Enslaving Dana (Mission Pleasure Book 3)

by Scarlett Sanderson

  She rummaged in her purse, pulled out her tablet and opened up Kinky Singles.

  She was obsessed, but maybe the contact with someone online would stop her from having vivid fantasies about her new colleague. This was the first chance she’d had to reply to ‘DominantKnight’. Maybe it would be the start of something good.

  She logged into her account. She’d chosen her username, submissivecupcake, as a reflection of herself. She was a submissive and she loved cupcakes.

  A notification flashed up. “You have 1 new message.”

  Dana opened up the message from ‘Sir Ambrosia’.

  Ambrosia was her safeword. Her heart fluttered as she began to read.

  “Hello, submissivecupcake.

  I’m intrigued by you. I have been since the night we met at Decadence. I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t get the way your pretty ass turned pink for me as I spanked you with my hand. I think you enjoyed skin-to-skin contact. It’s personal…intimate…

  I can see your pussy creaming for me as I rubbed your clit.

  You’re so beautiful when you come. Wild. Abandoned. I wanted to taste you on my tongue.

  Even now I can smell the heady scent of your cunt. I think about it every time I touch my cock.

  Do you think about me? When you’re sliding your trusty vibrator into your wet slit do you fantasize about me? About what we did that night?

  I haven’t seen you around Decadence since. I thought it was just one amazing night between us. And today there you were. Looking like sin in that sexy orange skirt. I wanted to slide my hands under the material and see if you were wet.

  Did seeing me make you wet, Dana? It made me harder than stone. And then I saw you had a Kinky Single account.

  You’re still looking for a Dom.

  My cock knows what it wants. I know what I want.

  I want you.

  I know we agreed to keep this professional, and we still can. During the day, we are colleagues. Employer and employee. I defer to you on matters of business. But at night, you’re mine. I call the shots. I’ll teach you, show you all the things you want to learn as a submissive.

  I guess you could say I’m offering you a deal.

  You can be Dana Adams, business woman. By night, you’ll be Dana Adams, submissive.

  I’ll be your Dom.

  What do you say, Dana? Are you ready to take the next step?

  Yours,

  Sir A.”

  Her pulse hammered as she re-read the message. She tried reading between the lines. There didn’t seem to be any undertones. Bastien simply found out about her Kinky Singles account and now he offered her everything she wanted on a golden platter.

  She didn’t know what to feel. Pissed at his audacity. Annoyed he’d had the gall to send her such a blunt message after she’d told him their relationship was professional. But underneath all that she was abso-freaking-lutely turned on.

  His blunt tone resonated. She admired it. Admired that he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to let her know. Some women might find it freaky. Too explicit. Not her. His word sent shivers down her spine.

  He was the only man she’d reacted to on a base level. Each time he was in the room, her body became pliant and willing. She’d never had such a visceral reaction.

  How could she turn down his deal? She already knew Bastien. Trusted him. Sure, they would be working together but, as he said, they could separate their personal life from work. They were both consenting adults. How hard could it be? At least with Bastien, she knew him. Trusted him. He wasn’t just some faceless profile on a message board.

  Although he body screamed at her to accept, her mind whirred.

  Tea. That’s what she need. A calming cup of chamomile tea and a hot bath.

  She padded into the kitchen, got out a mug and a teabag.

  She put some water on to boil then headed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and added some lavender oil to the water. Hopefully a soak would soothe her messy thoughts.

  As she stripped, questions raced through her mind. What if they got tangled up? What if things went south? Would it affect her business? Her new business. Her only income.

  She re-lived the excitement of being with Bastien. He was an experienced Dom. From the careful way he’d treated her, she knew he would nurture her submission. Never demand anything she wasn’t willing to give. Could she pass that up?

  Dana stripped out of her skirt and top before putting them in the laundry hamper. She stepped into the tub and sank down. The warm water soothed the tension from her muscles, cleared some of the fog from her brain. She leaned back and drifted.

