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His Girl, His Rules
By
Morganna Williams
Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Morganna Williams
Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Morganna Williams
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.
www.StormyNightPublications.com
Williams, Morganna
His Girl, His Rules
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
Images by The Killion Group and Bigstock/PlusONE
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Prologue
Gabriel studied the sleeping form of his wife, doing his best to ignore the slow beep of the machine recording her heart rate and respiration. Both were slow; too slow.
He would lose her soon. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut against the burning building behind them; how was he supposed to do this? He was her protector, it was his job to shield her from the rougher sides of life and keep her safe sometimes even from herself.
But he hadn’t been able to protect her from this: cancer… the very name of his enemy filled him with rage. Rage he couldn’t give voice to because she needed him to be calm and loving. They both knew they were at the end of their story.
The thought of saying goodbye to her, his sweet little submissive wife, brought such pain he had to fight to take a breath. It was like the very air in the room seared his lungs. He loved her so much and she was being taken from him.
“Gabriel?” Michelle’s weak voice called to him as her small figure stirred in the bed.
Scrubbing a quick hand over his face, Gabriel made himself smile at her as he sat down in the chair next to her bed. “I’m here, baby girl.”
She reached her small thin hand out to clasp his as he leaned in close. “Gabriel, I wanted to talk to you. I know you don’t want to talk about this, but I need to say it.”
He frowned as he studied the serious expression on her beautiful face. “What is it, love?”
“Gabriel, someday you will fall in love again…” she began.
“You’re right, I don’t want to have this conversation. I should paddle your little bottom for even bringing such a thing up. How could I ever want anyone else when I’ve had you?” he asked sternly.
Michelle smiled and lifted the hand not holding his to stroke the side of his face. “My darling man, you say the sweetest things.”
Gabriel caught her hand in his own and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. “Enough of such foolish talk.”
A frown puckered between her brows. “It isn’t foolish, darling. You’re a young man and you will love again. You have to!”
“Michelle…”
“Gabriel, don’t you see, it will be testament to how well we loved each other that you are able to love again. You have too much love inside you to let it die with me. Promise me, Gabriel. Promise!” As tears began to gather in her soft blue eyes, he gave in.
“I promise.” He was barely able to speak past the growing lump in his throat.
Sighing, she relaxed back against her pillows. “Thank you. I wanted to talk more, but I’m so tired.”
“Don’t try to talk anymore, sweet girl. Rest, I’ll be right here,” he told her, stroking the hand in his own as her eyes drifted shut.
As he watched, her breath became more and more shallow, and then without even a small sound to demonstrate it was coming, she left him and was gone.
The alarm on the machine rang shrilly and the hospice nurse, waiting as unobtrusively as possible in a chair in the corner, rose and turned it off before leaving to give Gabriel his privacy.
Gabriel knelt at his wife’s bedside with his head resting on their still joined hands and wept.
Chapter One
Glory Walters grinned as her best friend Nat opened her birthday present. It was a pretty glass bottle fashioned into a hummingbird feeder with a metal holder. When she saw it, Glory had known it would be perfect for Nat’s backyard.
“I love it! Thanks, Glory!” Nat smiled at Glory before moving on to open the rest of her presents.
“So I hear you wrote a book,” Jessica, Nat’s younger sister and also one of her childhood friends, said from the chair beside her. She’d known Nat and Jess since she and Nat were seven and Jess was six. There had been more moments than she could count when she really wanted to gag Jess.
Glory blushed and looked nervously around to see if anyone had heard. “Shhh, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Why? Is it a dirty book?” Jess asked with a raised brow.
If possible, Glory felt her face get even redder in response to the question. Point in fact it was BDSM erotica, but she was hardly going to say that out loud at a dinner party. There was a reason she shared the information with Nat but not with Jessica. It wasn’t that she feared Jess’ judgment; it was her complete lack of filter.
“Nat seems to be having a good time,” Glory said in an effort to shift Jessica’s attention.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Jess persisted.
Glory heaved a heartfelt sigh, and whispered out of the side of her mouth, “Yes, it’s a dirty book, now hush.”
“Morning Glory Walters!” Jess exclaimed loudly.
Glory winced and crossed her eyes as she did every time someone said her full name out loud. She loved her mother, but was that the best flower name she could think of? Hyacinth would have been better!
“Shhhhh,” Glory said urgently as people began to look over at them. If her face got any hotter, she would burst into flames.
“I don’t understand. Don’t you have to be dirty before you can write about being dirty?” Jess asked.
Glory shrugged, trying hard to pretend the conversation wasn’t happening and taking a drink of her sweet tea.
“I mean, that would be like me writing about being Asian.”
Glory promptly choked on her drink. Jessica helpfully pounded her on the back until her pipes cleared.
