Domination (Surrender Book 2)

by Tina Donahue

  Domination

  Surrender Book Two

  Tina Donahue

  Published by Blushing Books

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  Tina Donahue

  Domination

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-027-2

  v1

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  Spotlights bathed the stage in Surrender, illuminating the pedestal where mock slave auctions took place and women’s fantasies unwound, fantasies of alpha males taking, using, and pleasuring them.

  Jacquie Reynolds faced the display, uncertain why she was in the ballroom rather than at her admin desk or how she’d arrived. The last she recalled…

  Memories scattered and faded like smoke.

  Frowning, she struggled to bring them back.

  Faint music played from somewhere and everywhere, the enticing and seductive bass growing louder on each beat. Shackles dangled above the pedestal, irons meant to imprison a woman’s wrists to exhibit her. The metal glinted wantonly in the light.

  Mesmerized, she drew closer.

  Cool air drifted down, tightening her naked nipples and skimming her bare ass.

  Her heart leapt at her unexpected nudity. When did that happen? How?

  Why?

  Max Nolte strode from the shadows, his long, dark locks grazing his shoulders. A bold tat graced his muscular pecs, the black swirls hypnotic, the solid ridge behind his fly legendary. Perfect for a rocker, his band—Dominant Men— were wildly popular. Now he was here. So was she.

  Her skin burned and her knees sagged.

  He grinned. Male power and lust radiated from it.

  This can’t be happening. It had to be a dream.

  She never wanted to wake up.

  He stopped close enough for her to breathe in his musk.

  Her pulse beat triple time. Unable to resist, she leaned in, desperate to feel his heat.

  An arm snaked around her waist, easing her back. A hand cupped her face, turning it.

  Andy Chance, the band’s lyricist and backup singer, gazed at her, his eyes so blue they didn’t look real. His wild auburn mane curled around his ears and neck, begging a woman to run her fingers through those unruly tresses.

  He gathered her into him, his movement tender rather than insistent, his rigid cock pure business as it nestled between her butt cheeks.

  Her breath spilled out.

  Max was naked too, his dick hard and proud, rising to point at her, a flush tinting his olive complexion.

  She tried to take in more air, but couldn’t.

  Devlin Howe, the group’s backup singer and composer, had joined them. Living up to his nickname ‘the blond devil’, he pulled her smack against his solid chest, sin flaming in his hazel eyes. His bronzed skin made his irises seem lighter and complemented his long, thick hair. Handsome beyond words, he could have been the archetype for a fallen angel.

  Sagging against him, she drowned in his strength and warmth.

  As one, the guys lifted her above them, as audiences do to fans at rock concerts, and carried her onto the stage. Spectators whistled and shouted.

  Positioned on the pedestal, arms manacled above her head, she faced the darkened room, everyone able to witness her nakedness. And what would happen next.

  Her heart skipped several beats then pounded crazily. Her pussy creamed.

  Max separated her legs and slipped two fingers into her willing cunt. Her inner muscles tightened to his invasion and pulled him deeper inside.

  Andy licked her right nipple and her left, his mouth deliciously hot.

  Her ears buzzed.

  Devlin teased her rigid nub.

  Pleasure shot to every point she owned, thrilling and weakening her in equal measure. Her head fell back.

  Max claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. Andy suckled her boobs. Devlin squeezed her ass then smacked it repeatedly and hard, subduing and taming her for his use.

  The sting aroused. The resulting heat soothed. She pulled her mouth free and shouted for more.

  Boom.

  Jerked awake, she fought for a breath, darkness surrounding her.

  Boom-boom-boom.

  The low-pitched bass came from her freaking phone, the ringtone a song from Dominant Men, the caller Bree, her boss.

  Jacquie fought to sound awake, aroused, and not pissed at having Bree interrupt her X-rated dream. “Hey.” She tried to slow her heart. “Why are you calling at this hour?”

  “Did I wake you? It’s nearly eleven.”

  That still gave her time before she had to be at her desk. Watery light bled around the bedroom blinds, a typical late summer morning in Malibu. “I usually sleep in.”

  “Not today. Get over here as fast as you can.”

  Jacquie sat up. “What happened?” She gripped the phone so hard, her hand hurt. “Did the Feds or the state raid you? Are cops swarming over the place now?”

  “What? No.” Bree blew out a breath. “We’re not doing anything illegal here. You do know that, don’t you?”

  She did now. “Sure. Why do you want me to come in early?”

  Silence.

  That couldn’t be good. Jacquie swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Has something happened?”

  “It will.”

  What was that supposed to mean? Oh hell. “You’re not firing me, are you? If I did something wrong, tell me, I’ll make it right. If it cost you money, take it from my pay. I need this job. You can’t—”

  “I’m not terminating you, okay? There’s… uh… something I want to talk to you about and we need to do so here.”