  And today there you were. Looking like sin in that sexy orange skirt. I wanted to slide my hands under the material and see if you were wet.

  She could hear him growling those words into her ear. Her pussy tingled, ached as she imagined him sliding his big, strong hands up her thighs to stroke her throbbing clit.

  The kettle whistle dragged her out of the erotic fantasy. Since that night, every time she thought about Bastien she was wet, dripping and aching for his touch. She’d become a total Bastien slut.

  Sighing, she wrapped herself in a fluffy robe and went back into the kitchen. She removed the kettle and made the tea. As the color turned yellow-green, she let it steep further.

  And made her decision. Since leaving her steady job and dumping Daniel, she’d been making decisions on instinct. She hadn’t been wrong so far.

  She fished out the teabag, threw it in the trash and took her mug over to the sofa. As she plopped down, she gathered her iPad from the coffee table, opened the cover and loaded Kinky Single. She hit the reply buttong and fired off the words she’d been wanting to say since Bastien walked into her store.

  Dear Sir A.,

  I can’t believe you walked into my store today. You want to know if I was wet? I’ve been wet for you since our night together at Decadence.

  Every single time I’ve touched myself, made myself come, I’ve thought about you. How you brought me to the edge so quickly. How your strong hands felt against my ass cheeks. How much pleasure your fingers gave me.

  You intrigue me too. I’ve never had such a…stark…reaction to a man before. I want to wrap myself around you and rub my cheek against your beard. I want to feel those scratchy whiskers scraping between my thighs as you go down on me.

  I know what I want too. I want to be at your feet. I want you to teach me.

  But we have to keep things separate. Maybe we can start by communicating on here. You can be Sir A and I’ll be cupcake.

  For now, Dana and Bastien stay at work. Do you think you can handle that?

  Willingly yours,

  submissivecupcake

  Hitting send felt like a step forward. It was bold, bolder than anything she’d ever written or sent before. But, for once in her life, she felt bold and confident.

  She threw her tablet down on the sofa, leaned back and closed her eyes. Instantly an image of Bastien drifted into her mind. In her fantasy he became ‘Sir A’. He wore tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, and she could see the outline of his cock straining against the material. His chest was covered with a tight black t-shirt and he wore the same functional black boots.

  Jesus, when the hell did she become obsessed with boots?

  For just a few minutes she let herself indulge in the fantasy. Bastien raked a hand through his short blond hair before stroking his beard. His eyes blazed with heat. He ignored all of her warnings about keeping their personal lives away from work. Instead, he bent her over the steel surface in the patisserie kitchen and pulled up her skirt. Laid her ass bare to him. His body warmed hers, made her skin blush with lust and heat as he leaned down and whispered, “I’m going to spank you.”

  A small moan escaped. In the silence of her apartment it was deafening. She opened her eyes and blinked. Her hard nipples poked against the cotton robe. Her clit throbbed. She was completely and utterly turned on.

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sp; Sheesh.

  “Right,” she murmured out loud, “enough of that.” She’d never be able to work with the guy if she thought about sex every time she looked at him.

  She put a lid on her feelings and shoved them to the back of her mind. Hopefully, he’d agree to her terms. She looked forward to getting started on her lessons.

  Chapter Six

  Her life was becoming very surreal. She hadn’t seen Bastien since the day she’d hired him. They’d exchanged a few work emails about products for Friday’s grand opening. He had some amazing ideas and she couldn’t wait to try them.

  During those emails, he’d never mentioned Sir A and submissivecupcake. He’d done a great job of keeping things professional. As their alter egos, they’d exchanged dozens of messages, talked about their hobbies, growing up, movies they enjoyed, books they’d read, music they listened to. They was no talk of BDSM or anything sexual. It felt extremely meta getting to know a man online that she also employed.

  She still had doubts. Niggles at the back of her mind. What would happen when they finally started working together? She couldn’t get sexual thoughts of Bastien out of her head. How would it work being in the same space as him on a daily basis? Could their arrangement continue?

