Final book in the sizzling Mission Pleasure series…
Enslaving Dana
Scarlett Sanderson
Mission Pleasure, Book Three
After catching her cheating fiancé, Dana decides to change her life. She gives up her boring job as an accountant to pursue her dreams of opening a bakery. At night, she explores her submissive side online, afraid of attending any real gatherings. Finally plucking up the courage, she visits Decadence—a club where people can indulge their fantasies—and meets Bastien, a super-hot Dominant who offers her a taste of submission. Following one of the most intense sexual encounters of her life, Dana decides to focus on her bakery. The only problem is she can’t get the sexy Dominant out of her mind.
Dominant and ex-marine, Sebastien Berkley, has a secret. He really likes to bake. Applying for a job at a newly opened bakery, Bastien never expects the owner—and his potential new boss— to be the curvy submissive he’s been fantasizing about. Especially since she never returned to Decadence, despite his invitation.
Neither can deny the intense attraction smouldering between them.
Despite their professional relationship, and their bargain to keep things purely professional, Bastien cannot deny the driving need to enslave Dana, and he’ll stop at nothing to make the pretty submissive his own.
Inside Scoop: This book features a hero who knows what his submissive needs, whether it’s being tied up or being taken in public with the assistance of two other hot marines.
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Enslaving Dana
Scarlett Sanderson
Chapter One
NEW SUBMISSIVE SEEKS DOMINANT
I’m a submissive seeking a kind, caring, understanding Dominant who will help nurture my submissive side.
I enjoy oral servitude, bondage, and power play.
With no previous real life experience, I am looking for someone to talk with, explore with; someone to trust and maybe share life outside the bedroom.
If you think you could be that person, private message me.
Please be aware messages asking for webcam photos, or along the line of ‘get on your knees for me, bitch’, will be immediately deleted.
* * * * *
Dana Adams checked her message for any spelling or grammatical mistakes before hitting the ‘post’ button on Kinky Singles. She let out a deep breath.
No going back now.
Well, technically she could delete it and forget it ever happened, but she wasn’t going to.
At the grand old age of thirty–two, Dana finally knew what she needed sexually. She needed to be dominated. To be tied up, held down and used. To be controlled by a man.
Just thinking about it made her nipples ache.
All her life she’d followed the good girl clichés—work hard, don’t rely on a man to keep you, equality in relationships, never use your body to keep a man, and never let a man control you.
She’d followed a stable, steady career path as an accountant and dismissed the dark desires she’d fantasized about in the dead of night. Fantasies of a masked man binding her body; of being utterly helpless and used. She dreamed of being a sexual submissive, of being on her knees servicing him.
Instead of following her desires, she locked them away and chose a nice, safe man. A man who liked normal vanilla sex. A man she could marry.
As she reached for her wine glass, Dana laughed.
Look how that turned out.
After a bad day at work, Dana came home and found an open bottle of champagne on her coffee table. She’d received the expensive bottle from one of the partners at Fitzgerald, Jackson and Smith as a bonus, and was waiting for a special occasion to open it. Next to the bottle were two crystal flutes. One half full, the other empty.
Blood rushed to her ears. She leaned down and stared at the flutes. Bright pink lipstick stained the edge of one of the glasses.
“The cheating son of a bitch.” The curse came out as a mumble through gritted teeth. Anger flashed through her body like a white hot lance.
There could be a harmless explanation why her fiancé would be drinking her expensive champagne in her apartment with another woman. She doubted it.
Racing toward the bedroom, she pushed open the door and flicked on the light switch. The room was immediately bathed in full, glaring light. The writhing couple on the bed—her bed—stopped gyrating. Daniel’s naked ass stopped mid pump, his cock half–way inside some bimbo. Unless she dyed her pubic hair the woman was a blonde. She couldn’t actually see the hair on her head.
Daniel’s head snapped around and his gaze caught hers.
Dana stood there and cocked one eyebrow while glaring at her fiancé. He scrambled off the woman, his softening cock pulled free with a sucking sound. It glistened with moisture. Dana curled her lip. Dirty scumbag hadn’t even worn a condom.
The thought sent a shudder through her. She made a mental note to head over to the clinic and get tested.
He vaulted off the bed and stood in front of her, holding his hands out in surrender. “Please, baby, I can explain.”
Dana winced. She hated when he called her ‘baby’ like he couldn’t even remember her name. The reason he called her baby so much was now evident. He obviously didn’t want to call her by the wrong name.
