Deception, Dominance, Desire (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 47,030
4 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren LoveEdge: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Nothing could have prepared Rose for the ugly truth of her mother and her aunt’s secret past that forces her world to crumble down around her. Mistress Adams has arrived to collect a debt and the payment is Rose. There is no escape as Rose is catapulted into a world of degradation and submission by a woman who sells her virginity to a man who has purchased her for his son.
Joshua MacArthur, against his better judgment, accepts his father’s gift, a submissive for the summer. Only Rose isn’t anything like he had imagined. Rose too is surprised by the man who is now her Master. She finds herself questioning who she really is and why she wants to please this man.
Their desire for one another turns into something that has them questioning everything they’ve ever known. However, Mistress Adams isn’t through with Rose yet. Only this time the ramifications are deadly.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Kallissa Alexander is a Siren-exclusive author.
Deception, Dominance, Desire (MF)
4 Ratings (4.5)

Deception, Dominance, Desire (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 47,030
4 Ratings (4.5)
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This is an awesome book.
I'd give it 9.5 outta 10 if I could! I just wish that then end (in the limo etc) coukd have been expanded a little more.




Joshua McArthur took a sip of his beer and looked out the window that overlooked a courtyard with manicured gardens. In a few minutes his father’s delayed graduation gift would arrive. The man had no boundaries. He was a control freak who had been married several times, but in all those marriages, he had only one child. How he wished he had brothers and sisters who could have shared his father’s attention. Instead, his father had lavished and indulged him without reservation. Except for this one thing. On the subject of dominance and submission, his father had taken a firm stand.

“I know you think I’m a little nuts, and maybe I am, but I know the nature of the men in our family and you’re no different.”

“Thanks to your insistence, I’ve fucked women that like me to tie them up and spank them. They can be a lot of fun to play with. But, to actually go out and buy me a virgin to fuck for the summer, I mean, even you have to see that as being sick. And what kind of woman saves her virginity for something like this?”

“I’ll admit they are hard to come by. However, she’s a born submissive that learned early to save herself for the highest bidder. Who are we to question her motives? Some things are inherent. My father was a dominant and his before him and so on. This is a rite of passage, son.”

“Have all your wives been submissive?”

“That’s a loaded question since one of them was your mother. Although I’m surprised you haven’t asked me before. But I’ll answer it. All of them except your mother. She’s the one woman I was never able to control,” he said, with a smile. “That one was a handful and I still love her, mostly for giving me you. I only want a submissive for my darker pleasures. That’s why I pay for them now. You get what you want without any strings attached.

“And if I say no to this gift?”

“You won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because we’re talking about it. And once you’ve seen her naked and she’s tied up and looking at you with those big green cat eyes of hers begging you for mercy, you’ll be calling me to thank me.”

Joshua shook his head. “This is crazy.”

As much as he didn’t understand his father, he loved him and his business aptitude couldn’t be denied. Yet, when it came to women, the man had no sense and no limits—at least not as far as he was concerned. Owning a submissive wasn’t something he cared to do, but this once, he would concede to his father’s wishes if it meant this one act would be enough to forget about his son’s sex life and let him concentrate on business. That’s where both he and his father excelled.

His father had taken the family company to a whole new level since he had taken over for his grandfather ten years earlier. His father had insisted that he work summers in the factory and learn the business from the ground up. It had been invaluable experience that he had put to good use these last two years. After college he had gone to Europe and learned about the international side of the business. He knew someday it would all be his and as much as he sometimes resented his father, he couldn’t help but respect him. But this wasn’t business and what he proposed had made him question his father’s sanity. Crazy didn’t run in the family, but he would have to keep an eye on him in the future, that was for sure. But again, if this was what it took to get his father out of his sex life, so be it.

He’d let his father think he was going along with his plan for the summer. However, he wasn’t sure he’d even fuck the girl. He didn’t like having anyone choose his women. But, from what his father had told him, she was well trained in how to please a man and that meant cooking, cleaning, and taking care of him. She could be useful since his housekeeper had left to get married a few weeks earlier. Timing was everything, and if she could do what was needed around the place, she might prove useful.

He heard the doorbell ring. The front desk guard had announced her a few minutes earlier. He looked at his watch. She was punctual. His father said she would arrive around two o’clock and it was two o’clock right on the nose. He walked through the apartment to the foyer and opened the door.

Large, luminous green eyes that tilted up slightly looked into his hesitantly. She had a suitcase with her. She didn’t smile. She stood so still, he wondered if she were real or a mannequin from one of the department stores. It was then that he noticed that her bottom lip quivered slightly. She appeared nervous.

