Friday, 24 November 2017

Making Our Way Back by Jennah Thornhill

Making Our Way Back by Jennah Thornhill 
Releases 24th November
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Lucy
One minute I had my best friend, my only friend in my life.
I got through my shitty existence because of Kane.
He was my everything, my best friend and my saviour at school.
He saved me every day from the school bullies, made living with my Mother so much easier.
Then one day he just disappeared.
No explanation, no goodbye… nothing.
I got on with my life, slowly I mended my broken teenage heart.
Now I’m one of London’s most notorious divorce attorneys, but deep inside I’ve got so much anger and hurt.
Then like a ghost from the grave, Kane shows up needing me.
It’s been thirteen years since I’ve seen him, only now I don’t know if I want to punch him or rip his clothes off.
I still don’t know why he left me when we were fourteen, but I have every intention of finding out.
Even if it breaks me even more.
I have to know, he’s the only boy I’ve ever loved.
Kane
I never thought for one minute I would have to leave her behind, but I had to.
It was taken out of my hands.
She thought I just protected her at school, but she has no idea what else I’ve done.
She’s always been in my thoughts from the minute I left her.
I should never be allowed to just sit and think. Because when I do my mind always drifts back in time, to a time when dealing with my druggie Dad was actually simple. With those thoughts come the flashbacks; flashbacks that she's always present in. Her crying in the girls toilets, her laughing and playing on the rope swing I made for us at our spot. She was my happy place. Then I monumentally fucked up and I left her. She has no idea what happened after I left her that day at school crying, I didn’t want her knowing. I know if she did then she would think I was some sort of monster, but what I did, I did it for her.
Everything was always for her.
She is the only girl I’ve ever loved.
I just hope she doesn’t hate me when she finds out, because she will find out.









Monday, 20 November 2017

Unorthodox Dom (A New Adult BDSM Romance) by Lilah E. Noir

Unorthodox Dom (A New Adult BDSM Romance)


Details
Title: Unorthodox Dom
Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy (0.5, prequel)
Release Date: November 20, 2017
Genres: BDSM, Erotic Romance, New Adult
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 30,000
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Cover Design: Lilah E. Noir
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Blurb:
He was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for.
Thomas has reached his breaking point.
Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane.
He's sick of hiding.
In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions.
The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking.
What happens when her life begins falling apart?
Can Thomas put it back together with strict rules and iron discipline?
Is he strong enough to save her from herself?
Unorthodox Dom is 30,000 words erotic romance novella featuring hot, erotic action, a Dominant new to the lifestyle, a bratty submissive in need of a firm hand and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy but it can be read as a standalone. Bonus material - chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy.

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Release date: November 20, 2017. 
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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. There is usually an element of romance and tenderness but don't expect her to write a sweet love story only with affectionate vanilla sex.

Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a novella focused on a young couple's dying marriage and the mysterious Domme who helps them come to terms with their own sexuality, needs and fears. Stroker Ace has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category.

In June 2016 she released her first full-length novel Unorthodox Therapy - a reverse of the traditional boss/employee relationship that explores the nature of addiction. You can expect its sequels, Unorthodox Chemistry and Union by the end of 2017.

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Excerpt Choice One (filthy)

