Her job is to make his life miserable. His job is to make her submit. Whose heart will surrender first?
Across the country, rebellious BDSM submissives are being systematically kidnapped, one from each club. When her friend falls prey to the slavers, FBI victim specialist Gabrielle volunteers to be bait in a club not yet hit: the Shadowlands.
She finds that being a bratty sub comes naturally, especially when she gets to twit the appallingly conservative Master of the trainees. But she soon discovers he’s not as stuffy as she’d thought. Or as mean. She’d expected punishment, even humiliation, but she sure never expected to fall in love with a damned lawyer.
Courtesy of a prima donna ex-wife, Marcus loathes disobedient submissives. When the club owner insists he admit an incredibly bratty trainee, he’s furious. But as he comes to know Gabrielle and sees the alluring sweetness beneath the sass, he starts to fall for her.
Unfortunately, Marcus isn’t the only one who believes the feisty redhead is a prize worth capturing. And in the world of the slaver, such treasure is worth a hefty fee.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, strong BDSM theme and elements, violence.
I’m supposed to try and convince you that Master Marcus is the ULTIMATE DOM but I’m not really sure exactly where to start. I don’t know what makes up an Ultimate Dom, but I DO know what makes up a Master of the Shadowlands.
Being a Master is …
More than getting inside a woman’s body. It’s about getting inside her head. Master Marcus coaxes an emotional recovery out of Gabrielle through the allures of BDSM, making her feel somewhat whole again. Even though Gabrielle plays the part of a bratty sub, Master Marcus has the ability to see past those carefully placed barriers. His tactic? A nice hard spanking
“You want to count, Gabrielle?”
“One!” She sucked in a breath, made enough the words slid right out. “You asshole, one!”
Assplay is an activity that all Doms like to partake in, but no one really does it quite like Master Marcus. His job is to teach new Doms and work with bratty new trainees who crave kink. But when a bratty trainee needs to be punished, Master Marcus doesn’t hold back and lets his imagination and wicked sense of humor fly. Things do not getting any hotter where ginger root is involved! He takes “hot stuff” to a whole other level!
Sex Toys – It’s obvious that boys like their toys but Master Marcus uses more than just the usual vibe or butt plug while playing. His imagination knows no bounds and he will use anything and everything imaginable to coax a screaming orgasm from you whether you want it or not. A floating pool swan, a tire swing and doggy ears and tail are just a few things he’s used. He is fun AND inventive! Can you say H-O-T!?
Trust – Any Dom can command a sub to come, but not every Dom has the power to use control and communication to instill trust.
“You…you sadist,” she gasped. He gently removed the vibrator, and she shivered at the cold, lonely feeling of being lost inside the clouds.His hands stroked soothingly over the tender area between her hips and thighs, his grip pulling her back to earth. “Easy, sugar. I’m here.”She met his gaze, and everything inside her melted like the wax he’d poured on her. I love you.
Eye contact is very important to Master Marcus. You can thrust harder like you’re drilling for crude oil, but nothing penetrates deeper than when you have Master Marcus’s ocean blue eyes boring into yours as you fly off into orbit. I know I’d be helpless to those blue eyes.
Reverent touch – He has strong fingers that close around wrists, more trapping than any restraint. Yet a brush of his knuckles across your cheek is just as arousing, if not more. His hands have the power to make need grow. Whether you prefer the unyielding grip of his hands around your wrists or that delicate sweep of his fingertips on your collarbone, Master Marcus has that touch you desire, the one you crave.
The last two nights, he’d had a different smile: one that said he knew her, all of her – the possessive smile of a man who’d had a woman and intended to have her again.
Each time, even though she wouldn’t move at all, she’d yearn toward him. Toward his possession. No longer make me, Sir, but take me, Sir.
All these things together make up one hell of a Master. But ONLY YOU have the power to make him the Ultimate Dom! PLEASE VOTE FOR MASTER MARCUS!
“Do you realize how your body betrays you, Gabrielle?” he said in her ear as his finger circled her entrance. “You make all these defiant noises, but your body says, ‘Take me. Please.’”
