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CONTROL
Changing Roles Series, Book 2
Ellie Masters
JEM PUBLISHING
Control: Book 2, Changing Roles Series
Copyright © March 2016 by Ellie Masters
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The books in the Changing Roles Series are not stand-alones.
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my one and only, amazing and wonderful husband.
Without your care and support, my writing would not have made it this far. You make me whole every day. I love you “that much”, which for the rest of you means from the beginning to the end and every point in between. Thank you, my dearest love, my heart and soul, for putting up with me, for believing in me, and for loving me.
My husband deserves a special gold star for listening to me obsess over this book and for never once complaining while I brought these characters from my mind to the page.
You pushed me when I needed to be pushed. You supported me when I felt discouraged. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. If it weren’t for you, this book never would have come to life.
Author’s Note
This story contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This story isn’t suitable for those who don’t enjoy dark romance, uncomfortable situations, and dubious consent. It has strong elements of BDSM with both male and female domination and submission. The story is sexy and twisty and dark. The themes of safe, sane, consensual practices are held by the main characters, as they should be in real life. Heed this warning, and enter the world of Changing Roles.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
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Final Thoughts
Acknowledgment
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Chapter One
Kate
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A smug expression crossed Jake’s face when I met him in the lobby. He glanced at his watch. “Fourteen minutes… Cutting it close.”
“What do you mean?”
“I gave you fifteen.”
“Please, we’re not playing that game.”
“What happened to your street clothes?”
I glanced down at my outfit. “These are my street clothes.”
He let out a whistle, his gaze taking in my white leather. “Well, hot damn. Okay, then.” That deep, commanding voice of his continued, the one that melted me from the inside out. “Let’s set a few things straight. If we’re going to pull this off, then, yes, we are playing ‘that game.’ Every single step of it. You’ll submit in every way. When we get to the Edge, there can be no hesitation. So, this is no act.”
I put my hands on my hips. A tiny act of defiance, trying to see how serious he was. I waited for him to respond, but he merely shook his head.
Upping the ante, I jutted a hip forward, lifting an eyebrow in challenge. “In public I’ll play the part, but in private—”
He stepped into my personal space and cupped my cheek, ran his finger along my jawline. His gaze lingered on my lips as he pressed a finger to shut me up. “I’m an all-in kind of guy, but then you know that. I’m not here to pretend for the public eye. My nature is to nurture, but don’t mistake that for weakness. My kindness only goes so far, and I don’t tolerate testing the rules. You’ll submit, and you’ll obey, in public and in private.”
My mind automatically tuned in to the task of submission. Excited now that he was starting to get serious. How eagerly I yearned for ropes to bind me under a true dominant’s strength.
“I don’t even know what rules you have that I can test.”
“Well, don’t worry. If you test them, you won’t be disappointed.”
“Really?” Sounded like fun. I was ready to test the hell out of him.
He gripped my arm. “Don’t mistake me. I punish for pleasure, mine, not yours, and I escalate as required. But pain is only a part of punishment.”
My knees trembled, excitement grabbing my core and squeezing tight. Good thing he had a grip on my arm. I was ready to dissolve into a puddle of willing submissive flesh. I wanted to push every one of his buttons just to force him to fulfill that promise. Hell, what kind of punishments was he capable of dreaming up?
Mine were quite inventive. Just ask any of the men who’d made the mistake of challenging me. I worried he wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.
“I expect the truth from you as well. Lying won’t end well, and I’ll always know when you are.”
I arched a brow. Doubtful. “Don’t get excited. This arrangement will last only for the duration of the case.”
He pulled me to him. The overhead lights glinted in his eyes, hardening them. “That is where we have a disagreement.” He gave me a rakish grin. So out of character for him. This was more relaxed, fun. His mood rubbed off on me.
I found myself smiling back and relaxing.
“Come,” he said with that glint in his eyes.
We exited the building and headed for his car. The black convertible Mercedes didn’t surprise me in the least. He walked me over to the passenger door and held it open while I slid inside. As he came around the back of the car, he whistled.
“What?” I glanced at him, unable to keep a smile off my face.
“First rule.” He got in and turned the car on. It roared to life beneath us. “No questions. I lead. You obey.” He backed the car up. As he shifted into drive, he gave me a look. “Besides, it ruins the surprise.”
“Am I allowed to speak?”
He lifted a brow. “That, darling, was a question. Are you so eager to earn a punishment?”
Heat flared between my legs at the promise in his voice, and something unexpected happened. Moisture pooled in my panties as I imagined his hand coming down on my backside. “No.”
“Liar.” He vented a low laugh. “Second rule. If I ask a question, you answer with the truth. So, I repeat…are you eager for punishment?”
I ground my teeth together. He was perceptive. “Yes.” It came out harsher than I intended, but he didn’t seem to take offense.
“Good.” He reached over and patted my thigh. “Give me your hand.”
I didn’t so much give him my hand as he took it. He caressed the back of my fingers, then lifted and placed my palm on his thigh.
“Keep your hand here. I want to feel you as I drive.”