“Thanks.” Glory bit the word out with a glare.
“It was funny, Glory, admit it!” Jess said with an unrepentant grin.
Glory sighed. It had been a funny comment and Jess was just being Jess. “Fine, it was somewhat amusing,” she said grudgingly.
Jessica laughed. “You know you love me, Glory.”
“Yes I do, but sometimes I still think about killing you in your sleep!” she said crossly.
“Ooh, I think about killing Jess in her sleep too!” Nat said, jumping in on the conversation with a grin as she plopped down in the chair next to Glory.
“So what will be your focus this next year?” Glory asked her friend. Every year on their birthdays, they each picked something new to work on or accomplish.
“This year I am going to get that partnership in my firm,” Nat said with determination. “It’s time; I either get the partnership they’ve been dangling for years or I’ll start my own law practice.”
Jessica and Glory both cheered loudly in response to Nat’s words. It was past time the partners in her law firm recognized all of her hard work and all the cases Nat had won for them.
Nat turned her attention back to Glory. “Your birthday is next month; what are you going to do next year?”
Before Glory could say anything, Jessica chimed in, “I think Glory should make finally losing her virginity her goal this year.”
“Jess!” Glory and Nat both hissed at the loudly spoken words and looked around to see if anyone had heard her outburst.
Jessica snorted, “Come on, Glo, you’re about to be thirty-five. It’s time to give it up. You must be the oldest living virgin in history. I mean, seriously, are there cobwebs up there?”
Glory felt her face flame anew, which had always been a constant state around Jess. “Geez, Jess, it’s not like it doesn’t get any action.”
“Battery-operated boyfriends so do not count!” Jess declared.
Nat looked thoughtfully at Glory. “You know, she has a point. Think of it as research for your next book.”
Glory felt all flustered as the focus of both of her friends shifted to her sex life. Were they really talking about this in a crowded restaurant?
“I need a drink,” Glory said.
“I second that!” Jess said and then called a server over to order a round of tequila shots.
By the third round Glory was warming to the idea; by the fifth she’d convinced herself it had been her own. “It’s perfect. My next story is set in a BDSM club, something frankly I have always had a little more than idle curiosity about. Perhaps in that setting I could finally relax enough to let go. It’ll be great!”
“Um, Glory, I was thinking more along the lines of you sleeping with a guy you were dating. I’m not sure jumping into the deep end without your swimmies is the best idea,” Jess said.
Nat chewed her lower lip worriedly. “Glo, this doesn’t sound like a great plan to me. What if you end up with some hard-case dom who really hurts you?”
“That’s why they have safewords,” Glory said with a sloppy grin. She was really warming to the idea; the thought was bringing delightful tingling warmth to rest at the juncture of her thighs. She
Chapter Two
Studying her reflection critically in the mirror, Glory tried to decide if she could summon up the necessary confidence to walk into a BDSM club garbed in the short black skirt and purple bustier.
Glory was happier with her body than she had been in a long time; she’d worked hard to lose weight, but maybe she needed to lose more before trying to implement her plans.
“You look fabulous, Glory!” Nat said from behind her, meeting Glory’s eyes in the mirror.
“I don’t know…” She chewed her lower lip as she studied her overblown curves. “Maybe I should wait until I lose more weight.”
“You look wonderful! There isn’t anything wrong with being a size sixteen! I wish I had a fraction of your curves,” her friend told her earnestly.
Glory rolled her eyes, Nat was perfect. Tall and slim with long blond hair and big blue eyes, she never had any shortage of dates; men flocked around her in droves. “Don’t be silly, Nat, you’re perfect, and why would you want to look like this?”
“I’ve always wanted boobs and hips. I might as well be a boy! Don’t get me wrong, I do fine with what God gave me, but you look like a goddess.”
“Don’t get carried away, Nat, your nose is growing and in a minute you’ll be so full of it your eyes will turn brown.” Glory sighed and tried to look at herself with a little more objectivity. The bustier pulled her waist in tight, accenting her hourglass shape. Granted, it was a lush hourglass, but the shape was there just the same.
“You look like the silhouette some truckers have on their mud flaps,” Nat said with a grin. “Men will line up, trust me.”
Glory shook her head. “I might not have been a size sixteen since I graduated from high school, but I do remember there were no lines.”
“We aren’t talking about little boys here, Glory, we’re talking about men with a capital M, totally different kettle of fish,” her friend assured her. “You can’t back out now, you have to do this, and you owe it to yourself. This is your year, remember?”
With one last look at the mirror, Glory straightened her shoulders determinedly. “Yes, it’s my year. I’m tired of just writing about sex; it’s time I experienced it for myself.”
