Second in the Chains of Love series.
In a secret laboratory on Earth, Waia is discovered and rescued. Genetically altered and abandoned by those who changed her, she's suffering extreme pain. The DNA inside her demands her submission to a master, yet she can feel no sexual joy of her own.
She's taken to Dargon to be trained by Master Kyr, who demands that Waia learn to accept her own pleasure before she can satisfy him.
Through the bonds of emotion, submission and trust, Kyr reawakens Waia's sexuality, embarking on a voyage to discovery that provides surprises even for him. But danger lurks for Waia at the end of her journey, and she must learn to put her trust in her own instincts and a man who claims he can train, but never love.
Reader Advisory: Demand to Submit contains a male/male sexual encounter.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Demand to Submit by Jaci Burton
Kyr stopped in front of her. "We will begin your training right away."
Waia's head shot up, her golden eyes sparkling with anger. "I don't need training."
"Yes, you do."
He held out his hands, and when she wouldn't take them reached down and pulled her to her feet. "How do you plan to survive without handling the turmoil inside you?"
"I've handled it just fine so far."
"Have you? Your body is trembling. You're wet, too, and you don't quite know what to do about that, do you?"
Her bottom lip quivered. He sensed her body was at war between need and frustration. "How do you know that?"
"The scent of your arousal. Sweet, spicy."
She shook her head in denial but didn't respond.
"Would pleasuring me give you relief?"
"No, it would give you relief."
She lied and he knew it. As soon as he suggested it, her eyes darkened and the sweet aroma of her desire filled the air around them. He knew what she needed, even if she refused to admit it to herself. Her altered genetics demanded she submit to a master. Giving her that would only partially help her. She needed much, much more.
He knew exactly what the scientists had done to her. They'd turned her into a sex robot, her only function to give her master pleasure--only she had no idea how to do it. They'd trained her to offer her body for sex, but they'd had no clue how a submissive could really satisfy her master.
"Look at me."
Her face took his breath away. Golden eyes, dark skin and a sultry mouth just made for sex. With the right teacher, she would make one amazing submissive. He felt her passion, knew it was bound up somewhere inside her. She only needed the right master to pull the chain and set her free.
But was that what she wanted? Could he possibly train her to enjoy the experience? Or would she forever have the genetic calling to be subservient, but her emotions, her own pleasure, wouldn't follow?
"I want to help you, but you have to be honest with me."
She opened her mouth to speak, but then clamped it shut and nodded. "All right."
"What does your body tell you to do right now?"
"Pleasure you. In any way possible."
He nodded. "And what does your mind say?"
"Fight against it."
He nodded again. Honesty at last. "Good."
Conflict was strong within her, evidenced by the way her anger simmered even though she licked her lips when she glanced at his crotch. His cock was hard and ready for her sweet mouth, but that would teach her nothing.
"You have much to learn. You aren't ready yet."
She blinked, then frowned. "Ready for what?"
"You aren't ready to submit."
Her eyes widened. "I don't understand."
"Just because your DNA was altered with submissive tendencies doesn't automatically make you ready."
She didn't respond, but he read the confusion in her eyes.
"Some things must be taught, Waia. They cannot be genetically created. In this, as in many things, there are choices."
Waia blinked, trying to comprehend Kyr's words. They didn't make sense. She was a submissive! They'd forced it upon her and made her a submissive who craved a master like she needed air to breathe. There were no choices to make. Whether she wanted to or not, she had to submit to Kyr. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
She licked her lips, dying for a taste of his mouth, the feel of his skin, his cock under her hands, in her mouth or inside her wet cunt. Those things she wanted desperately! So how could he tell her she wasn't a submissive?
"You will learn my way. My methods, the way I want you to be. And you will derive great pleasure from them."