The Submissive's Secret (What's Her Secret?) (6 page)
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Authors: Natalie Dae
Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction
“You do.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want you to. Sit back on your seat and close your eyes.”
I pulled away from him and did as he’d commanded, dying to ask why.
“Open your legs, sub.”
Again, I obeyed, parting my legs as best I could in my pencil skirt. Anticipation thrummed through me, and I breathed shallowly to keep control of the excitement skittering in my belly. I heard something click open and tried to work out when I’d heard a sound like that before.
“You’re going to be late for work, pet, but only a little.”
Something heavy—a small box, perhaps—was placed on the taut platform my skirt had become. Another click, then Jaska slid one hand between my legs, using a finger to swipe my gusset to one side.
“I have a gift for you,” he said. “Get ready to take it.”
The coldness of metal touched the opening of my cunt then slipped inside. Pleasure balls. My channel swallowed them up, and I clenched my internal muscles to urge them higher as he pushed them farther in. I panted through my need for this to go to the next level, for him to bring me off quickly.
“You must wear them until we meet tonight. You will
not
come.”
I nodded, words failing me.
“And now I have something else. Keep your eyes closed.”
Yet another click sounded then Jaska taking a deep, steady breath. Coolness touched my neck, and immediately I knew what he’d placed there. I struggled to hold off tears, but one broke free and sailed down my cheek.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
I did and stared at him, at his smile and expression of contentment. I lifted one hand to touch the collar, and he handed me a small mirror.
“This isn’t the kind you will wear around my house,” he said. “This is your public collar. The one that won’t have people asking you to tell them your secret.”
I glanced at the mirror. The collar was a choker, diamond-studded for the most part, interspersed with rubies.
“To match your hair, pet.”
I allowed the tears to fall and touched my lips to his—softly, barely there.
“Now return to work,” he said, back in Dom mode. “You will walk there, getting used to those balls, and you will spend the entire afternoon staving off orgasm. When you get home from work I expect you to kneel for one hour. I will call you, as usual, and then I will pick you up. Those balls will enhance your experience later with the paddle. Imagine it as you do your work. Imagine me thinking about you.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “So go, pet.
My
pet.”
I wanted to stay with him, to rest for a while, to savor the special moment we’d just had, but his order ensured I got out of the car. I stood on the tarmac and, as I watched him reverse out of his space, lifted one hand to the roots of my hair to massage my sore scalp. He stared at me through the passenger window, and just by looking at him I knew it was going to be hard for him to drive away. As hard as it would be for me to walk back to work and face any questions about where my ‘necklace’ had come from, since I hadn’t been wearing it this morning.
But those questions would be easily swatted away.
He waved and drove off, and I stood there watching him go until the back of his car was no longer visible. Far from feeling lonely, I walked back to work enjoying the sensations in my cunt, knowing I’d fill Jaska’s mind all afternoon as he’d fill mine. Five short hours before I could go home and kneel. Another hour or so after that before I’d see him again.
I went back into the office and sat at my desk, my cheeks hot and my cunt throbbing. Fiona approached and eyed my collar, but surprisingly, she didn’t say a thing. I was past caring
what
she thought.
I had better things to think about.
Like a studded paddle smacking into my arse. Jaska pulling my hair while pleasure balls drove me crazy. The warmth from the wood of the St Andrews seeping into my already overheated skin.
I was his pet and always would be.
Tonight, and the rest of my life with Jaska, couldn’t come soon enough.
Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:
What’s Her Secret?
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Nichelle Gregory
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November 2013
Excerpt
Chapter One
The melodious chimes echoed in the quiet library, startling Sabria even though she was accustomed to the insistent alarm emanating from the device around her wrist. The library was the last place she’d wanted to be when the alert had gone off, but it had happened sooner than she’d calculated. Flustered, she slammed the book down with a muttered curse. She pulled up the sleeve of her cashmere sweater and the slim gold band around her wrist gleamed in the sunlight pouring in from the huge window beside her table.
“Come on, be quiet.” Sabria pushed in the numerical sequence to silence the alarm before it got louder. She gave an apologetic look to the elderly man glancing up from his book to look at her.
Her hand shook as she punched in the last of the code and she breathed a sigh of relief when the device finally fell silent.
“That’s some watch you’ve got there,” the gray-haired man whispered with a conspiratorial wink.
“Thanks,” Sabria said with a quick smile, thinking he had no idea. Her ‘watch’ was also capable of predicting the small window of time she had left to find Jai.
Where are you, Jai?
She’d been searching for him for almost twelve months, using the innate sense she had of her mate to narrow down his location. This time around, it had been harder to track and hold onto his aura.
Why?
Sabria placed her head in her hands, closed her eyes and drew in a few deep breaths. He was alive. She knew that without question, but she wondered if he was hurt, wishing he could search for her like she was for him. Sabria pushed her energy towards Jai, centering all her thoughts on her mate.
Come to me, Jai.
With a shaky sigh, Sabria opened her eyes. She had to remain focused no matter how hopeless things seemed. He was close by. She could feel it. This wasn’t the first time it had taken her longer than expected to find him.
But this is the first time you’ve doubted you would locate him before time runs out.
Five days. That was all the time she had left.
Impossible.
Sabria stood up. She’d wallow in despair when there was no more time left. Right now, she still had a chance. She pushed her notebook and camera into her bag, taking one last look at the stack of books she’d been rifling through. The elderly man across from her was still staring at her and Sabria resisted the urge to stick out her tongue as she moved past him, giving him another smile instead.
Her accelerated heartbeat matched the click of her heeled boots as she walked towards the bathroom. She pushed open the door, wrinkling her nose at the lemon air freshener wafting in the air. The lavatory was empty and Sabria was grateful for the solitude. She was burning up. The need for water almost consumed her uneasiness as she stepped up to the sink. She turned on the faucet, enjoying the cold water running over her hands. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and stared at her reflection, transfixed.
It was never easy adjusting to her appearance. Almost a year had gone and she still frowned whenever she looked in the mirror.
Sabria reached up to touch her long, wavy auburn tresses, vaguely wondering if Jai would approve. She looked completely different. Her eyes were green, but they’d been brown before. Sabria stared at her pale, unblemished skin, still unaccustomed to seeing anything other than the warm shade of cinnamon she’d last been for so many years before.
Change was something her kind had always endured, but it got harder to deal with each time it happened. She wondered what Jai looked like and if he’d recognize some part of her when she finally found him.
“And I
will
find you,” Sabria said, watching her green irises shimmer brighter and brighter with flecks of gold.
About the Author
Natalie Dae is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, children, and three cats in an English village. She writes full time and is also a cover artist and blog designer. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Sarah Masters and Charley Oweson.
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