Lured By My Master

by Jenna Jacob

  Another pair of EMTs wheeled a little girl covered in blood and unconscious through the door. Sam came in right behind them. He flashed me a supportive nod, then turned his attention toward the little girl.

  “I’ve got this,” he announced confidently.

  I directed them into trauma room two. Vacillating, I stood in the doorway. Sam had pulled me off his team. Even though I now knew the reason, it still stung. Of course, that was before last night…before the hospital had been put on alert. Still, I didn’t know if Sam had, or even planned to rescind his directive. I only knew that disobeying a direct order from Metcalf could cost me my job. I couldn’t afford the luxury of fear or sappy emotions.

  Slapping a layer of protection around my heart, I zipped a glance toward the hall. As Liz approached, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the room.

  “Here, take this,” I instructed, shoving my tablet into her hands. “I need you to assist Sa…Dr. Brooks.”

  At first she blinked. Then understanding slowly made its way across her face. “Oh, Cin… I don’t think—”

  “Just do it,” I instructed, then turned and walked away.

  As the ER filled to capacity, Felicia—the nighttime charge nurse—and myself directed the influx of staff that had arrived to assist the overflow of patients. With Felicia’s help, we were able to orchestrate each physician’s orders with the lab and x-ray techs. So far, our system was working seamlessly.

  Soon, frantic parents descended, demanding information about their children. Monica ran back and forth between the unit and waiting room like a track star. And soon, anxious parents and scared children were reunited.

  “On it, Dr. Brooks,” Felicia assured as she darted from trauma two.

  “What does he need?” I asked, forcing the disquiet from my voice.

  “His patient finally came to. Brooks wants me to bring in a plastic surgeon to stitch up the little girl’s face. Then he’s sending her up for a brain scan. Poor little thing was out a long time,” Felicia explained.

  “Good. I won’t keep you.” I nodded.

  Turning, I saw Sam standing in the doorway watching me. A look of sorrow and guilt was etched over his face. I shook my head and flashed him a weak smile, conveying there were no hard feelings. He’d make sure I was back on his team…I saw the promise in his eyes. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a stuffed panda bear and tossed it to him.

  Jerking in surprise, he juggled the toy but caught it, then smiled. With a wink of thanks, he turned and walked into the room.

  “Hey, look who I found out in the hall. She said her name is Pammy, and she wanted to know if she could come in and cuddle with you,” Sam said to the little girl.

  “I guess so,” she answered in a tiny, fear-filled voice. “I want my mommy.”

  “I know, darlin’. She’ll be here very soon. I promise,” Sam assured in that patented calm and soothing voice.

  Even surrounded in overwhelming anguish, I couldn’t help but smile.

  Things slowly began to settle down. The injured children were released, admitted, or sent to other departments for further care. So far, there had been no fatalities. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks.

  After Sam’s patient had been taken for her CT scan, he paused in the hall and pinned me with an expression of concern. “Are you doing all right?”

  “Yes. How about you?”

  He chuckled. “It’s been awhile since I practiced emergency medicine, but it actually felt pretty good.”

  “Do you think your little girl is going to be okay?”

  A wolfish smile tugged his lips. “My little one is amazing. I was watching you take command. Quite impressive skills you have, Nurse Noland.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Thank you, Doctor. But I meant your patient.”

  He was still grinning. “Yes, I think she’s going to be just fine.”

  “All available staff to the communications room, please,” Dixie called out loudly.

  Sam and I joined the others crammed in the little room and spilling out into the hallway.

  “Some nutjob was cooking meth in his apartment and blew up the whole damn complex.” A collective moan rippled through the staff. Dixie held up her hands and shook her head. “Most of the injured are en route elsewhere, but we’ll still be receiving a few. Looks like the party isn’t over yet, gang.”

  “Well, we’re here,” Dr. Stevens, a young intern, said with a chuckle. “Might as well make it worth our while.”

  “Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” Metcalf barked. “Back to work.”

  As the staff began to disperse, Sam stepped in front of Metcalf. “I want Noland back on my team.”

  Like a balloon, my happiness expanded so fully I thought I might burst.

