Are you ready to submit in Subordination by Katie Ashley!
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Blurb
When
Sophie Jameson first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of financial
necessity than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over
the years as she rocked her leather corsets and boots while wielding every crop
and flogger imaginable, she grew to love the thrill and adulation that her
clients brought her. But all along, her path in life and her heart was with a
different profession—one she was planning to embark on at the summer’s end.
And then
he changed everything. Tall, dark, impossibly built—William was the complete
opposite of whatever image a male sub conjured up. After all the subs, Sophie
finally felt true lust and desire. Although he was the proud stallion who
needed breaking, he became the one to make her break all her rules and let down
all her walls.
But it
was just supposed to be for that one night, but an accidental encounter days
later outside Club 1740’s protected walls had the two seeing each other in a
different light—as simply Sophie and William, not Domme and sub. While they
should have parted ways, they couldn’t. While they should never have gone back
to her place, they did.
And that
simple mistake has a serious price for both of them.
Subordination Excerpt #1
Keeping his head bowed, he asked,
“Mistress, will you give me the honor of pleasuring you?”
“No.”
“But why?”
I swept my hands to my hips. “Are
you being insubordinate with me?”
“No, mistress. I just wish you would
consider my offer.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I want to please you. I
want to make you come as hard as you made me.”
“Sorry. The answer is still no,” I
replied as I took the rope over to the sink to be disinfected.
When I turned around, surprised
filled me at the sight of William on his feet again. His gaze still remained
averted from mine. “Look at me,” I commanded.
He raised his eyes to stare at me
full on as I walked back over to him.
Although he was trying to mask it, I could tell he was hurt by my
refusal. “I want you to understand that it’s not you—you didn’t do anything to
displease me. I don’t receive pleasure from any of my subs.”
“You should,” he insisted.
Cocking my head at him, I said, “You
should remember how to talk to your mistress.”
Instead of appearing apologetic, he
took a step forward. “May I at least kiss you?”
As I gazed at his earnest
expression, I didn’t see what it could hurt. “Fine. A kiss and then you go on
your merry little way.” I poked a finger into his breastbone. “And you tip me
well.”
William smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”
I stood toe to toe with William and
tilted my chin. “Kiss me,” I instructed.
He dipped his head, and he closed
his eyes. At the slight brush of his lips against mine, a shiver of
anticipation shot down my spine. I felt like I was thirteen again with a
boulder of anxiety in my stomach as the boy I liked kissed me behind our barn.
When he deepened the kiss, he brought his arms around me, molding me to him.
The kiss was everything—passionate, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like
rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.
Needing more, I sucked his tongue
inside my mouth. The moment I gave him the green light, a switch flipped inside
William. The reverent way his mouth had worshipped mine was replaced with a
desperate conquering. His tongue battled along with mine, sucking, licking,
devouring. An ache began to build between my thighs, and I pressed my hips
against William’s.
His hand left the small of my back
to wrap around my braid. He tugged on it, pulling me back to look at him. “I
want to taste every part you, not just your mouth.”
Breathless from our exertions, it
took me a moment to find my voice. “I told you I don’t do that.”
“Why should you deny yourself?”
Staring into his handsome face, I
wondered the same thing. All these years, I’d never taken any pleasure for
myself. There had been subs I’d been attracted to like Owen. Not all of them
were interested in reciprocating pleasure, but many were. And I told them all
no.
As I stood molded against William’s
warm, overpowering body like a second flesh, I didn’t want to argue anymore. I
wanted to let go. I was a twenty-four year woman who had pretty much sacrificed
her life for work, school, and her family. I couldn’t remember the last time an
orgasm hadn’t come from a vibrating device.
Dipping his head, William’s breath
was warm against my ear. “Please let me make you come.”
At the thought of what his mouth
could do on my pussy, I whispered, “Yes.”
