BLURB:
The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa
Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he
didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business. The second time, his protective, dominate
instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional
counseling for her needs.
Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a
man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term
relationship like her friends recently committed to. When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates
to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her
aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings
uninvolved.
Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery
of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship. Between escalating problems with an ex at
work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt. But it doesn’t take her long to realize how
much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of
humiliation to earn his forgiveness.
EXCERPT:
He sat down but
she resisted the tug on her hand with an uneasy glance toward the closed
door. “But, here? What about your receptionist?” Oh, God, she’d never be able to show her face
to the older woman again if she heard what he planned to do.
“Barbara has left
for lunch. We’re alone in the
suite. But make no mistake, Alessa. There will be times I’ll tell you to do
something with others present and giving up control means you either comply or
walk away. Now,” he yanked harder on her
hand and sent her sprawling across his lap, “quit stalling. Unless you have a different preference, red
will be your ‘stop’ safe word, and if you say it, our agreement ends. Period.”
She didn’t have
time to assimilate that remark, or the cold chill she experienced when she
thought of walking away from him. Being
placed over his hard thighs like a recalcitrant child was hard enough to take
in, but then he lifted her skirt and her automatic response was to throw her
hands behind her, a futile attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity. “Wait!” she cried in panic over him baring her
big butt.
“No.” Sean pushed her hands down. “Grab my leg if you have to, but don’t bring
your hands back here again or I’ll swat them as well.”
Why that sounded
worse than having her bottom smacked, she didn’t know, but didn’t hesitate to
grip his muscled calf and brace herself for this humiliation. Her plain white bikini panties came down next
and the cool air wafting over her exposed flesh drew a shiver down her bowed
spine. With her bare buttocks the only
part of her anatomy on display, Alessa had never felt so vulnerable, but the
slow caress of his hand over her quivering cheeks soothed her anxiety. His casual, soft exploration worked to loosen
her tense muscles even though she still held her breath, waiting for that first
slap.
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