  She pushed aside her doubts, loaded up her messenger app and logged in as submissivecupcake. They hadn’t chatted in real time as Sir A and submissivecupcake, but it was a natural progression. It still felt really weird, trying to keep everything separate, yet moving their Dom/sub relationships forward.

  Her iPad pinged, signaling a friend request from Sir Ambrosia. Her heart flip- flopped as she accepted and waited as he typed a message.

  Sir Ambrosia: Well, hello there sweet cupcake.

  submissivecupcake: Hi J This is all very surreal.

  Sir Ambrosia: Hopefully good surreal. Not bad surreal like some fucked up version of an Aronofsky movie?

  submissivecupcake: *laughs* Definitely good surreal.

  Sir Ambrosia: Thank the gods for that J

  She settled down as they made small talk for a few minutes. She wondered what he was wearing and clenched her thighs together as heat rushed through her. That night at Decadence, he’d stayed fully clothed. She knew a killer body lurked beneath those clothes. She longed to run her hands over him, get to know every muscle, every dip and ridge. But right now she needed to focus on their conversation.

  She’d been dying to ask about the BDSM aspect of his personality. From the way he’d guided her during their session, he was experienced. Curiosity clawed at her, but a private message probably wasn’t the best place to delve into a conversation like that. Hell, he might not even tell her. She didn’t even know if he allowed questions as a Dominant.

  She had to pluck up the courage at some point. The reason for this online charade was to get to know each other. To explore the BDSM side of their relationship behind the safety of a computer screen. Now seemed like the right moment.

  submissivecupcake: There is something I’ve been meaning to ask…and I’ve been debating whether I should just say it…or wait…I’ve read that some Dominant’s don’t like questions unless they state it’s okay.

  Sir Ambrosia: I’m not one of those Dom’s. You can ask me anything at any time, unless we are in a scene and I tell you otherwise. I want you to get to know me.

  Sir Ambrosia: Is it a question about BDSM? I’m happy to answer almost anything. For you, I’m an open book.

  Sir Ambrosia: Have you been afraid of bringing this up in case I chastise you?

  submissivecupcake: thank you. And not afraid…okay maybe a little.

  submissivecupcake: More wary. Didn’t want things to get any weirder between us.

  Sir Ambrosia: I won’t ever ask more of you than you are willing to give, but this is why we are doing this – so we can ask each other things.

  She paused for a second. He sounded so sincere. It had to be hard for him too, not being able to discuss this in real life. He’d agreed to do this for her, and didn’t it just make her feel damned mushy inside.

  Might as well seize the opportunity she’d been given. This journey symbolized a new start. She had to be bold enough to continue.

  She started typing.

  submissivecupcake: Have you always been a Dominant? Have you always known? I mean, did you always want to tie up women or something? What have the real life experiences been like? Do people in real life know? Your friends, family? Have you had many submissives? What are your kinks?

  The words came pouring out. She waited, hoping she hadn’t been too full on but she had lots of questions.

  Sir Ambrosia: *laughs* that’s a lot of questions, but I’ll do my best to answer. Might have to gimme some time, answers might be pretty long.

  submissivecupcake: *blushes* sorry, I don’t mind waiting. Just curious is all and you are the first person I’ve really spoken to about this stuff.

  And the first person to spank the crap out of her.

  Sir Ambrosia: I feel honored. Right, so let’s start with the first question…

  Sir Ambrosia: Yes, I’ve always been a Dominant. In a way I’ve always known. After the initial super horny teenage period where any kind of sexual contact turned me on, and I do mean ANY, I used to get turned on by underwear catalogues J…

  Sir Ambrosia: Once that stage was over I began to discover less vanilla things turned me on. It’s kind of a funny story but I slapped one of my girlfriend’s on the butt by accident, can’t remember why, instead of being horrified I remember being more turned on than ever. I began analyzing my porn habits and realized I enjoyed watching some of the less normal stuff – lots of bondage, female submission, male Dominants.

