Her Two Doms

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Her Two Doms

ISBN # 978-1-78184-024-5

©Copyright Sierra Cartwright 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright June 2012

Edited by Rebecca Douglas

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Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

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of
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This story contains 54 pages, additionally there is also a
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HER TWO DOMS

Sierra Cartwright

Double the trouble… Uptight attorney Victoria West takes a yearly cruise to get away from it all and explore her wild side with Dom Master Devon, but she’s stunned when Master Gabriel shows up to give her the beating she craves.

Double delicious… Victoria West is furious when her regular Dom, Master Devon, isn’t available for a scene. She has scened with him every year for five years, and there is a comfort level she expects for her large chunk of money.

When Master Gabriel commands her to her knees, she’s overwhelmed. He’s tall and rugged, exacting in his requirements, pushing her out of her comfort zone. The man wields a wicked flogger, and he is even more inflexible and demanding than Master Devon.

The next day, she’s scandalised when both Doms drag her from her cabin to participate in a scene they’ve set up just for her. Uncompromisingly, the men demand all she has to offer, and then some…

Chapter One

“Who the hell are you? And where is Master Devon?”

Gabriel Stone raised an eyebrow. Instead of being on her knees, her legs spread, her head lowered, her gaze focused on the floor like a good little submissive, Victoria West stood in his domain, her blue eyes narrowed in anger.

Her blonde hair was pulled up, but a few wisps escaped to frame her face. Her jaw was set in a tight line, and she tipped back her head to stare at him.
Stare
. Even though she wore a bustier with an unbuttoned blouse over it, a short skirt, silky stockings and mile-high stilettos, she still managed to look like the high-profiled attorney that she was.

Instead of answering her question, he steeled his voice and commanded, “You received a handwritten note, sub, with specific instructions. Follow them.” Gabriel couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned about her bad behaviour.

A month ago, Devon Burton, a long-time friend and his partner in the three nightclubs they owned together, had asked Gabriel to join this cruise.

For the past five years, Devon had been contracted as a Dom on the annual four-day fetish cruise from Galveston to a private resort in Mexico. This year, they were short-handed, and Devon had offered Gabriel several thousand dollars to fill in. The money would go a long way towards paying past taxes on the mountain cabin he’d recently inherited from his father. Crossing that worry off his list had sealed the deal.

Tonight, Devon had had to teach a class for attendees new to BDSM, leaving Gabriel to deal with the wayward Victoria. Devon had apologised in advance, shaking his head and warning that the woman was a handful, accustomed to being in charge, and used to winning.

Gabriel had dealt with subs for the better part of a decade. He’d yet to meet one he couldn’t tame. Devon had snickered at the words, saying Gabriel hadn’t come across anyone like Victoria.

Gabriel had been confident. She was a woman. A sub. All she needed was a few sharp commands, punctuated by relentless hits from his leather belt, and she’d fall in line like the rest.

Trouble was, getting her into position to taste his leather might be a challenge, he thought wryly.

“Surely you realise who I am, Mr—”

“Master,” he interrupted. “Master Gabriel Stone, your Dom for the evening. And I know exactly who you are. I read your file, which includes press clippings.”

“And?”

“I’m not impressed.”

She blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“Here, Victoria, you are a sub, not a lawyer, not a television host.”

“Tell Master Devon to telephone my room when he’s available. I don’t accept substitutes.”

Gabriel felt a pulse tick in his jaw. His training in martial arts helped him restrain his temper and not give in to the temptation to paddle her until she cried out her surrender. “That’s certainly your choice. You’re free to walk away, but, as you know, you’re paying thousands of dollars for this experience.”

“But—”

“You’re an attorney. I’m sure that means you read your contract before signing it.”

She tucked the few wayward strands of hair behind her ear. “I did.”

“Then you know the cruise ship
Commander
made no guarantees of you having a scene with a specific Dom. And there are no refunds once the cruise has set sail.”

“Master Devon has always been my Dom,” she said, with a stubborn tilt to her chin.

She continued to stare at him, as if her determination would change things.

“He still will be, for most of the cruise.” Gabriel hardened his tone. If the woman didn’t want to play, he wouldn’t force her. He would collect his fee whether he was having a drink in the lounge or beating her tight ass. “Tonight he is otherwise engaged. As you’ve already pointed out, I’m the
substitute
. Believe me, at this point, I’m no more thrilled with it than you are. And here’s what you need to know. I can give you what you came here for, but I will do it on my terms, not yours. Your behaviour will not be tolerated. In fact, it will be punished.”

