In just two days you'll get to read Martin's story...
What happens when a Dominant falls for his not-so-submissive attorney?
Martin Abrams, owner of Master M's BDSM club, has become unfulfilled with his lifestyle. Ever since his sub, Gracie, left to marry her true love, Martin has lost his way. Living the life of the head Dominant in his circle isn't as appealing as it once was. Something seems to be missing.
Sassy lawyer Arianna Covington relocates to New York City after a humiliating divorce. She's looking for a fresh start when she agrees to become Martin's exclusive attorney. She's intrigued by his domineering personality and wants to know why women kneel at his feet.
Their attraction is undeniable despite Ari's initial beliefs that she will never submit to Martin's desires. But Martin is up for the challenge. Arianna is more than he ever imagined in a woman. He vows to claim her heart, with or without the games. Who will surrender first?
Content Warning: contains explicit language and graphic sexual content
Featuring Cade and Gracie from Make Me Stay.
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Here's a sinful look...
“Can I get you something? A drink perhaps?” Martin loosened his tie, and then removed his jacket, draping it neatly over the foyer bench.
“Normally, someone would be bringing you the drink, right?” Ari moved closer to him, breathing in his spicy scent.
He smirked and it should have been cocky, but she found him confident and sexy, not at all like her weak and indecisive ex-husband.
“Tell me what would happen if you brought your sub back after dinner.” She squeezed her legs shut, trying to create some friction.
“Why?”
“Because I want to understand you.”
Martin paused for a moment, pondering her request. “We wouldn’t be talking, because her mouth would be otherwise occupied.” He swiped his thumb along her bottom lip.
“Oh,” she whispered.
He leaned into her ear, “After she served me orally, I’d reward her with my tongue, but I wouldn’t allow her to come.”
“You wouldn’t?” She swallowed hard.
“Normally, someone would be bringing you the drink, right?” Ari moved closer to him, breathing in his spicy scent.
He smirked and it should have been cocky, but she found him confident and sexy, not at all like her weak and indecisive ex-husband.
“Tell me what would happen if you brought your sub back after dinner.” She squeezed her legs shut, trying to create some friction.
“Why?”
“Because I want to understand you.”
Martin paused for a moment, pondering her request. “We wouldn’t be talking, because her mouth would be otherwise occupied.” He swiped his thumb along her bottom lip.
“Oh,” she whispered.
He leaned into her ear, “After she served me orally, I’d reward her with my tongue, but I wouldn’t allow her to come.”
“You wouldn’t?” She swallowed hard.
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