The room echoed with Kat’s muffled sounds while Allie ran her long nails down the girl’s body. She teased its most sensitive spots and withdrew, leaving her right on the edge, with soaked, trembling thighs and hard nipples.
I slid the long chain of the clover clamps under the one holding the nipple clamps. The cold metal slid across her hot skin and prolonged her agony. Allie picked up the vibe, turned it on and placed the smooth steel head against Kat’s clit. I crisscrossed the two chains and attached the clover clamps to her pussy lips. They pulled the flesh apart and left her inner lips and clit fully exposed.
Kat had put nipple clamps and pussy weights very high on her list of preferences. Still, that must have been quite intense even for her. Her eyes widened and she started screaming behind her gag. Her whole body was shuddering while the pain of the heavy metal clamps went through it. The sensations Allie provoked with the vibe along her inner lips and the sensitive bud of her clit added to it. No matter how much she tried to stay still, it was impossible.
Her howling when she was gagged was so hot.
I looked at Allie and picked up the crop from the bed. She nodded at me with a cruel enthusiasm and moved the vibe to Kat’s nipples. I swung the crop and hit Kat’s clit. That provoked another gagged yell and fresh tears. Our little victim shuddered so hard she had me worried for a second.
Are we still in the green, pet?” I asked in a soft voice and patted her pussy lips with the leather rectangular piece, keeping it tame and teasing rather than harsh.
Kat nodded. For about a minute, Allie and I alternated stimulation between the vibe on her clit and the strong hits of the crop.
You’re so beautiful when you suffer,” I whispered, drenched the edge of the crop with her thick nectar and brought it to her nose. “If I owned you, I’d keep you tied and gagged until I decided you’d had too much.”
I made the final crop hit across her chest. That earned me another agonized scream. I could watch her like this all day but I didn’t want to damage her. Using the clover clamps was already pushing the safety boundaries.
I leaned forward to kiss the line between her breasts and slowly unscrewed the metal teeth around her nipples. When the tender buds were free of the cruel bite, I went to kiss her chest, lick her nipples and ease the hot pain. My fingers stroked her other breast and rubbed the sore spots, marked in red, rough lines. I sank my teeth into her nipple and got up to look at her face, enjoying the battle in those pretty eyes.
Kat’s altered emotional and mental state made me insatiable. I wanted more of her internal struggle. So I decided to push the boundaries one more time. When I pulled my lips away from her aching nipple, I took one of the candles from the bedside table and tipped it. A thin line of wax started dripping down her skin. Allie chose that moment to remove the ball gag so Kat’s cries resounded through the room, desperate yet so sensual.
Please… please… it’s too much.”
Her clit was pounding. I kept running the line of wax across her body and Allie resumed the vibe torture. Kat sucked in her breath and squeezed her hands so hard she probably left marks all over her palms.
Shhh...” I kissed her lips lightly. My tenderness contrasted to the pain provoked by the wax. “Relax, kitten. You’re really close and you were such a good girl. You can do it.”
She calmed down but the sensations were too much for her. It was getting too painful for me, too. I’d wanted to fuck her for ages. I removed the clover clamps from her cunt lips and sealed my mouth against hers, sinking teeth into her tongue so I’d make her groans louder. Kat kissed me back as if her life depended on it. Her sounds echoed in my mouth when I deepened the kiss and pushed three fingers into her dripping hole, opening it wider. My thumb dug at her clit, working on her most sensitive spots.
I broke the kiss and slapped her breast to make her focus on my words.
On all fours. Eyes to the headboard.”
When Kat bent over to take the position, I got a satisfying view of her bright red lips and puckering asshole. Her knees were weak and I knew she’d cum anytime soon.
           

