Series: Trident Security #1
Published by: Suspenseful Seduction Publishing
Release Date: April 21, 2015
Contributors: Edited by Eve Arroyo
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Military, Romance, Suspense
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"No one does Alpha heroes like Samantha A. Cole!"—New York Times, USA Today, #1 Amazon Bestseller, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker
How does a “vanilla” woman write a BDSM novel? With hands-on research!
Kristen needs inspiration and personal experience for a sequel to her unexpected and kinky bestseller. Devon, an ex-Navy SEAL and private club owner, is all too happy to help.
Soon, a single weekend of hot and dirty sex turns into something more. But while they fight their connection, a killer has Devon in his sights.
Will they survive with their hearts and lives intact?
***The Trident Security series contains elements of the BDSM lifestyle, sensual romance, nail-biting suspense, and happily-ever-afters
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She drew in a deep breath, relieved when he took a step backward. But her feeling of relief didn't last long when she realized her arms were stuck. Tilting her head up, she tugged on her arms to find he'd shackled her wrists with Velcro restraints dangling from the balcony overhang. How did she not know he was doing that? Oh God, she was trapped.
She gaped at him and was annoyed to see he was laughing at her with a sinister smirk, his arms crossed over his muscular chest again. Damn the man was gorgeous . . . and dangerous. Not in a bad way, but also not in a good one. And here she was with no way to escape. She wouldn't panic. Master Mitch was right upstairs. She was safe, wasn't she? “Let me go.” She hoped the demand would sound confident, but instead, it sounded breathy.
He shook his head. “Not until your tour is complete.”
Damn, how had she not noticed how arrogant the man was? “I didn't know class participation was part of the tour.”
Devon let out a full-blown laugh. “Oh, how I love bratty submissives. They give me plenty of reasons to spank their asses beet red. And I'll tell you, at the moment, my hand is itching to get at your sweet ass.”
“I'm not a submissive.”
The look he gave her said he didn't believe her for a second before he turned around and took three steps to the table where he'd put her things. Turning a wooden chair around, he straddled it and sat down facing her. Without saying a word he picked up her pad and the papers Mitch had given her and began to look through them.
“Hey, that's my stuff. I didn't give you permission to look through my notes.”
He never looked up as he issued the deep-voiced command, and it sent a shiver through her body. She began to glance around, trying to figure out how to get out of the restraints. She should be scared out of her wits, but for some reason, she wasn't. Instead she was turned on which freaked her out a little . . . well, actually, a lot. Yes, she had fantasized about this stuff, and she wrote about it, but it didn't appeal to her in real life, did it? Apparently it did, because during her entire marriage, she had never once been this aroused and Devon had only touched her wrists. What would happen if he touched her in other places? Did she want him to? Her body screamed at her—hell, yeah!
She looked back at him and realized he was now reading the papers Mitch had given her. Shit! While Mitch had been talking on his phone, she skimmed through the soft and hard limit checklist. She didn't fill out the entire form, but had checked off what she considered to be hard limits for her. Everything else she skipped over, planning to go through the list again later to figure out what she thought she would like and what she wasn't sure about. “Hey, stop! That's private!”
Devon rolled his eyes and sighed, then got up from his seat. Without looking at her, he strode over to open a cabinet she hadn't noticed, which was built into the wall a few feet away from her. He grabbed something and then shut the door again before walking back to his seat. Pivoting to face her, he held up an object. “Do you know what this is, Pet?”
She had a feeling she did, but she bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
“It's a ball gag. Usually I only give an order once and expect it to be obeyed, but since this is new to you, here is your second and final warning. Stay quiet unless I ask you a question. Your only answers should be 'yes, Sir' or 'no, Sir' unless I ask you for a detailed answer. Anything else out of your mouth will result in me using the ball gag. Understood?”
As her girlie parts began to throb, Kristen nodded her head, and he frowned at her. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“Do you wish to use your safeword? If you do, I'll let you loose and escort you out . . . without your research, of course.”
