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Blurb
When Sophie Jameson first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of financial necessity than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over the years as she rocked her leather corsets and boots while wielding every crop and flogger imaginable, she grew to love the thrill and adulation that her clients brought her. But all along, her path in life and her heart was with a different professionâone she was planning to embark on at the summerâs end.
And then he changed everything. Tall, dark, impossibly builtâWilliam was the complete opposite of whatever image a male sub conjured up. After all the subs, Sophie finally felt true lust and desire. Although he was the proud stallion who needed breaking, he became the one to make her break all her rules and let down all her walls.
But it was just supposed to be for that one night, but an accidental encounter days later outside Club 1740âs protected walls had the two seeing each other in a different lightâas simply Sophie and William, not Domme and sub. While they should have parted ways, they couldnât. While they should never have gone back to her place, they did.
And that simple mistake has a serious price for both of them.
Subordination Excerpt
In the distance, a figure crested the hill on his way down from the mountain. Something about the man appeared familiar. Over the years of running at the park, I was used to seeing fellow running acquaintances. But as the incredibly built man grew nearer, my stomach lurched. Oh no, this wasnât possible. I couldnât literally be running into someone Iâd been in a scene with the night before. In the five years Iâd worked at 1740, I had never, ever run into a client.
We were within a few feet of each other when he gave a complimentary nod of hello. Then he literally skidded to a stop, sending bits of gravel flying around us. Just as I started to pass him, acknowledgement of who I truly was flashed on his face.
FUUUUUCK I screamed in my head. With everything I had in me, I raced ahead.
âMistress Juliette?â he called.
Those two little words from his mouth send me tripping over a limb. As I sprawled onto the ground, my knees bumped along the uneven terrain. Once I came to a stop, pain raged all through my body, although it was excruciatingly centralized in my right ankle.
I rolled into a sitting position and brought my hand to my tennis shoe. âFuck,â I muttered. It was to address both the pain and the fact that a shadow had crossed over me. A bulky shadow belonging to the only sub I had ever let myself go with.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry, Mistress.â
My gaze spun wildly around the clearing. âStop calling me that!â I hissed.
âIâm sorry. Are you all right?â
Damn, that voice of his. Momentarily forgetting my ankle, I could feel myself growing wet just from the deep timbre, not to mention how sexy his concern was.
âNo, actually, Iâm not.â I jerked my gaze from my foot up to his handsome face. âMy ankle is throbbing like a mother fucker, not to mention Iâm mortified as hell I just busted my ass right in front of you.â
The corners of his lips fluttered, and I could tell he was fighting the urge not to laugh at me. Without a word, he knelt down beside me. âLet me take a look.â
I jerked my foot away from his overeager hands, which caused me to wince from the pain. âI think youâve done enough already.â
Cocking his dark brows at me, he said, âMy mistressâs health and well-being is always my upmost concern.â
I fought the urge to smack him and not so he could get off on it. âHereâs a newsflash for you. We are not in 1740 anymore, Toto, so this whole sub taking care of his mistress bullshit isnât going to fly.â
âIâm not in to dog play,â he countered, with a wink.
âYeah, well, last time I checked, youâre not sporting my collar, so Iâm not your mistress.â
âOuch, you really bring out the claws when youâre hurting, donât you?â When I opened my mouth to lay into him again, he brought a finger over my lips. âQuit your bitching, and let me check out your ankle, okay?â
âAre you a doctor or paramedic in real life?â
He smiled, causing those delicious dimples of his to pop out. âNo, not quite.â
âThen how do I know youâre actually qualified to look at my ankle and not just wanting to cop a feel of my foot?â
With a chuckle, he replied, âDonât have a foot fetish either.â
As he slid my tennis shoe off, I hissed. âAnswer the question.â
âEasy now,â he murmured.
âWhat qualifies you to look at my ankle?â I demanded.
âI used to be a football coach.â
âProfessional?â
He laughed. âNo, high school.â
âOh,â I murmured.
âYeah, you bandage at least one sprained ankle every game.â He glanced up at me. âYours doesnât feel sprained, but itâs definitely swollen. I have a first aid kit in my truck. I can bandage it for you.â
I eyed him suspiciously. As a submissive, I knew he truly subscribed to the code of conduct that his mistress always came first. But we werenât in the club, and although club management did background checks that rivaled the FBI, he was still a stranger to me. Well, a stranger who Iâd seen naked and bent over a spanking horse.
Knowing that I didnât really have a choice, I huffed out a frustrated breath. âOkay, fine. Iâll let you take care of my ankle.â
âTry not to sound so excited about it, okay?â William said with a teasing expression.
About the Author
Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.