Relentless Dominance

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 53,000
1 Ratings (5.0)

When a skilled Dominance Master joins Julian and Kayla in the playroom, Kayla desires more than she should.

Kayla Quinn is living out a dream after falling in love with her high school crush. The two reconnected at a club that caters to matching couples with similar fetishes—in their case, Dominance and submission. Over the past few months Julian has introduced her to a world she'd only fantasized about. Now he wants to kick things up a notch, but is she ready for what he requests next?

Julian Anders never wanted a commitment. He didn't do relationships. That was until he ran into Kayla at the club. It wasn't long before he wanted her all for himself. He never expected to fall so hard for the stunning beauty. Their exploration in the bedroom has been of the slap-and-tickle variety, but they're both ready for something more.

As the two explore their sexual desires, Julian ups the stakes by introducing her to a prominent Master in the BDSM lifestyle. Things are about to get hotter. Can Kayla do what Julian wants? What happens when she decides she'd like more than one Dom in the bedroom?

Content Warning: contains explicit sexual content, including m/f and m/f/m sexual interaction, and BDSM themes

Relentless Dominance
1 Ratings (5.0)

Relentless Dominance

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 53,000
1 Ratings (5.0)
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"How about we take a shower?" Julian rested his hand on her neck, rubbing his thumb along her jaw. "I'll de-stress you."

"I have a better idea." Kayla kissed the pad of his thumb when he swiped it over her lips. "If you agree."

"What would that be?" He focused on her mouth.

"Let me submit to you tonight." She licked her lips. "In the spare room."

They didn't enter the secret room down the hall from his bedroom often, but when they did, it was always a thrilling experience. Julian was domineering by nature, especially in the bedroom, but because of her inexperience, he tended to go easy on her. The only place he truly let go and showed her what he really wanted was in that spare room. That was his space. His domain.

"Not only do you want to surrender to me, but you want to do it in a place where you know I won't hold back?"

"Please." Don't deny me.

He needed this as much as she did. She was certain the atmosphere of the club had aroused him. He needed the release. She wanted to provide it for him.

"I'll meet you in there in ten minutes," he said in a low voice. "You know what I expect."

She nodded.

"Go." He pointed to the staircase.

She scampered upstairs and to the master bathroom. Taking a long, slow breath, she stared at herself in the mirror. A tremble coursed through her as she exhaled. Stripping off her clothes, she tried to calm her mind. Each time they entered that room, Julian took her to new heights. Not just physically, but when they were finished, the connection between them seem to grow. Their intimacy brought them closer. The things he did to her body left her reeling for more.

Taking her time, she made her way down the dark hallway to the forbidden room. That was her special name for the space Julian kept hidden away from the rest of the world. He'd only introduced her to it two other times, but in both instances, she saw the satisfaction that room gave him. He was in his element, and that made her want to give him everything she had.

She turned the handle on the door, entering slowly, but she knew he wouldn't be in there yet. He'd given her specific instructions. What he wanted and how he expected her to act when she was in this room. The full moon shone in from the large windows, giving off enough light for her to see the switch. She dulled the lights, keeping it dim. She made her way to the corner of the room. She spied a table as she dropped to her knees and waited for him to enter. That was new. They hadn't been in there since before Christmas, but she'd never seen it before. It reminded her of a massage table. The long, narrow object draped in a black satin sheet was supported by four legs. She kept her focus on the table, wondering what it was used for. What would he do to her on it?

His footsteps got closer as he walked down the hall, and her heart raced with each step. His feet would be bare when he entered. She could see his presence underneath the door as he opened it. On his way toward her, he stopped by the table and placed a glass on the floor. She wasn't supposed to be watching him, so she quickly dropped her head, focusing on the perfectly polished cherry floors.

"You caught yourself." He circled around her, taking in her naked form. "I should punish you, but since you corrected your mistake before I was fully in your view, I'm going to let it slide this one time. I realize this environment is still very new to you."

"Thank you," she mumbled.

"Do you remember what I want when I come in here?"


"Remind me."

The reminder was for her. "I'm to be naked and at your mercy." He stopped in front of her as she spoke. "On my knees and ready for your command."

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