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Wild Submission

by Roxy Sloane

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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane

Cover Design: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

ONE: ISABELLE

TWO: CAM

THREE: ISABELLE

FOUR: CAM

FIVE: ISABELLE

SIX: CAM

SEVEN: ISABELLE

EIGHT: CAM

NINE: ISABELLE

TEN: CAM

ELEVEN: ISABELLE

TWELVE: CAM

THIRTEEN: ISABELLE

FOURTEEN: CAM

PROLOGUE

Submission begins like a seduction. A slow, careful dance to discover what you really need.

Do you hold my gaze or glance away? Will you lean into my touch, or flinch from the connection? Does your mouth fall open in a silent moan when my grip turns rougher; my hands tugging harder in your hair; my whispered demands pushing you to the edge of anything you’ve ever tried before—and beyond?

I see it in your eyes. I can read the secret desire you’ve been hiding. And I know that when I push you back against the wall and slowly force you to your knees, you’ll go willingly, a slave to the passion that’s already making you tremble. Wet. Ready to obey.

Because here with me, you can be free. Free to admit the craving deep inside you, to be controlled. Educated.

Mastered.

Yes, I can tell, you want to submit to my every command. You’ll get on your knees and part those eager lips and please me, every way you can. And in that surrender, I promise, I’ll show you a release like you’ve never felt before.

My control will free us both. It’s the only thing I need in the world, and the one thing that could destroy me. Because now that I’ve tasted a surrender like no other, I can’t go back to how things were before.

Isabelle Ashcroft.

After years of reading women like an open book, she’s the first to confound me. Who is the real Isabelle? The gorgeous ice queen she pretends to be in public? A victim in need of my protection?

Or the temptation I cannot ignore?

Control is everything to me. There’s not a woman in my life I haven’t mastered completely—and she will be no different.

She thinks her submission will be on her terms. Her rules. But she doesn’t know me just yet.

The only rules that matter are mine. My hands caressing her fair skin. My collar around her throat.

My body pushing her to the brink.

She will surrender, and I will keep my precious control. The alternative is unthinkable. Impossible.

Isabelle will be mine.

ONE: ISABELLE

What have I done?

The lights of New York blur outside the windows of Cam’s Maserati as he speeds away from The Underground, his secret club. He hasn’t said a word to me since I walked in and offered myself to him.

Offered to be his sub.

I feel a shiver just remembering how I waited on my knees for him, naked, my head bent and obedient. He had no idea that I followed him there tonight. I can’t believe I was so bold.

Stupid, a voice in my head corrects me, sneering. But I push it away. I’m still clinging to the hope that Cam will take me up on my request. That he’ll introduce me to the world he’s been hiding from me: a world of dark secrets and thrilling possibility.

The world that fills me with fear—and a hot desire.

I meant everything I said to him tonight.

“I want you to show me. What you do here. What you are. Teach me, Cam. How to please you, how to feel pleasure for myself.”

I sneak a look at him. His eyes are fixed to the road, but I can see the tension radiating from under his designer suit. His strong hands grip the steering wheel, his muscular body clenched and angry. It reminds me of the last time he drove me home from the club, the night that started everything. My adopted brother Brent had taken me there with a business friend of his. He’d planned for them to play—with me as their toy. It was only Cam busting into the room that rescued me from Brent’s selfish abuse, and opened my eyes to just how toxic and damaging our relationship had become.

For ten years of my life, Brent had been the center of the world to me. But now I see how he corrupted my childish adoration, manipulated me for his own pleasure and kicks. Since our father disinherited him, he depends on me for his luxury apartment and fancy cars. He thought I was so weak that he could push me around forever, but that night was the end for me.

I’m finally free.

And it’s all thanks to the man beside me in the car; the man ignoring me like I didn’t just offer him everything.

“Cam?” I can’t take the silence anymore. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Cam’s reply is short and harsh.

“What did I do wrong?”

Instead of answering, Cam wrenches the wheel, turning into the underground parking garage of his luxury apartment building. The car screeches to a stop in the far corner. Cam shuts off the engine, breathing heavily.

“Cam?” I reach over and touch his arm, but he flinches away.

“I won’t discuss this tonight.” He says.

“But—”

“Isabelle, no!”

When he turns back to me, his jaw is clenched, and warning flashes in his blue eyes. “Don’t push me, that’s an order.”

I catch my breath, feeling the thrill of his command. This is the Cam that scares and arouses me, the man who is totally in control of every situation.

My nipples tighten. I feel wet.

“Yes, Master,” I murmur, testing him.

“Don’t call me that!” Cam growls. He shoves the car door open and gets out. I quickly scramble to follow.

“Why not?” My voice echoes after him in the empty parking garage. He stops, his back turned to me. “It’s what you like, isn’t it?”

Cam slowly turns. His fists are clenched at his sides as his eyes rake over me. Everything about him screams power and precision, and it takes my breath away.

“This isn’t a game, Isabelle. You don’t know what you’re offering me.”

“Maybe I do.” I take a step towards him. “Maybe being your sub is the one thing that makes sense to me right now.”

Cam shakes his head. “You’re still confused about Brent—”

“No!” Now I’m the one to angrily cut him off. “This is about you. You’ve showed me a new side of myself. I never knew until I met you. Until I saw your playroom, and realized… I want this.”

Pleasure and power. Submission and control. They were just words to me until I discovered Cam’s secret life as a Dom. Now, it’s all I can think about.

“This is my choice,” I vow, taking another step toward him. I’m closer now, close enough to see the lust in his eyes, and how close he is to the edge. “This is what I want. I’ve spent my life pleasing other people, and now I want to please myself.”

“Do you even hear what you’re saying?” Cam tries to be dismissive. “You want to please yourself by becoming my sub?”

“Yes.” I stand my ground. “That’s what you told me about the scene, isn’t it? That I would find freedom in surrender. That submitting to you would show me a pleasure I’d never known before.”

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Cam scowls. “I meant other women. Women who have experience in this world. Who know the rules.”

“So teach me. Show me. Give me that experience.”

I close the final few paces between us, and stare boldly into his eyes. The old Isabelle would have turned and fled in humiliation by now, having her advance rejected. But I won’t be so easily pushed around.

For once, I’m going to fight for what I want.

Cam inhales a ragged breath. “You aren’t ready.”

“That’s my decision to make,” I counter.

“It’s unprofessional,” he tries to argue. “Your father—”

“Is dead,” I finish. “He was your mentor, but that has nothing to do with what’s happening between us.”

“And what’s that?” Cam asks, still trying to keep the upper hand.

I reach out and place both hands on his chest. I can feel the muscles beneath his crisp shirt. I slide them slowly lower.

“This,” I whisper, not breaking eye contact. “Can’t you feel it?”

Cam stares back. The electricity between us is pulsing, dangerously hot. My fingertips stroke over the ridge of his abs, coming to rest on the tip of his belt.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I murmur, wetting my lips. He’s close to breaking point, I can feel it. I just need to push him over the edge, and make him see how good this could be. How right. “Tell me what you need, Master.”

I push too far. Cam jerks away at the word, breaking the spell.

“Stop!” he barks angrily. “If this is going to work, you will obey me.” I follow him to the elevator and get in quickly when it appears.

The ride up to the penthouse is tense. He won’t talk to me, won’t even look in my direction.

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