by Natalie Dae
Part of her wondered how long he’d allow her the upper hand. She stood her ground, refusing to be intimidated, when what she really longed to do was fall into his arms.
“Tell me your pussy isn’t wet.”
“It is. And so what? I’m a big girl. I went to the adult toy store and bought a fabulous new vibrator.”
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
“Again, moot point.” He’d moved in a bit closer, and she tipped back her head to meet his gaze steadily. “I do want you. I just refuse to give in to my baser urges.”
“Baser urges?”
“Well, maybe I will give in, just not with you.”
His brows drew together and his nostrils flared. She didn’t know him well, but she’d never seen him look like that, full of anger and thunder, not even when he’d spanked her. In fact, he’d seemed emotionally controlled when he’d punished her.
When he took another step towards her, an instinct for self-preservation made her retreat. She wasn’t afraid of him. His anger was too restrained for that. But she’d goaded him, and she’d done it intentionally. “You don’t want me? Fine. I’ve been chatting with three Doms who would like to meet me. In fact, I’m meeting one tomorrow.”
“No, you are not.”
She held up her hands, not in surrender, but to keep him away. “Fuck you,” she said.
“I beg your pardon?”
Damn. Every nerve ending was on fire. She wanted him. She wanted not to want him. “I said, fuck you, Phillip Dettmer. You’re used to having whatever you want, whenever you want, and I’m telling you no. I will not be a play toy like the rest of your harem.”
“Harem?”
“Do I stutter?” she asked, getting seriously pissed off. “Go scene with your subs at the club, date people with money, but leave me alone. I want a man I can count on.” Despite herself, she took another step back. With him standing so close, she couldn’t breathe, could barely keep her thoughts straight, and, she was withering under his heated glare. “I know with your money you think you are Mr Oh-so-powerful, that your prestige can buy anything, but it can’t buy what you want here. I don’t share,” she told him. “And you don’t get to show up and tell me I can’t date and suck off other men, while you go out and see some, some…” She ran out of energy and space to retreat. The wall behind her brought her up short.
He grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists to the wall above her head. He held her effortlessly with only one of his big hands. “I asked for five minutes and you granted it. Now you have two choices. Shut the fuck up for the next five minutes, or I’ll gag you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
She knew she could use her safe word, but damn, she wanted him so badly she ached. She could survive five minutes. Couldn’t she?
“First of all, I didn’t ask you to share.”
“You went to the club.”
“And had a limp dick.”
She blinked. She’d seen his trousers just a moment ago.
“If you’d have been quiet for thirty seconds, you would have already heard that part.”
“You don’t have a limp dick now.”
“You noticed.”
“It’s damn near shoved up against me.”
“You were warned.” He clamped a hand over her mouth.
She struggled to get away, but her efforts were futile. He ensnared her, physically and emotionally.
“I haven’t thought about anyone but you since Monday night. Letting you go at all was a mistake, one I don’t intend to repeat. I don’t draw wobbly lines. My boundaries are non-negotiable. You don’t share? Well, neither the fuck do I.”
She raised her brows.
“I thought I could introduce you to BDSM and let you walk away. I was wrong. You are unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love your honesty, your sassiness, your desire to please.”
He released his grip on her mouth.
When he nodded his permission to speak, she said, “We’re from two different worlds. I’ll never fit in yours and you will certainly never fit in mine.” She tipped her chin back, feeling a bit defiant. Her heart raced. She so desperately wanted something she shouldn’t. “I grew up poor. My mother never married my father. She worked her ass off so I could succeed. I pay the rent on her apartment, and I wish I could do more.”
“You don’t know my beginnings. There was no silver spoon in my childhood. I got lucky with a few innovations and investments.” He shrugged. “I am no different today than when I went to school on a scholarship. And frankly, I like that you’re nothing like the other women in my life. You were attracted to me before you knew who I was, not because of who I am. I’m going to ask you something I’ve never asked another woman.”
She remained quiet.
His voice was raw, thick with emotion. “Please, Myka, wear my collar.”
Her heart stopped completely.
“That’s all it took to shut you up?” he asked with humour.
The vulnerability in his tone had undone her. “I—I…” He’d never wanted to collar another woman? And some of the world’s most beautiful women had approached him.
“Talk to me,” he said with a hint of desperation.
“Wearing a collar… I don’t really know what that means.”
“It means different things to different couples. But to me it means we’ll be exclusive unless both of us agree we want to include someone else. And that may never happen, and I’m fine with that. It means you’ll live in my house with me. You can keep your place if you want or you can rent it out or sell it. You can make that decision whenever you want. It means you’ll be my submissive. We can negotiate the rules. But essentially, if you want to keep working, you can. Or you can work for me. I could use your financial aptitude. Frankly, managing my personal life in addition to my businesses can be challenging. Are you still listening?”