Excerpt Choice Two (non-explicit)
I gasped in shock the first time I visited her place. It was in stark contrast to my well-ordered home. Kat lived in a studio apartment and its entire floor surface was covered with sketches and drawings in different stages of completion. Her bed and chairs were draped with fabrics of all colors and patterns. There was a mannequin in the corner of the room. Kat had put one of her latest designs on it. I had no idea what the official name for such a dress was. It was shorter at the front, knee-length, and longer at the back, trimmed with lace and with a V-neckline. It was also the type of dress I loved seeing my girlfriend wear, especially with nothing else on.
Her apartment looked like an explosion of colors and different clothes happened there. The kitchen corner was crowded with mugs of half-finished coffee. Kat nervously explained she was usually out all day and didn’t have time to do any housekeeping.
That didn’t surprise me. She was always late for our dates. Her time management skills were lacking and she could hardly keep up with all her tasks. The worst part was that even if she had a thousand ongoing projects, that wouldn’t stop her from venturing into a new activity.
I appreciated her artistic and chaotic nature but I couldn’t handle that disaster.
That’s no excuse.” I smirked and drew her closer to me. “You deserve to be punished.”
Kat glowed. She was just about to get down on her knees and utter, “Yes, sir”. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist.
No, naughty girl. There will be no spanking for you.”
She blinked in surprise.
I have to be punished for keeping my room in such a mess, Master.”
And punished you will be.” I slapped her ass very lightly. “Strip to your stockings.”
Kat grinned wickedly and began undressing with enthusiasm. She was swaying her breasts and hips in a dance-like rhythm and staring at me with her hypnotizing eyes. Poor girl. All the allure wouldn’t save her from the cruelty I’d inflict upon her.
When Kat removed her dress, bra and high heels, I slipped my hand in her panties and lazily slid a finger down her mound. She moaned out and raised her waist so I’d press my finger harder against her. I smiled and pulled away.
No, pet. Like I said, this is punishment.”
Kat stared at me with confusion and lost some of her seductive confidence.
Now...” I walked to a nearby chair, covered in a pile of her dresses, skirts, and underwear. I gathered the clothes and put them on her bed. Then I sat down on the chair with all my authority. “Your punishment is to clean this room.”
What?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “But that’s not fair.”
Ah...” I rubbed my chin and smiled at her. “You have a problem with some terms for someone who has been in the lifestyle for as long as you. It’s called punishment for a reason, Kat. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”
She had told me that ours was the first relationship she’d been in that included kink and power play. Of course, she had a lot of experience as a pro sub and plenty of friends with benefits arrangements. However, she’d never had a boyfriend and a Dom in one person.
Kat looked miserable in that moment and yet so adorable I couldn’t help but laugh.
Gather all your sketches and drawings. Sort them into three columns. Completed, half-finished and abandoned ideas.”
Jeez… I knew you were orderly but do you have OCD or something?” She was still pouting like a little girl with her arms folded.
Keep your arms down. Stop sassing me if you want to get your reward, you bad girl.” I slapped her thigh and Kat obeyed at the drop of a hat. “When you’re done, you’ll gather your clothes and put them back in your drawer. The dirty ones go to your laundry basket. When you finish this, you will do your dishes and clean the floor. Questions?”
Yes!” She kept the cute frown on her face. “Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend?”
I’m your Master, darling, and you’ve been in need of discipline for way too long.” I smiled at her. “I see you still don’t get it.”

Excerpt three (romantic)

When the insane pleasure subsided, I’d untie Kat, kiss her lips and cuddle her for some time. I’d whisper to her I had really needed it and tell her to go and take a shower as I still had a lot to do.
Kat would make coffee and force me to eat. The best part of her presence was when she quietly knelt at my feet and put her head on my thigh. It usually happened late at night. She’d close her eyes and just stay there, not attempting to touch or tease me. Kat was just like a kitten in those moments, seeking the closeness of her owner. It was beautiful. I’d stroke her hair and whisper in a soothing voice.
Go to bed, little one. I’ll just stay a little longer.”
I’m fine here,” she’d whisper in a sleepy voice and suppress a yawn.
I’d smile and put her on my lap to kiss her tenderly.
I know, pet, but I want you to be well-rested.” I ran my fingers through her soft tresses. “I’ll give you a special surprise tomorrow if you’re a good girl.”
Usually, Kat wasn’t too thrilled but she obeyed. She hated sleeping alone. That would give me an incentive to be done faster with my task.
The moment I slipped under the covers next to her was always so warm and intimate. Especially when she rolled over onto her side and cuddled against me, whispering how much she missed me.
I’d probably survive my exams even without Kat. Somehow, though, she made this time easier and helped me not to lose my sanity with stress. The longer I spent with her, the more I was shredding my old insecurities and fears.

Again, how did I ever get so lucky?


Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Cover Reveal for Sienna Grant Fractured





Cover Reveal:
Fractured Heart
by
Sienna Grant

Oct 31st





 


We had it all.
A beautiful marriage, a nice house and a baby on the way. What could go wrong?
Everything...that’s what went wrong.

I lost her.
I don’t know how to go on. I’m stuck in a world of grief with only my little girl to save me.

I vowed to never love again.
No one would ever take her place but what happens when someone breaks down your defences and repairs your heart one small crack at at a time? 














Sienna Grant is a 39 year old romance writer. She's married to her soulmate and is a mother to 3 children, two of which are all grown up.

When she's not being a mother and wife, she loves to write and make up her own world but still loves a hint of realism.




