Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

giving her a taste of what a D/s relationship could be like. What would he do to her now, and how would she react to his total domination?
    As soon as they’d arrived back from Club Submission, he’d given her a half hour to freshen up. Now here she stood, completely naked save for a silk robe, her hand hovering over the door handle. With all her heart she wanted Hunter. She guessed she loved him. As a child, and then a young woman at St. Mark’s, she’d relied on him to keep her safe, and then he’d left, and her life had spiraled out of control. Now, fourteen years later, he was back, bringing some semblance of purpose and hope to her otherwise chaotic lifestyle. He was the heart to her soul. The blood in her veins.
    The chrome handle felt cool to her touch, as she twisted it and pushed open the playroom door. Tentatively, and with her heart rate accelerating, she moved further into the forbidden space. The breath caught in her lungs, and she jolted in surprise, as the door suddenly slammed shut with a heavy, sickening thud. She placed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her breathing. Dear God. Awestruck, and in total silence, she watched Hunter turn the key in the lock. His glorious chest was bare and powerful. Tribal tattoos decorated his lean flesh, perfectly complementing the man and Dom. Realizing she’d been holding her breath for the last minute or so, she finally released the air stored in her lungs, before taking another anxious breath.
    He walked slowly toward her, his eyes holding hers enthralled, until he towered over her. She felt the sizzling heat in his gaze, consuming her, fanning the flames of her desire.
    “You belong to me.” His words were said so confidently, they were not an opinion, but a statement of fact. “You remember your safeword?”
    “It’s red,” she whispered.
    Hunter was in total control, and she liked it. “Excellent.” He clasped her chin in his hand, and roughly angled her face to his. “In the playroom you will call me Master.” She felt Hunter’s breath on her face. His piercing eyes were so close, she could even make out flecks of yellow and brown, speckling his penetrating blue irises.
    “Yes, Master.”
    He pulled a blindfold from the pocket of his leather jeans, and proceeded to cover her eyes. As the world slowly disappeared from view, she desperately tried to visualize the layout of the playroom. Hunter ran his fingers under the edge of the black velvet material, checking that no light was seeping through. Breathe, Zoë, breathe.
    A cold shiver ran up her spine as he slipped the robe from around her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She felt the silk material lying pooled around her ankles. Her nipples pebbled and hardened in response—a combination of the cool air, and his all-knowing eyes, watching her.
    “You are achingly beautiful, my pet. Your body could never disappoint me. You are simply exquisite.”
    His softly spoken words made her knees go weak and her pussy wetter still. “Come.” He took hold of her hand. “I wish to explore that glorious body of yours.” As if able to read her thoughts, he said, “I have something special to show you. I had it custom made, especially for you, Zoë. See if you can guess what it is. Just hold out your hands in front of you and start walking. That’s it.” He touched a hand to the small of her back, as she tentatively moved across the playroom. “Just one more step. Excellent, my sub, just a little further and you’re there.” She stopped abruptly when felt a soft object against her belly. He pressed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades. “Lean forward.” She did as he demanded, slowly tilting her upper body, until it lay at a ninety-degree angle to her legs.
    With the blindfold still covering her eyes, she desperately tried to make sense of her surroundings. A soft upholstered pad seemed to support her neck, and Hunter aligned her hands either side of her head, before placing her wrists into