“I’ve been waiting on you to take action for years. No offense, hon, but you seriously do have to be one of the oldest virgins in history. Add the fact that you write erotic romance into the mix and the irony is almost enough to slay me.”
Glory blushed. She loved Nat and couldn’t ask for a better friend, but being a thirty-five-year-old virgin wasn’t something she liked to talk about out loud with anyone. On her birthday after consuming a whole bottle of wine by herself, she’d mapped out the plan previously discussed at Nat’s birthday party.
She was really going to take the bull by the horns, determined another birthday wouldn’t pass without her experiencing some of the things she wrote about.
For years Glory had waited for love, sure that if she was patient, her Prince Charming would show up and sweep her off her feet. But princes seemed to be in short supply and love was even more elusive. Nope, she was done waiting for love. At thirty-five, she was an independent woman and probably way too set in her ways at this point to be able to live with another person.
Glory didn’t need love, but hot sex was another story. It was her year and she was going to get her some. She’d found a local BDSM club doing research for an earlier romance novel. Spanking, bondage, and light D/s play had figured into her fantasies since before she knew what to call her kink or how widespread it was.
She’d made friends with one of the co-owners of the club when interviewing her extensively for the previous novel. Simone was only too happy to help her get her feet wet in the BDSM scene.
Tonight was the club’s monthly munch to vet new members. Glory planned to be there and hopefully find someone to fulfill her fantasies. It would provide great information for the novel she was currently working on and scratch an itch that had needed taking care of for years.
Nat had helped her to find the bustier and short black skirt, and then done her hair and makeup. She’d piled Glory’s long auburn curls on top of her head in an artful design of deceptive disarray, and subtle makeup accented Glory’s slightly tilted hazel eyes, bringing out the green.
Glory had to admit she’d never looked better. Nat had managed to make her eyes look big and a little mysterious; her high cheekbones stood out above her full lips and stubborn chin.
Looking at the time, Glory took a deep breath and slid her feet into the four-inch heels that completed her outfit. It was now or never.
“I’m worried about those heels, Glory. You should really rethink them,” Nat said, looking at her friend’s feet with a frown.
“I can’t wear flats! Not to this club; heels are what all the women wear!” Glory exclaimed.
“But you’re a klutz,” Nat pointed out rather bluntly. “You can’t walk across a floor barefoot without falling over something non-existent.”
“I’ll be careful,” Glory said, setting her chin stubbornly. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. It would be bad enough for her to be the only virgin in the room; she wasn’t going to be wearing dowdy shoes too!
* * *
Glory sat nervously at a side table in the club lounge area, filling out a very detailed questionnaire about her limits. How was she really supposed to know what her limits were?
Obviously oral and vaginal sex were okay; anal sounded really interesting and had played a large part in her fantasy life for years, though she’d never had enough courage to put her B.O.B. into action there.
She chewed the top of the pencil eraser as she studied the different acts on the form: water sports… nope; bondage… that one was okay; verbal and physical humiliation… Glory pictured someone calling her names or pointing out her many flaws… big no to that. Just the thought of it was enough to bring tears to her eyes; nope, she’d had more than enough of that in high school and sadly in everyday life as well. People could be so mean!
Glory wasn’t sure she even understood everything on the questionnaire, so she did the best she could filling it out and just said no to anything she didn’t fully understand.
Simone set her up to meet with one of the partners in the club, Master Gabriel, after the munch and told her he would explain anything she didn’t understand and give her a little experience with light play.
Glory was relieved Simone had been so open to her doing research for her book and exploring personally for herself. Simone told her as long as she didn’t write specifically about club members, and everyone she interviewed was told why she was interviewing them, there shouldn’t be any problems.
She looked around the room at the different people attending the munch and wondered which one was Master Gabriel. Simone had told her he would be the perfect master to introduce her to the club.
Chapter Three
Gabriel grinned as he watched the redhead fill out the form, periodically flushing deeply as she read something, then squirming in her seat before taking a deep breath to answer the question. She also had the endearing habit of chewing on the end of her pencil as she concentrated on what she was reading.
He’d been watching her since he came down from the apartment he lived in above the club.
“That’s the author,” Simone said, as she watched him watch the redhead.
Gabriel frowned incredulously as he looked at Simone. “The little redhead blushing like a house on fire is the erotica author I’m meeting with later?”
Simone laughed. “Yep. Glory Walters aka Eva Grey. She is quite unexpected, isn’t she?” The domme eyed the writer with a speculative gleam in her eye.
“Delicious,” Gabriel said softly. He didn’t know what Ms. Walters’ story was yet, but he wanted to, and he also already knew he didn’t want to share. He was intrigued over the disparity between her writing and how easily she seemed to embarrass. Gabriel hadn’t experienced this level of interest since he lost Michelle. It was a mystery he’d have the answer to before she left tonight.