     



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Thursday, 12 October 2017

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Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Pandora Spocks For Sparrow

For Sparrow


The Basics:
Title: For Sparrow
Series: The Dream Dominant Collection (Book 3)
Release Date: October 3, 2017
Genres: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 96,433
Author: Pandora Spocks
Cover Design: Linzi Basset
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Blurb:
When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated.  He’s the only man she’s ever loved.  Just eighteen when she met him, she’s been married to him for twenty-five years.  Now she’s lost her friend, her lover…and her Dominant. 
But as it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant until she gets back on her feet. 
Judd is determined to fulfill his promise to his friend.  But it’s a damn odd arrangement—a platonic Dom/sub relationship.  With her fiery auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and audacious spirit, Jessi captured his attention the first time he ever saw her.  At her husband’s funeral. 
A man could go to hell for the things he’s been thinking.  But they’ve drawn a line, and he’s going to stick to it.
Judd’s sexy good looks and his gentle confidence aren’t lost on Jessi.  She’s torn between loyalty to the man she loved, and desire for the man increasingly in her fantasies.  In the letter Graham left for her, he mentioned that she might find Judd attractive.  But that’s simply ridiculous.  He’s five years younger than she is.  He couldn’t possibly be interested in her.  Could he?
Judd’s a Dom without a sub, and Jessi’s a sub without a Dom.  It’s perfect for the time being.  Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution? 
And could it all end at the hands of a madman?
FOR SPARROW is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme.  It’s the third book in the Dream Dominant Collection.
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FOR SPARROW launches on October 3, 2017. 
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Author Bio:
Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida.

Pandora has had stories pinballing around in her head for years. At one point, she spent hours daydreaming in Mrs. Howe's ninth grade algebra class. She didn't learn much algebra, but she had some really good ideas. Recently she decided to try her hand at sharing those stories with others. 

She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.  She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One NightFor Sparrow joins Luke & Bella and Lost & Bound as the third book in The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels.

Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy romance.

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Excerpt Choice One (explicit)

            Flickering candlelight greeted them as they entered the bedroom, and Jessi saw various implements lined up on the bed.  She looked to Judd.
            “I wanted to create the right mood, Angel.  Candles seemed the way to go.”
Slowly she approached the bed and lightly fingered what she saw there--a black leather crop, a rectangular paddle also of black leather, a black suede flogger, and a wooden spoon.  Judd stepped beside her and slid off his black leather belt, adding it to the assortment.
            When she turned to him, his expression was bemused.  “Told you I went shopping,” he laughed.  “Now, you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to let you choose what I’m using to spank you with tonight.  So what will it be?”  He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, waiting to see her response.
            Jessi blinked and looked back to the items on the bed.  Her head spun with possibilities, but suddenly she knew the answer.  Dropping to her knees, she grasped her wrists behind her back and bowed her head.  “Whichever one would please you, Sir.”
            “Angel, you please me more than I can say.”  He stroked her hair lovingly, then removed his shirt, tossing it into the bathroom. 
“I think…”  He reached down to help her stand, tugging at the dress gathered around her waist to pull it the rest of the way down.  “I think we’ll get the biggest bang for our buck…or your butt,” he grinned, “with the paddle.  I want you to stand at the end of the bed and lean over.” 
Jessi complied, resting her torso on the bed, her head turned toward the slider overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond.  In the dim light, she could also see herself, naked and bent over the end of the bed, reflected in the white sheer-shrouded glass.  Her expression was wanton, needy.  And she felt immensely happy.
            Judd smoothed his hand over her bare bottom, pausing to tweak the plug.  Jessi gasped at the sensation and felt the need in her core grow.  She yelped when the first smack surprised her, but after that, she gave herself over to the sensations, the whack on her cheeks, the vibration in her ass, the tingle in her pussy. 
            At some point, Judd put down the paddle and used his hands to smooth away the sting.  “Up on the bed and on your knees, Angel.” 
            Jessi complied, and he turned her to face the bank of glass.  “Head up.  I want you to watch as I fuck your cunt.”
            She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection as he impaled her with no further preamble.  He pounded into her, all the while fidgeting with the red-jeweled flange of the butt plug.  Jessi felt a release of fluid she was powerless to stop.
            “Come when you’re ready, Angel.  You’ve earned it,” Judd coaxed.
            Needing no further encouragement, Jessi cried out as ecstasy overtook her, starting in her drenched core and radiating throughout her body. 
            “Good girl,” Judd murmured as her shuddering subsided.  He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder.  “But we’re not done quite yet.  I’m still taking your ass tonight.”
            Gently, he helped her down to her belly and slid her to the edge of the bed so that her feet rested on the floor.  Using his foot, he pushed her feet wide, and he carefully removed the butt plug, wrapping it in a waiting towel.  “What’s your color, Angel?”
            She heard concern in his voice.  “Um, green, Sir.  I’m good.”
            “Good.  Very good.”
            Next, Jessi felt a cool dollop of lube at the top of her crack and Judd massaged it around the hole the plug had vacated.  That was followed by the pressure of Judd’s cock pushing at her entrance.  “Breathe, Angel.  Just relax and breathe.”
            Jessi did just that, closing her eyes and focusing on the renewed sensation in her pussy as Judd pushed his way into her back hole.  When his head pushed past her taut ring, he stopped, giving her a chance to acclimate before he pushed forward. 
Jessi raised her head, seeking out his eyes in the glass door.  She watched as he slowly pushed himself in to the root, and she saw his chest hitch as he forced himself to hold still again.  At the question in his eyes, she nodded, and he gave her the full force of him, withdrawing abruptly, then slamming back into her, pounding her tight passage.  He pulled her to her knees to gain better purchase, his balls slapping against her clit with every charge, and she felt her moment building again.
“Come with me, Jessi.  I want us to come together,” he grunted, as he released himself for the second time that night.
Jessi saw sparks and screamed out her pleasure, continuing to shake as he slid from her grasp and collapsed onto the bed.  Judd gathered her to himself, wrapping her in his arms as they both gasped for air.  She snuggled in to his chest and he lightly kissed her temple.  “I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are.  You’re mine, Jessi.”

