Forbidden Love Series (SubmissiveRomance) Complete Collection

Copyright © 2013 by Lucia Jordan

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Table Of Contents

Forbidden Love Book 1

Forbidden Love Book 2

Forbidden Love Book 3

Forbidden Love Book 4

Forbidden Love Book 1

Olivia self-consciously tugged at her skirt in a useless attempt to make it longer. She cursed her boss for giving her this assignment. Of all the people who worked at the magazine who would be better suited for this, Olivia was the one who’d been stuck with it. It wasn’t fair and she was convinced that her boss was just looking for a reason to fire her. And if she fucked up this article, she would surely be in the unemployment line.

Why on earth her boss wanted an in-depth article about the BDSM lifestyle was beyond her. Of course, thanks to the popularity of that book,
Fifty Shades of Grey
, BDSM was the newest fad, the next big thing. Everyone was doing it. Olivia’s boss, Tracy, didn’t want just another article about what it was; she wanted a firsthand account of what it was like to be in the lifestyle. Tracy had said that Olivia didn’t have to engage in any sexual activities, unless she wanted to, of course, but she did have to go to a BDSM club and talk to people who are in the thick of it.

So, it was now Friday night and Olivia found herself inside Allegiant -- the most exclusive BDSM club in the city. She sat at the end of the bar and refused to look around or make eye contact with anyone. When she first walked through the door, she’d seen a woman tied and bound to a cross on the wall while two men pleasured her. She’d also seen a woman with a collar and chain, like a dog, walking around on all fours. Then there was the couple in the far corner. The woman had her hands cuffed behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth as she rode a man in the reverse cowboy position. Everyone was half naked and dressed in leather. It shocked her that people would just have sex in public like that. Actually, it was quite appalling. Didn’t people have any decency? Didn’t they realize that sex was something personal, something that should be cherished and shared privately?

She was so far out of her element here it wasn’t funny. The bartender set a fresh glass of wine in front of her.  “Oh, I didn’t order another one,” she said, pushing it away.

The bartender smiled and pushed it back toward her. “It’s from Master Dean.” He nodded toward a small round table off to the right with four comfortable looking
arm chairs around it. 

Olivia’s gaze followed the bartender’s nod and she found a
very attractive, very muscular man. He was sitting in one of the upholstered chairs, his arms resting on the arms of the chair, his large booted feet planted on the floor, knees bent, a glass of liquor dangling from his fingertips, and a faint smile on his lips. His massive leather clad thighs were comfortably spread, showcasing the impressive bulge in his crotch. Olivia raked her gaze over his body and landed on his face, their eyes locking with one another. His eyes were as dark as the leather of his pants and dangerous looking. The man lifted his finger and crooked it at her, motioning for to come to him. Then he gave her a smile that was wicked as sin. Her breath caught in her throat.
That’s what you get for making eye contact.
She should’ve known better.

Tracy had told her to mingle, to get the inside story. So, Olivia took a deep breath and climbed off the bar stool she’d been sitting on. She
slowly started toward him. She felt like a bunny wandering into a fox den and she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. The man was a stranger for crying out loud. She stopped in front of him, and he patted his leg. Olivia looked at him with disbelief. Did he really just motion for her to sit on his lap? He patted his leg again and she noticed his eyes darkened. Holy crap that was hot. Hesitantly, she sat on his lap. He put his hand on her lower back; the heat from his touch seared her skin.

             
“What's your name?” he asked.

             
His voice was so deep, so manly, and so full of confidence it made her body tingle with desire. “Olivia,” she said. “And yours?”

             
“Master Dean,” he said, lightly grazing his fingers up and down her arm.

             
Olivia nodded. That one word, Master, had made his position and his intentions clear. And the fact that she didn't have a collar around her neck meant she was fair game to any Dom in this club, providing she wanted to be. She was a journalist. She’d done her research before she came here. In fact, she’d spent an entire week doing research and would’ve spent longer if her deadline for this story wasn’t fast approaching. One thing she’d learned: the submissives had the power to accept or deny a Master at their leisure. That was the one little fact that made her feel safe. She could be here, observe, mingle, but not have to do anything she didn’t want to do.

             
“I've noticed you were fidgeting with this,” he said, gently tugging on the hem of her red leather skirt. “Is it bothering you?”

             
“Yes,” she said her voice almost giving out. The feel of his fingers on her skin was distracting.

             
“Why?” He slipped a finger up her skirt and grazed her thigh.

             
She was frozen in place. The sensation of his touch was mind blowing, yet, he was a stranger. He shouldn’t be touching her like that, and she sure as hell shouldn’t be allowing it. But, she couldn’t bring herself to get off his lap either. “Uh, it feels too short. I feel like my ass is hanging out.” She laughed nervously.

             
“If you ask me, it’s much too long.” Dean brought his glass to his mouth and took a drink, keeping his gaze locked on hers the entire time. Then he set the glass on the table in front of him, and lifted her legs, draping them over the arm of the chair. She sucked in a breath and waited. “You have gorgeous legs, Olivia.” The feel of his fingertips trailing up and down her leg made her shiver. All though, she didn’t know if it was that or the cool breeze she felt blowing up her skirt. “You shouldn’t try to cover them up.”

             
“Thank you,” was all she managed to say.

