by Sienna Parks
Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves today, and most importantly, Verona is having the time of her life. Addi arranged for this little corner of Central Park to be turned into a princess paradise. Everything our baby girl adores. Cinderella and Snow White are entertaining all the kids; dancing, singing, and telling stories. There is a face painting station where all of the girls have been covered in glitter and pink! She even organized a princess makeover boutique. We now have twenty or so toddlers running around dressed in the smallest ball-gowns you’ve ever seen.
I’ve done my duties and mingled, saying hello and making small talk with all the dads, half of whom I’ve never laid eyes on before. My girls are social butterflies with their Gymboree and mother-toddler groups, but I try to steer clear of that whenever possible. I love my princess, but spending time around lots of tiny terrors at once is a living nightmare.
Everywhere I walk, and everyone I talk to today – are all just background noise. I can’t take my eyes off of Addi and Verona. They are inseparable; the best of friends, and they get up to all kinds of mischief together when my back is turned. It’s fucking adorable. As I stand watching them, I can tell they’re conspiring against me. Verona’s perfect little cherub face keeps turning around to look at me, with a massive grin every time. Addi is crouched on the ground beside her, whispering in her ear, smiling over at me with feigned innocence. I’m close enough that she can see me raising my eyebrows, a questioning look on my face. She simply blows me a kiss, hands Verona something, and sends her my way.
My baby girl comes teetering toward me, her face covered in birthday cake, and her cute, chubby little hands holding an envelope out to me.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!!!”
I scoop her up into my arms and plant a kiss on her sweet little cheeks. “What have you got here, Tesorina? Is this for me?” My name is written in elegant script with a purple ribbon wrapped around the plain white envelope.
She points her tiny finger towards Addi, standing next to the princess castle bounce house that we had set up for the party. She looks breathtaking in a powder blue summer dress, her hair soft and flowing, her gaze fixed on me. The smile she flashes has my heart hammering in my chest.
“Did mommy give this to you for me?” She nods her head enthusiastically, proud of herself for doing what mommy asked. “Well done, baby girl. You are so clever.” I nuzzle her cheek, drinking in her cute baby smell.
I tuck her into the crook of one arm so that I can open the envelope and see what Addi is up to. I peel off the ribbon and give it to Verona to play with, carefully opening the back so as not to rip the envelope. What I find inside is beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I pull out three plane tickets to Barbados in two weeks’ time for me, Addi, and Verona. That in itself sounds amazing, but what I see glinting in the sunshine at the bottom of the envelope is so much better. There are two platinum wedding bands attached to a piece of card that says, ‘READ THE INSCRIPTION.’ I pull the larger of the two rings free and hold it up to the light.
Forever yours, Addi xxx
My eyes dart up to meet hers, our friends and family oblivious to what is transpiring between us in this moment. I’m transfixed by her, enchanted by her, and filled with desire. A sly grin spreads across her face as she presses her finger to her lips and gives me a wink, “Shhhh.”
I close the distance between us in a few short strides, Verona bouncing in my arms, squealing with delight. I pull Addi flush against me with my free arm, sealing my lips over hers, tasting her sweet cherry mouth, lapping at her tongue with my own. She melts against my body, giving herself over to me completely.
“So, should I take that as a ‘yes’ then?”
“YES! I want to shout it from the rooftops.” I whisper in her ear.
She bites her succulent, pouty lip, slowly shaking her head. “Just you and me, baby… just for us… you, me, and V.” I nod my acquiescence. I would do anything she asks to finally make it official.
She cradles my face in her hands, pulling my mouth down on hers in a fierce kiss. The feel of her tongue twisting and tangling with mine igniting a fire inside me, a passion so great that I will never get enough of this woman. My body is so attuned to her every move, her every breath; the slightest touch of her skin causes a thermonuclear reaction. Every fiber of my being vibrates when I’m in her orbit. No amount of time together will ever quench my thirst for her. My lover, the mother of my precious baby girl, my best friend, my Tesoro.
As I kiss the woman of my dreams with my sweet little Tesorina wriggling in between us, cuddling us as tight as her tiny arms will let her, I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is what life is all about.
