Rough Attraction (28 page)

Book 1.5: Dominion of Brothers series

CHAPTER ONE

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Trenton Leos
,
the man everyone revered as the
Dominus
, stood before her, the blindfold of wine colored silk held firmly in both hands and brought it up to her eyes.

“Wait.” Amelia wiped her hands down her thighs, taking another deep breath. She was growing more and more anxious with each passing minute. Trenton paused, allowing her the moment and lowered the blindfold slightly, but kept it close to remind her the moment had come for her to surrender. “It's time Amelia. Unless you want to use your safe word.”

“Yellow. I need to use my yellow.” She lifted her jaw slightly and swallowed nervously.

Trenton shook his head, “There is no yellow here for this. Either you do it or you don’t. So say red or green.”

“What? Why?” Her hand went up to catch the silk cloth, anything she could do to stall this a little longer. Get a better grip on the night’s plans.

“Because you’ve been riding with your foot on the break for four years now. Your body desires submission like no other, yet you continue to top from the bottom, which leaves you unsatisfied. You cannot have it both ways. In order to enjoy the pleasure of ultimate surrender you must surrender completely. You came to me asking for a Master now I’ve found one. One who is willing to take on the challenge of your submission and it is time for you to meet him.” Trenton gave her a gentle smile, one that touched deep inside her with a promise to deliver succulent pleasure and he waited.

She took a deep breath feeling his promise all the way to her core, but it wasn’t enough to relinquish her last thread of control. “Why must you blind submit me?” her lips rolled in to be caught by her teeth a moment. Her attention flickered to the mingling crowd just outside the glass walls of her VIP booth, then back to the Dominus.

“Amelia, I said it would be done this way. This is how you will surrender by my rules not those of the sub’s. To keep you from attempting to micro manage. Your new Master will not tolerate it and he agrees with my decision.”

Just another Friday night at Club Pain, Amelia's eyes scanned the crowd of people outside her booth once more. Some went on without so much as a glance her way, others had definitely taken notice. Her new Dom was out there— somewhere— but no discerning face leaped out at her. She swallowed nervously. Dominus didn’t play around, the moment she went to him asking for a Dom who could handle her, he took over and gave her no reins whatsoever and brought her a master. Now she was about to be truly stripped of her control and it frightened her beyond comprehension, but she could not disregard the moisture that pooled inside her theca, either. Total submission to a master seemed for so long like a desire inescapably unobtainable. Now here it was and the heat flux it created was beyond measure, had her breath caught in her chest and her heart fluttering nervously. Once more she rolled her lips in, biting back the yearn— she was very wet and for the first time she wished the glass around her VIP booth was able to tint digitally as Trenton’s private room did, so no one could see.

“What do you need to say to me Amelia?” Trenton asked, not an ounce lost in his patience or stern guidance.

Amelia took in a deep breath willing herself to relax and let go of the silk scarf, “Green.” A nervous cool-escape poured from her lips like a favorite dark wine.

“Good girl.” And the blindfold came up over her eyes as he spoke to her. “Your new master will join us in a moment.” Domineering yet warm, reassuring her in the darkness, talking her through her new submission. “If at any time you have reached your limits, use your safe words. If you call
yellow
he will stop and work you past it or switch into something else, depending on what he thinks you need. If you call
red,
he will stop all together and your weekend will come to an end.
However,
the blindfold does not come off until he has returned you to me. Understood?”

A new wave of tantalizing fear rippled through her, sending the new lust escalating within her. Her eyes tried to see past the cloth, but she was as blind as a new slave should be. “May I ask why Dominus?”

“Because calling red forfeits any privilege of discovering who your master is.” Fingers tested the tension on the blindfold making sure it wasn’t too snug, “How does that feel? Not too tight?” It would be on for a long time so he made sure it was on comfortably so as not to trigger a headache.

She sucked in a deep breath letting it out with a soft sigh that accented the surrendered word she was ready. “Green.”

“Good girl.” She felt the soft kiss to her now covered forehead then heard him circle her then took a few steps back, no doubt enjoying the display from her body language. “Now stand there and don’t say a word unless you need to use your safe words. Understood?”

“Yes, Dominus.” Her heart strummed in a Latin merengue beat in her chest and her belly began twisting and flip-flopping like a dance floor filled with salsa dancers that took up the beat in her chest. The time was coming. The surrender she had always desired.
Such sweet fear
. She prayed for a brief moment, perhaps not the ideal prayers one should send up, but she did so anyways, because she truly did hope to make her master happy with her, for what he was already giving her.

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