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Meeting Her Match

By Justine Elyot

Meeting Her Match
Paperback, 272 pages paperback Online Price:
ISBN: 9781908086150
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 12th January 2012

EPUB, 272 pages ebook Online Price:
ISBN: 9781908086167
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 13th October 2011

Category: BDSM / Fetish, Contemporary, Erotic Novels, Menage and More, Mixed Themes

Rating: 4.8 / 5 stars - 9 vote(s).

An erotic novel by bestselling author Justine Elyot.

In the internet age, it should be easy for like-minded fetishists to find and connect with each other. Or so Cherry thought. Her decision to enter the wild and wonderful world of BDSM leads her to some interesting and unexpected places. She soon finds herself on 'the scene' and her insatiable curiosity takes her to orgies, slave auctions and mansion houses full of trainee submissives, but where will she find her perfect dom? Will Cherry ever meet her match?

A direct order. I can never defy one of those, and I didn’t want to anyway. His suit was well cut and, while he must have been in his forties at least, he had that still, calm air of authority that floored me and filled my dreams.

He stood, gesturing me up, and I followed him to the bar, where he bought me – without asking what I would like – a mineral water, plus a whisky for himself.

‘I don’t want to be accused of taking advantage of tipsiness,’ he told me, nudging the water glass down the polished bar top. ‘Now, let’s sort a few things out. You strike me as curious about certain aspects of human sexuality, am I right?’

I coughed into my glass, feeling as transparent as the crystal waters within.

‘Is it obvious?’

‘To me it is. Probably not to the world in general. How curious are you?’


‘There’s nothing moderate about what I do … What’s your name?’



‘Pleased to meet you.’

‘Well, Cherry, I like to be master in my own bedroom, if you catch my drift. Does that interest you?’

I gulped. What should I say? I rather thought the fiery spreading blush on my face was saying it for me.

‘It might,’ I muttered.

‘Does it or doesn’t it? I don’t have time to waste.’

His stern tone caught me right between the thighs.

‘Yeah. I suppose it does,’ I admitted, a mite sulkily.

‘Good. Though I think we’ll need to discuss your tone, young lady.’

Oh my God, he was killing me. “Young lady”. I was positively pre-orgasmic, especially when he raised an eyebrow in a way that couldn’t say “you’re getting spanked” any louder or clearer.

‘Drink up,’ he ordered. ‘Are you here alone?’

‘No, with a friend.’

‘Good. You can tell her you’re going home with me, and that you’ll call her by eleven so that she knows you’re safe.’

‘I’ll … tell her that.’ I looked around the bar for her, finally locating her in a darkened alcove, snogging some guy with a beard like a King of Leon. Sex on fire indeed.

I passed on the message, slipping it between her and the hairy one like a credit card of information. Her reply was a swallowed grunt.

‘I’ll be at home then,’ I reminded her brightly, feeling a broad hand descend on my shoulder. SM Stuart was not about to let me get away. I had been hooked like an unsuspecting fish, and now I was in the net I wouldn’t get out until I was being sizzled over the flames of his fire.

‘Where do you live?’ he asked, yanking me backwards, away from the bar.

‘Near South Parade Pier.’

‘Good. Not too far.’

It wasn’t until we were in the taxi that the insane foolishness of the idea hit home. Taking a strange man home for kinky sex – how on earth would that stack up on the risk assessment form? Not well at all, I realised with a sickening lurch of the stomach.

But then he pulled me towards him and into a long, hard kiss, and the lurching became something else, something much sweeter and less easily dismissed, something that squeezed all of my good sense into a tiny ball and batted it down between my legs, which were trembling.

It was mad and it was stupid, but I wanted sex – real, good sex – so much that I was prepared to follow my cunt wherever it led me that night.

Stuart’s mouth was firm and hungry, and his hand landed with a wondrous heaviness on my thigh, edging up the hem of my skirt, kneading its way to heaven, regardless of the taxi driver.

Luckily, the ride was not long enough for him to reach my stocking tops. The skirt was mid-thigh when he paid the fare, helped me out of the cab, and escorted me, hand on elbow, up the path to my apartment block.

Once inside the door, he held me out at arm’s length and said, ‘You’re wearing stockings and suspenders, aren’t you?’

I nodded.

‘Sounds to me like you were out looking for somebody to take you home and fuck you. You don’t wear stockings if you don’t think they’ll be seen.’

‘They make me feel sexy,’ I defended myself.

