When Master Alexander says things will be on his terms, he means it!
From the moment I conceived of the idea for my recent book On His Terms, the hero intrigued me. I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of BDSM trainers, men and women who help turn a novice into an experienced submissive…for someone else.
And I’ve often wondered what it might be like if that trainer develops feelings for the sub and doesn’t want to turn the trainee over to someone else.
In this case, Master Alexander is a former trainer who has all-but given up on the lifestyle until Chelsea Barton approaches him at his birthday party. Chelsea has a few, ah, problems being a sub. Her natural naughtiness conflicts with her desires. (Honest, she’s not modeled after anyone I know!)
Until now, her less-than perfect behavior hasn’t been a problem. She owns a PR firm and she wants to sign the up-and-coming rocker, Evan C. She knows she can help get him to the top of the charts, and having him on her client list will boost her business.
And more than that, she wants the Dom for her very own.
Unfortunately, when she scenes with Evan C, it doesn’t go so well. He’s disappointed in her behavior.
As the take-charge woman she is, Chelsea launches Operation Snag Evan C. She turns to Master Alexander to train her to be the perfect sub.
But the more she learns about Master Alex, the more conflicted she becomes. She wants Master Evan C. So why can’t she stop thinking about her trainer?
I found myself relating to Chelsea. I’ve set out in life with dogged determination only to later step back and ask myself whether I really, really want what I am going after.
Has that ever happened to you?
An excerpt from On His Terms, book two in the Mastered series from Total-E-Bound:
Damn. He was relentless. She caught a glimpse of what he might be like as a trainer, and it terrified her as much as it intrigued her.
“Or excuse yourself now.”
She looked up from where she’d been staring into the depths of her wine.
He missed nothing.
“I liked that I had no idea what would happen next. My hearing seemed heightened. And when he touched me, the sensation was magnified.”
“One guy would sometimes swat my bottom when I passed him.” She had no idea this would be so embarrassing. There was nothing sexual about the conversation, rather, the facts were somewhat clinical. But that didn’t stop her from blushing. “Last Halloween, I attended a BDSM party. Compared to this…” She swept her hand around.
The gathering at Master Damien’s house was for people who lived the lifestyle. “Well, most of us were just dabbling. We wore outfits we bought at the costume store, but afterwards my date tied me up for the first time. It was just to his bed, and he used a light whip on my ass. I liked it. Well, enough to explore more. I wanted more experiences, but he said it really hadn’t worked for him all that well. He didn’t like hurting me. Even though I promised him he hadn’t.”
“You’re telling me most vanilla guys aren’t interested in spanking an ass like that?”
“I noticed you when you first came in, and you wore that skirt hoping I would.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I did.” It was one size smaller than she bought for business meetings, and she’d never wear it out in public. The material hugged her rear so tight she was nervous about sitting down.
“So show me.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Lift your skirt to your waist, turn around, spread your legs as far as you can, then bend over and grab your ankles.”
For a moment she could hardly breathe. He said nothing further, and he looked unconcerned, as if it didn’t matter to him one way or another whether she did as he said. She recognised it as a test, though.
He extended his hand to accept her glass. That was probably for the best—she was suddenly afraid of dropping it. He slid the stem onto the mantelpiece, then used his thumb to tip back his cowboy hat.
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