Betting the Pride;

Losing the Prejudice

Book One

By

B.J. Frazier

Copyright 2020. All rights reserved

Published by B.J. Frazier Publications, LLC

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This book is a work of fiction.

Therefore, all characters, places, and events are the product of the author’s imagination.

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DIGITAL ISBN: 9780463413845

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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Author’s Note

This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

“Betting the Pride; Losing the Prejudice - Book One” is the first book of a trilogy and should be read sequentially.

My sincere and devoted thanks go to Thomas Antonson for his editing acumen and his uncanny ability to understand which word I really meant to use.

A warm and fuzzy thank you to the following *smedia* people for helping with the cover design:

Mike Bowerbank

rubbug ~ for his never-ending patience

Sean O’Toole

toymax

Please visit my website: bjfrazier.com

I know there are a lot of books for sale, and I thank you for choosing mine.

Happy reading,

~B.J.

Severe Content Warning: B.J. Frazier books contain *plots* and *well-developed characters*

Enjoy!

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Prologue

“C’mere, slut.” Shane grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. “Lemme see how wet you are for Daddy.”

Heather squealed when he clasped her ankles, and giggled as her body slid against the satin sheets.

When he took control of her body and spoke dirty to her, she dripped.

She loved submitting to him.

She loved everything about him: his body, his voice, his cock, and his control.

“Mmm, my kitten’s in heat, hmm?”

Heather wiggled her ass in answer.

Shane spanked it, and her butt cheeks rippled.

She held her breath and shivered slightly, anticipating the punishment for refusing to answer.

He spanked both of her butt cheeks hard enough to leave a mark.

“You know better than not to answer me, sub. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Heather wiggled as she spoke. “Yes, sir. I’m in heat... for you.”

He caressed her coloring cheeks. “That’s a much better kitten.” He slid his fingers down her crack. “Daddy likes it when you’re ready for him.”

She purred.

“Present your cunt to your Master.”

Heather shifted onto her hands and knees, and arched her ass upwards.

“Mmm, that’s the way I like it.” He rubbed his cock against her opening; teasing her. “You know what to do, kitten.”

“Oh please, Daddy. Please fuck your kitten.”

“Language, kitten.”

“Yes, sir. Please drive into your kitten.”

“Good girl. Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right. You’re mine.”

She loved hearing him say it. “Yes, and your kitty’s so wet and needy. Please, Master. Give it to me!”

Without a wind-up, he pushed his ten-inch cock balls-deep.

Shane never used a condom. Clearing his subs medically was essential, and they were monogamous, aside from any husbands... whom the subs only fucked with Shane’s consent.

Coming inside his subs and sending them home to their cucks was part of the game.

“Ohhh. Mmmm. Yes, Daddy, your kitten needs it so bad!”

“Yeah, I know. Daddy’s gonna take care of you, little one.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Yes!”

Shane used his sub like a Fleshlight. With his hands clutching her hips, he yanked her against him as he rammed into her.

Heather would burn for the next thirty-six hours, but it was worth it. Sex with him was an addiction from which she didn’t want a release.

No one could fuck her like Shane Shackleford.

Definitely not her husband.

Shane’s stamina surpassed her own and, because of his size, she often collapsed midway through. Sometimes his intensity hurt because his insistent thrusting stretched her walls. When that happened, she’d drop her pose and lower her back.

When she did, Shane would wrap his left forearm around her stomach and prop her up for the continued assault. It was a sense of pride and dominance to cause his subs to sag. To have to be held up meant that they were truly his sex toys, with whom he could do whatever he wanted.

At that point, his thrusting accelerated. His subs would drop to their forearms in a pointless attempt at escape. He’d smile or laugh, knowing they had nowhere to go.

They were his.

At his mercy.

At his pleasure.

And his pleasure was to pummel them mercilessly.

He loved to watch their asses crash against his stomach. Sometimes, he’d smack them.

On Heather’s ass, the faint whisper of his handprint taunted him. So Shane used his right hand to darken the mark with every thrust.

Her moans--lust with a hint of pain--fueled his desire.

Shane had never been faced with a safeword utterance. He knew his subs’ limits and respected them. At the same time, though, he knew how and when to push their boundaries.

Heather had been his sub for nearly two years, and he knew her body well. She enjoyed a bit of pain with her sex.

She especially liked showing off her marks to her husband.

Her malleable husband, Gavin Noffke.

Gavin had agreed to let Heather become a hotwife because he hadn’t wanted to lose her, and he didn’t have enough manliness to keep her to himself.

Enter Shane... the bull.

Shane Shackleford was a natural-born bull. Dominant in every aspect of his life, and a confirmed bachelor at forty-one, he was constantly on the prowl for his next submissive.

The lifespan of his sub relationships was between six to eighteen months. Heather was pushing two years, and he had long since tired of her.

However, she was easy and could take his ten inches in her ass. Not many women could or even wanted to try.

“Okay, doll. It’s time to beg Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy, will you use my back door?”

“Such a naughty kitty!” He spanked her again as he thrust in and held.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m your naughty kitty, and I want your monster cock in my ass. Please, Daddy? Please, will you?”

“Kitty’s been such a good girl...” Shane pulled out and aligned his cock at her star, “She can have a reward.”

He plunged into her anal passage, which opened for him. “You’re miiiine!”

“Ahhh! Fuuuck!”

Smack!