‘You want to feel sexy because you want a good seeing-to, Cherry. Am I right?’

I chewed my lip, avoiding his eye.


‘I’m right. And what kind of girl wants a good seeing-to, hmm?’

He pulled me closer, sliding one hand down my hip and around to pat a bum cheek. Oh, I could see where this was heading. And I liked it very, very much.

‘A bad girl,’ I said softly.

His lips quirked, and his hand fell a little harder on my quivering bottom.

‘That’s right, Cherry. A bad girl. And what do bad girls get?’

Good sex.

‘They get punished?’

‘Try adding a “sir” to that.’

‘They get punished, sir.’

‘Nice. And true. They do get punished. But first, since you’re dying to show off your naughty underwear, I want you to stand over by that chair and lift your skirt for me.’

He dropped my arm and nudged me back a couple of feet, so that I was in a good position for him to rake his eyes from my bob-cut hair to my strappy sandals. Standing with his arms folded and his brows gathered, he waited for me to follow the instruction.

I felt like laughing and shivering at the same time, but I did as I was told, turned up the hem of my skirt and lifted it coyly to my waist.

‘Oh yes, I see,’ he said. ‘Very nice. And do you call those knickers?’

I stared down at my shaking hands on the fabric. They weren’t exactly substantial, it was true. I was glad I hadn’t opted for the Spanx tonight after all – though, on second thoughts, they would at least have been appropriate.

The knickers I was wearing were tiny breaths of lacy air, patterned with glittery starbursts. I only knew they were there at all because they were soaking wet at the crotch. I wondered if the damp patch was visible. If not, it was certainly sniffable. I could smell myself all right.

‘Turn around,’ he said, and I was grateful to remove myself from the intense scrutiny and present my back view instead. The knickers weren’t thong-backed, but they stretched tightly across my rear, almost transparent, so that he would be able to follow each curve to its conclusion.

‘That’s a lovely bottom you have there,’ he commented, moving up behind me. ‘No, don’t let go of the skirt.’ He put a hand on my lacy cheeks and rubbed them slowly up and down. I let out a tiny moan, bending my spine infinitesimally forward to give him optimum access, hoping for a quick dip between my legs. ‘And one that needs a lot of attention, I think.’

He removed his hands and sat down in my armchair.

‘Now put your lovely bottom over my knee, Cherry, where it belongs.’

Christ, I was more turned on than I’d ever expected to be outside my horniest fantasies. For a dizzying moment, I thought this was worth any risk, even though my rational mind knew that only a brain-dead, sex-crazed zombie would entertain that thought.

I drooped over his lap, trying to work out how to get over it in the most dignified manner, though God knows what any remnants of dignity were doing in my fevered brain at that point. Unable to compute logistics, I kind of threw myself across the middle section of his thighs, kicking my legs in the air until he smacked them down so my toes brushed the carpet.

‘Now, think about where you are,’ he said softly, his hand renewing its hypnotic circular pattern across my exposed bum cheeks. ‘Take a moment for the full humiliating reality of your position to sink in. Where are you, Cherry?’

I clenched my thighs, his low, authoritative voice tickling the space between them like a sonic vibrator. I wished I’d had more to drink. It would have made the verbal aspect of this scenario so much easier.

‘I’m over your knee.’

‘That’s right. But you missed a bit, Cherry. An important little word.’ His palm hovered dangerously over my rear curves.

‘I’m over your damn knee?’ I hazarded, with an irrepressible snort. Oh dear. It seemed I was discovering a hitherto-unknown minxy side of myself.

The smack was swift and remorseless. I yelped, quivering beneath his hand.

‘I’m surprised at you, young lady,’ he told me. ‘I see I’m going to have to deal with you quite thoroughly. No, the missing word you are looking for is “sir”. Now, repeat the sentence for me, Cherry.’

I definitely recommend picking up Meeting Her Match if you enjoy reading about budding desires and interests into the kink filled world of BDSM. This one will keep you guessing what Cherry will encounter next as she figures out her own desires

- BDSM Book Reviews

When her jock boyfriend broke up with her, Cherry realized it was her opportunity for more.  Much more.  She soon finds the BDSM scene her thing, even if she doesn’t really know what her thing really is.  But, balancing her work life and personal life becomes a challenge, even in the age of Internet dating.  Can she have the best of both worlds and meet her perfect match?

