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Her One and Only Dom
By
Tamsin Baker
Blurb:
Simone
graduated from university with three important things: her degree, her
virginity still intact, and a case of unrequited love to make life complete.
Her professor, Patrick Smythe is everything she wants in a man.
After building up the courage to ask him out at the graduation ball, she is mortified when he rejects her. Six months later, her best friend drags her along to a BDSM club and Simone realizes why the sexy professor gave her the brush off. He’s a Dom at the club.
Patrick has never found a woman who can fulfil all of his needs in and out of the bedroom. Simone wants to be this woman, but can she succeed when they come from such different worlds?
After building up the courage to ask him out at the graduation ball, she is mortified when he rejects her. Six months later, her best friend drags her along to a BDSM club and Simone realizes why the sexy professor gave her the brush off. He’s a Dom at the club.
Patrick has never found a woman who can fulfil all of his needs in and out of the bedroom. Simone wants to be this woman, but can she succeed when they come from such different worlds?
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Excerpt:
A
leather clad woman walked past them with a man on a leash and Simone’s mouth
gaped open. She tried to speak and just couldn’t. She was both horrified and
aroused. Heat pooled between her legs as she watched them walk away. She wanted
to be cherished by someone like that. Her eyes slid up and down the people in
front of her, her jaw clenching as she rejected the idea of being restricted in
such a way.
The
woman slid her hand over the man’s hair and tilted his face up to look at him,
bending down to drop a kiss on his lips. Her eyebrows rose at the tender
gesture. So maybe she didn’t want a leash and a collar, but to be loved and
trusted like that would be a wonderful thing.
What
was the question again? Oh yeah. “Because he didn’t want me.”
Nicola
snorted inelegantly as she leaned against the black wall. “You don’t know that.”
Simone
narrowed her eyes at her best friend. How would Nicola know? They’d never
really talked about it.
“I
do. He told me I was too innocent for someone like him. He obviously thought a
virgin soon-to-be ex-student was too pitiful.”
Tears
sprang to her eyes and she swallowed down the lump that had risen in her
throat. When she had approached Professor Patrick Smythe at her graduation,
half-intoxicated with champagne, he had turned her down flat. She had dismissed
it at the time, but later she had been horrified. His rejection had sent her
diving under the covers with a box of chocolates for a week.
Nicola
stepped closer and slipped her warm, soft hand into Simone’s. It was reassuring
and kind, reminding Simone how much she missed her friend. Between full-time
work, paying bills, family commitments and keeping house, she didn’t make time
to just hang out with her friends anymore. Growing up sucked sometimes.
Rhythmic
tribal music was playing softly in the background and Simone found herself
focusing on it as Nicola tightened her hold on her hand.
“That
wasn’t the reason at all. Come with me.”
Simone’s
head came up with a start and she yelped as Nicola dragged her down the hall.
Where were they going now? People were everywhere, milling around a large
common area with a bar and lounges. Some were standing, others were kneeling.
Just about everyone was wearing leather and had piercings of some sort. One
woman had what looked a type of corset on her back. The rings were piercing her
skin and a black ribbon ran through them like an old fashioned corset would. It
looked beautiful, though painful.
There
were more red doors off the room and screams of pleasure and pain echoed
throughout the club over the music. Simone flushed again and dropped her eyes.
She may as well have painted “first timer” on her forehead. Ever since she had
read Fifty Shades of Grey, she had been intrigued by the lifestyle, but that
didn’t mean she was ready to experience it. When she had mentioned it to Nic in
the course of conversation, her friend had promised to take her to a BDSM club
she knew of. Never in her wildest dreams did Simone think Nic would actually do
it.
Her
breath caught in her throat, making her gasp. What was she doing here?
“Come
on sweetie,” Nicola urged. “I really need to show you something.”
Simone
tugged down the black top she had worn over black pants. Nicola had told her
not to display her boobs or her knees, and to wear all black. She was there to
blend into the walls, as though Simone needed to be told that. Blending in to
the background was her way of life.
“Where
are we going?”
Nicola
grabbed her hand and tugged. “A man’s doing a scene that you just have to see.”
Simone
frowned, perverse excitement and downright terror fighting each other for
supremacy in her head. Her heart rate had almost doubled and a fine sheen of
sweat covered her face and the back of her neck. Fear of the unknown may have
won out if it weren’t for the reassuring press of her best friend’s hand in
hers.
“Okay,
let’s go.”
Nicola
stepped over to one of the red doors and opened it. At once a wave of heat hit
Simone’s face, reminding her of an intense summer’s day. The room was darker
than the foyer and she blinked a few times, waiting for her eyes to adjust to
the dim light.
When
she could finally see well enough, she looked up to see why Nicola had been so
insistent that they come into this particular room. Heat flooded her entire
body, followed by a cold flush as a gasp escaped her. The man, who was the main
focus of the room, was Patrick. Her ex-professor wore tight leather pants that
clung to him in an almost indecent way. He was shirtless and had what looked
like a flogger in his hand. He looked in control, powerful and magnificent.
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