by Me, Tara Sue
She did when he put it like that. “Yes, Herr Brose.”
“You want to please me?”
“Yes, Herr Brose.”
“Then you will start your German lessons tomorrow.”
“Yes, Herr Brose. I’m sorry I haven’t already done so.”
He stroked her cheek. “Thank you, liebling. However, the fact that you haven’t is what will make this scene so much fun. For me at least.” He stood and said something else in German to Abby. She wrote something down and hurried over to stand closer to them, but not in the way.
Fritz resumed his place at her breasts. He took them in his hands and so gradually she barely felt it, grew rougher and rougher. He looked her in the eyes and said something in his native tongue.
She had no idea what he said, but it sounded awful. Harsh and guttural. He repeated it. Was he asking her something or telling her to do something? She looked at Abby, but the other woman’s face gave nothing away.
Fritz said something else to Abby and this time she answered. In German, of course. He looked down at Kate and spoke in German.
“I don’t know what you’re asking,” she said.
His expression grew cold. “I didn’t ask you anything and you’re not supposed to be talking. You would have known all this if you’d what?”
“Taken my lessons like I said I would.”
“Correct.” He took a step back. “Stand and take off the rest of your clothing.”
She did so, but couldn’t get back on the table because he stood in the way. He spoke in German and, it sounded worse than whatever he’d said about her breasts.
She tilted her head because he kept speaking German even though he knew she didn't understand. He said something else and held his hands as if leaning on something and gave a nod toward the table.
Hesitantly, she walked over to it and got into the position he commanded.
“Thank you,” he said. “I've completed your exam.”
Already? But he hadn't even touched her below the waist. How could it be over? Did that mean he wouldn't offer her his collar?
He picked up a nasty looking paddle. “Now we will deal with you not following through when you say you'll do something.”
She should have known he wouldn't let the missed lessons slide. “I already said I was sorry, Herr Brose.”
“You did. And now I'll ensure you meant it.”
“But I -”
He stopped her by putting a hand over her mouth. “Smartest thing you can do is to be silent and take these. I’m only giving you ten.”
She wanted to tell him to fuck that because ‘only giving her ten’ just meant they would be extra hard. But instead she got into position because he was right and she should have followed through with the lessons.
As expected, the ten he gave her were hard and she was a mess of snot and tears by the time he finished. Never one to rush anything, he carried her to a private area and held her until she was no longer crying, but instead squirmed in his arms, desperate and needy to be taken.
One of his hands slid down from her back to her thigh. “Why the sudden wiggles, liebling?”
She purposely shifted on his erection. “Because I feel you under me and I want you.”
“I want you as well, but I have no plans to fuck you here. Not tonight anyway. I’ve arranged for us to stay in one of the overnight cabins Nathaniel added at the last minute.”
“I hated those things,” she said, remembering what a pain in the ass they were when he’d tacked them on at the last second. “But now I think they’re my favorite ever.”
“There’s just one thing before we head over there.” He reached to his side and pulled out a platinum chain-mail choker. “I have this for your everyday collar. Will you wear it? Will you finally be mine, Kate?”
She didn’t think he’d collar her after the debacle over the lessons and her eyes filled with tears at the love she found in his expression. “Yes, please. I want nothing more than to show the world I’m yours.”
“Be sure. I only plan on doing this once.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she whispered.
As he fastened his collar around her neck, she felt a peace and contentment in her mind she'd never experienced before. However, even that paled compared with the love overflowing her heart.
He pulled back and she thought he’d kiss her, but he held up his finger. “I want you to see one more thing.”
She watched as he reached down and handed her the notebook Abby had been writing in during the scene. He smiled at her confused expression.
“I asked Abby to write what I was saying. In English,” he clarified. “So you would know.”
She wasn’t so sure she actually wanted to know, but she took the notebook. He'd already opened it to the page Abby used.
Her skin is flawless and beautiful and yet I know her inside is even more lovely.
That she is mine never fails to amaze me.
I am unworthy to have such a woman as mine, but I will treasure and protect her and love her for all of our days.
I never expected you to be mine. How is it possible you are? Am I dreaming?