Meeting Her Match is like Fifty Shades of Grey to the extreme!  Luckily, Cherry knows what she wants and isn’t completely naïve to the world.

I loved Cherry.  During the course of the story, her character growth is tremendous.  At first, she is an unsure woman embarking on a new lifestyle, but her adventures result in discovery of what she likes and dislikes.  Her character grow is unprecedented because she knows little to nothing at the beginning (albeit a successful, professional woman in her own right who simply hadn’t explored much in the bedroom) to a woman who knows what she wants and who she wants.

At heart, this plot is a character study following Cherry.  Other interesting characters pop up along the way, but these characters do not have as much depth potentially due to Cherry’s first person perspective.  Honestly, I craved a bit more out of these other characters, especially the person she eventually ends up with (it’s fairly obvious who he is).  Luckily, the pacing of the story is smooth where Cherry’s adventures are spaced logically, even if I wished more from Mr. Right.

Meeting Her Match is hot and adventurous where Cherry learns more about herself through self-expression in the bedroom.  I loved her story and her many dimensions, even though I wanted more of the other characters.  Meeting Her Match is definitely worth the price for fans of erotic romance!

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Justine Elyot

Justine Elyot is the author of the Black Lace title On Demand as well asThe Business of PLEasure and Meeting Her Match. HEr fiction is published by Black Lace, Xcite and Cleis Press.  She likes to explore the dark side of desire in her writing. She lives by the sea.

Customer Reviews:

Reviewed by: cls on 3rd February 2013 9:24AM

I absolutely love this book. Great read! It was so easily to fall in love with these characters. And once again I am left wanting more.

Reviewed by: Cheeky Wombat on 3rd August 2012 3:28PM

Wow! What a scorcher!!!
Absolutely loved this book, the first Justine Elyot I have read - I will definitely read more from her. Well written, fun, descriptive and sexy - what more could you want? I read this straight after reading 50 Shades, well this book runs rings around it. Loved the characters and their exploits. If you like to sit and relax and delve into the fantasy of BDSM then this book is for you.

Reviewed by: Scooby Doo on 28th October 2012 11:56AM

I like books about BDSM...., and I have read quite a few. This book had me interested from the very beginning. Cherry's curiosity, daring and darn right no holds barred view on learning her BDSM world left me gasping at times.

She goes where I would never permit myself. She does what I couldnt do. Sure, give a good spanking, but she goes further than that. I will say, some of the things she does, almosts makes me cringe, but its really all about learning your limits, and this book showed me where mine lie.

There are some typos, but I could get around it.

As for my ice cube review? I give it four ice cubes to cool down.

Thanks for a great read!!!

Reviewed by: Eleanor M Fisher on 25th September 2012 6:55PM

Very Steamy novel...enjoyed reading it and love the Author. Looking forward to reading the other books she has published. If you love hot and steamy reading, I recommend this book

Reviewed by: Jo on 15th August 2012 8:39AM

Ah, this book is so fun. I'm a little torn - I suspect a lot of the scenarios in the book verge on cliché - but clichés are born for a reason, and Justine Elyot knows exactly how to manipulate them for her readers' delighted pleasure.

Her heroine, Cherry, works so well as Everywoman, she's the author, she's the reader, she's an archetype. She's funny and brave and lusty and irreverant and anxious, and altogether very real - it's completely easy to identify with her - I've suspected Justine of writing books just for me in the past, despite her protests, so either we're kindred spirits, or she speaks to all her readers in such a way. No doubt it's the latter. For anyone teetering on the brink of embracing their desires, or perhaps just reading smut longingly, this story is total wish fulfillment.

The book is definitely a sexy read, but it's also human and gripping as well, and I would have read it to find out what happened even if the sex scenes hadn't been there. It's fun and hard to put down. There might be a few too many contenders for king of the heroine's heart, but then, the title does suggest a trial and error process, after all.

Great book!

Reviewed by: Celt's Woman on 15th August 2012 8:38AM

I have mentioned before that I normally read US erotic romances but Ms Eylot is such a good writer that I will certainly remain partially on this side of the Atlantic with her novels.

I have found erotic novels amusing before and even laughed out loud but Justine had me laughing so much at one part (I won't give it away but it occurs in a posh restaurant) that I had tears streaming down my face.

I was glad Cherry gave up on the "tradtional" BDSM route as it didn't suit her and it all seems so contrived and humourless to me. I can't understand it myself although I do like to read it if I am in the right mood.

