Kara was the victim of a brutal rape that occurred when she was seven. The event destroyed her family and left her fearful and distrustful of men.When Kara's brother embezzles $30,000 from Slade's company, Kara goes to Slade's office determined to talk him out of going to the police.Slade wants a peaceful, obedient, submissive with whom to share his life and in Kara he glimpses what he wants. He seizes the opportunity and makes Kara an offer she can't afford to refuse. The only way she can save her brother from certain prison is to accept Slade's marriage proposal and become his submissive.Kara faces her wedding with anxiety. She can't tell Slade she can't submit sexually without risking her brother's freedom, yet she doubts she'll be able to keep her promise to be a submissive, obedient wife.
This romance by Alyssa Aaron explores the role of trust in even the most mismatched of partnerships and explores the complex connections between dominance and submission while it demonstrates the power of real love to heal even the deepest wounds.
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Excerpt:
Slade stirred and woke with a start. He’d been dreaming of Kara. The musky floral scent she wore still teased the sleeptinged corners of his mind and the soft, husky tenor of her voice still filled his ears.
Between the cobwebs of remembered sleep and the scattered pieces of dreams he’d dislodged when he woke there was the solid knowledge that he wanted her.
Through no intention of her own, Kara’s sweet, innocent, nature had breathed life into long forgotten places. After she’d left his office he’d felt a sexual tug toward the natural dominance he’d buried. In one short meeting she’d managed to nudge to life all the dominant feelings he’d buried after Susan walked out.
He propped one arm behind his head, completely awake now. Kara’s untapped submissive quality mystified him and left him wondering how he’d managed to miss it at first. The
signs were obvious in retrospect. It had been plain in the way she’d waited for him to take the lead in his office and again in the way her gaze had kept scooting away from his.
Kara didn’t ooze sexual confidence. Certainly not the blatant form of tie me up, beat me, and make me suck your cock submission that Susan had. Kara’s passive quality ran deeper than that and seemed more a part of her true nature than Susan’s had ever been. Susan had played a role, always trying to realize what she perceived dominance and submission to be while Kara was submissive at her core.
It was odd to realize after so many years of carrying around bitter disillusionment, that what he’d thought was real with Susan had been little more than wishful thinking on his part.
Susan had been a scorcher, a candle burning at both ends. She had never wanted love or protection. She’d wanted only dominance. To her domination wasn’t a combination of give
and take. She wanted only the limit pushing extremes of pain and humiliation. Even when they’d made love she’d always wanted it rough.
The more he’d given in to her desire for the rougher side of dominance the more she’d wanted. Finally he’d bumped up against his own hard limits. They’d come to an impasse in the relationship when she’d wanted him to cut her and he’d refused. The relationship had deteriorated after that and she’d ended things within a few weeks.
The end of the relationship had left him disillusioned. He’d dated for awhile after Susan, but the women he’d met had either not been submissive at all or had been into playing at submissiveness, or they had been seeking the extremes like Susan. He’d dated a few that were more interested in his wallet than in him and that had gotten old too. There had been no
one that had aroused the desire to protect and dominate that Kara had incited within just a few minutes.
The whole dating game had left him disheartened. After awhile he’d stopped believing that there was anyone who wanted the same things he wanted.
Meeting Kara had stirred hope within him. He’d noticed the difference within himself right away. Susan’s desire for rough sex had made him want to push limits and force her submission. Kara’s sweet, sexy innocence made him want to wrap her in pleasure and shelter her from ugliness.
He let his mind wander as he thought about what he wanted. An image of Kara in his kitchen, wearing pink fuzzy slippers and his terry robe came to mind. Her hair was tangled and tumbled around her face as she stirred cream into his morning coffee.
As that image receded he saw her lying on the couch in front of a blazing fire. Her head rested on a pillow in his lap, the rest of her stretched out on the couch. The firelight cast dancing shadows across the soft planes of her face. The woodsy smell of the fire mingled with the musky woman scent of her, teasing his nostrils. She stretched, pulling silk pajamas taut across her hips and breasts as she turned to look up at him. Her gaze was filled with such trust and adoration that it
left him reeling.
He looked down at her, his expression a combination of indulgence and dominance as he stroked her soft breasts that swelled against the peach silk of her pajamas. She moaned, softly, her dark eyes fixed on his, as she arched into his palm. “Oh god, that feels so good” she moaned in a soft husky voice that made his cock twitch. Her soft whimper of pleasure when his fingers found and stroked her hardening nipples made him feel powerful and protective.
He imagined her beneath him then, her soft brown eyes fixed on his as he fucked her. In his mind’s eye each deep, hard thrust of his powerful body drove them both toward a crescendo of pleasure and onward to shattering orgasm. She clung to him; her eyes open as she willfully submitted her body and her soul to his mastery.
He wanted her. The knowledge struck him hard, then settled into him with a sensation of rightness that he couldn’t ignore.
He didn’t want to wait to have her, didn’t want to waste time playing dating games. He didn’t need to date her to know that he wanted her, not as a one-time deal, not temporarily,
but forever.
As he thought about the situation with Kara and her brother an idea began to form. He could use Ted to force her to marry him. He was almost certain she would agree to marriage, even one that seemed strange to her, if it meant her brother wouldn’t face the threat of prosecution.
He sighed as the plan formed in his mind. He would offer to forgive her brother’s theft and not turn over the evidence he held against him if she agreed to marry him. He would make forgiveness of the money dependent on her staying married to him for one year and on Ted getting treatment for his gambling addiction.
He needed the year to show Kara that a relationship based on his control and her willing surrender was what she wanted too. He wanted her brother to get help with his gambling
problem. The last thing he needed was for him to get in more trouble with the law. He knew that if Ted continued on the same course, at some point neither he nor Kara would be able
to drag him out of trouble. He wouldn’t stand by doing nothing and see Kara hurt again.
He didn’t feel particularly good about using the situation with her brother to force her into a marriage she wasn’t ready for, but he believed that in the end the marriage would be
good for everyone concerned. He would have Kara in his life and eventually in his bed. She would be protected from her brother and would be well loved and cared for. Ted would escape prison and be forced to get the help he needed. All in all it wasn’t a bad solution to the mess that had been dropped in his lap.
The big question looming in his mind was how Kara would react to his proposal. He knew she was inexperienced with men and he expected her inexperience to give her serious misgivings, especially considering he was almost a stranger. He knew too that if he were to be fair to her he would have to explain that their relationship would be based on dominance and submission.
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