Collar (Changing Roles Book 3)
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COLLAR
Changing Roles Series, Book 3
Ellie Masters
JEM PUBLISHING
Collar: Book 3, Changing Roles Series
Copyright © March 2016 by Ellie Masters
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This book is the first in the Changing Roles trilogy and was previously part of the Changing Roles omnibus, published by Loose-ID publisher in 2016.
The books in the Changing Roles Series are not stand-alones.
They must be read in order.
COMMAND
CONTROL
COLLAR
by: Ellie Masters
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my one and only, amazing and wonderful husband.
Without your care and support, my writing would not have made it this far. You make me whole every day. I love you “that much”, which for the rest of you means from the beginning to the end and every point in between. Thank you, my dearest love, my heart and soul, for putting up with me, for believing in me, and for loving me.
My husband deserves a special gold star for listening to me obsess over this book and for never once complaining while I brought these characters from my mind to the page.
You pushed me when I needed to be pushed. You supported me when I felt discouraged. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. If it weren’t for you, this book never would have come to life.
Author’s Note
This story contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This story isn’t suitable for those who don’t enjoy dark romance, uncomfortable situations, and dubious consent. It has strong elements of BDSM with both male and female domination and submission. The story is sexy and twisty and dark. The themes of safe, sane, consensual practices are held by the main characters, as they should be in real life. Heed this warning, and enter the world of Changing Roles.
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Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
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To My Readers
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Final Thoughts
Acknowledgment
THE END
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COMMAND
CONTROL
COLLAR
This book is the third in a trilogy and was previously part of the Changing Roles omnibus, published by Loose-ID publisher in 2016.
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My hand coiled tight around the handle of my whip. Anticipation and doubt built within me with each step toward the door. I thought I’d been teaching Kate a lesson, denying her pain, showing her how pleasure could come without it, but I’d misunderstood her nature. As much as I needed to cherish, worshi
p, and even love, she required something more.
As her dominant, it was my responsibility to give her everything she desired. I would take her where she needed to go, but we would do this my way, not hers. Pain would come with pleasure. In this, I would help her become magnificent and strong.
The dominant woman who ruled over men seemed to challenge my every move. The uncertainty she held for my abilities hung heavy between us, oppressive and unwelcome.
After tonight, I vowed she would never question my leadership again. In this, I would not fail her. All my years of training to become the best dominant would be tested by the challenge in her eyes. I’d tried winning her over with my Southern charm, almost had her too. We were so very close. But to succeed in my goal, she needed more from me.
I intended to deliver what she craved. And I would give everything to make her mine.
She maintained she could endure a sadist’s demands. Bravado like that was dangerous and exposed her weakness. My greatest fear wasn’t in whether she could endure beneath my lash, but if I had misread her true desires. More importantly, I worried she didn’t know her limits. Did she, in fact, crave pain? Would she stop me when I pressed her to the edge?
The springtime air warmed my skin as I led her outside into the deepening dusk of early twilight. Her expression was not frightened, nor resigned, but anticipatory. Her steps certain, back straight, and fully confident, she marched outside dressed in the finery of her Presentation garb. The challenge set before me in the strut of her walk was the Mistress of Pain daring me to do my worst.
My worst was not something she would ever see.
I minded the path we took. We’d missed what looked to have been a beautiful sunset. A deep red burned at the horizon, while a blanket of deep purple and black swept across the sky from the east, stealing our light. I wore boots, but she had on delicate slippers. The gravel paths would hurt her feet, so I kept us to the manicured lawns. Torches lining the paths had already been lit by the caretakers. I guided her with confidence, a hand pressed to the small of her back. We walked in silence, the surety of what was soon to happen hanging around us in a haze of possibilities.
God, how I loved her strength.
If the forest hadn’t been desecrated by the murders, I would’ve taken her there. I might have even allowed her a head start and given chase. What a rush that would have been. A heady flow of blood surged to my cock, swelling it with need. Sadly, I didn’t think I would ever return to those woods.
For the same reason, I bypassed the barn due to the familiarity it held to the image of Lizzy strung to a beam. The barn used to be my second favorite spot when I desired more aggressive play. It was perfect for suspension, and the long crossbeams allowed room to move freely around a tethered slave.
Shit, my dick deflated, thinking about Lizzy and the unidentified girl. Their final moments had been filled with such torment. I scrubbed the disgust from my face and continued leading Kate toward the mock-up of the old-world village. In the middle of the square stood the whipping post. I took her there and held her hand as we ascended the wooden steps of the elevated platform.
Carefully, I removed her falcon mask. “Give me your wrists.”
She arched her brow with speculation. So fucking glorious the way she challenged me. Her heated gaze had my cock stiffening. I pulled out two wrist cuffs with metal rings.
She drew back. “No.” A tremor of fear laced her voice.
