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Meet Goldie. She’s a determined young woman, tired of men for whom pedicures are foreplay. She makes it her mission to find a dominant man to make her dreams come true. The search takes her to Bear Island where she encounters Doms either too soft or too harsh. Will she never find one who is just right?Markus Masterton is waiting for just the right submissive woman. He’s got his paddle ready, but it looks like he’ll linger on Bear Island for a lot longer than he’d like.Adult Excerpt“I’m Goldie. Thank you for your hospitality.”He shook, his work-roughened hand firm on hers. “Bob Bentley,” he said. “Please sit down.”Smiling, she took a seat near the hearth.They talked for a few minutes, mostly about the weather and its unpredictability on Bear Island. He offered tea and toast and she accepted. Finally, unable to resist, Goldie asked him a personal question. “Are you married, Bob?”“No. No man on Bear Island is married. We move away once we find just the right woman.”“Wow. But you’re so well established on your little farm. How long have you been on the island?”He seemed a little embarrassed as he squirmed in his plush chair. “Many years. A good woman is hard to find.” Goldie could relate.“What brings you to the island?”“I came to find just the right man. All the good ones seem to be taken on the mainland.”His eyes roamed her face and he licked his lips. “I like you,” he told her. “Wanna get it on and see if we’re compatible?”Bob Bentley was a nice guy. They had a few things in common. And he baked a mean loaf of bread. “Sure. But I’m no slut. I draw the line at touchie-feelie.”“No problem. You realize, of course, that I’m a Dominant.”“You strike me as a normal kind of guy.”“I’m a demon in the bedroom,” he warned, then hedged. “Not literally.”“I’m game.”“Take off your clothes and come into the playroom with me.”Playroom? Goldie quickly shucked her clothes while he watched, enjoying the lascivious look in his eyes as they lingered on her full breasts and narrow waist. She could see a bulge form in his denim overalls, and she wondered if she’d been hasty in putting oral sex off limits. Nonetheless, she followed him into the playroom.The room was bare except for a trapeze bar hanging from the ceiling, and a well-made wooden chest of drawers.“Put your hands on the trapeze,” he instructed. When she complied, he got a pair of fur-lined leather wrist cuffs from the chest and clipped them to the bar. Once he’d secured them around Goldie’s wrists, he checked to make sure that her wrists were held firmly in place, and that the bonds were just right. “You’re very pretty.” He ran his hands over her flanks, and cupped her breasts tenderly.Goldie wondered when the good stuff was going to start. So far, there’d been a lot of hat and no cattle. “Thanks.”He manipulated her nipples gently, then with a little more pressure, until she moaned with pleasure. “That feels good, Bob.”Pressing his mouth to a peaked nipple, he sucked and bit lightly.Goldie felt warmth stir in her loins. Unfortunately, he picked that moment to stop and go back to the chest. Bob rummaged around a bit, returning to her with a blindfold.“Do you trust me?”She bit her lip. “Well…”“Your safe word is ‘prestidigitation’.”“’Prestidigitation?’ Can’t we just settle on ‘stop-you-rotten-prick’?”“Oh now, don’t be like that. Do you want me to quit?”“No.” She eyed him, looking for signs of corruption, but saw none. “Okay.”He gently tied the blindfold on her, and Goldie shivered with delicious fear. Not the scary kind of scared, but a thrill-of-the-roller-coaster kind of scared. Once her eyes were covered, he kissed her lips, gently at first, then with a more demanding pressure. Now we’re getting to the good part.Pages of Goldie & the Three Doms :