“I take it you’re Rose,” he said.

“Yes, I am, Master,” she said softly, lowering her eyes.

“Come in.”




“I want you naked and on your knees in front of me by the time I count to ten.”

“Joshua,” she breathed, with tears in her eyes. He was punishing her. Anger brought out his dominance. She hated that they couldn’t work through his anger issues like normal people. But their relationship was anything but normal. She wasn’t his girlfriend, she was his submissive. She had no rights. She was his to do with as he wished, and right now, he wanted her on her knees and naked.


She dropped her purse and looked down and away from him as she unbuttoned her blouse. She felt herself shiver involuntarily. She quickly shrugged it off her shoulders, tossing it on the floor as he continued to count. Kicking off her sneakers, she bent down and removed her socks.


She stood back up and with trembling fingers unhooked her bra and let it drop. He was almost to ten. She didn’t dare look at him. Wiggling out of her jeans and panties she stepped out of them and fell immediately down on her knees. She placed her hands palms upward on her thighs and kept her eyes downcast.


He walked away, leaving her kneeling naked on the hard floor. She glanced from beneath her eyelashes, but he was nowhere to be seen. She wondered how long he was planning on leaving her like this. She had groceries to put away.

She looked at the clock above the refrigerator. She had been kneeling for fifteen minutes. Her knees hurt. He had never done this to her before. She tried to think of other things and not the ice cream that would be milk shortly if she didn’t put it in the freezer.

She felt a sharp tug on her hair as the clip she had used to pin it was released. She hadn’t heard him approach. Her hair fell in thick waves down around her shoulders. She gasped inwardly but remained in position. No resistance of any kind was what he would expect of his submissive.

He continued to stand behind her in silence. Black silk was pressed against her eyelids. She felt him tighten the cool material before he tied it behind her head. She hated not knowing what he was going to do next, but being blindfolded was all part of his control. Her mouth felt dry. She prayed he wasn’t going to use a ball gag on her. He knelt behind her, his breath on her neck. He reached around her and grabbed each of her wrists. He brought them behind her back where he secured them tightly with another scarf, but not so tight that it cut off her circulation.

She heard him move away from her. He was opening the bags of groceries. Was he actually putting things away?

“Don’t forget the ice cream.” She immediately regretted her words. She knew she had made a mistake when he stopped what he was doing and walked over to stand in front of her.

Without warning she felt the sharp sting of what felt like a flogger on her naked breasts.

“You will not speak until I give you permission.”

Again, the ends of the flogger hit both her breasts. She wanted to cry out, but she bit her lip instead.

She heard the rustle of groceries bags and then the refrigerator opening and closing. He opened the pantry door and a minute or so later closed it. Then it was quiet. She lost track of how much time had passed. She was stiff and uncomfortable and although she wasn’t sure, she thought he might still be in the kitchen.

“Stand on your knees.”

She jerked. His command was so cold and unemotional. A frisson of fear ran up her spine. This was the man she had expected to meet.

She quickly lifted to stand on her knees.

“Spread your legs wide.”

He was directly in front of her. She could hear him breathing. She spread her legs as wide as she could. She knew what was coming and braced herself.

The flogger hit her between her legs, the impact mostly on her thighs. She yelped. He took the end and parted her labia. She tried not to move. He brought the end piece to her lips and pressed. She opened them as he pushed the juice-covered handle into her mouth. She could taste herself. How could she possibly be wet for him?

He pulled it from her mouth and pushed it into her pussy again. She wanted to cry out, but not in pain. Her entire body was taut and on edge with what was now desire. The pounding ache of her need for him was overwhelming all her other senses. She wanted him to torment her like this. 

She felt the end of it reenter her pussy. She moaned as Joshua began to fuck her with it. She lifted herself so he could better angle it. She had no control over her urges. She had thought she was above this, but her pussy was greedily grabbing the end of the flogger as she rode it. She wasn’t just tolerating what he was doing to her, she was embracing it. When he removed it, she whimpered. She wanted to come so badly.

He untied her hands only to push her gently back against the floor to retie them above her head. The flogger snapped against both her nipples. She cried out. She ached for release.

Please, Joshua,” she cried out, forgetting to be silent. “Please.”

“What do you want, Rose? Tell me what you want."

His demand sounded hollow, more like a plea. Why was it so important to him she want him?

She knew she couldn't deny him or herself. “I want you,” she cried out wantonly. "Please, Joshua, I want you to fuck me."

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