  Relieved, Jacquie sagged back to the mattress and draped her arm over her face. “Is this about your guys? How many times do I have to repeat myself? Lucius, Cody and Tav adore you. Good God, if I had three gorgeous men after me, I’d—”

  “You’ll never live the dream if you don’t get your butt here ASAP. I’ll expect you in an hour.”

  She hung up.

  Fifty-four minutes later, Jacquie rushed into the club’s executive offices. Clueless as to what might happen, she bypassed her desk and made a beeline for Bree’s office. Inside stood several racks that hadn’t been there yesterday. Each held women’s evening gowns in more colors than a rainbow. High heels in every shade and style covered the chairs and other furniture.

  Arms crossed, Bree leaned against her desk, her blonde hair pinned up, her black suit sexy yet professional. “Lose the purse and close the door.”

  Jacquie did neither. “Wh
y?”

  Bree arched one pale eyebrow. “Because I asked you to?”

  Ordinarily her answer would be good enough, though not now. “Okay, but why?”

  “Fine, I’ll do it.” She tossed Jacquie’s purse on the sofa and closed the door. “I have news.”

  The clothes and shoes in here could only mean one thing. “You and the guys are getting married at the club tonight? You want me, and several of the female staff, to wear these gowns as your bridesmaids?”

  Bree made a face. “Three men marrying one woman wouldn’t be legal, not even in this state or city.”

  “I meant symbolically. To prove your love and theirs.”

  “Uh-huh.” Bree leaned against her desk. “Are you writing a story like that?”

  Jacquie planned to pen erotic romances someday, her time at Surrender was excellent research for her salacious plots. “No. What are the gowns and shoes for?”

  “You, no one else. Choose the ones you want. The hairdresser, makeup artist, and manicurist will be here at six tonight. You’ll stop doing your usual admin stuff then. After they work their magic, you’ll need to get dressed.”

  Try as she might, Jacquie wasn’t connecting the dots on this. “Are you high?”

  Bree’s laughter tore across the room. “Never been more lucid.” She sobered. “Special guests will be here this evening and you need to be ready for them.”

  “You expect me to work at my desk in a gown and stilettos?”

  “Technically, you won’t be working or at your desk.” Bree flicked her hand. “You’ll be enjoying yourself once your guys get here.”

  “My what?”

  Excitement flared in Bree’s green eyes. “Guys. Specifically, Max, Andy and Devlin.”

  Jacquie froze. “Huh?”

  Bree’s smile turned smug. “They’re coming by to research the place for their next album, which they want to make sexy and romantic. When they asked me if they could use Surrender as a prototype for their theme, I not only agreed, I told them you’d be more than happy to show them around. Give them a tour, so to speak. What happens during it is up to you.” She winked.

  Jacquie clutched her throat. The room swam around her, refusing to stop.

  Bree frowned. “I thought you’d be thrilled. Don’t you like them any longer? You’ve found a new group you enjoy more? You…” Her gaze turned inward. She paled. “Shit.” She pushed away from the desk and paced. “I never thought… I didn’t consider.” She stopped and stared. “Are you still a virgin?”

  “What? Of course not.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m twenty-six. Why would you even think such a thing?”

  Bree rolled her eyes. “Well, hon, you are from Utah, and your parents are ultra-conservative, and you were raised—”

  “I got over that stuff a long time ago. I’m here, aren’t I?” She gestured to the room and club in general. “I’m plotting my first erotic romance. I can’t do this.”

  “You mean tonight? With the guys? Why not?”

  Stating the obvious seemed the only way to go. “They’re rockers. They’re freaking gods. While I’m… Even you must see the problem here.”

  “Stop that crap right now.” Bree pointed. “They’re guys, period. They belch, make bad decisions and are probably boring as hell at times, like every male. No one’s perfect, though you come close. Have you looked in a mirror lately?” She planted her hands on her hips. “Your hair’s so black there’s a blue sheen, and your complexion couldn’t be more flawless. Alabaster would have trouble competing with you. Your features are delicate; you’re tall and built. Everything a guy could want.” She gestured to the cheval mirror that hadn’t been in here yesterday. “Go on. Look.”

  Jacquie couldn’t. She wrung her hands. “What about the others here? When they see the guys, I won’t have a chance to get close to them.”

  “Nonsense.” Bree tapped her foot. “Our patrons are rich and successful. They don’t fawn over rockers. They’re too into themselves.”

  True. “What about the staff?”

  “They know better than to be intrusive with guests.”

  “Okay. But do Devlin, Max and Andy know they’re not supposed to look at any woman except me? God, please say you didn’t tell them that.” She covered her face. “I’ll never live it down.”

