Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his defection and ready to re-immerse herself in the world she needed and missed so much – without his help. One scene proves how wrong she was, and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She just didn’t count on her growing feelings for the strict Dom, or his refusal to take her over completely, the way she craves.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a ménage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbed to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip, only to return and discover nothing has changed – he still wants Krista with an ache that won’t be assuaged by anyone else.

Unable to resist stepping in when Krista gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needs. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or has he gambled everything only to lose it all in the end?

Publisher’s Note: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange and explicit scenes.

Excerpt

 

“Why didn’t you stop?” he growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.

“I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone. “She should’ve spoken up louder.”

Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration-damp body as she collapsed into his arms. Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again. Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her. Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.

“My apologies.”

Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance, and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again. His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else. Dax sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub. That job had just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death. Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.” Ignoring Krista’s sudden stiffening, Dax yanked the dress over her head and jerked it down. Kneeling, he held up her panties as he looked up into her frowning face. “Hold on to my shoulders and step in.”

Good, she didn’t argue, even though he could see she wanted to in the way her eyes snapped with blue fire. Her small hands gripped his wide shoulders and the warmth penetrated his silk shirt. He didn’t bother resisting the temptation to run the backs of his knuckles up her smooth, bare legs as he pulled her panties up. The saliva in his mouth increased when he saw her denuded labia and the telltale glistening sheen that had been absent when he’d first spotted her. But all he had to do to get his rising lust under control was conjure up the sight of the two rising welts across her buttocks and the tears shimmering in her eyes when he’d removed the blindfold. Tears of frustration, confusion, pleasure, release or even irritation with a Dom were all good. But not from fear or pain that went beyond a sub’s threshold. Another sin the asshole she’d hooked up with should answer for.

Pushing to his feet, Dax injected a note of steely authority into his voice as he stated, “Come with me. I’ll drive you home and you can explain yourself.” The sharp yank on his hand after he clasped hers and turned toward the entrance drew him back around with a frown. He was itching to get her out of this fucking place.

“I appreciate you’re—”

Shaking his head, Dax cut her off. Bending down, he spoke loud and clear enough in her ear to be heard over the noise. “Now, or you’ll feel my hand on top of the cane marks.”