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Subordination
by
Katie Ashley
Subordination
by
Katie Ashley
~ Synopsis ~
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 profession—one she was planning
to embark on at the summer’s end.
And then he changed everything. Tall, dark,
impossibly built—William 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 1740’s protected
walls had the two seeing each other in a different light—as simply Sophie and
William, not Domme and sub. While they should have parted ways, they couldn’t.
While they should never have gone back to her place, they did.
And that simple mistake has a serious
price for both of them.
~ 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 wasn’t possible. I
couldn’t literally be running into someone I’d been in a scene with the night
before. In the five years I’d 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.
“Mistress
Juliette?” 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. “Fuck,” 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.
“Oh
my God, I’m so sorry, Mistress.”
My
gaze spun wildly around the clearing. “Stop calling me that!” I hissed.
“I’m
sorry. Are you all right?”
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.
“No,
actually, I’m not.” I jerked my gaze from my foot up to his handsome face. “My
ankle is throbbing like a mother fucker, not to mention I’m mortified as hell I
just busted my ass right in front of you.”
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. “Let me take a look.”
I
jerked my foot away from his overeager hands, which caused me to wince from the
pain. “I think you’ve done enough already.”
Cocking
his dark brows at me, he said, “My mistress’s health and well-being is always
my upmost concern.”
I
fought the urge to smack him and not so he could get off on it. “Here’s a
newsflash for you. We are not in 1740 anymore, Toto, so this whole sub taking
care of his mistress bullshit isn’t going to fly.”
“I’m
not in to dog play,” he countered, with a wink.
“Yeah,
well, last time I checked, you’re not sporting my collar, so I’m not your
mistress.”
“Ouch,
you really bring out the claws when you’re hurting, don’t you?” When I opened
my mouth to lay into him again, he brought a finger over my lips. “Quit your
bitching, and let me check out your ankle, okay?”
“Are
you a doctor or paramedic in real life?”
He
smiled, causing those delicious dimples of his to pop out. “No, not quite.”
“Then
how do I know you’re actually qualified to look at my ankle and not just
wanting to cop a feel of my foot?”
With
a chuckle, he replied, “Don’t have a foot fetish either.”
As
he slid my tennis shoe off, I hissed. “Answer the question.”
“Easy
now,” he murmured.
“What
qualifies you to look at my ankle?” I demanded.
“I
used to be a football coach.”
“Professional?”
He
laughed. “No, high school.”
“Oh,”
I murmured.
“Yeah,
you bandage at least one sprained ankle every game.” He glanced up at me.
“Yours doesn’t feel sprained, but it’s definitely swollen. I have a first aid
kit in my truck. I can bandage it for you.”
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 weren’t 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 I’d seen naked and bent over a
spanking horse.
Knowing
that I didn’t really have a choice, I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Okay,
fine. I’ll let you take care of my ankle.”
“Try
not to sound so excited about it, okay?” 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.
~ Connect with Katie ~
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