She raked her gaze over his body. If the situation hadn’t been so dire it would have been hilarious. The bronzed Adonis tried to look contrite, even with his cock hanging out and his slut lying naked on her bed.
Dana turned her attention to the woman. The female in question had a mass of blonde hair, big blue eyes and perky tits that sat firm and unmoving even though she lay on her back. Her tiny, dusky pink nipples were tight and covered in bite marks. Her golden fake tanned body shone with sweat. A smug smile sat firmly on her lips.
Dana wanted to slap the smile off the bitch’s face, but not before she�
��d dealt with the prick standing in front of her.
“It’s not what it looks like, baby. I promise. I swear…it was…”
Holding up a hand, Dana silenced him with a look. “So you were not fucking some bimbo in my bed? Your cock wasn’t pounding into her just seconds ago, huh?” She pointed down, directly at his groin. “And that isn’t her come coating your cock? Tell me, ‘baby’, what is it?
Mentally she patted herself on the back. Her voice was steady and even toned. She hadn’t lost her temper. Yet.
As though out coming from behind a perfectly crafted mask, the contrite look slipped. He shrugged in a nonchalant, non committal way.
She braced herself. Now we get to the truth.
He raked a hand through his sweaty, dirty blond hair. “You want the truth, Dana? I’m sick of fucking you. All we do is make love. There is no excitement. No variety. Once in a while I want to fuck someone who is willing, someone not too tired to give me a fucking blowjob.” He motioned to the other woman. “Sometimes, I just want to bang someone who is willing to be a slut for me.” Pointing directly at her, he continued “That, Dana, is not you.”
He had a point. Most nights she was exhausted, but it wasn’t like Daniel was the world’s most exciting lover. In fact, his touch barely aroused her most of the time. She couldn’t discuss her fantasies with him. She never considered asking him to tie her up or spank her.
Sure, his chiseled, preppy looks were an attraction for most females. His lean, toned, tanned and virtually hairless body was a male version of perfection. Looking at him now she realized he’d never been her ideal. He was too perfect. He didn’t set her world on fire, and she was bored with him, with their sex life. He couldn’t give her what she needed and she’d never been bothered enough to ask.
Still, it stung to hear someone she cared about berate her so harshly.
“Get out.” She jerked her head at the blonde. “And take your plaything with you. You can leave your keys on the table on the way out.”
“You don’t mean that, Dana. The sex might not be perfect, but we can work it out. We are good together. We are getting married.”
Anger simmered. How dare the self-righteous bastard stand there and tell her they were good together? Dana crossed her arms over her chest, quelled any emotion other than anger and glared at the man she thought she once loved.
“I’m asking you nicely, Daniel. If you don’t leave right now, you’ll regret it.”
The blonde giggled. Dana rolled her eyes. She hated giggly women, especially giggling candyfloss bimbos with perky tits.
Her life sucked. Thirty–two, no house, no spouse or offspring, stuck in a job she disliked and all for what? A life of loneliness with a fiancé who fucked around.
That night had been the end for them. Two weeks after Daniel moved out she’d decided to start living life for her. She quit her job at the accountancy firm and hashed out a business plan.
Bitter Sweet was going to be a bakery specializing in cakes and pastries. She had enough money put aside for a deposit on a store and start up fees. Years of being frugal finally paid off. Now all she needed was a store and a damned good chef.
She hit refresh on her computer.
No new messages.
It had only been ten minutes since she’d posted.
Clicking on a sub-forum she surfed through some of the threads on submission. She gulped down a hefty swallow of wine and read a real life encounter from a submissive whose Dominant treated her like a coffee table.
Ekkk.
Definitely not something she wanted to try.
Her cell phone buzzed. She looked at the caller display and smiled. “Hello,
“Hello, sweet cheeks. Whatcha doing?” Stella Richards’ voice boomed across the airwaves.
“Urrmm, nothing.” Feeling guilty, she closed down the BDSM website. “Just surfing the net and drinking some wine.”
A cackling laugh almost blew out Dana’s eardrum. “Throw in some porn and it sounds like my kind of evening.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at Stella’s comment. One year older than Dana, Stella was a big, bold African American beauty with a personality that matched her epic sized breasts.
On paper, they shouldn’t have been friends.