“Keep going.”
“I have a staff, and you can continue to utilise them. I don’t need someone to do the laundry or cook the meals. I need a lover who is as committed to my pleasure as I am to hers. You will wear a collar always as a reminder of our obligation to one another. When we’re alone, I expect you to be my cock slut.” He paused. “You can take as long as you want to make your decision. As long as the answer is yes.”
When he’d shown up at her door, she’d never expected this. “Do you always get your way?”
“Generally. I try to make things mutually beneficial. I’m not into making anyone a loser. I want you, Myka. I want to learn about you, to protect and care for you. To spend our time loving each other. Say you will.”
“I…” When she tugged on her arms, he released her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes,” she said simply.
He kissed her. Not in a dominant way, but in the way a man courted a woman. He knew how to approach her, how to coax the responses he wanted.
“On your knees, sub. When we’re together, you’ll address me as Master Phillip. And always as Sir.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulled the collar out of his front pocket.
“You brought it with you?”
“I was hoping you’d say yes.”
This man, so big, strong, dominant, seemed so humble. She knelt and lifted her hair.
He secured the collar in place.
Her breath rushed out of her lungs.
He tipped back her chin. “To a lifetime of exploring you.”
“And of learning how to please you, Sir.”
He helped her to stand. “I want you naked, sub. I’m going to fuck you hard so that you know whom you belong to.”
“Could I shower first, Sir?”
He shook his head. “Naked, now.”
“The bedroom? The living room?”
“Was there anything unclear about my order?”
She understood. Anytime. Anywhere.
Her hands trembled as she stripped for him. Yoga pants and a T-shirt weren
’t sexy, but he made her feel as if she were wearing lingerie.
As he undressed, he said, “Face the wall. Hands above your head.”
He toyed with her clit, with her pussy, making her wet. And then he slapped her ass several times, starting soft and ending on a brutally hard note that made her cry out for more.
“Please, Sir. I’m ready to come.” And she had been the moment he’d collared her.
He took her from behind, slamming her into the wall. If there was a feeling more delirious than having her Dom this needy, she didn’t know what it was.
“Whom do you belong to, Myka?”
“You, Sir.”
“Whose orgasm is this?”
“Yours, Sir.”
“Whose cunt?”
She screamed as he slammed into her. “Yours, Sir!”
“Whom do I share you with?”
“No one, Sir.”
“Come, sub.”
Crying out, she did. Moments later, so did he.
They were both sweating and satiated when he turned her to face him. “You please me greatly, Myka. And now you can crawl into the bedroom.”
“Sir?”
“I’m going to make love to you, Myka, and celebrate the first night of our future.”
The juxtaposition of being cared for and being a sub was a heady combination. And she knew she’d never tire of it. “Did you bring a leash, Sir?”
“Mouthy sub. I’m going to love teaching you your place.”
She lowered herself to the floor and looked up at him. “As long as my place is with you, Sir.”
About the Author
Born in Northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens book that are as untamed as the Rockies she calls home.
She’s an award-winning, multi-published writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn’t stopped since.
Sierra invites you to share the complex journey of love and desire, of surrender and commitment. Her own journey has taught her that trusting takes guts and courage, and her work is a celebration for everyone who is willing to take that risk.
Email: [email protected]
Sierra loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
Also by Sierra Cartwright
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Her Two Doms
Clandestine Classics: Jane Eyre
Naughty Nibbles: Fed Up
Naughty Nibbles: This Time
Bound Brits: S&M 101
Night of the Senses: Voyeur
Subspace: Three-Way Tie
Halloween Heart Throbs: Walk on the Wild Side
Homecoming: Unbound Surrender
MADE FOR HIM
Desiree Holt
Dedication
To everyone in The Life who helps me so much to reach reality in my stories.
Chapter One
I’m not making a mistake. This is the chance of a lifetime. Everything will be fine.
Teri Choate locked her fingers together in her lap, watching through the helicopter window as the Friday afternoon sun lit the waters of the Atlantic Ocean below her. A representative of Micah Sheridan’s had arrived at her condo in San Antonio at noon to take her to the private airstrip where the Sheridan Worldwide helo awaited her. Now, as they got closer and closer to his private island off the coast of Maine, as the weekend loomed before her, she forced back the case of nerves that kept trying to take over her body. This weekend was a test, for both her and Micah Sheridan. He wanted to push her, to see if she could fully match his needs as a Dom. What would he ask her to do that would show him she trusted him completely?
She wanted desperately to unlock his heart, because she’d had the misfortune to fall in love with the man and that was a disaster in the making. Could she submit to him as completely as he demanded, no matter what level he took her to? And could he finally unlock the shackles he kept around his emotions to make their relationship emotional as well as physical? Commit to something long term?
