Linebacker Matt Rubin is a sexual submissive, his Mistress's obedient slave. Their committed, long-term relationship is based on control--hers--until a crisis arises and he's forced to make a temporary power switch to protect her well-being, maybe even her life.
Taking over is the hardest thing Matt has ever done. BDSM submission is a way of life for Matt, a long-held choice he made because he was desperately afraid he might hurt a woman if he assumed a Dominant role. Here's what he's thinking as he prepares to give himself to his Mistress, body and soul, five years before the story begins:
She looked like an Amazon goddess, standing in the dungeon wearing a skin-tight white rubber bodysuit and a scarlet corset that cinched her waist almost enough for him to encircle it in his hands. Standing at least six foot three in her platform stilettos, she was a picture of sexual power—the ultimate Domme.
He adored her, worshiped her voluptuous body and the exotic face that perfectly reflected her mixed African-American and Asian heritage. He respected her keen, analytical intelligence that matched his own. He wanted the full-time, 24/7 dominance that would give him the freedom to love her without fearing that he might hurt his woman the way his father had abused his mother into an early grave. The dominance he’d been missing since his family had fallen apart.
In a few minutes he would give his goddess his unquestioning obedience. In return she would control his every action, his every thought. She would be his Mistress, now and forever in charge of his sexuality, in control of the ego he soon would cede to her.
The ultimate alpha football player in his public life, he feared the total sexual submission he was about to embrace, yet he craved it with every fiber of his being. A shudder went through his body as he anticipated handing over the burden of self-direction and control he’d carried for fifteen years now, since he was twelve years old and his beautiful, nurturing mother had died at the hand of his abusive father.
He peered out into the dungeon where a chair and a small table had been placed among the restraints and torture devices that gave them both such pleasure. His dick swelled against the thick, gold barbell in his ampallang piercing when he saw her place a white sheepskin on the floor in front of the chair before setting a flogger and an ornate box decorated with what looked like Arabic script onto the white tablecloth. When she bent and lit a ceremonial candle, the light bathed her stunning face in burnished gold, lent a metallic sheen to the long, straight black hair she’d left loose tonight because he’d asked her to.
Ironic, he thought. He got paid for hurting opponents on the field, but he was about to give this woman the right to humiliate, even hurt him whenever she wished—to punish him for her sexual pleasure. For his pleasure as well, he’d been learning since they’d begun playing at Rebels’ Roost more than six months ago. Both lawyers, although he was postponing his legal career while he played professional football, they had laughed together about the probable illegality of the contract they were about to enter into. But that hadn’t deterred them.
This was the life of sexual slavery she demanded that he embrace. A life of willing enslavement in the service of his big, beautiful Domme who made heads turn every time they appeared together in public. Her engaging mind and a sense of humor that stimulated his own had captured his soul in a way no one had ever done before.
He reached up and stroked his head, shaved earlier today for the collaring ceremony—temporarily, his Domme had assured him. Funny, being bald made him feel even more vulnerable than having his body waxed smooth, which he’d been doing since their second play date. He was used to coming here to the dungeon nude but for the jewelry in his genital piercings, and he’d grown accustomed to teammates teasing him about his smooth, hairless body. When he considered his discomfort at his hairless scalp, he guessed it bothered him because he hadn’t had his head shaved since his team had done it before the state championships his senior year in high school. Until today. The Jamaican braids he’d originally affected because it had helped him blend with his African-American teammates in spite of his pale, white skin were now swept off the barber’s floor into the trash. He missed those braids which had become an integral part of how he saw himself—a tough player making a statement about his individuality more than one finding a convenient way to wear his hair long and still tame his unruly curls.
As soon as she summoned him to join her, he would surrender his freedom, much like women in previous centuries used to hand over total control of their lives to their husbands when they vowed love, honor and obedience for the rest of their lives. As he prepared to go to her, he looped the thick, black leather leash he would give her around his neck and dropped to his hands and knees.
He was a sexual submissive, unafraid for everyone here to know she was his Mistress and he was her loving slave.
PRIME DEFENDER, coming Friday, September 2 from Ellora's Cave, explores the BDSM lifestyle from a different perspective than the other Necessary Roughness books--and shows what a slave and his Mistress can do for the sake of love. I hope you'll enjoy the story.
