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This Time
by Sierra Cartwright
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Emily had one last chance to get it right. She'd always wanted to live the D/s lifestyle, and she tried other relationships before her dreams finally came true and she met Sterling, the renowned Dom. In Sir Sterling, she found what she hungered for, someone who understood her wants, needs and desires, better than she understood them herself. But, terrified of what he demanded emotionally, Emily succumbed to her fear and fled, only to realise the cost of living without him was too dear. Now, humbled and desperate for the chance to prove she can truly submit, she's back. This time, she can hold nothing back. This time, she has to push past her own boundaries and give this commanding, powerful man everything he demands. Reader Advbisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Naughty Nibbles anthology by Total-E-Bound
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009
 
25 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [69 KB]
Words: 11464
Reading time: 32-45 min.
Helpless, naked, splayed and bound, Emily concentrated on her breathing. In. Out.
In...
She told herself to think about anything but what would happen next.
Her nerves were ragged, as if they'd been dragged across the wicked edge of the blade that glinted on the wall in front of her. Determinedly, she closed her eyes to block the image.
It didn't help.
Nothing would.
He'd left her here on purpose, to think, to change her mind. Over the past year, she'd learned he acted only with deliberate intent.
She'd been a fool to leave ... and a bigger one to return.
The fact he hadn't sent her away when he'd set eyes on her two hours ago had shocked her. It had shocked him as well, she'd seen it in the steely depths of his grey eyes, the colour so dark and intense it reminded her of the North Sea during a brewing storm...
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Emily's hand had frozen on the door knocker, the brass heavy and cold beneath the bite of England's chilly autumn evening. It'd taken her a full five minutes, her back teeth chattering, to actually knock.
It'd taken his housekeeper at least that long again to answer.
"Agnes," Emily said breathlessly.
"Dear me." Agnes pressed her fingertips to the base of her throat. "You look half froze."
"I'm here to see the master."
Agnes swallowed deeply. She'd been kind to Emily, but that was before Emily had run away six months ago, sneaking out in the middle of the night with no word to anyone.
Emily watched indecision chase across the younger woman's face. Duty and kindness collided, leaving a frown burrowed between Agnes's brows.
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