  With a sour expression, Metcalf shook his head. “Fine. But from now on, keep the drama of your love life out of my ER, Dr. Brooks.”

  Sam’s jaw ticked. His nostrils flared.

  I cringed and held my breath.

  “I’d really hate to go through life being as miserable as you,” Sam bit out in barely a whisper.

  Metcalf didn’t reply, simply glared at him, red-faced, before storming away.

  “I don’t think he likes you very much,” I mumbled softly.

  “The feeling is more than mutual, sweetheart.” Sam grinned. “Come on, we need to get ready for round two, only this time I’ll have you by my side.”

  He bent and kissed me soundly in front of god and the entire staff. Several cheers and catcalls made my cheeks blaze.

  “Get some, Doc Brooks.” The young intern, Stevens, laughed.

  “Oh, I’m planning on a lot more than some,” Sam quipped with a lurid grin.

  “Sam,” I gasped, my face now blazing. “You all get back to work.”

  Liz snorted as she sidled up beside me. “Easy, woman. You sound like Metcalf now.”

  “Bite your tongue,” I chided.

  With a laugh, she walked away.

  As Sam and I worked on one of the patients from the apartment, I felt centered. Calm. As if my world had completely righted itself. Maybe Liz was right. Maybe I could find my happy ever after with Sam.

  Time would tell.

  Three months later…

  Clad in nothing but a royal-blue corset and matching thong, I paced the small private room inside Genesis. Butterflies dipped and tumbled in my stomach.

  “Will you sit down, for crying out loud?” Liz laughed, perched Indian-style on the enormous bed in her Masters’ suite. “You’re making me tired just watching you.”

  “I can’t help it,” I replied, wondering how much longer Sam planned to make me wait. “What time is it?”

  “Three minutes since the last time you asked.” Liz rolled her eyes and climbed off the bed.

  “You’re going to stroke out on me if you don’t chill.”

  “No. It won’t be a stroke, just a heart attack.”

  “Either way, Sam won’t be happy if I don’t deliver you conscious and in one piece.”

  “How much longer?”

  “Ian and James will be here any minute. But, Cin…you’re going to do fine. Once you step into the dungeon and see Sam, all these jitters will simply vanish. You’ll see.”

  I nodded and took a deep breath, then raised a hand to the soft leather band around my throat. “It’s just…so public. We were alone when he put his training collar on me. Why can’t he formally collar me like that now?”

  “You already know the reason.” She frowned. “Collarings are like weddings…the whole community wants to be a part of your happiness…your future together.”

  “I know. I know. I’m grateful to everyone for teaching me about submission…you, Julianna, Savannah, Leagh, Mellie, Trevor, and Ebony. Hell, even Destiny stopped giving me the stink-eye and actually started being friendly. And the encouragement from all the other Dominants… It’s been amazing.”

  “Yes. You’ll be among all your friends. So why are you freaking out?”

/>   “Because I don’t want to fuck this up.”

  Before Liz could reply, there was a loud knock on the door. As it opened, both Ian and James strolled in. In tandem they gazed at Liz, wearing matching looks of love and lust.

  Then Ian turned toward me. “Are you ready, little one?”

  “I-I think so,” I stammered.

  “No, girl. I didn’t ask what you thought,” he stated, arching a brow.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

  “Very well. Let’s go.” Ian extended his elbow.

  I slid my trembling hand around his forearm and swallowed tightly before we followed James and Liz out the door, down the hall, and into the dungeon.

  A sea of friends greeted me, all seated in chairs…row after row. My pulse tripped in double time. My mouth went dry. Then I saw Sam standing in that knee-quaking Dominant pose before the masses. Wearing a dark suit and a serious expression, he stole my breath.

  “Relax, girl,” Ian whispered beside me. “You’ll do wonderfully.”

  With a nod, I locked my gaze on Sam as Ian and I approached him. My heart slowed and my fears subsided, just like Liz predicted.

  “Thank you, Ian. I owe you a debt of gratitude for interfering…err, I mean orchestrating.” A round of collective laughter from the crowd interrupted Sam’s speech. He waited until the uproar died down, then continued. “But in all seriousness, without your help, my stubborn pride would have probably kept me from the joy and happiness I’ve found with my amazing sub… Allisinda.”

