Can she surrender her tightly held control?
Jenna is the powerful CEO of a thriving company, a divorcee who is looking for love. After a hard day of being in charge, she needs to release pent up energy. And passion. Before she can overthink it, she submits a very racy profile online, announcing her desire to let someone else take control.
Christopher is an intelligent man, powerful in his own right. An executive who thrives on control in the boardroom – and the bedroom. Jenna’s profile intrigues him and so, with a single message, a game of cat and mouse begins.
Soon they meet, and the sparks fly. Unbeknownst to either of them, their lives are about to become intertwined in a most unexpected way.
Can their relationship survive this twist? Can she continue to be the boss in the boardroom, while submitting in the bedroom?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange.
Conflict. My mind was fighting the urge to tell him to go to hell while at the same time my body was priming itself for what it hoped would come. Breathe, Jenna, breathe. This was definitely not going the way I had expected. Just what had I expected? Before I could decide how to answer him, he continued.
“Remove your skirt and your top, but leave your shoes on.”
“And I would appreciate it if you would address me as Mister Mansell or sir.”
I undid my top, one button at a time. Each open button revealed a tiny peek at the red satin corset beneath. My hopes at unnerving him were dashed—he remained as cool as the proverbial cucumber. Damn! A few seconds passed as though they were an hour.
“And the skirt, Miss Spencer. Don’t make me tell you again.”
I turned and bent over slightly as I undid the waist and wiggled the skirt down over my hips. This was where I still had a modicum of control and if I played my cards right he would be beside himself with desire. Hmm. Fat chance. I stepped carefully out of it and flung it over a nearby chair to join my top.
“Ah, stockings and garter belt and the panties. Mm. You look even better wearing them than I imagined,” he said with genuine appreciation in his voice. Then he added, “Thank you for obeying me,” he said.
I stood with my back to him, afraid of what he would see if I turned to face him. It was a strategy that had no hope of passing the test of time.
“Turn around, place your hands on your head, spread your legs and don’t move.”
I took a deep breath and did as he ordered, my humiliation complete as I stared down at him with a mixture of arousal and disgust. He was doing exactly what I had fantasized. I closed my eyes, afraid that he could literally watch my arousal leaking from me.
He let out a low whistle. “Stunning. Absolutely stunning. You have a body to be proud of, Jenna and I am honored that you are prepared to show it to me. Open your eyes.”
His appreciation of my lingerie-clad body caused me to blush, but I said nothing. If he noticed the wet patch in the crotch of my panties, he gave no indication. I opened my eyes and as he inspected me I glanced to one side. A pair of open handcuffs dangled from the arm of his chair. He followed my glance and smiled.
“Don’t worry, Jenna. You are more in control than you know. I am not a rapist. A sexual sadist—yes—but I don’t need to force myself on you. Though if you allow yourself to be secured, you’ll have an easier time. In your mind, you will have no choice. The big bad dominant will have taken what he wanted with you helpless to resist.” He picked up the cuffs, letting them dangle from his index finger. They clanged together ominously. His mirthless chuckle was equally ominous. And oh so exciting.