Headstrong Jo is a Dom’s worst nightmare. So when Ted discovers that a newbie has signed the “Full Monty” release form—an occurrence that has the resident sadists circling—he knows it’s Jo.
What’s a Dom to do? After he thanks her for giving him carte blanche, he hauls her ass up to the rodeo room for a ride. A ride that rapidly becomes a trip of epic proportions with kinky detours galore until they hit a fork in the road. One avenue leads to Jo’s prized independence and the other leads home to Ted. Now, Jo must decide between the two.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt From: REQUIRED SURRENDER
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With his first problem of the evening taken care of Ted Baseltook a steadying breath. He was determined to remain calm before he faced hissecond. Although, if his second didn’t shut the fuck up soon, his calm wasgoing to be nothing more than a memory.
“You are a barbarian. A bully with an ego the size of Manhattan. How dare you drag me around like a ragdoll. You know no one will stop you. Doesthat feed your gargantuan store of self-importance? You-you…Freudian mastodon.”
Ted stiffened as Josephine Nehr threw his prized iron bank,that of a begging dog swallowing a tossed penny, his way. It sailed past hisright shoulder and hit the mahogany door, making a huge dent.
“Turn around and look at me, you bastard, or next time I’llaim for that massive head of yours.”
To say his patience was wearing thin would have been anunderstatement. Especially when he saw his bank was broken. He closed his eyes,garnered the strength to be reasonable and spoke without turning, “You throwanother object at me and you’ll regret it.”
“You’ll regret it.”
“Why?” He opened his eyes and examined the door. Steppingover the scattered metal pieces, he ran a hand over the dented wood and asked, “Doyou have a husband who’s going to come to your defense?”
“I don’t need a husband.”
His hand stilled right over the dip. “Boyfriend?”
She snorted. “No, thank God.”
He quirked a brow. “Enraged father, perhaps?”
“I take care of myself, but you’d know nothing about thatconcept, would you? Being the big, strong Dom surrounded by weak nitwitskneeling at your feet ready to do whatever you tell them to do. It’s no wonderyou think you can muscle your way through every situation and get away with it.Well, this time you can’t. I signed the release and I chose Edward to Top mefor my first time. He’s nothing like you.”
“Right on the money there. Ed’s a sub.”
She gasped. “That’s a lie. He may not be as tall as you buthe’s six foot at least.”
That bizarre comment only further cemented his decision tobreak the promise he’d made to his partners and put his foot down with her.Sure they had mutual friend connections that had garnered her some impressiveleeway with all this, but enough was enough. This latest stunt was a clearindication that he’d been right all along about her. She was trouble with acapital T.
Only for you, because you want her.
The wave of adrenaline that rushed through him at thethought of just taking what he wanted—no, he wasn’t going there, but thatdidn’t mean he had to put up with her bratty vanilla ways in his ownestablishment either. Partners be damned. They’d all known she’d been lookingin the wrong places during the club’s once-a-month Dom meet-and-greet sub nightand yet none of them had done anything about it. In his case, the only reasonhe hadn’t addressed the problem of her sooner was because he never thought she’dsign a release. The fact that she’d signed the full “Monty” version even after theramifications of doing so were explained to her told him she needed a leash.
But then collaring a rabid dog was a lot of work, when onecould just as easily run it off.
“I don’t count on anyone for protection. Enraged father?”She sniffed. “Who needs one?”
“For a smart girl, you’re reckless.”
He turned so quickly she stepped back a pace before shecaught herself and stood her ground. “I have a black belt.”
“It looks silver to me.” He walked toward her, loving theway she tried to inconspicuously keep an eye on the door.
When he stopped she looked all the way up at him. Her longblack hair fell off her shoulders like liquid silk as it swung in a perfectwave against her back. The midnight color was spectacular, gleaming in thelamp-light, and now that he got close he was able to see her almond-shaped eyesbetter. He loved them. They were the color of clear peridots and framed withthick, expansive lashes.
“You think I’m reckless? Why? Because I’m questioning yourauthority?”
“No.” He reached out to get a feel of her hair, but sheleaned away from his touch before he connected. A good call on her part. They’ddone a good job of managing this odd attraction for months now, and it was bestthings stay that way. He dropped his arm and whispered, “Because you’ve justadmitted to me that you have no one to come to your defense should I decide totake you to task for your behavior.”
“Fuck you.” She pushed against his chest with the flat ofher palms and when he didn’t budge, she unwisely added, “You can kiss mycocoa-brown ass. Move!”