“You must trust me. I won’t whip you without your hands secured.” With a gentle grip, I tugged her to me and brushed my lips over her forehead.
Her gaze centered on my chest; then, ever so slowly, she lifted her chin. “You promised.”
“I promised you would always be in control.” I gestured for her wrists, and thankfully she gave them freely. Before she could change her mind, I wrapped the cuffs and buckled them in place. Pulling out a snap-lock, I handed it to her. “I promised I wouldn’t bind you. You will do that yourself.”
With a hitch in my breath, I studied her reaction. I needed this as much as she did. Her breathing deepened, and her mouth parted as if to speak. Her gaze lingered over the cuffs, uncertain but without fear, as I attempted to renegotiate her only hard limit. Based upon my command, she would subject herself to my will, but she would retain control.
“Attach the cuffs,” I ordered.
She snatched the snap-lock out of my hand and fastened it to one wrist.
I waited for her to link the other cuff. Her eyes darted between her hands, lingering over the snap-lock dangling from the cuff. A stretch of silence extended between us.
She bit at her lower lip, but eventually the hard snick of metal on metal echoed through the evening air.
With a sharp exhalation, I pointed to her wrists. “Good. Now remove the clip.” I needed her to understand she could free herself at any time.
Her eyes narrowed, but she complied. Metal released with a snick.
I took the snap-lock from her. “Lift your arms overhead.” I grabbed her cuffs and pulled them over the hook embedded in the post. I would’ve preferred using the ring on the other side, but I wanted her to know she could slip her bound wrists off the hook if needed. I connected her wrist cuffs together using the metal snap-lock.
“Can you lift your wrists off the hook?” I stepped close, our chests nearly touching. Every inhalation had her nipples brushing against the fabric of my shirt. I wanted to lean in and devour her with a kiss, but that would have to wait.
She had to lift up on her tiptoes, but she was tall enough to free herself. Slipping her arms over and around my head, she captured me in the circle of her bound arms.
The first glimmer of anticipation flashed in her eyes. “I see where you’re going with this.”
“Good. Do we understand each other?”
She gave a fractional nod. “Yes, Master.”
“Can we agree your hard limit on using restraints is modified for now?” I couldn’t move forward without her assent. I refused to violate the very terms of our agreement. “I can’t continue until you agree.”
The metal of the snap-lock dug into the back of my neck as she pulled me down to her mouth for a kiss. “Yes, this I can agree to.” Her lips glided against mine, soft and yielding, but insistent and needful.
I pulled her against my body, fingers digging into her hips. She flinched, and I eased up my grip; then her soft curves melted against the hardness of my body, making my cock jump with anticipation and heating with powerful need. I growled and consumed her mouth, seeking her tongue, breathing her in, licking with dominating thrusts. Her soft floral scent heated my blood. With another low-throated growl, I dug my fingers into her lower back, yanking her against my erection, letting her know of my desire.
We wouldn’t make it to the whipping if this kiss continued. I lifted her hands off my neck and fixed her wrists above her head on the hook.
I asked a question I had been dying to know. “Why do you need to give so much pain to men?”
“Why do you hurt women?” Her tone was both sarcastic and sincere.
I got off with my sadism. The way a woman’s body moved beneath my hand, the delicious cries of pain which turned to groans of pleasure, made my blood boil. My suspicion told me the same wasn’t true for her. She’d become a Mistress to fill a void within her, an emptiness I was determined to fill.
My eyes narrowed at her redirection. “That wasn’t an answer, Kate. Remember our rules.”
Maybe this was a test, so I pushed. “Pain is only a small part of how I dominate. But with you, pain is the only tool you use. I want to know why.”
Her gaze shifted down, unable to meet mine. “I enjoy hurting men.”
I spun her to face the pole. Her back was toward me now.
“That’s a lie.” I slapped her ass, hard.
Her sharp intake of breath told me I was right. I reached for the neckline of her bodysuit, and using my pocketknife, cut the offending material away, exposing her to the night air and
my greedy eyes.
Torches placed in the Village Square flickered all around. Their firelight illuminated the night and made the very air glow.
Kate gasped at the rending of fabric. Every muscle of her back stood out, her lithe physique displayed for my perusal. From the straining of her shoulders to her taut ass, every ridge and valley of her body rippled in the torchlight. Faint bruising marred the flawless globes of her butt, and I paused to run my hands over the discoloration.
“How did you get these?” My demand came out harsh. My hands brushed her skin, not understanding how she got so bruised.
Her entire body stilled.
My gaze slid past the fading yellow-and-green marks to the deep scratches scoring her legs. I knelt to examine them. Trees and branches had ripped through her skin during our hike. These had been my fault, a product of my carelessness. I owned my responsibility for these. I caressed her injuries. “Kate, why didn’t you tell me?”