Dana was calm, collected, methodical and organized in everything, never making a rash decision, Stella was the complete opposite—brash, bold and quirky. Her clothing style, a mismatch of colors and bold prints, usually consisted of figure hugging dresses that showed off her breasts and ass to perfection. They’d met in college and gravitated together, never parting since.
“And by ‘porn’ I take it you mean some guy with a huge dick ready to spew his load for the camera?”
“A-freaking-men to that.”
Dana continued to laugh. “Any reason in particular you called, or do you just want to give me nightmares about well endowed men?”
“You are going to love me.”
“I am?”
“You are.”
Dana leaned back in her chair. “And why is that, oh wise one?”
“Because I have just found you the perfect store.”
* * * * *
Dana looked at the store frontage and beamed. It was exactly how she’d imagine it. Quaint and homely. Perfect for her new bakery.
Vines and climbing pale pink roses crept up the walls, winding their way across the space where her sign would go. The almost floor length windows would let huge amounts of light into the store. She could imagine her counter facing the doorway, maybe a few tables and chairs if people wanted to grab cake and chat a while.
Her heartbeat quickened. This was definitely the place.
“Sooo, do you love me or what?”
She turned towards Stella and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing gently. “I always love you, but now I think you’re a goddess.”
“’Goddess Stella’. Hmm. Nice ring. Think I might use it.”
Dana laughed again. She couldn’t wait to put in an offer and get started. Despite not being in the city the small suburban town had enough footfall, large enough to bring in enough passing trade. The various other boutique stores had good reputations.
“You going to put in an offer?”
She nodded and grinned. Stella reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone before waving it at Dana.
“No time like the present.” She punched in the number of realtor.
Time to get all of her dreams rolling.
Chapter Two
Dana smoothed down the front of her red fitted wiggle dress as a concierge took her jacket. She glanced around the foyer of the exclusive BDSM club, Decadence. She’d started with her store and moved on to igniting her sex life. After posting the ad online and failing to find a suitable Dom, she’d responded to an online ad for a non-members night at Decadence.
Although she’d had to fill in a ton of forms, she’d been glad to get an invite. What better way than to start her real life journey into submission than in one of the most exclusive BDSM clubs? Surely everything here was legit and safe. It cost enough money to filter out the pretenders. Safety was one of the things that put her off going to other BDSM gatherings—the fear she’d end up being abused in some way by a Dominant who had no idea what he was doing.
She pushed aside her doubts and focused on her surroundings. Elegantly dressed men and women of various ages milled around her. Even though it was an open night where members and non-members could mingle, Decadence still attracted high class clientele. How she’d actually gotten an invite after the selection process, she’d never know. Luck must be shining on her.
Staff waited around to direct or assist with their clients every need. If she were paying copious amounts to be a member she’d want someone to cater to her every whim too. As she was starting out in the service industry, she understood how hard that job could be. She flashed the two female and male staff members a genuine smile while she wondered what to do next. She was here to explore h
er submission, but in reality she didn’t have a clue where to start.
“Dana Adams?”
When she heard her name, she turned and was surprised to see a tall, tattooed stranger. She frowned. She definitely didn’t know this guy.
Before she could ask him anything, he continued, “I’m your guide through Decadence.”
The blood drained from her face. What did he mean by ‘guide’? Was she expected to get naked for him?
The horror must have shown on her face because the stranger chuckled. “Not like that. Poor choice of words. Management assign all submissives a guide if it’s their first time in a BDSM club. As this is an open night, we’ve gone through all applications thoroughly and matched guides to…” he paused as though searching for the right words, “inexperienced subs.” He flashed her a grin full of pearly white teeth. “Also this place is a maze if you don’t know where you’re going and as it’s your first time, we don’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”
She was already feeling pretty bowled over. What kind of place took the time to assign a welcoming committee to new members?
A fancy assed place that costs a fortune to join.
She’d bet her store the high profile clientele included a few billionaires, royalty and superstars. Maybe her ‘guide’ was to stop her snapping revealing pictures of their members.
The stranger stuck out his hand and she shook it. “I’m Xander, but everyone calls me Master X.”
He had a firm grip and although he was easy on the eyes, she wasn’t attracted to him. “Dana. But you already knew that.”
Xander held out three plastic bracelets—red, orange and green. “You need to choose a color. Red means your taken and not looking to play. Orange, not actively looking but could be persuaded. Green obviously means go, you’re looking and willing to take part.”
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