“What’d Daddy tell you about that language, slut?”

“Not to... not to... Oh! Not to use it, sir.”

“Now kitten’s gotta pay.”

Shane, still supporting Heather’s frame, fucked her hard. As he approached the end, he was vaguely aware of her moaning. After a furious stint at warp speed, he gave one, final push.

Recognizing the end, Heather pushed back, suddenly renewed. She wiggled her ass against his stomach and looked over her shoulder.

Shane’s head was back and his eyes were closed.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Shane’s signature close was to diddle or lick his kittens to a final orgasm. He liked to leave them with an extra euphoric grin.

But he didn’t have time for a finale.

He squeezed her midsection tightly. “No, kitten,” he warned her to stop wiggling.

She stopped immediately and waited.

When he pulled out, she instantly faced him on her knees.

“That’s right. Clean me, sub.”

Heather went to work erasing the evidence of their coupling. Shane watched his pole disappear in her mouth and fought the urge to get hard again.

He didn’t have time.

He pulled out slowly and gently patted her head.

She knew not to move.

“Time’s up, kitten, and I’ve gotta get back to the office.”

Like a Pavlovian dog, she flung her arms around his waist.

Shane trained all of his subs to do that parting move. He enjoyed grabbing their wrists and unlatching them from his body.

Heather added a move of her own. “Just one more kiss? Please, Master?”

Shane granted her wish, as he always did. It amused him.

“Go wash your mouth out first, kitten.”

It pleased Heather and made her feel special and separate from the rest of his subs.

While she was in the bathroom, Shane brought out another comforter. His subs changed the covers after each session but, because he was late, Shane assisted.

As a realtor, he knew the importance of keeping a house in a “show-ready” state.

Heather approached him as he was setting the pillows.

“All clean?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

He claimed her with his tongue briefly before he pushed her away with a swat to her ass. “Get ready.”

“Yes, sir.”

While he was dressing, Heather floated to him and ran her hands over the parts of his body that were still exposed.

“No, kitten.”

“But I need more, Daddy. Please.”

She always needed more.

It grated on him. He knew he needed to let her go.

Permanently.

It was time to anally train another sub. Or find a different sub to train.

“Stop.”

“But--”

“Enough.”

The whisper struck Heather like the force of a blow, and she stuck out her lower lip.

“Okay, kitten. I’ll give you more. Turn around and bend over.”

Heather jumped up and squealed before getting into position.

Shane put his right forearm around her lower back to hold her in place.

Heather trembled with anticipation and reveled in her victory. Even though her bits were sore, it would be pure pleasure to have him inside again, knowing it was outside of his rules. It solidified her specialness.

Shane caressed her ass cheek with his left hand before spanking it forcefully six times.

“That’s. For. Being. A. Bad. Girl!”

She was too stunned to respond.

He slid his right hand around her front to ensure she was steady before he continued to get dressed.

“I... I’m sorry.”

“Don’t let it happen again. I let you get away with the kiss, doll.”

“I know.”

“Get dressed, and I’ll take you back.”

Shane, a half-step in front, led them to his car. He drove her to his office, Shane Shackleford Realty, where they parted ways in the parking lot with a non-intimate, “Catch ya later, doll.”

Chapter 1

“What a buncha crap!” Shane snorted.

“Stop it, Unky Shane!” his twin nieces said in unison while elbowing him on either side.

“Unky” was all the twins were able to say as babies, and the name stuck into their pre-teens.

Shane was on the couch between them watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It was the twins’ favorite, but Shane had seen it too many times.

He usually got away with being on his phone, but they’d gotten smart and confiscated it.

“I’m sorry, but you’re making me watch it. And all I can say is, it’s crap, girls.”

“No, it’s not...” Alyssa insisted.

“...it’s so romantic!” Melissa finished.

“Garbage. You know that’s not the way the real world works, right?”

“Tell us how the ‘real world’ works, Unky Shane...” Alyssa sighed and paused the movie.

“...yeah, since you know so much about it!” Melissa agreed.

Shane sighed. It was an ongoing argument. “People just don’t ‘connect’ over a bet like that,” he opened.

“Mom and Dad met at a bar...” Alyssa countered.

“...when Unky Jay bet Dad he couldn’t get Mom’s phone number,” Melissa concluded.

Shane refrained from mentioning their parents were divorced. Instead, he said, “Jay’s not your real uncle, y’know.”

“We know. You’re our favorite uncle, Unky Shane,” they sang as they snuggled against him.

“Yeah, well, if there had been any kinda elaborate bet, like Ben’s friends in the movie had concocted, your mom would never have married your dad, and you guys wouldn’t be around to bug me!”

“Unky Shane!” They elbowed him again.

“Hey!”

Shane closed his arms around his nieces and tickled them until they couldn’t breathe. Giggling and hiccoughing, they screamed at him to stop while flailing their legs. Being outnumbered and without additional arms, Shane stood. “I give up!”

The twins, still giggling, continued to kick Shane’s legs and rear.

“Stop it!”

They continued.

“I said enough!”

They giggled more and tried to pull Shane onto the couch as they began to tickle him.

Disentangling himself, he raced to the stairs. Knowing his nieces were behind him, Shane stopped abruptly, and they crashed into him.

“Time out now. I’ve gotta go to the bathroom, and then we’ll finish the movie.”

“Okay, Unky Shane.” The twins padded to the couch and went on Instagram.

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