Widow Eleanor Charter knows one thing—she does not want to marry again. Especially not to someone forceful and dominant. So why is Theo Moncur, the Earl of Glensmoor interested in her? As far as she is concerned any man who considers himself dominant, whether he is or not, will play no part in her life. She will be in charge of her own life.
Dominant Theo doesn’t have marriage on his mind. Having given his mistress her congé, his growing attraction toward Eleanor makes him wonder if she would fill that place. He sees something in her that appeals. The lady would be a perfect submissive—not that she agrees. However, the more he gets to know her, the more he understands she is the only lady for him. Now all he has to do is persuade Eleanor to agree.
Be Warned: BDSM, wax play, spanking
“Oh, my. I…” Eleanor put her palms to her cheeks and tried to stand up. Theo held her firm.
“It may be uncomfortable, but I prefer that to you on the other side of the room. If nothing else, it shows you how you affect me.” In addition, if the way her nipples showed hard and shadowy through her gown, and her cunt was clearly and lovingly outlined was any indication, he could bet he affected her in a similar manner. Somehow, Theo thought she didn’t realize just how much her gown showed. Of flimsy muslin with a delicate ribbon at the neckline … a neckline that barely covered those nipples he coveted, not a lot was left to imagination, even with a shawl draped over her. He decided not to mention it.
“That’s as may be, but is that the reason you are here?” Eleanor asked. “Because if it is … go away. I’m not interested in… Ouch.”
She glared at him as he tightened his grip on her and gave her a tiny tap on her mound.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Stopping you before I get really angry. Good God, woman, think more of yourself and me.” Theo let his inclination take over and tapped her cunt again, just as he had to cut her off mid-sentence. Not hard but enough to sting. “Of course, I want to make love to you. Make love, note, not have sex. But that is one small part of what I would like. What I desire. Of who I am. Now for the love of God, will you sit still and listen? Let me explain?”
The waves of nervous energy she emitted hit him hard. He hastened to reassure her. “Eleanor, it is nothing bad, I promise. I just wish to try to describe how joyous it can be for a Dominant and submissive to share their likes. To discuss what they prefer, what they enjoy, and how to achieve it. Then if it appeals, perhaps play a little? Nothing too hard or difficult. Just enough to, I hope, make you intrigued and want more.”
“Hmm.” She tilted her head back to stare at his face.
This close, he could see tiny flecks of gold in her eyes. “Hmm?”
“What would you suggest, my lord?”
Theo took a deep breath. He wanted to garner her interest, gain her trust and consent. However, he was certain it must be achieved in a way that would, if she enjoyed his dominance and wished to learn more, ease her into his lifestyle and life.
“Every Dominant I know, and believe me there are probably more of us in the circles we both move in than you would imagine, has their favorite ideas, activities, and scenarios they enjoy. Their pleasure stems from the pleasure they can share with their submissive. Mine are bondage, spanking, scribing, and wax play. Not all at once.”
Eleanor paled. Theo waited. Did such things not appeal? Had he read the signs wrong? Lord, he hoped not. Eventually, she blinked.
“That’s not to say I wouldn’t be open to anything you wish to discover. Or rediscover? You don’t seem as surprised as you might have been if you knew nothing at all about such things.”
It was as he thought. She was not unaware.