“Are you scared, mera pyar?”
She made a strangled sound and grabbed his shirt with bothhands. Her fingers scrunched the fabric and she used the material to leverageherself up on her tip-toes when she spoke through her beautiful white teeth, “Myfather is East Indian, my mother is a WASP from Boston. I grew up in Philly. I’mall American, and not your love in any language. Besides, it’s pronounced meerah, asshole.”
He fully enjoyed needling her. She hated that he knew ahandful of foreign endearments. Probably as much as she despised the fact thathe did pronounce them correctly. “With that mouth? I’d say you’re an allAmerican guttersnipe. A woman who looks like you should never be allowed toswear. It’s undignified.”
Her eyes slowly widened and she attempted to jerk himforward with the hold she had on him, but it was no use. Her hundred pounds tohis over two was of little consequence. “Undignified?” Her eyes remained fixed.“Undignified. I shouldn’t be allowed? I do what I want, fuckwad. When I want.How I want and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it.This is a free country and I’m a free woman, besides I was invited so don’ttreat me like one of your little subbie slaves who bows at your feet for theslightest crumb of your attention. I’d never lower myself.”
The phrase “she doth protest too much” rang loud and clearin his consciousness. The challenge she presented was like a metal gauntletsmacking him on the cheek. A cheek he’d spent months patiently turning aside.Sure, she needed someone to pluck the bruised rose petals away from the thorns,but that someone wasn’t him. He wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. Notafter what happened to him the last time he took on such a huge project. Butshit, he was tempted.
“Go, before I change my mind.” He wrapped his hands aroundhers and forced her to let go of him. When she did he gave her a gentle shove,creating a distance between them. He had to.
She smelled of apples. Fresh, crisp and tart Macintoshapples. His favorite. Too bad he couldn’t take a bite out of her. The thoughtthat he wanted to prompted him to step back. She noticed because sheimmediately latched on to his retreat.
“Just like that?” Coming forward, she snapped her fingersunder his nose and he had to muster all the strength he had not to grab thathand and use it to pull her and her belligerent ass across his lap for thespanking she so richly deserved. “I’ll go when I’m damn good and ready to go.Right after you apologize to me.”
This time there was no turning the other cheek. Thechallenge had to be met. “You sacrifice much. Take now for instance. I’moffering you the chance to simply leave and instead you’re hoping to save faceby seeking an apology from me?”
“Yeah well,” She wasn’t paying him any mind as she adjustedher blouse sleeve in a totally dismissive manner. “You sound like Yoda onsteroids. Sacrifice much,” she mocked. “What a stupid thing to say.”
“Did you really hear the words?”
Now she looked at him. “Of course, I just repeated them,didn’t I?”
He took a deep breath and clasped his hands behind his back.With his hands in this position it lessened the chance he’d do what he had ahankering to do and wring her lovely neck. “Yes, you did repeat them, but didyou understand them?”
She glared and crossed her arms. “Are you going to apologizeto me or what?”
She frowned and tapped her foot several times. “Or what,what?”
“Nothing.” He unclasped his hands then walked forward andforward some more, until she was walking backward. Banging into a chair,bumping her knee against a table just before her ass met the wainscoting, whichmade her yelp. When she quieted he added, “Just.” He brought his arms up,caging her in. “Or.” He curled down over her. “What.”
“Move.” She tried to slide right, he wouldn’t let her. “Isaid move.” She attempted an escape going left, but he stopped her.
“You asked me a question and I answered it. Since I’m notgoing to apologize there’s only ‘or what’ left for me to do.”
She flattened herself against the wall trim and when shelooked up he hissed in a breath. There wasn’t a drop of fear to be found in herlarge eyes. They shone with a confidence that nearly undid him. Hell, he wastrying to intimidate her, he should be pissed she was resisting his everyattempt and yet, oddly he was emphatically turned-on by her coolness. Somewherein the back of his mind the voice of reason that always stood him in good steadwarned, Back off. Let her go. Apologize even.
Him apologize to her? Yeah, he would. Right after hemanaged world peace and collected his pot of gold at the end of the rainbowfrom the green guy.
“So do it.”
His heartbeat sped and adrenaline pulsed to life inside him.Dom mode was revving. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do, but I’m warning you, I don’t fight fair. Especiallywhen my opponent has a huge size advantage over me.”
He waited for her to blink and when she did he scooped herup, cradling her as he pinned her arms and legs against him.