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 #2
My steps faltered as I did a double
take at the sight of what appeared to be a shirtless and shoeless Henry Cavill
standing before me. The idea wasn’t entirely far-fetched since we’d had a few
celebrities in the club. But as one of the strobe lights flickered to
illuminate more of his face, I realized he was just a look-alike. His hair was
lighter while his eyes were dark brown, rather than blue.
He was impossibly tall, and I
couldn’t help staring at his muscular chest with its dusting of dark hair that
led to an oh-so-happy trail that ended at the low hanging waistband of his
jeans. He had an aura of importance about him, and I couldn’t help wondering
who he was in real life.
He held my gaze for a moment before
averting his eyes to the ground. “Good evening, Mistress.”
A submissive? I would have never
imagined it in a million years. Even though I knew from my own clients that
submissive men weren’t simpering pussies, there was something about this man
that screamed dominant. Of course, the fact he was shoeless should have given
his sub status away, but he wasn’t wearing a collar. A prime piece of
submissive man like this usually belonged to someone. And if he didn’t, he
would normally be snatched up by a domme practically before he got through the
door, least of all across the dance floor. I couldn’t help wondering what his
story was. More than anything, I wondered what it might be like to have a
session with him. I so rarely took anyone on outside my usual clients. But it
might be something fun for my last night in the club.
To test his true submissiveness, I
commanded, “Look at me.”
He jerked his gaze from my boots to meet
mine. “Are you looking to play tonight?”
“Yes, I am. And if it pleases you,
mistress, I would be honored if you chose me.”
His voice. Sweet Jesus, was it was
panty-melting. It totally went with his body—strong, firm, and deep. Although
he had answered my question well, I still had my doubts. With all the strength
I had, I reached out to firmly slap his cheek. The resounding smack echoed
around us. A man playing at being a sub would have a distinct reaction. His
eyes would darken with the rage seething within him at being treated so
disrespectfully.
Oh, but not him. His face remained
impassive. Yet at the same time, he shuddered, and his dark eyes flashed with a
combustive mix of lust and desire. His reaction caused moisture to pool
between my thighs. He reminded me of our horses back on the farm. He was a
spirited stallion who needed a firm hand to break him, and damn me to hell if I
didn’t want to be the one to do it.
Wanting to build the anticipation, I
patted his cheek where I had previously slapped him. “I’ll think about it.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He bowed his head
before backing up.
Damn, someone had truly trained him
well. I stepped past him to head to the bar. My mouth had run dry, and I
desperately needed a drink.
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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