Boss (38 page)
“Marcus Cavendish. A Dominant, and friend of the groom’s. I met Lana about six months ago. She’s come a long way in the lifestyle. Ben’s a lucky man to have earned the submission of such a lovely woman.”
Julia felt as if Marcus were speaking a foreign language.
“If you promise to behave yourself, I’ll explain what’s happening.”
She nodded.
At the front of the room, Lana stood and faced Ben.
“Would you like to offer your submission?” Ben asked.
Lana tipped back her head. “Yes, Sir, I would.”
Damien picked up something from the mantel and offered it to Ben. Julia stood on her toes, trying to get a better look.
“To the vanilla world it looks like a silver necklace with a lock on it,” Marcus said. “But those of us in the lifestyle recognise it for what it is. A collar.”
“Collar?” Julia repeated. The word startled her so much that she didn’t think to ask what he meant by lifestyle.
“Some people use dog collars from the pet store,” he said.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.”
She wrapped her arms around her middle. “In this case, it appears to be an ordinary piece of jewellery, but it likely has a hex screw so that she can’t remove it.”
Ben accepted the necklace from Damien and passed the chain through the flame of an enormous candle.
“He’s purifying the metal,” Marcus explained. “And then he’ll ask her again if her submission is given of her own free will.”
Ben looked down at Lana and captured her chin before saying, “I offer you this collar as a symbol of my love, and as a promise to be a kind, consistent and honourable Master. In return, I will demand your servitude. I will enforce the rules we have agreed to, and I will never touch you in anger.”
Lana linked her hands at the small of her back, while she continued to meet her new husband’s gaze. Firmly she said, “I accept your gift. In return, I offer my humble devotion and a promise of my servitude.”
To Julia, the words sounded just as practised as their traditional vows had.
“We’re here in front of our friends and mentors, and I want everyone to hear your assurance that you are willingly agreeing to be my slave.”
The blood chilled in Julia’s veins. As if Marcus sensed it, he tightened his grip on her. Oddly, the touch reassured and grounded her rather than annoyed her.
“I am joyfully agreeing to be your slave, Sir.”
Even from the distance and in the dim lighting, Julia saw Lana’s smile.
“In fact, I’m begging for the honour. Sir, please collar me.”
About the Author
Sierra Cartwright was born in Manchester, England and raised in Colorado. Moving to the United States was nothing like her young imagination had concocted. She expected to see cowboys everywhere, and a covered wagon or two would have been really nice!
Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don’t ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she’s yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)
Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that's her biggest claim to fame. Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.
She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.
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