She swallowed, but her chin remained high. She was an attorney, but right now she was behaving as if she were a princess.

“You’re wasting my time as well as yours,” he continued. “You have three choices. You can fucking kneel like a good little sub, I can force you to follow my order, or you can walk out that door.” He pointed to the exit.

She had the nerve to put her hands on her hips.

His temper threatened to flare again. Even newbies didn’t behave this way. According to Devon, Victoria had been a regular on the cruise for all the years Devon had been contracted. She knew better. “I repeat, you can fucking kneel like a good little sub, I can force you to obey, or you can walk out of the door. Make a decision.” He folded his arms across his chest.

“I…”

He saw the struggle in her gaze, and her blue eyes darkened with fear—fear he knew she’d never admit to feeling. He softened a bit and hoped she didn’t make him regret that decision. “What’s your safe word?”

“Objection.”

Of course it was.
“How often have you used it?”

“Rarely. About once or twice a scene.”

“You use it during every scene?” he asked, stunned.

“You sound shocked.”

“I am,” he admitted. “The women who scene with me almost never safe word. In the last ten years a sub has only stopped a scene three times.”

She drew her beautifully sculpted eyebrows together as she frowned. “You’ve got to be joking.”

Gabriel wondered if he had the patience to play with her. At the very least, he should have asked for more money.

“You’re
not
kidding,” she said.

He shook his head.

She regarded him for a few moments.

He waited her out. He’d booked out the entire evening for her, so he had no other place to be, besides the bar, where he could likely find a warm, willing, compliant subbie to toy with. It surprised him that the thought didn’t appeal. He wanted to see where things would go with the fiery, determined Victoria.

“When will Master Devon be free?”

“Tomorrow,” he said.

She sighed. “So, if I want to have an encounter tonight, I’m stuck with you?”

He wondered if the cupboards were stocked with salve for his bruised ego. “No discounts on the payment,” he told her.

“Has Master Devon at least instructed you on my preferences? I like only small amounts of pain, and then only after I’ve been properly warmed up. I don’t orgasm easily, so I need a lot of attention. Light alligator clips on my nipples help me get off. But anything more intense detracts from my pleasure.”

She was bossy. Devon obviously had a hell of a lot more tolerance than Gabriel did.

With no hint of a blush, she said, “I don’t do anal.”

“Anything else, princess?”

“Spankings,” she added. “I will not be put over someone’s knee like a naughty child.”

“Run away now, little subbie.” Gabriel unfolded his arms and took a warning step in her direction. What little patience he had was quickly vanishing.

“Until I get to know you better, which will not happen, no blindfolds or gags.”

As he’d said, he’d read her file. When she’d signed up for this year’s cruise, she’d filled in a new hard limits list. None of this nonsense, except for the anal part, had been on the paperwork. This woman, strong and wilful, understood nothing about how he operated. “Fair warning, I intend to do all those things to you. And you will beg me to.”

“You are arrogant, Mr Stone.”

“
Master
Gabriel,” he corrected.

“I will never allow—let alone
beg
—you to debase me.”

“Debase?” he repeated. “Giving you an experience you’ll remember for the next year is hardly debasing, princess. And, as for begging, you will. I promise.”

To her credit, she stood her ground even when he took a second step. He inhaled the scent of her, lilacs and femininity, laced with the potent mixture of arousal. Her mouth said one thing. Her body said another. “Last chance,” he said. “Walk out. Use your safe word. Or get on your knees. You have ten seconds to make a decision before I throw you out.”

She didn’t move and she didn’t glance at the door. She moistened her lower lip, but she kept her chin back and her hands on her hipbones.

By standing her ground, she was testing him, he knew, wondering if he were strong enough to truly dominate her. She obviously wanted to accept his challenge, but she refused to admit it to either of them.

He knew her game, and he was willing to play it, for tonight. “Five seconds.”

She did nothing.

Clearly she wanted someone to take the decision out of her hands, so he did.

He grabbed her, determined to force her to her compliance. With just as much determination, she resisted. She had to be half a foot shorter than him, and she weighed at least a hundred pounds less than he did. But the recalcitrant sub had surprising strength. “Right,” he said. He swept her from the ground, tossed her over his shoulder, and strode through the small office and into the Domination room. The space was equipped with everything needed for BDSM scenes, including running water.