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by Trina Lane
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: A hot office affair becomes an eternity of dominating love. Mark Shields and Erica Cross have been colleagues at Aspen Advertising for several years. Unbeknownst to each other they've each been harbouring fantasies of sweat slick flesh and feverish sex. One night the upsurge of their desires peaks and they plummet into a heated affair. Each quickly comes to realize that there is more to their relationship than physical gratification. But can they trust the other with their innermost selves? Can Mark admit that he is ultimately yearning for a loving dominant relationship with his perfect submissive? Can Erica confess she fantasises about relinquishing control? As Mark slowly initiates Erica into the world of dominance and submission they find that what started out as a hot office affair has amalgamated into a fulfilling and loving union.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
69 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [227 KB]
Reading time: 144-202 min.
"Shield's Submissive is one of those books that I could not put down...I recommend you keep plenty of ice on hand as you will need it as you read the scenes between Mark and Erica. Those that love a good emotional BDSM story will want to read this one." -Literary Nymphs Reviews
The steam swirling around Erica created a dreamlike atmosphere. The clouds obscured her vision, but she didn't need to see clearly to know just who walked into the room behind her. For some elemental reason, she always knew when he was near. She felt his presence like an invisible force, an eddy that quickly towed her deeper then left his lingering existence in her own soul. She didn't know if it was his scent or if he had a unique heat signature that allowed her to track him like the most sensitive of military ordinance.
She stood still near the corner of the small cubed space. Her breathing was almost as loud as the steam hissing out of the pipes. She felt every fibre of the soft terrycloth towel wrapped around her naked body. Her nipples strained against the threaded material, begging for his touch. Slick moisture gathered on her skin from both the steam and her own intense desire. A soft groan escaped her lips, and she tried to cover it with a soft cough, but apparently, he heard the sound anyway. His hands curved over her shoulders as he pulled her into his body. She felt every hard line and defined muscle of his broad chest against her back. His deep voice whispered seductively into her ear.
"It's time to stop playing this game we've become so fond of, Erica. It's been amusing, but now the rules are going to change. You'll be mine before the day is out."
"What rules do you speak of, Sir?" Her voice sounded strange to her ears, slightly elevated and whisper soft.
He bent his head, and a lock of his soft hair brushed her cheek. His hand trailed from her shoulder to graze the slope of her neck with one finger.
"You will follow my commands when and where I see fit. You will heed my desires, and I will fulfil yours. I can tell this excites you. I feel your pulse rushing just under your skin. I hear your breathing getting shallower."
"Maybe it's just from the workout and the steam congesting my lungs."
His finger moved further down to glance across her collarbone, down her chest and without any hesitation slipped beneath the towel to cup her left breast.
"Maybe, but if so, why is your nipple hard?"
The first intimate touch of his hand against her skin was pure sensation. All thoughts evaporated like the steam cocooning their bodies. She leaned back and put her head on his shoulder, exposing her neck in invitation. His fingers gently massaged her nipple, learning her texture and sensitivity. His palm cupped the underside of her breast.
His other hand came around and loosened the towel. As it fell to the damp floor beneath their feet, Erica gasped and started to bring her hands up to cover herself before she recognised that the increase in steam prevented him from seeing anything below her breasts. It was actually quite arousing knowing she was completely bare but still retaining the mysteries of her body. His hands skimmed down her sides, exploring the curves of her shape.
"Your skin is so soft, like satin. I'm dying to taste every single inch. Every soft curve and valley will know my touch."
He spun her around and, cupping her breast, leaned down. Her nipple was sucked into the hot cavern of his mouth. An irrepressible groan left both their throats. His tongue rasped across the sensitive peak. Her other nipple was rolled between his fingers.
His hand glided down her back. Arching into the touch, she wordlessly showed him how incredible he felt on her skin.
"Just one little touch, my dear. I need just one touch burned into my memory until we meet again," he insisted with a growl.
Slowly, his hand moved around to caress her rear then his fingers inched towards her aching, wet centre--
Erica's eyes flew open as someone tapped her shoulder. She almost missed a step in her stride and had to correct her rhythm before she fell on her face like a moron in a YouTube video. The music from her MP3 player was loud enough to drown out the noises of the gym around her, hence the escape into fantasy world. She looked to see who'd so rudely interrupted her erotic dream and saw the object of her fantasy staring back at her. Keeping her stride on the treadmill, she removed the ear bud from her canal and tried to play it cool.
"Can I help you, Mr. Shield?"
"I was just wondering how much longer you're going to be? The other treadmill isn't working, and I was hoping to get in a run before my meeting later this evening."