Publication date: January 26th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance
Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
Because I’m going to break all the rules.
“Tell me what you saw.”
I bite my lip. “Well … you had your hands in your pants and you were …”
“Yes …” He leans forward. “I was pleasuring myself.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat as I look up into his smoldering eyes. “And you have every right to do so whenever you want.”
“Don’t you ever feel tempted?” he asks.
“What?” I step back until I touch the wall.
“You must’ve felt something when you saw me,” he says, coming even closer until I have nowhere else to go.
“I … I …”
He places his hand beside me on the wall. “You don’t have to be frightened. It’s normal to feel … excited. It’s in our very nature to want and desire.”
He’s so close I can smell his breath, which oozes alcohol. “I’ve never desired anything, Master.”
“Really? Or is that just something you feel like you must say? Something you were trained to do?” His free hand grabs my arm and he pushes himself against me.
“I … don’t know.”
His forehead leans against mine, and the inevitable friction that it causes ignites a flame in me that I simply can’t ignore. I know it’s there … but to act on it is a whole different thing.
He searches my eyes for something. “I know you felt something, Ava. I could see it in your eyes while you watched me.” His free hand inches up my arm and to my face, cupping my jaw softly in the palm of his hand. He’s so gentle, I could almost lean into his touch. Almost.
“Pleasure and enjoyment are a normal thing to experience,” he says calmly. “Like eating and breathing. Can’t you feel it?”
I nod slowly. “Yes, but only if my Master wants me to.”
He narrows his eyes. “I want you to tell me what you feel. What you thought when you saw me.”
“I felt … warm.”
“Did it make you want to come closer to me?” he asks, licking his lips.
“Yes,” I say in a single breath.
“What do you feel now then?” he murmurs, his mouth so close to mine I could almost taste him.
“Whatever it is that you want me to feel,” I mutter while closing my eyes.
“I don’t decide what you feel. You do. And I want you to tell me what you feel when I touch you like this.”
I know what it is that he wants from me now. My former Master was very brazen and straightforward with his needs, but my new Master is unlike anyone else. He’s complicated … and difficult to understand. But from the way his body arches toward mine and his hands briefly skim my face, I can tell that he wants to be close to me. Maybe that’s why he asks me if I want to do the same. But why would he care? I live for him. I am his to do with whatever he desires. He needn’t worry about my emotions or thoughts. They are of zero importance compared to his wishes because that is what I was trained to believe. So why would he attempt to change it?
“I feel … good,” I mutter.
It’s not often that I truly express how I feel, and the words don’t easily come to my mind. But it does feel very good to have him caress me so softly.
“Do you want to touch me?” he murmurs between ragged breaths.
“I want to do anything to please you, Master.”
He sucks in a breath as if he’s desperate, and then he grabs my face with both hands and covers his mouth with mine.