Straight From The Source:
Then again, she’d always wanted to see the notorious Shadowlands. Anticipation rising, she walked into the main room. At one a.m., the exclusive BDSM club wasn’t too noisy, although the equipment—spanking benches, St. Andrew’s crosses, whipping posts, cages—was in use. Stunned at the sight of floggers and canes and way too many naked, restrained people, Annie simply gawked.
Work. I’m supposed to work. The bar was in the center of the room. Annie rose on tiptoes to slide onto the bar stool and almost broke her neck looking up at the huge, craggy-faced bartender. “Hi. Do I give you these papers?” She set the papers in front of her.
“No, pet.” Despite his size, the bartender had a friendly smile. “Master Z will be around soon. Until then, what can I get you to drink?”
Something really, really strong. “How about tequila. A double.”
His eyes narrowed. “A little mite like you? Hardly.” A second later he handed her a single shot.
She took a sip. At least it was really, really good tequila. “Actually, I’m here to see Master Marcus.”
“That’s easy enough.” The bartender turned toward a cluster of men and woman. “Marcus. Someone to see you.”
The man who approached was tall, broad-shouldered, lean, and absolutely gorgeous. He was a prosecuting attorney, she knew. Bet he was lethal in a courtroom. Dressed in a gray pinstripe suit and a blue shirt that matched his sharp blue eyes, he intimidated the hell out of her.
When he reached her, he smiled. “I’m Marcus Atherton. What can I do for you?” He had a southern accent, and his slow, rich voice was compelling enough to make her heart skip a beat.
“I’m Annie.” She felt the heat rise into her cheeks. She’d dressed to fit in at the club, and Francesca had warned her about how annoyed they got if a submissive dressed up as a Domme, so her short leather skirt and leather bra was skimpy. Under Master Marcus’s intent gaze, it felt way too skimpy. “I… You see my…our…website. It’s called Under the Covers and…”
His lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. “Don’t be frightened, sugar. Go on.”
“And there was a contest, and you were nominated as one of the four Ultimate Doms.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The bartender barked a laugh before giving him a serious look. “Actually, you deserve the honor, Marcus. You’ve been working nonstop with the trainees and teaching new Doms, as well. And every upset submissive knows they have a Dom who will help them.” He grinned. “They sure don’t run to Nolan or Dan.”
Marcus ignored him and turned to her. His eyes were an ocean of blue—and deep enough to drown the unwary. “Best you tell me what you’d need from me.”
“Uh…” She shifted uneasily. “If you could explain why you think you should win?”
He considered for a moment before shaking his head. “No, darlin’. If your readers want to vote, then they most certainly should do so without persuasion. I want for them to judge by what they’ve seen of each Dom at work, not smooth-talking on my part.”
“Oh.” Her hopes fell. Now she’d have to leave, and she’d only been here a few minutes. She really, really wanted—
“Now, just look at you, all unhappy.” He leaned a hip against the adjacent barstool, and studied her. “I have a notion you’d like to stay for a while.”
Amusement lit his eyes. “Of course you may, sugar. Would you like to do more than stay?”
“What…what do you mean?”
He glanced at the papers in front of her and set his finger on the question where she’d marked ‘no’ to having experience. “I do enjoy teaching about the lifestyle. Giving newcomers a taste. Would you like to do a scene with me?”
Her heart actually stopped dead right in her chest. Do a scene? With the Master who had Shadowlands submissives begging for his use? How brave am I?
“Um.” Shivers started deep in her belly. “Yes. Yes, please. Sir.” She’d wanted this since the moment Francesca had dumped the assignment on her.
Master Marcus glanced at the glass in front of her and then at the bartender.
“She’s only had a sip,” the bartender said.
“Good.” He moved the drink away from her. “You drink alcohol after playing, not before.” After he flipped through the papers, his blue eyes pinned her in place with a knifelike punch of power. “No medical or emotional problems. You’re interested in bondage and light pain play—like spanking?”
She swallowed. Be brave, Annie. “Yes.”
“You haven’t been drinking nor had any drugs this evening?”
She shook her head no.
“I prefer verbal answers, darlin’.”