             
His fingers continued to roam the length of her legs and she could feel herself getting excited, which was so crazy. Olivia was not the type of woman who got excited by perverse, kinky, sexual acts. “This is your first time, isn’t it?”

God, am I that obvious?
“Yeah, it is.”

“That’s okay.” He smiled and her heart fluttered. His smile was breathtaking. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for?”

“Um, I don’t really know.”

Dean cocked a brow. “So, you came to a BDSM club, alone, and you don’t know why?”

“How do you know I’m here alone?”

He smiled again. “I’ve been watching you since you walked through the door.”

“Oh.” She really didn’t know what else to say.

“A woman as sexy as you will get picked up very easily in a place like this.” His fingers left her legs and moved to her arms. He ran his index finger up her arm and across her collarbone. “If you don’t know what you want, and you don’t know the players, you could find yourself in a situation you don’t want to be in.”

She swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

“Take Master Jeff over there for example.” Dean nodded toward the corner where a woman was tied up in something that looked like a harness. She was gagged, had clamps on her nipples, and he was yanking on her hair while he had what appeared to be really rough sex with her. Olivia looked away from the scene, embarrassed. It made her feel like a voyeur to watch them, even though they were in a public club. “It’s okay to watch them,” Dean whispered. “That’s why the do it out here. They get off on knowing people are watching them.”

Olivia found herself watching them again. She couldn’t help herself. And she realized she liked watching them – it turned her on in a way she didn’t know was possible. Dean had moved his hand from her collarbone up to her chin and lips. He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

“You see
, Master Jeff likes to push his subs. He gets off on their pain.”

“Why?” she whispered, still staring at them. “That seems…mean.”

Dean chuckled softly. “No, it’s not mean. Master Jeff is a very considerate Dom. He knows what he likes, and he only takes subs who like the same. He pushes them to their limit, but never past.”

“How does he know their limits?” She was fascinated by all of this, and she wanted to know more, everything.

“It takes time, but he learns through experimentation. Each time he’s with his sub, he tries something new, something different. If it works, he takes it one step further. If it doesn’t, he tries something else.” He ran the pad of his thumb over her lip again, and then he slid his hand around to the back of her neck. Then he brought her face to his and crushed her lips with a forceful kiss. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue prodded and explored her mouth with hungry dominance. 

Beneath her,
Olivia felt his erection getting progressively larger and it excited her. She put her hands around his neck and leaned into his kiss, enjoying it a lot more than she thought she would. It was a kiss unlike any she’d ever had before and it ended much too soon in her opinion. When Dean pulled away, she actually made a small moan of protest. Her eyelids fluttered open and she was met with his dark eyes. They were hungry, imploring. She licked her lips, which tingled from his kiss.

“Then there’s Master Rob,” he continued as if nothing had just happened between them. But she noticed the way his lips were moist and swollen from their kiss. And from the size of his erection, she knew he wasn’t unaffected by it.
That made her feel better about her own reaction to him. “He likes slaves, not submissives.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Slaves live with their Master’s and are at the ready twenty four seven. Submissives are more like exclusive girlfriends who are there when their Master needs or wants them, but it’s not full time.” Dean’s lips found hers again and she kissed him eagerly, wanting more of what he had to offer. She felt like a woman starved for affection, begging and taking whatever he had to offer. “Mmm,” he said, pulling away and licking his lips. “So, if you don’t know what you want or what you like, you could end up with a Dom like Jeff or Rob.”

Olivia nodded. That made sense. She then asked the one question she probably should’ve asked at the start of all this. “And what do you like, Master Dean?”

“You.”

Her breath hitched and her excitement skyrocketed. “I meant what do you like…slaves or submissives?”

“You tell me, Olivia. What are you? A slave or a submissive?” He shifted in the chair and his erection pushed against her, ratcheting her desire even higher.

“A submissive, I guess,” she said even though she’d never been a submissive a day in her life. She had no idea how to do it, but in this moment she felt like it was easier to play the role than it was to explain her true intentions for being there.

“I like submissives,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. “In fact, I like breaking in new submissives. That’s kind of what I’m known for around here. I train new subs, teach them the lifestyle, and then send them on their way to find a more permanent Master.”

Talk about luck. The first and only Dom she meets is the man who can give her all the information she needs for her article. And, if she decided to let things go any further with him, she’d really have an insider’s perspective. Imagine the article she could write from both the perspective of a Dom and a sub. It would surely put her on the fast track to a promotion.

Dean nipped at her earlobe, and then nuzzled her neck. “I came here tonight to have sex, Olivia, and I’d really like it to be with you. Would you like to join me in a dungeon room?”

“A what?”
A dungeon room? That just sounded scary.

“It’s a private room in the basement of the club.” He kissed her neck and she tilted her head, moaning at the exquisite feeling of his hot mouth on her skin. “So, would you like to join me tonight? I promise to break you in nice and easy.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I’d like that a lot.” She got off Dean's lap and took his proffered hand. He led her out of the main club and down a long corridor. Stopping in front of a door near the end of the hallway, he swiped a plastic key card and the door swung open. Olivia stepped inside and looked around. The room looked like a dungeon. It was dark, with no windows and cement walls, which were lined with so many toys, whips, chains, and other things she couldn't name, and it was mildly intimidating.