When kink and reality collide, compromise and love keep everyone satisfied.
After living a BDSM lifestyle for ten years, Polly is devastated when her husband and Dom dies. Although she is capable of supporting her daughters and maintaining her home, she aches for the companionship of a partner and the dominance of a sexual master.
A decade has passed since David lost Polly to his best friend. Even after all those years, the angel who got away still holds his heart. The death of Polly's husband brings them back together, but leftover feelings throw their hearts back to where they first began—young and in love. David knows how to be a Dom, but being a husband and father is another story. On top of the new family structure, major tension is brewing within a group of BDSM couples in their area. David's dreams are coming true, but being a Dom has never been as challenging—not when failure means losing his angel.
Note: This book has been previously published.
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"You're making good progress," David said and nodded as he flipped pages. "Okay, this is good. You should be able to finish today, so we can start things tonight."
Polly wanted to ask what he meant about starting tonight but held her tongue. Sometimes surprises were wonderful things, and other times she had to use her own power of deduction. Polly hoped it meant they would start the physical side of their relationship. It had been much too long since she'd known the touch of a man, and she hurt from the nights spent cuddled with David with no relief.
"Do you have any questions about the contract? Anything you don't understand or don't agree with?" he asked, continuing to nod through the questions.
"Why the big contract? I read it all and the last line says we can toss it whenever I choose. Why go to this trouble?"
He nodded again and set the paper aside. The tea he didn't care for was doctored heavily with sugar, but he still winced when he took a drink. He was trying to acquire the taste for green tea for its medicinal uses, but it wasn't easy going.
"You signed the most important contract of my life three days ago, sweetheart. You married me and that means we're bound together in the eyes of God for the rest of our days. That beats the hell out of any earthly contract I offer. I don't pretend to know the future so I leave it alone, but I want you to know I'm serious. This contract is nice because it clears things up right from the start, but it's not the end-all-be-all of our relationship. I love you, and that comes first."
"I love you too, Sir. It's—it's still a little hard to believe it happened so fast."
"I've loved you for ten years, Polly. Every woman I've spanked these past years, anyone I kissed or fucked, had your face. It was wrong, but it's true. I've wanted you, and when my best friend called and told me he was dying the first thing I thought was 'hell, I'll miss him'. The second thing that crossed my mind was with him out of the picture I could finally have a chance with you. Love for you drives me, just like what you feel for me, drives you. It's what makes this work."
"I'd like to sign the papers, Sir."
"I'd like you to do that as well."
She accepted the pen and packet, and with a smile, she signed the bottom of the last two pages. He pulled off the blank essay parts and tucked the completed sheets in his pocket. He handed her the essays and a pen.
"Your homework. I'll take care of lunch before I go to work, but I want the essays done before tonight. We've got plans that I need to study on first."