Billionaire Blaze Morgan is broken…
broken by a woman who humiliated him for daring to pursue his innermost desires.
So when a mutual friend pairs us together, I know I’ve got my work cut out for me… for how can I lure the Dominant out of hiding when shame is busy nipping at its heels?
But there’s more to Blaze than meets the eye…
He’s powerful yet vulnerable.
He’s confident yet aware of his limitations well enough to know when to push past them…
and that’s all I need to know about him.
With every act of my submission comes his Domination…
one session at a time… until he’s unbroken
…until he’s free.
NOW LIVE!
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EXCERPT
Kneeling.
A woman was kneeling for me. Fuck, if there was one thing that could make my dick rock hard in a split second, that was it–among other things. I never realized how hot a woman looked on her knees, waiting for me.
The elevator doors at the end of the hall whispered open just as I led her into the room and shut the door behind me. There was an element of thrill to what she’d done, and it intrigued me. There was no shame, no worry about what anyone would think. It was as if nothing else mattered but me witnessing her submission and accepting it–like a precious gift.
And it was a gift.
After the day I’d had, Alannah was a sight to behold, and for a moment, I just wanted to look at her and marvel at how beautiful she was, even more beautiful when she knelt for me, stirring feelings inside me I’d long forgotten. No, they hadn’t been forgotten. They’d had to be set aside because Lauren had made them shameful. How dare I hold her down when I made love to her or spank her ass and, god forbid, pull her hair?
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize Alannah had turned around and made her way back to me until she was standing in front of me. Her blue-grey eyes seemed to see right through me. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. She tugged on the ties of her dress and one side fell open to reveal creamy smooth skin, full breasts, and pink nipples hardening before my eyes. She dipped one shoulder like a dancer and the dress slipped down her arm. She did the same to the other shoulder and as the dress began to slide off her, I caught it in my hand and tossed it to the nearest chair. Fuck, she was exquisite.
Her gaze lowered and her hand brushed against the front of my trousers, my dick rock hard even after all the blame and shame I’d managed to stir inside my mind, self-flagellation I didn’t need. She undid my trousers, pulled down the zipper and slipped my cock from the confines of my boxers.
“May I, Sir?” she asked as she knelt, her gaze holding mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, allowing the sensations to pull me out of my thoughts and bring me back into my body, back to its needs.
Alannah’s tongue felt exquisite against my cock as she lathered the underside from bottom to tip before letting the head slip between her lips. She’d brought her hands behind her back, leaving nothing but her mouth to worship me, her sinful mouth and those blue-grey eyes still looking up at me, holding me and keeping me present. Just me and my dick.
“Alannah…” After that, I could not form words.