nabel and Royce are stuck in the friend zone. Royce secretly wants her in his bed but as a Dominant, he'll only have her as his willing slave. When Royce, in a fit of jealousy, chases off a sleazy guy trying to pick up Anabel, she accuses him of acting as if he owns her.
She knows nothing of ownership--yet.
Royce is determined to teach Anabel a lesson about consorting with the wrong men. One hot night of sexual submission in handcuffs should be enough to make her beg for freedom. But he'll soon discover Anabel yearns to call him "Master", to explore his dark desires. Her body craves the heat of his touch, the lick of his leather...and so much more.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Submissive with Benefits by Reese Gabriel
Was Royce into BDSM? She had no proof, but suspected. One thing was sure--he would be a natural. She had gone weak-kneed that day in the lobby when she had watched him single-handedly take down and handcuff a purse-snatcher.
She had actually been jealous, watching him put the handcuffs on someone else.
But she'd never find out, would she? Not with Royce stubbornly refusing to go any step beyond friendship. What was his problem? Did he expect her to make the first move?
Mike was on his feet now. "I should be going," he said.
"You think?" said Royce, giving the man a death stare.
As soon as Mike made his hasty retreat, Royce sat in his place.
"Are you going to eat that apple?" Royce asked as if nothing had happened.
Anabel gave him her own version of the death stare. She couldn't stand the way he ran hot and cold, acting like a jealous boyfriend one minute and a platonic buddy the next.
"What?" he said with that exasperating innocence of his.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?"
"If that's your way of saying 'thank you' for saving you from that loudmouthed idiot, you're welcome."
"How did you save me? Did I look like I was going to hop into bed with the man? We were just talking."
Royce took a bite of the apple, a little rivulet of juice dripping from the corner of his mouth. He caught it quickly with a dab of his tongue. She could only imagine what other uses he might have for that tongue, especially on the body of a helpless, aroused woman.
The way he looked at her sometimes, she could almost feel the heat. It wasn't as if she wanted him to take her free will away but the idea of agreeing to yield to him in the bedroom absolutely thrilled her, from the offering of her lips for a kiss all the way up to crawling across his lap for a spank--disciplinary or just because it pleased him to dominate her in such a way.
Or was "agree" the wrong word? Didn't that imply the possibility of saying no? If, right this minute, Royce told her to come to him so he could whisper in her ear the things he intended to do to her or that he planned for her to do to him, what choice would she really have?
The answer would be yes, from deep in her hot belly. Yes to the surrender of her lips. Yes to kneeling. Yes to his sexual will imposed on her.
Any other answer would be ridiculous. Mouths could lie, but not tight, firm nipples, hard as the bullets Royce had dodged as a Special Forces soldier in the war. He could check elsewhere too. A single command would cause her to open her legs, her heart beating a thousand miles an hour as he expertly moved his fingers between her aching thighs.
He would find her wet, receptive...for slavery.
"Guys never just talk, Anabel. There's always an ulterior motive. He wanted in your panties."
The intensity of his glare made her breath quicken. Royce was not a man to share. He took and kept what was his.
Surely that must include his women.
Anabel snatched the apple back. "I'll thank you to leave my underwear out of it. And for your information, I get a little tired of you thinking that the only thing men want from me is my body. It's a little insulting."
"I didn't say that's all there was to you but a man would have to be clinically dead not to take one look at you and want you for himself."
Anabel felt a hot twinge in her pussy, matched by a quickening of her pulse. Was he including himself? If so, why not stake a claim? "That's not the point, Royce. Even though we're friends, you interfere in my life too much."
"I look out for you. That dude was trouble. Trust me."
"How do you know? Did you run a background check in the two minutes he was sitting here?"
"No, but I gave it serious thought."
She rolled her eyes. "I was being sarcastic."
"Your safety is no joke."
Why? Anabel wanted to ask. What was so special about her, in his eyes?
"You're very thorough in your security work, Royce. Do you provide this service for all lunch-goers?"
"Just the ones with food I want to snitch," he quipped, taking back the apple.
And so it continues, she thought wistfully, our endless game of cat and mouse.