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A Dom for Christmas

Series: Whipped Dreams , Book 8.0
By: Shara Azod | Other books by Shara Azod
      Marteeka Karland | Other books by Marteeka Karland
Published By: Shara Azod, LLC
Published: Dec 31, 2012
ISBN # 9781300495482
Word Count: 10,000
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EligiblePrice: $2.99

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Categories: Romance>Erotic Romance

Description
Going out with Brad had been a very bad idea. Going to a BDSM club with the certifiable ass had been even worse. She was so sick to death of wanna-be gamma men trying to act all Dom. All she wanted to do was to get away and go home. However, getting out of the shackles was going to be tricky.
As soon as she walked through the door Ciro knew. This was not just some sub looking for a thrill. This woman was his. All he had to do was get her away from the jackass who though to master her… That and convince the beauty who had enraptured him to give herself to him. Good thing he was up for the challenge.
 
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Excerpt:
Whipped Dreams wasn't the kind of bar MaryBeth normally frequented. She preferred the Cheers type of establishment. But her boyfriend had been so excited to learn she was into the lifestyle, he'd insisted, as her Dom, in taking her to this place. It played at being a BDSM bar, but MaryBeth thought it was a little heavy on the S&M for her liking. Some so-called Doms had Santa hats on, a tip to the season she supposed, while subs ran around looking like half-dressed elves. It was kind of surreal. More like a hellish version of the North Pole than any fantasy land she’d want to visit.

More than just the occasional flogging was going on around the room. There were a few men and women tied to St. Andrew’s crosses, but mostly, there were beatings. One couple engaged in what appeared to be bloodletting. The woman was covered across her breasts in thin cuts where blood trickled down her torso. And that was just the scene closest to MaryBeth.

No. This definitely wasn't her cup of tea.

"Brad, I'm not really comfortable here. Let's go to a more mainstream club."

Brad, thinking he needed to be the Dom in public as well as private, gripped her upper arm and propelled her further into the dimly lit interior. "You'll do what I say in here. I'm your Dom."

Not bloody likely. She thought it, but didn't voice it. Not here. It was more likely someone would correct what they deemed inappropriate behavior where her Dom was unable to than for her to get her way and leave.

She was trying to figure out a graceful way to leave, other than simply turning and bolting, when Brad slammed her against a nearby wall and practically gagged her with a kiss. MaryBeth tried to turn her head, but he held her firmly by the chin, not letting her move. Fear was a very real factor now. She wasn't used to this kind of treatment, even from inexperienced Doms, and she’d known a couple. Every partner she'd been with had always given her a choice, learned her limits, established a safe word. This wasn't comfortable in the least. And there wasn’t anything about Brad that was Dom.

When she finally got her head turned enough Brad had to pull back to get a better hold on her face to continue, she put her hands between them, pushing with all her might. Her heart thundered in her ears and panic gave her an awful taste in her mouth. She was very much afraid he wouldn't stop unless she physically incapacitated him. And she wasn't certain she was capable of it. Taking a deep breath, she leveled him with a “don’t fuck with me” look. How ironic was it that mistletoe hung just above her head? If he attempted to kiss her again she just might barf.

"Stop it, Brad." MaryBeth tried to make her voice firm, in control, but even she heard the little waver there. "I want to leave."

"That’s not going to happen. You will do what I say," he hissed. "If we leave now, none of the other Doms in the room will respect me and you might end up with one of those sadistic bastards tonight." He indicated the man cutting the dark-headed woman near where they were now. "I'm betting I'm a much better option than him."

Before she knew what he was doing, Brad had raised her hands above her head and clamped shackles around both wrists. Looking up, she saw they were the exact same color as the wall so she'd had little chance of noticing them. The damned mistletoe must have been the clue they were there. Brad knew it and had deftly maneuvered her to the wall and now she was all tied up with no place to go. The night had certainly gone to shit fast. There was no release mechanism on the cuffs, something she thought was standard.

Fuck.

"Dammit, Brad!" she was silenced by a hard slap to her face followed by another of Brad's brutal kisses. This time, she wasn't taking it. When he stuck his tongue into her mouth, she bit down none too gently.
"Ouch! Bitch! What'd you do that for?" She almost believed his outrage. Had he not just practically mouth raped her, she'd have bought it too. Almost. The thing was, he was looking way too excited for her liking. What the hell? The guy was turned on by practical rape? Oh hell no!

"I. Said. Take. Me. The. Fuck. Home. NOW!" she bit out between clenched teeth. "You spineless, dickless little bitch—I will kill you if you don’t take me the fuck down! Now!"

Brad looked at her as if she'd grown two heads. He had this look on his face that said, "You're serious, aren't you?" Still, he didn't let her go.

When she told him she was into Domination and submission, she had never expected him to take her this seriously. Besides being painfully obvious he didn't know a damn thing about it, he’d just killed any kind of attraction she might ever have for him. Right now she was just pissed. Pissed and repulsed.

"I think the lady has made her wishes abundantly clear." The voice coming from behind Brad dripped honey and sin, as well as a healthy dose of Don't-Fuck-With-Me. MaryBeth didn't much care who he was as long as he got her out of this. Brad turned around, probably to tell him to go away, when the voice stepped closer—

To become the biggest, meanest-looking man MaryBeth had ever seen. Suddenly, Brad was looking a good sight better. The wannabe may be irritating, and yeah she was in a bind, but this new guy! Unlike a lot of the men here, he wasn’t in leathers, didn’t have a whip coiled to his side. Dressed in a simple t-shirt, his muscles stretched the poor cotton material until the shirt was hugging all those deliciously hard muscles. And Lord was the man tall! She didn’t look at his face. No way was she doing that. She’d quite enough already, thank you.
Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: mkeefe on Jan 13, 2013
One of my favourite authors, she gives the readers a good dose of erotic and humour.
 

A Dom for Christmas

By: Shara Azod, Marteeka Karland
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