Master of My Mind BN (36 page)

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart,” Tony
warned in an edgy growl.

“Oh, I can finish this for you, Master. Trust me.” I
countered with a playful wink.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, pet. You have no idea how
deeply I can crawl inside your mind.”

I let the dress puddle to the floor and eased to my knees.
Skimming my palms on the carpet toward him, my ass resting on my feet, I
stretched my neck upward and looked into his eyes.

“Show me. Please. Show me all the ways you yearn to master
my mind.”

Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. She loves music,
cooking, camping, and riding Harleys in the country. At thirteen, she began
writing short stories and poetry, dreaming of one day becoming an author.

Now that her four children are grown, she has time to paint
with words the pictures in her twisted mind. Outgoing with a warped sense of
humor, she’s never once been accused of being shy or introverted. With close to
twenty years of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives
to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice.

Web site:
http://www.jennajacob.com

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SAVING MY SUBMISSION
– The fourth book in Jenna’s
BDSM Erotic Romance Series:
The
Doms
of Genesis
will be available soon.

THE BOLD AND THE DOMINANT
– The third book in
The
Doms
of Her Life
collaboration Jenna co-authors with New York Times Bestselling Author, Shayla
Black and Isabella
LaPearl
.

The heat is on between Hammer, Liam and
Raine
,
but what twists and turns are in store for our combustible trio? Take a look:

After spending weeks trying to reach
Raine
Kendall, Dominants Liam O’Neill and
Macen
Hammerman
have finally broken past the walls to their
submissive’s
wounded heart. Before they can enjoy their
newfound closeness, Liam’s past comes back to haunt him when his ex-wife drops
in—with a secret that could tear his world apart. Forced to leave
Raine
in Hammer’s care, Liam is stuck on the outside,
stewing in frustration and insecurity…and wondering if
Raine
no longer needs him or if Hammer alone completes her.

Always the pillar of strength, Hammer tries to help Liam
while sheltering their woman. But
Raine
soon
discovers the truth that threatens the trio’s chance of a happily-ever-after.
Determined to hold them together, the two men cook up a scheme to uncover the
ex’s secret. When an old nemesis returns and targets
Raine
,
can Liam and Hammer come together to slay the danger and save the woman they
both love?

By Shayla Black

Available Now

CALLIE trembled as she lay back on the padded table and Sean
Kirkpatrick’s strong fingers wrapped around her cuffed wrist, guiding it back
to the bindings above her head.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she murmured.

He paused,
then
drew in a breath as
if he sought patience. “Breathe, lovely.”

That gentle, deep brogue of his native Scotland brought her
peace. His voice both aroused and soothed her, and she tried to let those
feelings wash through her.

“Can you do that for me?” he asked.

His fingers uncurled from her wrist, and he grazed the
inside of her outstretched arm with his knuckles. As always, his touch was full
of quiet strength. He made her ache. She shivered again, this time for an
entirely different reason.

“I’ll try.”

Sean shook his head, his deep blue eyes seeming to see
everything she tried to hide inside. That penetrating stare scared the hell out
of her. What did he see when he looked at her? How much about the real her had
he pieced together?

The thought made her panic. No one could know her secret.
No one.
She’d kept it from everyone, even Thorpe, during her
four years at Dominion. She’d finally found a place where she felt safe, com-
fortable
. Of course she’d have to give it up someday,
probably soon. She always did. But please, not yet.

Deep breath.
Don’t panic. He wants
your submission, not your secrets.

“You’ll need to do better than try. You’ve been ‘trying’ for
over six months,” he reminded her gently. “Do you think I’d truly hurt you?”

No. Sean didn’t seem to have a violent bone in his body. He
wasn’t a sadist. He never gripped her harshly. He never even raised his voice.
She’d jokingly thought of him as the sub whisperer because he pushed her
boundaries with a gentleness she found both irresistible and insidious.
Certainly, he’d dragged far more out of her than any other man had. Tirelessly,
he’d worked to earn her trust. Callie felt terrible that she could never give
it, not when doing so could be fatal.

Guilt battered her. She should stop wasting his time.

“I know you wouldn’t,” she assured, blinking up at him,
willing him to understand.

“Of course not.”
He pressed his
chest over hers, leaning closer to delve into her eyes.

