spanks.

And they were hard. They hurt. They really hurt.

“Oh!” she cried again when Ben’s hand seemed to catch a particularly tender

spot on the under-hang of her cheek. Her whole bottom was glowing now, drenched

in heat. It was uncomfortable, unsettling, quite painful, and yet the shivering warmth

in her flesh was sinking down into her sex and firing it up in a way she’d never yet

experienced. Her whole pussy seemed to be fizzing like the champagne had done.

Effervescing with a delicious yet forbidden pleasure.

How? Oh, how is this happening? He’s hurting me, yet… yet… Oh God, I want

him to hurt me more!

To her astonishment, Sarah realized she was lifting her bottom in syncopation

with the slaps, raising the target up to improve Ben’s aim and to invite and seduce

more blows. She was simmering on the edge of orgasm, and every time he hit her, he

pushed her ever closer to the longed-for implosion of pleasure.

She cried out keenly when he stopped, and she turned her face to implore him

with her eyes. To beg him to grant her more pain, more pleasure… Oh, dear Lord, she

hardly knew the difference.

Ben’s eyes were beautiful, wise, and kind. Despite the fact that he was denying

her what she wanted. But he seemed to understand as he leaned forward to press a

kiss to her tearful cheek and whisper in her ear.

“You’re doing beautifully, Sarah, my love… Better than I could ever have

wished. But you must wait a little for your prize. The waiting will make it all the more


Even though she was sobbing with need, with frustration, and from the now

extreme soreness in the flesh of her bottom, she believed him. She believed him


He was Ben. He knew all. He was her sweet master.

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About Opal Carew

Hi. I’m Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew. So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving – questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more. These aren’t women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These women push past that fear. Get a free erotic romance read by joining my Reader Group. Just copy and paste into your browser ==> OpalCarew.com/ReaderGroup

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