Seven Days of Her · Book One
The Gift
by Aven Doren
After fifteen years of marriage, Jane knows her husband.
She knows what he needs. She just never thought she’d be brave enough to offer it.
For Max’s fortieth birthday, she doesn’t wrap anything. She simply asks: What if, for one week, I was completely yours?
What unfolds over seven days isn’t the fantasy either imagined. It’s harder. More tender. It asks questions about trust, control, and what it means to truly be seen by someone who’s watched you for fifteen years.
A novelette about the spaces between what we want and what we’re willing to ask for—and what happens when someone finally says yes.
Details
- Genre
- Literary erotica
- Heat level
- Explicit sexual scenes · 18+
- Point of view
- Third person (Jane and Max)
- Ending
- Hopeful; their story continues
- Themes
- Established marriage, consensual power exchange, role-play
- Read time
- ~30 minutes
- Words
- ~7,300
- Publisher
- Independent
- Format
- eBook
- ISBN
- 979-10-982607-0-4
Content notes
- Explicit sexual scenes between consenting adults.
- Dominance and submission, restraint, blindfolding and role-play.
- Safe words and negotiated boundaries.
- A voyeuristic scenario involving a consenting third party in a strip-club setting.
From the book
The opening
They had a ritual. His birthdays at Casa Carmelo. The head chef there they’d known since college—older now, but still with fire in the pan.
This year, his birthday fell on a Sunday. As good a day as any.
They’d planned to arrive separately—a rendezvous with a hint of the illicit, even after all these years. He would be on time; he was built that way. She chose to be late. Ten minutes. No more.
When she walked into the room, conversations dipped. Heads turned. She felt the eyes, but she didn’t see them. Hers were on him.
As she approached their table, he stood, straight-backed, his smile true.
“You are late, but beautiful, madame!”
“Merci, monsieur.”
Fifteen years already. Fifteen years of life, marriage, work, kids, and all the little monsters that creep into houses and beds. But it was still a cherished privilege to have each other. Not a fairy tale, but a story they owned.
The champagne was cold, the food cleverly complicated.
Her voice was light at first as she spoke about her day, the kids, a friend who had called. But as the meal progressed, a hint of nervousness crept in. He sensed it but let it slide.
After her last bite of chocolate fondant, she leaned in.
“Happy birthday, Mister President,” she whispered, dropping her voice into a breathy purr.
He smiled, instantly getting the reference.
“I have a different kind of gift for you this year, darling. You may have noticed that I came empty-handed. No fancy tie for you this time.”
She let out a nervous laugh, dry and quick. He took her hand in his.
She continued, “Over the years, you’ve talked to me about your fantasies. You know… The secret ones.”
He inched closer, sensing the tension.
“It’s not a small thing. It’s quite wicked, actually. But it is your fortieth birthday, after all. And I trust you. So here it goes.”
Her eyes sharpened. She was ready. She lowered her voice and said:
“I’ll be your gift this year. I’m giving you seven days of total surrender. For one week, I’m yours—completely—to do with exactly as you please.”
Intoxicated by her daring, she waited for her words to land. But they just seemed to hang there between them. He didn’t move. She could have sworn he’d pulled away.
She squeezed his hand hard and insisted:
“Don’t you get it, silly? I’m offering to be your obedient plaything! For an entire week!”
He hesitated, saying nothing for a long moment. Finally, he looked down at her hand, small in his. He swallowed and said:
“You … Are you serious?”
Read The Gift to find out.
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