  Bree eased Jacquie’s hands away and held them. “Of course, I didn’t. I merely suggested you’d show them what we offer here. I didn’t say you’d be their sexual plaything. If you don’t want to do this or eventually play sub to their Doms, tell me. I’ll call it off. No prob.”

  Too many emotions warred within her: dread at ditching this chance and delight at taking it. She gripped Bree’s fingers. “I can’t.”

  “Can’t what?”

  “Say no to this. Am I nuts?”

  Bree grinned. “No more than I was when I had a first night with my guys.”

  A promise she’d agreed to when they’d offered to finance the club. In return, they asked for only one thing and it wasn’t a return on their investment. Once Surrender opened for business, they demanded she spend the night here with them, subservient to their male appetites, as she hadn’t been when they worked together at Mortganson Capital in San Francisco. They all lived in Malibu now, playing and loving on a regular basis, their happy ever after epic.

  Jacquie hungered for the same, though she wasn’t foolish enough to hope for a long-term relationship with Andy, Max and Devlin. Having a good time with them would have to be enough. Far more than she’d hoped for before this moment. “Let’s do this.”

  “That’s the spirit.” Bree hugged her. “Which gown?”

  They rifled through the selections, both deciding the black ones enhanced Jacquie’s fair complexion and dark hair. She liked the sweetheart necklines best and those dresses boasting a snug fit. After trying on most, she selected a strapless one, a long slit on the left, ending at her upper thigh. “Will I be wearing underwear?”

  “What do you think?”

  A definite no. “Let’s look at the heels.”

  A satin pair caught her attention. The peep toes were cute, the diamond-encrusted heels beyond cool and matching the stud in her nose. “These.”

  “Good choice. Now for your jewelry.” Bree pulled out dangly diamond earrings from her top desk drawer.

  Jacquie guessed the stones weighed in at three carats for each earring, six carats total. “Are those real?”

  “Yep.” She handed them over. “I will need them back. They’re on loan.”

  Trembling, Jacquie had trouble taking the gems. “You are the best boss, ever.”

  “I’m your friend too, don’t forget. You were there for me when I troubled over my guys.”

  More like had a major meltdown. “I didn’t mind. You deserve the best.”

  “Right back atcha.” She tapped her chin. “I’ll need to know where you intend to enjoy the guys tonight.”

  Jacquie folded her fingers over the earrings. “Why?”

  “So I can reserve those spots for you, making certain no one else comes near. Do you have any ideas what you’d like to do?”

  She wasn’t an aspiring romance author for nothing. “Uh-huh.”

  “Tell me.” Bree grabbed her smartphone. “I’ll make a note. While you’re getting your hair, face, and nails done, I’ll alert the staff.”

  Jacquie gripped Bree’s wrist. “You won’t tell them I’m going to be using those rooms— areas—whatever, will you?”

  “If you draw blood, I might.” She patted Jacquie’s hand. “Relax. I have your back. Now where?”

  Getting bolder by the second, Jacquie told her.

  “Excellent.” Bree’s thumbs flew over the keyboard. “Before the crew gets here, you’ll need to prep. Once you’re done, you guys can use my private bath for the rest.”

  The room sported gold fixtures, lavender marble, a tub and shower, a chair-hairdryer combo like those in salons, every toiletry and grooming tool imaginable, and more square footage than Jacqu
ie’s one-bedroom apartment. Surrender wasn’t anything if not well equipped, even in here.

  After her and Bree’s discussion, working a usual shift proved difficult for Jacquie, the hours dragging by.

  The get-her-ready-for-sin team arrived shortly after she’d groomed and showered, the trio including a twentyish male hairstylist, a young female makeup artist and a matronly manicurist. They chattered, fussed, primped and worked their magic while she struggled to breathe.

  Bree popped in several times to witness the transformation. In each instance, she gave two thumbs up but warned, “Don’t let her look.”

  Jacquie would have asked why but her mouth was too cottony to form words.

  When everyone finished, they stepped back, nodded, gathered their things and split.

  Her fingernails and toenails looked great, the crimson shade dazzling. Afraid to glance in the bathroom mirror that covered one wall, she joined Bree in the office, the shoes and gowns gone, except for what she’d chosen. Those items rested on the sofa.

  Bree closed the door. “Ditch the robe.”

  “What time is it?” She got hot, then cold. “What if the guys cancel?”

  “They won’t. You don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?”

  She stripped.

  Atomizer in hand, Bree spritzed perfume on Jacquie’s throat, boobs, bush and thighs. “Lift your arms.”

  Once she had, Bree perfumed the pits.

  Jacquie sniffed, the fragrance astonishing: delicate roses, something akin to spring air, and musk blended into one. “I’ve never smelled anything so good. What is it?”

  Bree told her.

  Jacquie held back a gasp. “That’s several thousand dollars an ounce.”

  “You’re worth it. I’ll help you with your dress and heels.”