What?! Crap, he was serious. “No, Sir.”
Devon placed the gag on the table where she was sure to see it every time she looked at him. He was pleased to see a shudder run through her body and a nervous, but heated look in her eyes. He loved to play the psychological games involved in BDSM and, damn it, he wanted to play the physical games with her too, but now was not the time. Instead, he sat back down and looked over her checklist again. Having seen hundreds of them in the past, it didn't take long for him to read her partial list, but he pretended to take his time.
He waited . . . and waited. And yes, there it was. She began to squirm, her hips and feet moving ever so slightly, but enough for him to notice. She rubbed her thighs together and he knew without a doubt her pussy was wet. “I'm pleased to see most of your hard limits are similar to mine, but I'd love to see where you place the activities you haven't checked off yet. I'm also curious about why nipple clamps are a hard limit for you? I don't think I've ever seen that on a submissives hard limit list before.”
Kristen swallowed hard, and her pink cheeks turned a deeper shade. “M-my nipples are too sensitive, Sir. The thought of clamps freaks me out.”
Confused, he stared at her and tried to figure out what she wasn’t telling him. Something about her statement felt off to him. “Out of all the hard limits you checked off, if you had to move one to a soft limit, which one would you choose?”
She paused in evident thought. “The bullwhip, Sir.”
What the hell? “You would choose a whip over nipple clamps?”
With a surprised look on his face, Devon stood again and stalked toward her. “I think there's something more to it than just sensitive nipples, but I'll leave it alone for now. Have you ever been tied up or spanked before?”
“But the thought of doing those things turns you on.” He stopped in front of her. His words may not have come out as a question, but he still waited for an answer.
She opened her mouth with what he knew was a denial, but slammed it shut again when his eyes narrowed. “Don't lie to me, Pet.” She was wise enough to remain silent, and he stared at her for a minute before speaking again. “I think I'm going to change our plans for this evening.”
Kristen’s stomach dropped. “You're cancelling our date?”
Taking the index finger of his right hand, he reached up and set it on her left forearm. His touch was light as he trailed his finger down her arm toward her elbow, then further, touching her ear and neck. His eyes tracked the movement. From her collarbone, he followed the scoop-neck edge of her shirt, down to her chest, over the swells of her breasts, and back up to her right ear. Her breathing increased and her nipples had a mind of their own, pebbling into hard little nubs, begging for him to touch them.
“Oh no, Pet, not at all. I'm just going to add to it. We'll still go to dinner.” He paused and her tongue shot out to moisten her dry lips. Heat flared in his eyes in response. “Mmmm. But afterward, we'll come here, and I'll give you the full tour as my guest. Since Marco ran a security check on you, it won't be any problem. I do have a few requirements though, since our plans have changed. I want you to wear the sexiest dress or skirt you own and no underwear. And I mean no panties or bra, Pet. You will go to dinner like that. If you disobey me on this, I'll take you into the women's restroom and remove them myself. Understood?”
Kristen was salivating, her panties were soaked. Was it possible to cum, while she was fully dressed, from a feather-light touch and his words alone? Her voice came out raspy. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“And wear your hair down.” He gave her pony tail a gentle tug. “I want you to read and understand the club protocols. You'll be expected to follow them, although I'll give you some leeway since this is new to you. If you have any questions, you may ask them at dinner. Last, but not least, I want you to finish filling out your limit list.”
Her eyes widened because he couldn't be serious. “But I thought guests weren't allowed to play without a physical and . . . and stuff.” At his raised eyebrow, she added, “Sir.”
His finger retraced its earlier path, down her neck, across her breasts, and then back up again. “Correct. But by having you complete the list, I know what scenes I should let you observe. Now, before I let you go home to get ready for our . . . date, do you have any questions?”
She had more than she could count in the next hour or so, however, she found herself saying, “No, Sir.”
“Do you want to cancel our date?”
Did she? Absolutely not! “No, Sir.”
“Good." He reached up and removed the restraints form her wrists. "I'll walk you to your car.
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