They say that there are only two things in life that are certain – Death and Taxes. That’s not true of my life. In my life, there are three certainties. Three things that are unshakable truths – death, taxes, and the fact that I will love and protect the two women in my arms with a ferocity unparalleled throughout the course of history. I will protect their hearts with my own; I will protect their bodies against anything that could harm them, laying down my own life in the process if necessary. But above all else, I will cherish the love they give me, and I’ll give it back tenfold in return, freely, unconditionally, and never-ending. They are my life’s blood, the reason that my heart beats in my chest. It will always beat for them, and them alone. My love for them is relentless. I miei per sempre tesori. [My treasures forever.]
First and foremost, I need to say a HUGE thank you to my husband. You have supported me 100% in my endeavors to become an author. You’ve been my strength when I had nothing left to fight with. I can’t say thank you enough for putting up with me through this crazy process! When I’ve doubted my abilities, you’ve talked me up, when I’ve let the house descend into disarray while I spend time writing my fictional characters’ lives, you’ve picked up the slack and encouraged me to write while the ideas are flowing. You are everything to me, and I love you more than ever. You and me against the world, baby.
Patricia – again, I can’t thank you and your team at Prism Heart Press enough for taking a chance on me. Sharing Carter and Addi with the world is a dream come true.
Jaye – SDS. You are a rock star! You were able to jump into my mind and help me fight my way through the process of polishing Relentless. You have mad editing skills, my friend, and I feel very blessed to have you in my corner. Thank you for all your hard work, late nights, pep-talks, and for your unwavering belief that this book needed to be published. I can never repay you for your kindness. I’m honored to call you my colleague, and more importantly, my friend. Love you, bud.
To my betas – Where do I begin? You amazing ladies have not only given me your honest feedback when I needed it most, you have championed me every step of the way, loving Addi and Carter just as much as I do. You GET ME! That’s a rare and wonderful gift, and I cherish it. You are my dearest friends, my life coaches when I’m having a meltdown, and I feel like the luckiest woman alive to have found you.
Sharron, we have had quite the crazy ride together. It has been a joy to spend time talking about my characters with a family member. I don’t need to explain to you what that really means to me, because if I did, I’d ugly cry all over you! I consider it a privilege to have you in my life and your love and acceptance of my passion for writing is a gift I will never take for granted. Love your crazy ass, chick.
Maria, my amazing friend. It’s been so fantastic getting to know you and share this experience with you. Your notes on every chapter I sent your way had me laughing, and at times, crying with your kind words. Your mad skills are second to none! Your constant love and support is something I hold very dear, and I look forward to the day when I finally meet you in person and sit down over a glass of wine and a good book. Love you hard, Ria.
Also, to the rest of the Alexander clan – you guys rock! Thank you so much for getting involved. I got a whole family of betas for the price of one!!!
Leslie. You�
��re my girl. Your red/purple pen ensured that Addi and Carter’s story is the best that I could possibly make it. You’ve seen the good, the bad, and the downright ugly at times. You’ve been on this journey with me since the very beginning, when I was just an insecure girl with half a book and a dream of becoming an author!!! I’m still an insecure mess, but I know how much you love to stroke my “fragile author ego” – NOT!!!! It’s been a blast, and I’ve laughed my ass off more times than I can count. You push me when I need it, even when you know I’m going to text SHOUT or become crabby! We just… click! I love your guts, girl – always.
I would like to say a special thank you to Noemi and Diane. To see my words as you see them is a gift. You have been dedicated to helping me promote my work since the very beginning. Thank you so much. I love you both.
And last but by no means least, a massive thank you to you the reader. Thank you for spending your hard-earned cash on my book, thank you for all your kind words, messages, and reviews. You are the reason I get to have this amazing, dream job. Your support means the world to me and I hope that you’ve enjoyed Carter and Addi’s journey together. Thank You.
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“Sienna Parks has written a superb novel about the conflicts a Dominant Master faces when he is finally given the chance to have the submissive that his heart has always desired. Love, conflict, tragedy and doubt are all heavily woven throughout Ms. Parks’ book, leading to a conclusion that the reader would never expect.
The pure BDSM scenes that are portrayed throughout the book have been written with such flair and expertise. Ms. Parks researched her subject with great care. Her ability to write about such a dark subject matter in such a clear and concise manner is a credit to her imagination and her ingenuity. Her description of Logan’s playroom may have been the room that is set up in our very house.” – from a Dom/sub perspective.
To my anonymous Dominant and submissive.
Thank you for letting me into your world.
You are amazing friends.
