Can Jessica allow one man to control her again?
After Jessica Williams, 51, escaped an abusive relationship with a sadistic pretend-Dom in her late twenties, she vowed never again to risk getting involved with dominant men. Since then, if she dates, it’s with meek, boring, safe men. She knows they can never satisfy her—but at least they can’t dominate and abuse her.
Estranged from her father, haunted by her past, and filled with fear—can she ever learn to trust again, to love again? But suddenly a decision has to be made. She’s come face-to-face with Aiden Dowling, 54—a confident, attractive Dom, who looks at her like an apex predator eyeing dessert. And he makes it very clear he wants her as his submissive. However, if she accepts, can she believe he won’t abuse that trust?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys
“Ah yes, Ms. Williams. You were to have an appointment with our CEO, Mr. Ward, but unfortunately, he has been called away abruptly. If you’ll just take a seat.”
Jessica moved to the formal arrangement of single sofas and a low-slung coffee table. She sat down, wondering who on earth she was going to see now. She’d spoken to Mr. Ward yesterday to confirm their appointment, but he had given her no inkling of exactly what the company wanted from her.
Gazing around, she noticed another bank of elevators here. Soft music played in the background, and as she sat trying to remember the song, she was called.
“Ms. Williams. This way, please.”
Jessica stood and following the guarding woman, approached a set of huge double doors. The PA opened one and ushered her inside. The inner sanctum at last, Jessica thought, trying not to giggle as she passed the woman, thanking her, and entered the vast room.
“Ah, Ms. Williams.”
A man stood.
Jessica felt it immediately as he moved from behind an enormous desk to stand in front of her, his hand outstretched. He almost prowled toward her, and as she grasped his hand, she felt a tingle of electricity.
“Lovely to meet you.” His voice was deep, rich, and very sexy. “I’m Aiden Dowling.”
She licked her lips as she shook his hand and said, “Hello.”
She had the sudden urge to take the pins holding the tight severe bun in place and shake her hair free, to undo the buttons on her crisp white shirt. He was sex in the flesh and she was reacting all the way from her toes to her hair. Between her legs, a sudden ache developed.
Aiden Dowling towered over her. He had to be about six foot eight or nine. She knew from his written description on the company website he was fifty-four, but seeing him, he looked younger.
His body had the grace of a well-toned athlete. His hair was cut short at the back and sides, but the top was longer with a cowlick that fell forward. She had the urge to brush it from his forehead. His face had a rugged beauty, a chiseled jaw, and a firm chin. Although he was clean-shaven, there was a hint of a five o’clock shadow. This man wasn’t classically handsome, but instead he exuded power, strength, and confidence. Oh, did she mention sex? Lots of sex.
But his eyes held Jessica spellbound.
They were pale green, and as he stared at her, Jessica had the impression they saw her as she truly was. They tore past the cool facade she wore, and instead delved deep into her soul.
It shook her.
The power he exuded on so many levels—business, confidence, domination, and sexuality.
This man would take no prisoners. He would overpower any opposition. He would stalk his prey and make them his own. And Jessica knew instantly she had just become his prey.
