"The BDSM in the story is delicious as one would expect from Ms. Cartwright. The power struggle instead of the erotic power exchange is captured just as I’ve seen it. David demonstrates time and time again how he can be trusted. He enforces his rules and when he is hurt, he communicates both clearly and effectively. His commands and punishment are arousing. Where do we find more Doms like
David in real
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Chapter One: Michael Dayton caught a whiff of spiced vanilla, and he turned his head to find the source. The view of the woman passing by walloped him. He only managed a brief look at her face, not enough to make out her eye colour, but on a primal level he noted the softness of her mouth and the sexy gloss that accented her lips. She kept moving in the direction of the fire pit. And like the male that he was, he didn’t look away. How could he? She was tiny, compact, with blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, the strands an untamed riotous mass. She walked with determination, her hips swaying seductively as she navigated the uneven flagstone patio. Her grace was even more remarkable given the unyielding leather dress and her crazy-high stilettos. Even though the shoes added extra height, she didn’t look tall. In fact, he doubted she’d reach his chin. A need to protect flared in him. The sensation was as unexpected as it was unwelcome.