Excerpt Choice Two (not explicit)

Jessi’s hands shook.  With her index finger, she traced the writing on the front of the envelope.  She glanced out the back door to see Judd kick off his shoes and sit on the edge of the pool, sinking his feet in the water.  Buddy flopped down beside him and rolled over, wanting his tummy scratched, and Judd obliged. 
            She turned her attention back to the envelope.  Her irrational self told her that if she didn’t open it, somehow everything could go back to normal.  But curiosity won the moment, and she slid her thumb under the flap and carefully opened the letter.
            My dearest Sparrow,
I’m so sorry I’m not there with you.  I can feel my heart beginning to wear out.  Please don’t be angry with me for not telling you, I know how you worry about things.  We’ve had a good life together.  I’ve told you before and I’m telling you again, you are the best thing that ever happened to me.  The fact that you are the mother of my children amazes the hell out of me.  What did I ever do to deserve such a terrific family?
            Jessi reached up to wipe a silent tear from her cheek.  Self-consciously, she flicked her eyes out to the pool deck to find that Judd was watching her intently, and he flashed a sympathetic smile.  Sniffing, she read on.
It would be pointless, I suppose, to tell you not to mourn.  Just don’t do it too long.  And don’t you dare wear black.  God, I hate all that maudlin bullshit.  Now Sparrow, you and I know that you are a natural submissive.  I don’t want you to feel lost without a Dominant in your life.  I want you to find one, a true Gentleman who will cherish you in the way you deserve.  One who will nurture the sexy, sensual woman you truly are.  Don’t you go back to some kind of vanilla half-existence.  That would really piss me off. 
Tears still streaming, she laughed because she could almost hear Graham’s voice. 
If you have this letter, you’ve met Judd.  I’ve known him for several years now, and he’s a solid Dominant.  I’ve asked him to check in on you and to take care of some things around the house.  I’ve also asked him to help you out until you find a Dominant of your own.  Judd is willing to give you knee time, Sparrow, to help you settle your mind and find peace.  I don’t mean sex and kink.  He would be a sort of ‘emotional Dominant,’ just until you get back on your feet.
On the other hand, if you found yourself attracted to Judd, it would make me happy knowing that you’d be in good hands.  He’s a good man, Jessi, a gentle man and a Gentleman.  He would be a perfect sexual Dominant for you.  I worry thinking about the dangers out there, Sparrow.  You and Judd could make your own way. 
Mortified, Jessi glanced out the back door.  Thankfully, Judd was staring out across the pool.  “I can’t believe you’re telling me these things,” she murmured to herself.
Anyway, I trust you, Sparrow.  You’re smart and strong, and I’m so proud of you.  Never forget that you are absolutely the love of my life.  I’m forever grateful to you for taking my hard, stuffy heart and helping me to be a better man than I ever dreamed about being.  Be sure the kids know how much I love them.  I love you, my Sparrow, with all my heart.  Live happy.  Find love and cherish it.
Your loving husband and Master, G.
Jessi was completely undone.  Sobbing, she folded her arms on the counter and rested her head on them.  She cried until she felt she had no tears left.  Moments passed and she raised her head.  It hurt and her eyes felt puffy.  With a glance at Judd and Buddy still sitting by the pool, she went into the powder room and splashed water on her face. 
