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A story about sex and the lies people tell themselves...like they're not falling too fast and they can get out before they get hurt. Love...not gonna happen.
For Mia
This was just supposed to be a grad school project on BDSM. A begin point, collecting some data, a thesis. Nothing complicated. A means to an end. Out of a small town. Away small from minds. This wasn't supposed to be doorway into decadence. Not really. Certainly not into the bedroom of powerful Dom who had the keys to uncovering her erotic desire to submit to his will.
For Brandon
This was supposed to be temporary. A way to get his partner off his back and a woman gone from plaguing his mind, memory, and dreams. A hurdle. Then on to the next. Away from her fiery eyes and sassy mouth. But when they cross boundaries and end up in bed, their connection is raw, chemical, and real. Each time they make love, it feels so achingly right and the problem becomes convincing her to stay when she plans to leave.
On her way home after a tough afternoon therapy session where two young women disclose they are victims of severe and traumatic abuse, Mia ends up missing. Brandon risks everything...his secret life, his business, his reputation to find her, before it's too late.
WARNING: HOT ENOUGH TO PEEL PAINT!
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Brandon lifted his head. “So, are you
coming back?”
Swallowing, Mia grappled to gather the
remnants of levelheaded thinking and realized nope…all gone.
Brandon had her to the point of throbbing, and he’d soon see she
was a house of cards unless she made him think she was on the fence.
Not some easy to arouse college student. She leveled her shoulders,
trying to come across less than disheveled. Meeting his gaze, she was
sure her bones had dissolved. Okay, she’d just have to pretend,
until her sense of decorum returned. Fake it ‘til you make it,
right?
“I—” She held his sapphire gaze,
and the idea of pretending to be unaffected evaporated; even with his
cocked brow and arrogant grin, she wasn’t going to lie just because
he’d proven his point. Last night they’d both admitted with their
bodies to wanting one another. Useless to lie to him now when he
offered her truth. It was simply a natural, healthy response between
two adults. Nothing to be ashamed of…if she kept from leaping off
the edge. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Yes. I’ll be back. I’d like to observe something different
tonight. Is that possible?”
“I’ll arrange it.” He inhaled.
“You’ll need a collar and a cloak, and possibly a mask to shield
your identity. You’ll follow my directions when you visit here.
Understood?”
“What—” she stopped talking when
his warm finger pressed her lips silent.
“Repeat after me: Yes, Sir.”
She felt her eyes widen as his hand
slid down her face, tracing lightly over her neck and came to rest on
her shoulder. “Well?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Not too difficult,” he exhaled and
removed his hand. He glanced down her body sharply. “First, I don’t
want you strolling around in any outfit that is too revealing. If you
do, I’ll bring you back here and begin your lesson in following
directions, and that’s the part that won’t be fake. You step out
of line, and I’m going to teach you how to behave. I might not be
fucking you for real, but I will be spanking that beautiful ass of
yours if that’s what you need.”
“I don’t know—”
“We can start that lesson. Right
now,” he interrupted her.
She spit out a hasty, “Yes, Sir.”
His nostrils flared. “Mia, since it’s
no mystery that this lifestyle is totally new to you and I’m
willing to help you. The only question is, are you in or out? Don’t
answer just yet. Think about it for a minute.” He crossed the room
and opened the door to an interior room.
She clung to the bar, her heart
pounding a million beats a minute in her chest. She heard noises from
inside wherever he’d gone—a door or drawer banged shut. Then
another. The longer it took him inside, the faster her pulse sped up.
She didn’t need a minute or an hour or a day. She was in, all the
way. Her only question was how to climb out once this project was
over. He reappeared at the threshold, his powerful body framed by the
doorway, as he regarded her with a sizzling stare that swallowed her
whole.
“I’m in,” she whispered.
All she had to do
was make sure he never had cause to discipline her and she’d be
fine. Twelve weeks. How hard could that be?
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