Book four in the Club Rio Brava series.
Fifteen years of marriage couldn't still Mark's hunger for his wife's gorgeous body. But overwork as a surgeon and the resultant tiredness were sure doing a number on his libido. Forced to face the direction his life is taking, and realizing he might lose Lynn, Mark decides to take control back--especially in the bedroom.
Opportunity knocks when a chance conversation about a local BDSM club reminds Mark of all the times he and Lynn had gotten off on kinky sex early in their marriage. A visit to Club Rio Brava re-awakens the Dom in Mark, giving him the perfect way to get back to the uninhibited lifestyle he and his deliciously submissive wife enjoyed before work and kids got in the way.
Publisher Note: This is an original novella, based loosely on a short story previously published elsewhere.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Learning Control by Ann Jacobs
"...Lynn's hot as hell now. She had to have been a perfect ten back then."
"She was. Still is, at least to me." Not only had Lynn set off Mark's libido and been just as hot for him as he'd been for her, she hadn't cared that he had no money, or that the only place they had to fuck had been an empty resident's sleeping room where a resident might barge in any minute. "I think we must have broken in every on-call room in this hospital that summer."
"So how long did it take you to rope and tie her?"
Eli apparently was into ropes and ties, because he often mentioned how much Maggie enjoyed it when they spiced up sex with toys and light bondage. "Not long, once we realized we meshed not only in our interests but in the variety of kinks we liked in bed. We got married as soon as I finished med school the following spring." Those had been fun times. Times when Mark had lived to get back to his wife and their enthusiastic sex play.
"I didn't know you and Lynn were ever into BDSM games."
"We were, before the kids started coming along." Mark recalled how they'd started off with toy blindfolds and handcuffs and a purple silicone gel dildo he used to accuse Lynn of liking more than she liked his cock. She'd come back with a smart remark about the dildo being more readily accessible than he was, most of the time. He'd even bought a flogger and practiced using it to tan her gorgeous ass without inflicting any real damage. "After that," he said, amending his denial, "we pretty much turned vanilla. Sometimes I miss it, but lately I've been working such miserable long hours I don't often have the energy for sex at all."
"Ever hear of Club Rio Brava?" Eli's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Yeah. I even went there once, not long after I finished my residency and joined the medical staff here. One of the radiologists--he's no longer in town--asked me if I'd like to join. Lynn and I almost did, but then we found out she was pregnant. Just as well, I guess, because back then I wasn't especially anxious to display my scars to a bunch of strangers. You know, she's gotten me over that, for the most part. In the years we've been together, she's never once flinched when she's seen or touched my gimpy leg. I damn near lost my leg, and what's left is not pretty."
Eli grinned. "You can always cover up that leg. It's your cock that draws the subs' attention. I can understand, though, why the pregnancy made you decide to pass. Maggie and I hardly ever go out there now that we're expecting."
Mark nodded. "So you understand why we decided not to."
"Yes, I do. But now your girls must be old enough that they'd figure out what was going on if Mom and Dad did anything but the mildest BDSM play at home, unless Lynn's a whole lot quieter than Maggie."
"She isn't." At least she wasn't, if Mark's time-dulled memory was spot-on. "Maybe you're right, and the Club would be a nice place to get away where we can check the inhibitions caused by family life at the door."
Lynn had always insisted that Mark be the boss when it came to all things outside the bedroom. Come to think of it, she didn't assert herself much when it came to sex--she wanted him to initiate the action, show her what he wanted her to do. Was it possible she might want not only more sex but Dominant sex?
Mark suspected Lynn had been stressed and unhappy off and on for some time now. She hadn't said much about it though. After all, to be fair, he was leaving her in a no-win situation, wasn't he? He'd worked his ass off to get this practice off the ground, and Lynn loved him too much to beat him up about being a great bread winner simply because she was lonely. But truth was, he was lonely, too. He missed her and the kids. He didn't want to wake up one day with everything money could buy and find she'd left him because the one thing he couldn't buy, time for her and the kids, was the one thing she'd needed most of all.
Strange as it sounded, maybe Eli's whispered invitation, the titillating possibility, was a way to get them launched back in the right direction, turn his focus to the one thing that should be able to tear him away from his love for his career--love of his wife and her beautiful body.
He looked Eli straight in the eye. "Are you inviting me to this not-so-secret club?"
"Yeah. I am. Interested?"