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.