If I am, let me sleep. For I have found my heart’s desire. And I am hers forever.
She looked up at him with wet eyes. “That’s what you were saying?” At his nod, she said, “But it sounded so… different.”
His smile was stunning. “Now you see the importance of knowing my native language.”
“Yes.” She ran her fingers across his lips. “Now it’s my turn to tell you something.”
Without waiting for a response, she pulled him close and kissed him. Replying to his beautiful words in another language. One they both were becoming fluent in.
Top Trouble
Next in the Submissive Series
Some say they've been arguing for years.
Others say it's just a really long foreplay session.
When Kelly moves from Wilmington, Delaware to Dallas, Texas, Evan regrets all the time they spent arguing and knows he made a mistake in letting her go. A wedding allows them the opportunity to reconnect and they spend a passionate night together. Yet when morning comes Kelly seems further away than ever.
Kelly has her reasons for treating Evan the way she did, not to mention a secret or two she’s never shared with anyone. If she hurt Evan, she’s sorry but she had no other choice. Besides, they’re both Tops, and they’d never be right together.
An unexpected situation forces them back together, and for a couple who’s done little else than bicker, the danger they find themselves in might be what they need to finally admit how they feel for each other.
Or it might be what pulls them apart forever.
* * *
Keep reading for a look at Chapter One.
Until tonight, Evan Martin had never felt jealous of a submissive. But watching the man across the room kneel at Kelly Bowman’s feet and seeing the way she talked to him, her hand in his hair, and her lips brushing the skin along his ear… Well, it had him thinking things he’d never admit to anyone.
He took a step away from the wall he’d been leaning against to shift his feet and calm his dick down.
“Looks like Mistress K has herself a playmate for the evening.”
Evan looked up and found Daniel, one of the group’s long term Doms, watching the curvy redhead.
“Yeah,” Evan said. “He’s played with her before. He knows what he’s getting into.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
“Not that I keep track of who she plays with or anything,” Evan hurried to add, even though he did. She hadn’t played with anyone the last two times the group met here at their new club. It had been six months since she played with the sub she was talking to at the moment.
Daniel obviously overlooked his bald-faced lie. “She brings so much to the group, even apart from being our only Senior Domme. She’ll be missed.”
Evan’s head spun back to Daniel so fast
he was surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. “What? What do you mean, missed?”
Daniel cringed. “I didn’t realize you hadn’t heard. She took a job in Texas. With the Dallas PD.”
Kelly was moving? To Dallas?
“No,” Evan replied, trying to sound as normal as possible. “I hadn’t heard that. I wish her all the best.” He couldn’t imagine her not being in Delaware. Not being part of the group. “When’s she moving?”
“A month, I think.” Daniel wrinkled his brow. “Julie wants to throw her a party, but she’s too busy with wedding stuff.”
Daniel and his submissive, Julie, were getting married in three months. Evan nodded but said nothing. He found that he couldn’t. Daniel looked at him as if expecting him to be a smartass about Kelly moving, her potential party, or both. But the snark wouldn’t come. In its place was something else. Evan couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt an awful lot like regret.
He felt a sudden need to get away from Daniel. The senior Dominant was too observant, and he’d known Evan for too long. He’d keep talking about Kelly, and if Evan didn’t watch himself, he’d end up confessing his attraction to her.
He wasn’t sure why it mattered. So what if he found the Domme attractive? She was every man’s fantasy: hot body, fiery red hair, plus she was a hard as nails cop who busted balls for a living. Who wouldn’t find her attractive was the real question.
Probably, it was because they were both Tops. A relationship between the two of them would never work. Over the years, it became easier to pick fights with her than to confess he was attracted to her. Not to mention, pushing her buttons was so damn fun.
The sound of giggling caught his attention, and he glanced at the sitting area to his left. A group of unattached submissives had their heads together, whispering about something. He moved toward a vacant chair next to them.
Maybe he’d try to find someone to play with. That would force him to focus on something else. And that would be a good thing, because at the moment, Kelly Bowman filled all the space in his head.