  Sir Ambrosia: I went into the military and that’s when I started with real life experience. I did some research, joined some clubs, met some like-minded people and found some submissives.

  submissivecupcake: Sounds real simple. I struggled to go to any real life meet-ups apart from Decadence, let alone find a real life Dom to explore with.

  Although she’d placed an ad on Kinky Singles, she’d envisioned spending lots of time online working through things before ever meeting up. She doubted she’d have the courage to jump in, until she’d met Bastien. It was completely out of character but she’d been unable to resist him and his wicked whiskey eyes.

  Sir Ambrosia: Everyone works within their own limits and pace. Don’t push yourself. One day I want to know why you decided to take me up on my offer at Decedence, but for now want me to yammer on some more?

  submissivecupcake: Oh god, yes.

  She’d rather he talk about his experiences than have to explain the completely unexplainable, primal reaction she’d had when she’d laid eyes on him.

  Sir Ambrosia: Real life experiences – well some have been intense, some have been amazing and some have been uncomfortable. Guess it’s like all sexual experiences. My family don’t know about my kinks. Not sure I want to be explaining it to my parents. “Hey, I like to tie up women and give them pain to bring them ultimate pleasure”. Not sure that would sit well with my Momma! She’s a formidable woman, my Momma.

  Dana laughed. She could imagine him, a big strong military guy, having to deal with a tiny, pissed off mother.

  Sir Ambrosia: My close friends know. They share the lifestyle. They both have long term submissives (soon to be wives). You met them at Decadence.

  submissivecupcake: But not you? A long term submissive I mean. Or wife.

  She prayed the answer was no to both questions. Why she asked now was beyond her.

  Sir Ambrosia: Nope, no wife or submissive. Haven’t found the right woman. Yet.

  That one little word—yet—made her heart stutter. She had no idea what to say. Thankfully, Bastien continued.

  Sir Ambrosia: I’ve had two long-term submissives in the past. And I’ve had…well, let’s say a fair few submissive play partners at clubs and parties. Guess that makes me a bit of a man-slut in some people’s eyes.

  submissivecu
pcakes: *laughs* not really.

  Sir Ambrosia: Play partner doesn’t always mean sex. Sure, there are sexual connotations. If I bind a woman’s body and flog her, she might orgasm but that’s about it. No sexual contact for me, per se.

  submissivecupcake: BDSM semantics. Interesting. Seriously though, I know what you mean, a bit like what we did. I orgasmed, but you didn’t even take any of your clothes off. So nothing sexual for you that night.

  Tension coiled in her stomach. Maybe that night hadn’t been sexual for him. Maybe he’d only given her what she needed without feeling the same pull. She hoped it wasn’t the case.

  Sir Ambrosia: Oh, Dana, everything we did that night was 100% sexual. I told you in that first message I sent, thinking about how pretty your ass looked makes my cock rock hard. I was hard that night and had to stop myself from slamming into you. You weren’t ready for that. But one day I’m going to fuck you. One day soon.

  Ribbons of pleasure shot down her spine at the reminder of their one sexual encounter. Her pussy clenched and she squirmed, trying to get comfortable, wishing she could reach down and touch herself.

  She wouldn’t, not yet.

  Sir Ambrosia: And for your final question, what are my kinks?

  She waited while he typed, lust pushed to the back burner, eager to know if his sexual interests matched hers. She hoped so.

  Sir Ambrosia: I love all kinds of bondage—especially rope bondage. I love binding a woman’s body, I love the feeling that she’s bound for me, that she trusts me enough to tie her up and place her pleasure, her submission, in my hands. I enjoy giving spankings and floggings, as you’ve probably guessed. I love it when the submissive I’m with enjoys being on her knees for me eager to service me. I love the feeling of her hair in my hands as I guide her mouth to my cock.

  Dana inhaled deeply as she read his words twice. The sexual imagery pulsed from her computer screen and made blood pound in her ears. Her body tightened with tension and her clit throbbed incessantly. The urge to reach down and rub through her pants returned. She was pretty sure she could come with a forceful squeeze of her thighs. She was that turned on.