This book is for you.
Love Sienna x
LOGAN
I love the familiar scent of this room. Leather. I find it comforting. The walls are a dark sumptuous purple, the lighting muted, highlighting the various features that it has to offer. There’s a black leather chaise in one corner, with metal restraints at the top and bottom. The center of the room boasts an ornate oversized table, perfect for bending a woman over and spanking her until her cheeks are a stunning shade of red. This is my room. Everything is just the way I like it.
My latest submissive in training is standing flush against the wooden cross that adorns the wall at the far end of the room. Her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched and ready to be restrained. She is completely naked, vulnerable, and waiting for my command.
“Well done, angel. You are displayed exactly as I requested. You will be rewarded for that.”
I watch as a shiver runs through her body at my words, causing her to shake against the harsh wooden beams. I stride forward, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it to the floor before I reach her.
I slowly run my hand down her spine, her alabaster skin reacting to the lightest touch. I enjoy her sharp intake of breath as I continue to run my fingers down over her tight little ass, before making my way lower until I reach her ankle. I quickly fasten the brown leather cuffs that will render her helpless to escape. First one and then the other, before standing to repeat the process for her wrists.
When I’m satisfied that she is completely at my mercy, I stand back to admire the view.
I love the freedom that I have in here. To be myself. To cast off the shackles and restrictions of my life outside of this club.
“You look stunning tonight, angel. Are you ready for me?”
Her gaze remains firmly fixed on the wall in front of her.
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”
“Good girl.”
I slip my hand between her legs, firmly grasping her pussy, feeling the evidence of her arousal dripping onto my palm.
“You certainly are. I’m going to taste you now, but do not come without my permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
I drop down to my knees, nestling myself between her legs before taking a long, languorous lick from the tip of her clit, through her folds and around her entrance, dipping my tongue in for a proper taste; her pussy clenching around me.
I continue my ministrations, swirling my tongue in sweeping circles over and around her clit. Feeling her thighs trying to tighten around my face. She is helpless to curb her own desire. Spread open for my pleasure alone. I can feel her orgasm building. The sheen of sweat on her naked flesh. The almost imperceptible shaking of her limbs against the restraints. It’s a glorious feeling, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy, before reeling her back in.
A whimper escapes her at the loss of my warm tongue against her folds.
“Please, Master.”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No.”
I slap her ass, hard.
“You will address me properly.”
“Yes, Master.”
I leave her smarting from my hand and make my way over to the door, to the cabinet that contains everything I need. I enjoy the sting of my palm from a single hit, but tonight I am in the mood for something… harder. I search until I find my black riding crop. Perfect. It has just the right tension, just enough bite to make her nerve endings sing with every lash, enhancing the euphoria that will inevitably follow.
“You will receive ten lashes of this crop, angel, and maybe you will remember to address me appropriately in future. You will stay silent throughout. If you make a single noise, you will get ten more. Do you understand me?”
She is quick to answer me, her vulnerability and arousal evident in the quiver of her voice.
“Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”
I love the feel of the crop connecting with her skin. The sharp sound as it whips through the air and lands across her ass. My dick is getting harder with every hit, straining against my pants, aching to be inside of her, but the growing anticipation is what really turns me on. Knowing that I can’t chase my own release until I have seen to her every need and desire.
With the last lash, I stand back and admire the imprint of my crop, a crimson flush on her skin - stunning in its simplicity.
“Good girl. You did as you were told and remained quiet. Now you will be rewarded.”
I tilt her chin around to fa
ce me, but her gaze is lowered.
“You may look at me.”
When our eyes connect, the lust I see reflected back at me is absolutely breathtaking. I dip two fingers into her pussy, drenched from the arousal of her lashes, before lifting them to her lips and spreading her juices for her to taste.
“Oh you liked that, angel. You’re more than ready for me now.”
Our lips meet in a deliberately torturous kiss, our tongues twisting and tangling, her sweet juices mingling with the taste of mint on her breath, and when I step back she is breathless with anticipation.
I slowly unzip my pants, letting my erection spring free, watching as her eyes widen at the sight of my impressive length. I take myself in hand and start pumping my fist. She loves to watch, and I love to see the desire spiral out of control in her eyes.
“You’ve seen enough. Eyes back on the wall.” She’s a compliant little sub in training. I might keep this one for myself, for a while at least.