Beantown Bitches Book Page: DEVILCIOUS DOM HUNT ~ Jacob Whitmore: His Submissive Series by Ava Claire

Thursday, June 11, 2015

DEVILCIOUS DOM HUNT ~ Jacob Whitmore: His Submissive Series by Ava Claire

Jacob Whitmore

After a hot tryst in the stairwell, Jacob makes Leila a proposition: be his personal assistant

and private submissive. Saying no could cost her dream job and a place among the wealthy

and elite. But saying yes will cost her heart...

BLURB

As I descended, I was grateful for the fact that it wasn't as dark and foreboding as I first thought. Recessed lighting sent a warm glow to light every step. But it was more than that. The last time I walked down a stairwell with Jacob behind me, I'd ventured into the unknown. And while I had no idea what lied behind the door of his playroom, I knew that I trusted him.
I stopped at the landing, an unassuming white door in front of me.
"It's unlocked," he said behind me.
I twisted the cold, metallic knob and opened the door. Motion detection lighting snapped on as I walked through the doorway and took in the room.
Gone were the unaffected walls, replaced by a rich navy hue, deepened by stark white crown molding and a pearlescent white mantle framing an oversized fireplace. Once upon a time it might have been the focal point, but with the massive four poster bed and the metal contraption hanging down like a swing on the opposite wall, it was impossible to not be drawn to the piece of furniture like a moth to a flame.
I spied a St. Andrews cross on the far wall and an oak chest that was probably full of something of interest, but I couldn't take my eyes off that bed. It was black, shining like wood, but when I ran my hand along one of the beams, I felt the icy touch of steel.
"Wow," I whispered, dropping my other hand to the mattress. Pillow-top. The softest I'd ever felt. The contrast between the pliable touch of that and the metal chains that hung from each of its four corners was jarring.
"I figured you'd like the bed," he said behind me, his voice warm and enticing. "Darkly elegant." His hand rubbed the small of my back then dropped to more interesting territory, gripping my buttocks. "Well, when the sex swing is detached--but I see no need for pretending this room is anything except what it is."
His firm hands were kneading, massaging, making parts of me liquid with want. On closer inspection of the swing, I saw that there was a contoured center with a zipper. I fondled it and he let out a chuckle.
"That's for making things interesting."
I let out a laugh of my own at that. One of the most powerful men alive was a secret Dominant--and he was about to dominate me. We hadn't even begun and my body was a storm of excitement and nerves. Things had been interesting for a while now...ever since I said yes.
He roped an arm around my waist, pulling me tight to him. I felt the curve of his erection against me and trembled at the thought of his hands migrating to the heat between my thighs.
"I didn't expect this to be so..." I felt the word tingling in my throat. "Exhilarating."

Boxed Set:
The His Submissive Series Complete Collection
(Part One-Part Twelve)