Subordination Excerpt
(Previously Released for Blitz)
In the distance, a figure crested
the hill on his way down from the mountain. Something about the man appeared
familiar. Over the years of running at the park, I was used to seeing fellow
running acquaintances. But as the incredibly built man grew nearer, my stomach
lurched. Oh no, this wasn’t possible. I couldn’t literally be running into
someone I’d been in a scene with the night before. In the five years I’d worked
at 1740, I had never, ever run into a client.
We were within a few feet of each
other when he gave a complimentary nod of hello. Then he literally skidded to a
stop, sending bits of gravel flying around us. Just as I started to pass him,
acknowledgement of who I truly was flashed on his face.
FUUUUUCK
I screamed in my head. With everything I had in me, I raced ahead.
“Mistress Juliette?” he called.
Those two little words from his
mouth send me tripping over a limb. As I sprawled onto the ground, my knees
bumped along the uneven terrain. Once I came to a stop, pain raged all through
my body, although it was excruciatingly centralized in my right ankle.
I rolled into a sitting position and
brought my hand to my tennis shoe. “Fuck,” I muttered. It was to address both
the pain and the fact that a shadow had crossed over me. A bulky shadow
belonging to the only sub I had ever let myself go with.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mistress.”
My gaze spun wildly around the
clearing. “Stop calling me that!” I hissed.
“I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
Damn, that voice of his. Momentarily
forgetting my ankle, I could feel myself growing wet just from the deep timbre,
not to mention how sexy his concern was.
“No, actually, I’m not.” I jerked my
gaze from my foot up to his handsome face. “My ankle is throbbing like a mother
fucker, not to mention I’m mortified as hell I just busted my ass right in
front of you.”
The corners of his lips fluttered,
and I could tell he was fighting the urge not to laugh at me. Without a word,
he knelt down beside me. “Let me take a look.”
I jerked my foot away from his
overeager hands, which caused me to wince from the pain. “I think you’ve done
enough already.”
Cocking his dark brows at me, he
said, “My mistress’s health and well-being is always my upmost concern.”
I fought the urge to smack him and
not so he could get off on it. “Here’s a newsflash for you. We are not in 1740
anymore, Toto, so this whole sub taking care of his mistress bullshit isn’t
going to fly.”
“I’m not in to dog play,” he
countered, with a wink.
“Yeah, well, last time I checked,
you’re not sporting my collar, so I’m not your mistress.”
“Ouch, you really bring out the
claws when you’re hurting, don’t you?” When I opened my mouth to lay into him
again, he brought a finger over my lips. “Quit your bitching, and let me check
out your ankle, okay?”
“Are you a doctor or paramedic in
real life?”
He smiled, causing those delicious
dimples of his to pop out. “No, not quite.”
“Then how do I know you’re actually
qualified to look at my ankle and not just wanting to cop a feel of my foot?”
With a chuckle, he replied, “Don’t
have a foot fetish either.”
As he slid my tennis shoe off, I
hissed. “Answer the question.”
“Easy now,” he murmured.
“What qualifies you to look at my
ankle?” I demanded.
“I used to be a football coach.”
“Professional?”
He laughed. “No, high school.”
“Oh,” I murmured.
“Yeah, you bandage at least one
sprained ankle every game.” He glanced up at me. “Yours doesn’t feel sprained,
but it’s definitely swollen. I have a first aid kit in my truck. I can bandage
it for you.”
I eyed him suspiciously. As a
submissive, I knew he truly subscribed to the code of conduct that his mistress
always came first. But we weren’t in the club, and although club management did
background checks that rivaled the FBI, he was still a stranger to me. Well, a
stranger who I’d seen naked and bent over a spanking horse.
Knowing that I didn’t really have a
choice, I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you take care
of my ankle.”
“Try not to sound so excited about
it, okay?” William said with a teasing expression.
About the Author
Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon
Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter,
Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with
Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing
Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education,
and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating
the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write
full time in December 2012.
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