Callie couldn’t resist lowering her lids, shutting out the
rest of the world. Even knowing she shouldn’t, she sank into the soft
reassurance of his kiss. Each brush of his lips over hers soothed and aroused.
Every time he touched her, her heart raced. Her skin grew tight. Her nipples
hardened. Her pussy moistened and swelled. Her heart ached. Sean Kirkpatrick
would be so easy to love.

As his fingers filtered into her hair, cradling her scalp,
she exhaled and melted into his kiss—just for a sweet moment. It was the only
one she could afford.

A fierce yearning filled her. She longed for him to peel off
his clothes, kiss her with that determination she often saw stamped into his
eyes, and take her with the single-minded fervor she knew he was capable of.
But in the months since he’d collared her, he’d done nothing more than stroke
her body, tease her, and grant her orgasms when he thought she’d earned them.
She hadn’t let him fully restrain her. And he hadn’t yet taken her to bed.

Not knowing the feel of him deep inside her, of waiting and
wanting
until her body throbbed relentlessly, was making
her buckets full of crazy.

After another skillful brush of his lips, Sean ended the
kiss and lifted his head, breathing hard. She clung, not ready to let him go.
How had he gotten under her skin so quickly? His tenderness filled her veins
like a drug. The way he had addicted Callie terrified her.

“I want you. Sean, please . . .” She damn near wept.

With a broad hand, he swept the stray hair from her face.
Regret softened his blue eyes before he ever said a word. “If you’re not ready
to trust me as your Dom, do you think you’re ready for me as a lover? I want
you completely open to me before we take that step. All you have to do is trust
me, lovely.”

Callie slammed her eyes shut. This was so fucking pointless.
She wanted to trust Sean, yearned to give him everything—devotion, honesty,
faith. Her past ensured that she’d never give any of those to anyone. But he
had feelings for her. About that, she had no doubt. They’d grown just as hers
had, unexpectedly, over time, a fledgling limb morphing into a sturdy vine that
eventually created a bud just waiting to blossom . . . or die.

She knew which. They could never have more than this
faltering Dom/sub relationship, destined to perish in a premature winter.

The responsible choice would be to call her safe word, walk
out,
quit
him. Release them both from this hell. Never
look back.

For the first time in nearly a decade, Callie worried that
she might not have the strength to say good-bye.

What was wrong with her tonight? She was too emotional. She
needed to pull up her big-girl panties and snap on her bratty attitude, pretend
that nothing mattered. It was how she’d coped for years. But she couldn’t seem
to manage that with Sean.

“You’re up in your head, instead of here with me,” he gently
rebuked her.

Another dose of guilt blistered her.
“Sorry,
Sir.”

Sean sighed heavily, stood straight, then held out his hand
to her. “Come with me.”

Callie winced. If he intended to stop the scene, that could
only mean he wanted to talk. These sessions where he tried to dig through her
psyche became more painful than the sexless nights she spent in unfulfilled
longing under his sensual torture.

Swallowing down her frustration, she dredged up her courage,
then
put her hand in his.

Holding her in a steady grip, Sean led her to the far side
of Dominion’s dungeon, to a bench in a shadowed corner. As soon as she could
see the rest of the room, Callie felt eyes on her, searing her skin. With a
nonchalant glance, she looked at the others
sceneing
around them, but they seemed lost in their own world of pleasure, pain, groans,
sweat, and need. A lingering sweep of the room revealed another sight that had
the power to drop her to her knees.
Thorpe in the shadows.
Staring.
At her with Sean.
His expression wasn’t one of disapproval exactly . . . but he wasn’t pleased.

Sean sat,
then
pulled her onto his
lap, supporting her back with a strong grip around her waist. He cupped her
chin in his palm and sent her a pointed glance.
“Eyes on me,
lovely.”

She complied, trying not to think about the fact that it was
getting harder and harder to meet his stare and not give
herself
to him for real.

Originally, she’d allowed Sean into her life because he
irritated Thorpe, who sometimes looked at her as if she were the brightest star
in the sky, then always chose another woman to master. She’d wanted to make him
jealous. Hell, she’d wanted to see if he even gave a shit. Sean had walked into
the club with his quiet sophistication and dry humor, taken one look at her,
and never glanced at anyone else. It had done her ego a world of good—until
Thorpe had removed his protection and allowed Sean to collar her. Without so
much as blinking, he’d let her go.

So why the hell was Thorpe watching her now?

“You’re away with the fairies, Callie. Get out of your
head,” Sean growled. “Focus on me. Or we’ll end tonight now.”