She had struggled for so long with the clash between her submissive nature and her strong personality. It had been a big step for her, even before she’d met Micah, to blend those two parts of her. Two sides of the same coin. The result had been some less than satisfactory relationships, leaving her to constrain her sexual activities to impersonal sessions at The Castle, the private bondage club she belonged to. It never ceased to amaze her that while she ran an executive employment agency that served clients everywhere, making decisions that involved power and money, once she took off her clothes she turned into someone else. She was sure that was the reason she’d never been able to build a lasting relationship.
Until Micah Sheridan. The man she knew could take control without controlling her.
At thirty-eight he had amassed a global fortune and was both respected and feared in business communities all over the world. The world saw him as a man in elegantly tailored clothing with a sharp business mind and a ruthless attitude, yet still playing with all the toys a man of his wealth accumulated.
She’d done her homework on him. She was aware that this home she was on her way to was only one of many. He had a villa in Cannes, one in Acapulco, a condo in Hong Kong and a chalet in Switzerland. He raced cars for fun, skied both the Alps and the Andes, kept fully outfitted yachts at each of his villas, and never carried a suitcase because every one of his homes was outfitted with his needs.
But Teri knew he was also a man of wild, untamed sexual passion whose skills as a Dom were beyond anything she’d ever dreamed. He’d never been seen with the same woman twice. They were sleek and elegant and came from every country where he had offices or did business. Those who lived the BDSM lifestyle easily spotted the submissive nature of the women and secretly whispered about what went on behind Micah’s bedroom door.
He had never shared personal information, with her or anyone else. To the world at large he was an enigma, but Teri sensed a man who hid a troubled past behind the veneer of a self-made billionaire who had the world at his fingertips. Falling for him was a huge mistake but she had known after they’d been together only three times that he was the one for her. The Dom to give her life to. She just had to convince him.
He had spent more time with her than any other woman in the past several months. In the beginning it was all business, but like called to like, and they had sensed the true nature of each other. The first weekend they’d spent at his condo in town had been like dipping a toe in water to test the temperature. Would she jump away or fully immerse herself? What did they like and what did they want? Aware of his reputation, she’d expected each time to be her last. But now months had gone by, and, although there were weeks they didn’t see each other, she also knew he wasn’t with any other women. And that in and of itself filled her with hope.
When he had invited her to his island, it was understood that he would take her to new levels of play. That this would be a test to see if she matched his desires completely yet understood the mechanics of power exchange. He’d promised nothing in return, but the hint of something had been there in his tone and his expression.
Teri shivered with anticipation at the thought of what might be awaiting her. What would he ask first? How would he treat her? How would she respond?
Their entire relationship had turned her world upside down, coming out of nowhere. Dinners that were like the beginning steps of a sexual dance had turned into nights of increasingly intense BDSM play. She had sensed after a few meetings that Micah had his own demons he was fighting but he, of course, never mentioned them, and she never dared to question him. Nobody questioned Micah Sheridan about anything.
Now Micah had sent one of his helicopters to bring her to his private island. The place where he hid from the world. The place barely whispered about internationally. The place where no woman ever visited more than once. Would she end up on that list or would th
is weekend turn into what he’d hinted at and what she hoped for?
She hoped this weekend they could finally bring everything out into the open. That she could convince him she was made for him. If so, they would have something to build on…or they’d be finished.
Just thinking of the last time she’d been with him made the pulse in her cunt throb and her nipples harden painfully. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the slickness of her juices already dampening her skin, and hoped the scent of her musk didn’t reach the pilot.
She looked down through the window of the helicopter at the magnificent raw beauty of this part of Maine. Whitecaps riffled across the wind-whipped surface of the Atlantic Ocean, and birds wheeled and flew gracefully over the water then back into the thick stands of pine trees. As they came in over the tops of those tall pines she could see the magnificent house of glass and stone rising from the bluff. Beds of wildflowers in riotous colour had been planted around the house, and two ancillary buildings stood off to the side. In front of them was the paved circle of a helipad.
“We’re getting ready to land, Miss Choate.” The pilot’s voice came through loud and clear in her headphones.
“Thank you.”
As they circled a door opened at the side of the house and Micah stepped out into the clearing. His lean form was clad in jeans that she was sure cost as much as the helicopter and a dark green sweater that probably matched the colour of his eyes. The wind disturbed his thick shock of dark brown hair, giving him a raw, sexy look. He definitely matched his setting.
She shivered again as she remembered the things his hands could do to her, punishing and soothing at the same time. The intensity of the bondage play and the attentive aftercare. Already hunger was building inside her.
The pilot set the helo down precisely in the centre of the pad, and Micah came forward to open the cabin door and help her out.