Taking a deep breath, she forced her feet out the back door and across the pool deck.  Judd smiled up at her kindly.  “How are you holding up?”
Jessi shrugged as she stepped out of her sandals and sat beside him, slipping her feet into the cool water.  They sat without speaking, each gently sliding feet through the water, watching the ripples cross the pool and return to them.  Judd moved his foot under her leg and raised her foot to the surface.  The fuchsia nail polish was chipped and peeling. 
“How long since you had a pedicure, Jessi?” he asked gently.
            She moved her foot away and looked at him sharply.  “What exactly did your letter say, Judd?”
            He exhaled forcefully.  “Like I said, he was worried about you.  He said that you’re submissive and that you might need somebody in your life until you find your way.”  He glanced at her knowingly.  “When was the last time your mind was quiet, little one?”
            A tear slid down Jessi’s cheek and she swiped at it roughly.  “So, you’re my appointed Dominant, is that it?” she asked testily.
            “It’s not like that.”  Judd looked at her steadily.  “Graham and I were friends.  We talked about Dominance and submission for hours over the years.  He trusted me.  Trusted me with the one thing that meant the most to him in the world.” 
            He paused, gazing at her thoughtfully.  “He didn’t want you to run into the wrong kind of man while you’re looking to ease your mind, to fill that emptiness that I see in your eyes.”  Jessi stubbornly looked away and swiped at her cheek again. 
            “You know, it’s entirely up to you.  I’m going to complete the list of things around your house.  I promised him I would.  But whether you accept me as a surrogate Dominant?  Only you can decide that.” 
            He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.  “You miss knee time, I know you do,” he said softly.  “A chance to just let go of all the concerns that weigh you down.”  Jessi turned back to look at him, her expression softer.  “I’m not talking about kinky sex, tying you up and all that.  I’m offering you a chance to clear your mind of everything, let me carry your burdens for a while.”
            “Why?  Why would you do that?”  Her voice was strained.
            Judd shrugged.  “I’m Dominant.  It’s what I crave, to be needed, to take care of a submissive.”  He laughed lightly.  “I’m a Dominant without a submissive, and you’re a submissive without a Dominant.  For the time being, it works out well.”
            He gazed at her steadily, kindness in his brown eyes.  “Just say the word.  Do you want knee time, little one?”
            Another tear rolled down her cheek.  And she nodded.  “Yes,” she whispered.  “I want knee time.”
            He smiled patiently.  “Yes, what, little one?”
            “Yes, Master.”
            Judd shook his head.  “I’m not your Master, little one.  Yes, Sir will do.”
            Unconsciously, Jessi bowed her head submissively.  “Yes, Sir, may I please have knee time?”
            “Yes, you may,” he responded gently.  “There is a big leather chair in your den.  Be kneeling beside the chair in two minutes.  Your eyes will be closed and you will clear your mind.  Do you understand, little one?”
            “Yes, Sir.”  Jessi stood and started to walk away, but then turned and looked at him anxiously.  “My clothes, Sir?”
            “Your clothes are fine the way they are,” he answered.  “Hurry.  I’ll come to you shortly.”
            “Yes, Sir,” she said, and she hurried into the house.