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Authors: Eva Simone

Desired and Dominated

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

Copyright © 2015 Eva Simone

Desired and Dominated

By Eva Simone

 

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To my beautiful Goldilocks.

You know who you are.

 

Writing has given me so much over the past year. A dream, a passion and a purpose; a place in the world where I finally feel like I belong. But, best of all, writing has given me all of you. Readers, who wanted to spread the word about my work, and who have become my dearest friends.

 

You have been my cheering squad and my shoulder to cry on through the toughest year of my life. When I wanted to give up, you gave me inspiration and the motivation to keep going; to keep striving to bring Nate and Sofia’s story to life.

 

From all over the U.S, Scotland, Spain, Belgium and Australia, there isn’t a time of day that I’ve been alone in this. One of you has always been there, ready to listen, with words of wisdom and encouragement. All of you are the reason that Nate and Sofia’s story has been told. Raw, emotional, heartfelt and full of love.

 

I poured everything I had into this, at a time when I thought I had nothing left to give. I wanted to make you proud, and do the series that brought each and every one of you into my life, justice.

 

I hope you enjoy it, because it’s all for you, my amazing friends.

 

I love you.

 

Just The Way You Are – Bruno Mars

Runaway Baby – Bruno Mars

Kiwi - Maroon 5

Counting Stars – One Republic

S & M - Rihanna

Animals – Maroon 5

Wrapped Up – Olly Murs

Sugar – Maroon 5

Tempo di Valse from Swan Lake - Tchaikovsky

Story of My Life – One Direction

Locked Out Of Heaven – Bruno Mars

Jealous – Nick Jonas

Chains – Nick Jonas

Love Runs Out – One Republic

Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

Style – Taylor Swift

 

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Vienna

Chapter Seven

Prague

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Paris

Chapter Thirteen

Budapest

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

New York

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Los Angeles

Chapter Twenty-Two

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

Social Media Links

I love the familiar scent of this room. Leather. I find it comforting. The walls are a dark sumptuous purple, the lighting muted, highlighting the various features that it has to offer. There’s a black leather chaise in one corner, with metal restraints at the top and bottom. The center of the room boasts an ornate oversized table, perfect for bending a woman over and spanking her until her cheeks are a stunning shade of red. This is my room. Everything is just the way I like it.

My latest submissive in training is standing flush against the wooden cross that adorns the wall at the far end of the room. Her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched and ready to be restrained. She is completely naked, vulnerable, and waiting for my command.

“Well done, angel. You are displayed exactly as I requested. You will be rewarded for that.”

I watch as a shiver runs through her body at my words, causing her to shake against the harsh wooden beams. I stride forwards, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it to the floor before I reach her.

I slowly run my hand down her spine, her alabaster skin reacting to the lightest touch. I enjoy her sharp intake of breath as I continue to run my fingers down over her tight little ass, before making my way lower until I reach her ankle. I quickly fasten the brown leather cuffs that will render her helpless to escape. First one and then the other, before standing to repeat the process for her wrists.

When I’m satisfied that she is completely at my mercy, I stand back to admire the view.

I love the freedom that I have in here. To be myself. To cast off the shackles and restrictions of my life outside of this club.

“You look stunning tonight, angel. Are you ready for me?”

Her gaze remains firmly fixed on the wall in front of her.

“Yes, Master Callaghan.”

“Good girl.”

I slip my hand between her legs, firmly grasping her pussy, feeling the evidence of her arousal dripping onto my palm.

“You certainly are. I’m going to taste you now, but do not come without my permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

I drop down to my knees, nestling myself between her legs before taking a long, languorous lick from the tip of her clit, through her folds and around her entrance, dipping my tongue in for a proper taste; her pussy clenching around me.

I continue my ministrations, swirling my tongue in sweeping circles over and around her clit. Feeling her thighs trying to tighten around my face. She is helpless to curb her own desire. Spread open for my pleasure alone. I can feel her orgasm building. The sheen of sweat on her naked flesh. The almost imperceptible shaking of her limbs against the restraints. It’s a glorious feeling, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy, before reeling her back in.

A whimper escapes her at the loss of my warm tongue against her folds.

“Please, Master.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No.”

I slap her ass, hard.

“You will address me properly.”

“Yes, Master.”

I leave her smarting from my hand and make my way over to the door, to the cabinet that contains everything I need. I enjoy the sting of my palm from a single hit, but tonight I am in the mood for something…harder. I search until I find my black riding crop. Perfect. It has just the right tension, just enough bite to make her nerve endings sing with every lash, enhancing the euphoria that will inevitably follow.

“You will receive ten lashes of this crop angel, and maybe you will remember to address me appropriately in future. You will stay silent throughout. If you make a single noise, you will get ten more. Do you understand me?”

She is quick to answer me, her vulnerability and arousal evident in the quiver of her voice.

“Yes, Master Callaghan.”

I love the feel of the crop connecting with her skin. The sharp sound as it whips through the air and lands across her ass. My dick is getting harder with every hit, straining against my pants, aching to be inside of her, but the growing anticipation is what really turns me on. Knowing that I can’t chase my own release until I have seen to her every need and desire.

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