I didn’t resist because I wanted to touch him. He pulled out into the street, and the car merged into the flow of traffic. The breeze blew my hair into my eyes, then swept it away from my face.
“Not being able to ask questions is going to be a problem. So, I’m going to suggest to the Domly One that he might want to allow me to put my hair up, or else this wind is going to turn it into a nasty mess. That would mean I’d have to move my hand from the Domly One’s thigh. Since I can’t ask for permission, I’m guessing I have to wait until the Domly One notices the distress of his submissive.”
My stomach clenched, owning the word that framed my new status. I stared straight ahead, my mind wrapping itself around that thought, not daring to look at him, while the wind whipped my hair, stinging my face.
“Domly One,” he said with a snicker. “Be careful, Kate. I kind of like that one. Put your hair up, but I want your hand back on my leg when you’re done.”
I gasped in fake surprise. “Oh, Domly One, what a wonderful suggestion, but wouldn’t you rather I put my hand on your cock instead?”
I fished around in my purse until I found a hairband and then struggled with my hair. Before I could settle my purse at my feet, he was already snaking out a hand to capture mine, putting it where he wanted it. Right over his dick.
“For the record…that was a question. If you keep breaking the rules, I’ll have to pull over before we even get to our destination. I’d do it, but I have a feeling you’d enjoy it too much. So, you’ll just have to wait for your punishment.”
Damn. Already he spoiled the fun. I raked my fingers over the denim of his jeans, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. His foot slammed down on the gas, and the car surged forward. He gripped my hand, squeezing to the point of pain.
I yelped and tugged against his grip.
“Do that again, and I will pull over. I don’t like being teased. I’m in control here, not you. You touch what, where, and how I say. Nothing more.”
Nothing more? So that’s how he played. I allowed my hand to go limp, submitting to his will. “As you wish. But for the record, you put my hand there.”
The corner of his lip turned up, and it took every bit of my will not to stroke him again.
The road barreled beneath us, tires eating up the pavement. The wind whipped around the open cab, cool air chilling the friction between us. He molded my fingers around the length of his erection and showed me exactly how much pressure to apply to his cock.
We drove in relative silence for half an hour, leaving the tall buildings behind. Soon, open fields stretched out on both sides of the road, and the city lights disappeared behind us.
He opened up the throttle, and I laughed as we sped down the empty road. A few minutes later, he downshifted and pulled into an empty parking lot outside an old diner. The neon sign over the building flickered fitfully, but the lights were on inside. The sign on the roof said AUNT MEL’S DINER AND ICE CREAM PARLOR.
I gave him a quizzical look.
He shrugged. “I figured you already ate dinner, and I didn’t want to take you to a bar for drinks. Besides, everyone likes ice cream.”
“Are they even open?”
Jake gave me a look. “That, darling, was a question. I think you’re up to three.”
Before I could even take a breath, he was on me. His lips slanted over my mouth, and he was kissing me. He traced the lines of my lips with his tongue. Sucked on my lower lip. Forced my mouth open. The plunder continued. Insistent need from him stole my breath and warmed me to the core.
Breathless? Call me two shakes beyond breathless.
He released me as suddenly as he began, and I fell into him, mouth half open, not ready for it to end. The pulsations between my legs had me clenching my thighs.
His eyes twinkled as I suppressed a moan. “The punishment for breaking the rules, Kate, is not pain. It’s to suffer my kisses.”
Kisses? Seriously. Maybe I needed to check his Dom card. “No one punishes with a kiss.”
He winked as I struggled to breathe. “I do. Now, if you get into the habit of breaking my rules just so you can get kissed, then I’ll move on to alternate punishments.”
We needed to move to his alternate punishments. Already my mind was spinning on how to move that along. I put my hand on the door latch. A good smack on my ass would get my head back in the game.
“No,” he said in a voice of command. “When you’re with me, I’ll open and close all your doors. Southern gentleman charm and all.” He came around to let me out. “All right, just to recap here. First rule?”
I hated protocol games. Eye rolling wasn’t against one of his stupid rules, so I flicked my eyes up to stare at the stars. Since I didn’t feel like challenging him right now, I schooled myself to obedient submission and answered in a monotone. “First rule is I’m not allowed to ask questions.”
“Second rule?”
Was a rule I intended to bend at every turn. “I answer with the truth.”
He nodded. “Good. Third rule, at least for tonight…” His smile was genuine, and the flirtatiousness of his voice soothed me. “The third rule is that you speak only when spoken to and do nothing to help yourself.”
Ugh. What a pain. Control freak much? But this is what I’d agreed to. Learn his rules, and play my part. See where things went. Doubtful he had the strength to subdue me. My shields were formidable. My hope had been that he might actually try, but that hope was fading fast.
“Tonight is about surrendering. This is a simple task.” The liquid tone of his words swirled around me, setting the mood. “We’re going to eat ice cream, and you’re going to allow me to feed you. I want your hands on your lap or tucked under your legs. If you put them on the table at any time, then you’ll earn a punishment.”
