Two people who want a relationship built on trust yet neither
believe in it…until he shows her how to accept his domination and she learns
the true meaning of submission.
Beau Williams, the perfect sniper,
has achieved success by closing himself down emotionally. He desperately wants
to find a permanent sub who enjoys spanking and caning as much as he enjoys
administering them, but he doesn’t know if he can open himself up to another
person ever again.
Megan Welles is still struggling with her need to be a
submissive. She wants a man who will give her that without destroying the
strength she needs for her job as sports reporter. And she’s tired of hooking
up in bondage clubs but never connecting emotionally with anyone.
When she
meets Beau and takes him home for the night, something clicks between them, but
how will they deal with the struggle to open up their emotions to each other?
Excerpt: All rights reserved, Copyright Desiree Holt, 2013.
Megan
was standing exactly the way he’d left her, a properly obedient sub. He sucked
each hardened nipple until each was thoroughly wet, then he opened his hand to
show her what lay in his palm. The nipple clamps he’d chosen were connected by
a weighted chain. Each nipple would slip into a metal frame and a screw at the
side tightened it to the degree desired by the Dom. Beau tugged a nipple
through one of the clamps and turned the screw until he saw both pain and
pleasure suffuse Megan’s face. He gave the screw a final turn, pleased to note
the tensing of her entire body.
“In a
minute these will be a nice shade of red,” he said in an almost offhand manner.
“Then I can paddle that ass so you match front and back.”
He saw
her swallow, hard, but there was only eager expectation in her gaze.
He
fastened the other clamp in place then tugged on the chain, pulling her closer
to him.
“If
you were mine,” he told her in a thick voice, “I’d make you wear these all the
time. I’d sit next to you in a restaurant with your blouse unbuttoned so I
could reach in and tug on this any time I wanted to.”
Megan
wet her lips. “People would see us.”
“Not
if I hid you with my body.” His cock flexed at the image in his mind. “That’s
part of the turn-on. Knowing what we’re doing, in front of everyone, but they
can’t see it.”
“You
said if I were yours—” She stopped. “Permission to ask a question, Sir?”
He
nodded.
“Did
you have something in mind beyond tonight, in this room?”
His
gaze locked with hers. “And if I said yes, how would you feel?”
“I—I—”
“You
have permission to speak,” he reminded her.
He
forced himself to relax as he waited for her answer. Was he going too fast
here? But ,Jesus! She’d been all he’d thought about since their sessions at The
Edge, and he didn’t exactly have a lot of free time to dick around. His
feelings for her shocked him and he needed to know if she felt the same way.
“Well?”
he prompted.
“I—would
like that, Sir.”
He was
stunned at the uncertainty in her eyes. What could possibly cause this
obviously strong woman to doubt herself? He steeled himself not to react.
Whatever it was, he’d find out in a different environment. One where he wasn’t
distracted by the intensity of his sexual need for her. But his voice was soft
when he spoke to her again.
“Maybe
we can arrange just that.”
He was
rewarded by a tiny smile, absent of any impudence or sassiness. He wanted to
take that as a sign she was as much affected by their time together as he was.
But tonight they had other business to attend to.
“Skirt
off,” he ordered.
The
slide of the zipper was like a harsh whisper in the room. When the bit of
leather fell to the floor and she was nude except for her shoes, he nearly
swallowed his tongue. The reality was even better than the memory. His eyes
focused on the plump lips of her pussy, outlined with neat rows of curls that
reminded him she was a real blonde. Not that he’d been able to forget.
He
could already smell the scent of her musk, so arousing that his cock throbbed.
Megan
had resumed the submissive pose, eyes looking downward, hands clasped behind
her back, feet apart. Beau ran a finger through her gleaming slit, tugging on
the chain connecting the nipple clamps with his other hand. When he lightly
scraped a fingernail over her clit, a shiver skated over her and she widened
her legs even more, invitingly.
He
pinched her clit before stepping back.
“Tonight
I’m going to decorate that tasty piece of flesh with jewelry, too, but first I
think a little punishment is in order, don’t you? For not being here the last
two times I came hunting for you.”
She
nodded, gaze still lowered.
“Excellent.”
He pointed to his left. “Keep the shoes on and arrange yourself over that
padded bench.”
He
watched as she followed his directions, the heels giving her just the right
height to fold herself over the padded leather so she had balance and her ass
was beautifully displayed for him. From another drawer, he withdrew a short but
thick leather strap, similar to the longer ones old-time barbers used to use.
And maybe in some places still did.
Studying
the sweet curve of her buttocks, he ran his hand over the upturned cheeks,
loving that satiny feel of her skin beneath his touch. He couldn’t wait to see
it blazing hot from the application of the strap.
Be
sure to check out Book One in the Attack Force series: Unconditional Surrender
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