  My name rolled off his tongue in a rich, buttery tone. A shiver slid up my spine, and goosebumps erupted over my flesh.

  “It was my honor,” Ian replied.

  Sam reached out and opened his palm. Ian raised his elbow slightly. I removed my hand and gently placed it in Sam’s. The other man stepped away. And from the corner of my eye, I watched as he took a seat next to Liz, already flanked by James.

  Sam wrapped his warm fingers around mine, then helped me kneel on the pillow at his feet. A hush fell over the room. I swallowed tightly. Settling into a proper submissive pose, I placed my open hands atop my thighs. Then, taking one last long look at him, I bent my chin and cast my gaze to the floor.

  “The sight of you, my sweet slut, on your knees before me like this, fills my heart with pride,” Sam began. His calm and even voice worked like a balm, soothing the barbs of my tattered nerves. “Feeds the hunger in my soul.

  “Not only does your submissive beauty draw me like a moth to flame. Your spirit, your strength, and most of all, your bravery make me long to be a better man…a better Dom…a better Master. Through the rough times and good, my love for you has been constant. Still, it holds no boundaries, Allisinda.”

  As Sam’s adoring words poured over me, tears slid down my cheeks. That peaceful, serene feeling, which I’d learned was called subspace, wrapped me in its ethereal arms.

  “As you’ve opened your eyes, mind, and heart, the growth of your submission has been beyond breathtaking. Yet there is still much I ache to show you, to experience with you, to teach you.”

  Sam bent and cupped my cheek. I raised my head and gazed into his sparkling blue eyes, filled with promise, hope, and love. His lips curled in a tender and reassuring smile that sent my heart skipping.

  “What is it you wish to ask, my sweet slut?”

  I sucked in a shallow breath. A whole host of emotions pinged and zipped through my system, but I willed my voice to be strong.

  “I spent my life living in denial. Fooling everyone around me, even myself for a long time. I had everyone duped…everyone but you, Master. Had it not been for your unending patience, understanding, trust, faith, and love, I’d still be trapped and in hiding. But you took a chance with me, showed me the secrets in your soul.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Scared ten years off my life in the process.”

  Soft chuckles rippled through the crowd.

  “And all the times I’ve stumbled…and through all the falls”—I stopped and swallowed back my tears—“you’ve been there to pick me up, dust me off, and wrap me in the safety of your arms. If not for all the wonderful things you’ve shown me, I’d never know this burning inside me…this need to serve you and bring you joy.

  “I kneel humbly before you…blazing in yearning and devotion, to beg for your ownership, your continued guidance, protection…and love. Beg that I may be allowed the ultimate honor of wearing your collar as a symbol of the incredible strength and power of your Dominance, Master?”

  Sam’s expression, wrought with such profound and unguarded emotion, made a soft sob slip past my lips.

  Without a word, he lifted me onto my feet. Staring at me with an overabundance of love, he reached behind my neck and released the leather strap. As it fell to the floor, I suddenly felt naked, empty. But Sam slowly shook his head and softly smiled.

  “I free you from your training collar but not from me.”

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a silver hoop with a filigree locket. He placed the heavy metal collar in my palms.

  “Please, Sir,” I softly pleaded. “Bind me to you forever.

  “It would be a privilege to own you, my sweet slave.”

  Racked with silent sobs, Sam lifted the collar from my hands. Sweeping my hair over my shoulder, he fastened the clasp behind my neck.

  “This is only the first ring I plan to place on your sexy body, my slave. The next one will be on your finger.”

  I sucked in a gasp of surprise as Sam pulled me to his chest, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me breathless.

  Cheers and applause broke out around us, but it barely even registered.

  I was lost…lost in the sublime lure of my Master.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her Alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.

  A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her Alpha-hunk husband live in Kansas. She loves books, Harleys, music, and camping. Her zany sense of humor and lack of filter exemplify her motto: Live. Laugh. Love.

  Meet her wild and wicked family in her sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Or become spellbound by the searing love connection between Raine, Hammer, and Liam in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella La Pearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts and heal their scars to discover unbridled love and devotion in Jenna’s contemporary series: Passionate Hearts.

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