“Now there, that’s very pretty.” He ran his fingers through her short hair, sending a tremor through her at the simple touch. His hand curved under her chin, lifting slightly. Controlling her enough that her breathing went ragged. “Do you have a significant other or someone you should consult before doing this?”
After releasing her, he flipped to another page, and the sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Did you miss this page?”
The questions about sexual activity. From the heat, she knew her blush had started at her breasts and worked its way up to her hairline.
Behind her, Cullen barked a laugh, but Master Marcus didn’t even smile. “I mean for you to tell me the answers now, Annie. Do you have any objection to your breasts being exposed or touched?”
Her mouth felt dry, but her nipples were peaking so hard they hurt. “That’s all right.”
“Very good.” He took her hands and warmed them; his thumbs made erotic circles on the back. “And your pussy, sugar? Can I expose it or touch it with my hands? No toys, not my mouth or cock.”
Touch…there? His voice was smooth and easy, as if he weren’t publically speaking of intimate matters. She stared down at his hands. Scars and calluses on the knuckles, more calluses on his palm. The lawyer had a fighter’s hands. He’d touch her with those powerful hands? “Okay.”
“Good enough.” He lifted her off the bar stool and steadied her when her legs wobbled. “Shhh. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m going to be checking with you the entire time—and your safeword is red. Say that for me and tell me what it means.”
“Red.” She’d done her reading. “Red means everything stops.”
“There you go.” He smiled into her eyes, then closed his fingers around her wrists, trapping her. “When I put you in the stocks, you won’t be able to get loose. Like now—you can’t escape.”
She instinctively tried and couldn’t. Everything in her went melty and wet, and her breathing completely stopped.
His chuckle was deep, his smile warm. “Take yourself a breath, darlin’.” When she managed to pull one in, he nodded. “You’re going to enjoy the stocks, aren’t you?”
With her wrist in his big hand, he led her over to old-fashioned stocks. “You’re going to put your neck and wrists here.” He patted the carved-out places in the chest-high, horizontal board. “I’ll lock down the board on top so you can’t move…and you’ll be nicely bent over for me.”
She felt her arousal dampening her thong. He wouldn’t be able to tell, right?
“And then I’m going to lift that li’l skirt of your and pull down your underwear.” He stood close enough she could feel his body warmth. “What do you say to me?”
Oh no. Oh dear. Her voice squeaked out as if she’d been breathing helium from a balloon. “Yes, sir.”
In the lean, hard face, his grin was simply devastating. His hand curved around her nape in a unbreakable grip as she stared helplessly up at him. “After that, I’m going to spank you and play with you, and spank you harder and play with you until you’re either crying or coming—or both. Are you ready, darlin’?”
Master Marcus told me that explanations from me would be neither welcome nor permitted. He feels that y’all shouldn’t be swayed by what an author says, but you should vote on what you know of the Dominant.
Since Francesca requested I write something (and she’s almost as demanding as Master Marcus is) I’ll take a different tack. Let’s look at what makes a great Dom?
First…is he really dominant right down to the core of his personality? Does he take joy in being in command and pleasure at the submission offered to him? When he grips your shoulder and he says something in that low voice, does the floor seem to drop a foot and your legs go weak?
Has he mastered himself before he tried to master another?
Is he fair—giving as well as taking? Compassionate? Understanding? Honest with himself as well as his submissive? Does he communicate before he tries to dominate?
Does he encourage more than discipline? Are his rules firm and consistent?
Is he patient? Even better, is he creative?
Does he give back to the BDSM community as well as enjoy its rewards?
Is he experienced, and has he taken the time and trouble to be damn good at what he does?
Any Dom worth his flogger can give pleasure. Does this Dominant get past defenses and push boundaries so the submissive learns and grows?
Is he humble enough that he’ll ask for help or advice when he needs it? On the other side, is he a role model for others?
Would you entrust him with your safety and your defenses…and your heart?
Hugs, my dears, and may you find and enjoy (and be enjoyed by) only great Doms,
Here’s what you said:
Master Marcus is every girls dream dom. He is hot, sexy, a bit arrogant and has a great sense of humor. He has all the right moves that will leave you panting for more.
He is caring, careful, and loving, and works very hard to find out why his sub is acting out.
I love everything about Marcus.