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Category:
Romance
Publisher: Amazon
Type: Fiction
Pages: 53
Copyright: April 5, 2013
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
Alexandra Hawkins is an Erotica writer who gets involved with a Dom while researching her next novel.
Alexandra Hawkins is a best-selling erotica author -- writing under the pen name Marguerite McKnight -- tasked by her publishing company to write a hot, BDSM erotic novel.
An unknown to the world of BDSM, Alexandra goes in search of her muse: a handsome, powerful and dominant man willing to share the secrets of his sexual world with her. Who she finds is an alluringly intelligent lifestyle Dom who comes to her in the form of anonymous emails as the mysterious Dr. Dominance.
Will Alexandra be immune to the dominant doctor's power? Or will she succumb to his allure, submitting herself to a man in a way she never has before?
Approximate length: 18,250 words (a novella)
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
I watched as the cold, hard steel of the handcuffs covered my wrists. Hearing the click as they locked in place, I shuddered, my body quivering.
“Will you fall to your knees for me now, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
This is it. This is the moment he’d led me to since his first email had arrived in my inbox. My body will be his to ravish, my mind his to seduce. I will be his toy. I will become his private pleasure possession. I am the ravishing, sexual doll of which he now has ownership; to play with any time of the day or night, whenever, wherever and with whatever instrument he commands. My mind reeled with the deliriously pleasurable thought of offering my body whenever his magnificent cock engorged and demanded a sweet relief only I could give him.
Centering myself, I lowered, slowly, to my knees, the plush of his soft, white carpet cushioning my landing. Leaning my head back, my eyelids fluttered as I looked up and into his piercing blue-grey eyes. He stood above me, dominant and powerful, more beautiful than any man I’d ever seen or written about within the pages of my novels. He was my hero come to life. He was real. He was flesh and bone. He was here. I was his.
“This will be the only time I ask for your submission, Alexandra. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice nearly catching in my throat, the sound of my rapidly beating heart near deafening.
He touched the top of my head with his hand, running his fingers through my hair momentarily before trailing his finger down my cheek and curling just underneath my chin, locking his intense gaze with mine. His face, stoic and stern as always, said nothing, but his eyes, fiery with desire, said it all.
“Your body will no longer be your own, but instead it will be mine. It will belong to me. Are you sure this is what you want, Alexandra?”
My body shivered uncontrollably, my heart swelling with an inexplicable emotion. “Yes, I’m sure,” I whispered with excitement, half weeping from the intensity of my commitment.
Reaching into the pocket of his Armani slacks, he pulled forth a black, leather collar with a sparkling, silver, engraved pendant attached. He looped the pendant through the ring, removing it from the collar, and held it between his fingers before closing his hand and clasping it safely within his palm.
Lifting the collar coolly, he spoke, ”You will accept my collar as consideration.
Consideration for this, for us.” He hesitated dramatically as he pointed his finger first toward me and then back at himself several times. Clearing his throat, as if overcome with his own words, an emotion I thought I’d never see exhibited through his cool, almost icy exterior, he continued, “You will wear this collar -- this symbol of our dedication to a growing bond -- in my presence at all times. You will never remove or be seen without it in my presence. To do so shall incur punishment in an effort to correct the ways in which you defy my command.”
Lowering his arms, he stretched the collar, pulling my long hair aside and circling around my neck. I could swear he felt the rapid beats of my pulse as his hand grazed against my skin. Hearing the clasp click shut, I closed my eyes momentarily in acknowledgement of the bond that had just been contracted.
Rising again, he opened his palm, showing me the pendant. It sparkled against the light streaming through the large bay windows of his living room. Inscribed were two letters: TS.
“This…” he said, pausing and lowering gently to one knee to kneel face-to-face with me. My heart fluttered with the humble nature of this action. “… will determine when it is time to rightfully collar you, when your training will begin.” He tossed the pendant gently up and down in his hand, lowering his gaze to glance upon the sparkling jewelry, and back up toward my pleading eyes. “With this pendant, I will become not only your lover, but your master, your teacher. I will teach you all things pleasing to me: How to address me appropriately; how to kneel properly; how I desire you to crawl to my feet. When we are together in private, you will forfeit your clothing privileges to me so that I can bathe my eyes in the loveliness of your body. Your mouth will be taught how to service me as I desire. Your body will be taught to serve me and give me ultimate pleasure as I command. You will be naked, exposed, vulnerable and ready for me to take as I see fit. Your body shall open and allow me to dine upon the fruits of your sex whenever I so choose. ”
Closing his palm again, the pendant disappeared from my view. The next time I would see it, he would be attaching it to the leather around my neck, owning me, claiming me, beginning the seductive ritual of making me his forever.
He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee, kissed my cheek softly and rose to his feet.
“Are you ready to begin, pet?”
Swallowing the large lump in my throat, my voice caught, only a small whisper of my voice escaping. Closing my eyes and regaining my composure I thought back to the first moment I saw his handsome face gazing at me from the corner of a small coffee shop on Valencia Street. Never, in a million years, would I have thought I would surrender myself to any man the way I was about to surrender myself to him.
Giving him my body, my soul and my future, I spoke. “Yes, Tobias. I’m ready.”
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