The ending was perfect even though I had already worked out the mystery. I love a HEA. Thank you Justine for a brilliantly edited and extremely well put together story. I will be reading even more of your books

Reviewed by: Jillian on 10th September 2012 7:06AM

Fifty shades of Grey... HAHA… Why is everyone raving about that series, while there is much better written erotica available? Meeting her Match from Justine Elyot stands out on almost every point from Fifty Shades of Grey.

Besides the descriptive and hot erotic scenes, this book was actually enjoyable to read. Where most BDSM novels go to the extreme and truly rampage the main characters, this book is different. The main characters are people like you and me, who are having a normal life. What they want is some excitement beyond what they perceive as being boring sex.

This book is not just hard-core erotica, as there is a storyline that includes some romance. Cherry has also an interesting and humoristic personality, and combining that with BDSM, regular people, and romance makes this into a unique book. That by itself is extraordinary, as it seems the Kindle Erotica genre is currently flooded by crappy written novellas. This book is a great composition, and I could not find any grammar or spelling errors. It looks like the author has put a lot of effort into making this book be great quality. Even the cover is fantastic.

If you liked Fifty Shades of Grey, you will like this book better, I guarantee. There is no tedious repetition in Meeting Her Match, and all the writers tricks that are used in similar books were not needed, as the story sells itself. I read it in one sitting, and was pleasantly amazed by the twists and turns in the story.

Reviewed by: Mark Ramsden on 10th April 2012 7:19PM

\"It is a truth universally to be acknowledged that a single dom in possession of a whip must be in search of a sub\"
Classy opening, which Justine Elyot develops into a very well written book. First and foremost, it\'s extremely hot, funny when it needs to be, as in the all too accurate description of how dull vanilla life feels when you\'re on the verge of taking the plunge into the fetish scene. Cherry\'s a smart cookie, a teacher, no Bridget Jones ditziness, but lightly amusing all the same. He\'s a medical professional, tough but tender, never overbearing, massively experienced. As she\'s a kink virgin she needs exactly such a man, and not the sadistic creeps she might have met first time around.
Too much information alert! Fifteen pages into this excellent book I drew the curtains and got my dear wife to turn the racing off. We plighted our troth, after a lot of sub female CP play similar to this novel\'s opening. One of those \"Where did THAT come from?\" couplings. Well, it came courtesy of Justine Elyot and Xcite Press. I flew solo with this book on the second day and achieved another happy landing. Enough of my hobbies. Speaking of openings, and butt plugs, the play gets more extreme as she makes her journey through the sexual undergrowth.
While missing her first Dom she is bought from a slave auction to become part of a mansion full of trainee subs. More hardcore action here.
Anyone who knows scene etiquette will be satisfied with the realism, and as for the phwoar factor, the needle\'s right over in the red, flickering up to Spinal Tap\'s eleven. The first person narration throughout is a very smooth ride nailing the ups and downs of modern life and typical scene types. There\'s narrative tension in addition to the masses of high quality erotica. As kink rearranges lives there\'s the agony of disintegrating familes and will I lose my job? Has she gone too far with strangers at the slave Mansion. Will she meet her first Dom again?
Good covers are a given with Xcite, this one features a darkly romantic besuited guy, classy blonde with blindfold. An excellent package all round.

Reviewed by: Willow on 10th April 2012 3:32PM

Of course, I love Justine\'s writing period. She always makes me laugh and there\'s a touch of class to her erotica. I also really like her heroines and can relate to them. Justine writes about well-adjusted women, who just happen to want to explore their kinky side and strangely enough this is wildly refreshing concept in erotica. One of my bigger gripes with BDSM erotica is that usually the heroine is damaged in some way, and she has to have a Dom come and fix her. It\'s very tiresome. I get tired of the belief that the desire to indulge in BDSM sex makes you unbalanced in some way. I love that Justine usually writes her heroines just wanting to have some romance and fun.

I thought this book was really hot, and I must admit that hasn\'t happened to me very recently. I think I got sort of burned out reading too many smut books, so I was pleasantly surprised. I think Cherry is great. She\'s funny, thoughtful, and she has this secret desire to be disciplined (which is my desire too) and has a lot of kinky fantasies that go with it. I also adored her Dom (I won\'t give away who he is.) He\'s charming, funny and domineering, but in a subtle way. This is a fun book! But as always with all of Justine\'s stories, there\'s a touch of romance that always makes me smile.

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