* * *
Kelly watched as the male submissive stood to his feet and walked off. He’d approached her about playing, but she wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t even know why she’d bothered to show up, other than it was a habit to attend play parties. That should have been a red flag. In what world did she think it was acceptable to show up at a play party just because it was habit? Hell, she should have stayed home. At least then, she could have knocked out some packing.
Now she had to be social. She glanced around the new club, taking in all the friends she’d made over the years. Friends she wouldn’t be seeing much of after a month.Though she was a bit apprehensive about moving back to her childhood home state, she was mostly excited.
Her new position was a big promotion. She’d flown to Dallas twice and was looking forward to her new job and getting to know her new colleagues. The housing market was so much more reasonable, and those horrid winters would forever be a thing of her past.
That alone should have her dancing for joy, instead she felt like she was trying to convince herself moving was a good idea.
“Yo, Red. I didn’t know you had a cowboy fantasy.”
She turned at the sound of Evan Martin’s voice and found him leaning against a wall, his dirty blond hair falling haphazardly into his face. In fact, it was so long, only one of his icy blue eyes was visible.
“I’m surprised you could see it was me through that mop on your head you call hair.” She pretended to study it. “I hope you didn’t drive here. I think your haircut could be an impediment to driving.”
His grin grew larger. “If I say yes, will you attempt to handcuff me?”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
He pushed back from the wall. “Nah, I’d rather be the one doing the cuffing, and I could tell you why I wear it like this, but it’d be better if I showed you. Of course, one of us would need to be in cuffs and it won't be me.”
“You don’t have the balls to handcuff me.”
“That I do, Red. Would you like to see them?”
“That’s okay, I didn’t bring my magnifying glass.”
“Damn it, you two.” Daniel said, coming up beside them. “Mistress K, you’re here for another few weeks. Do you think it’s possible you and Martin could stay away from each other during that time?”
She rolled her eyes, but the truth was, she enjoyed sparring with Evan. He was funny and sharp and, not to mention, hot as ever-loving hell. On more than one occasion, she’d wondered what it would be like to submit to him. Could she do that? Even though she wasn’t a bottom?
He looked at her as if he knew what she was thinking. His eyes danced with barely controlled mirth.
“What’s so funny, Martin?” she asked.
“You,” he replied. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“I doubt that.” She hoped to hell he didn’t know what she was thinking. “You’re a lot of things, but brain reader isn’t one of them.”
“I don’t have to be a mind reader to know when a woman wants me.”
“If you think—”
“That’s enough.” Daniel came in-between them now, and he’d lost his jovial expression. "I've warned you both too many times to count. It’s time for you to leave. Both of you. You’re disruptive and setting a bad example.”
Evan looked like he would argue, but Kelly felt nothing but relief. Her rational brain told her she could go home and start sorting through her house, decide what was going with her to Dallas, and what she could either toss or give to charity. But in reality, she knew what would happen, and it involved her favorite vibrator and a fantasy or two starring a smartass Dom. She spun on her heel and headed to the dressing room.
Ten minutes later, she stepped outside only to find Evan standing by her car.
She ignored him and opened her door, when Evan moved closer. “You’re welcome in advance for the orgasm.”
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THE MENTOR & THE MASTER: A NOVELLA
Before he became her Master, he had to be a mentee.
Before he became her teacher, he had to be a student.
Before he becomes her everything, he had to tell her all…
As Cole and Sasha prepare to become one permanently, they have a visit from old friends. Fritz and Kate aren’t in town for long, but Fritz recently found a journal he wants Cole to have.
Sasha doesn’t understand why Cole is so secretive about a journal from years ago. She tries to ignore her growing unease, but the delivery of a mysterious red envelope changes everything.
Cole has demanded complete honesty from Sasha. Is he prepared to give her the same?
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PROLOGUE: COLE
The hardest part about burying your past is everyone wanting to give it life support.
That seems to be the norm, I find, when it comes to digging up secrets hidden away in the far corner of a distant lot you no longer own, in a county where you no longer reside.
I should know. I am an investigative journalist. It’s my job to unearth those things seen as dangerous, shameful, and potentially life altering. I don’t think twice about dragging them from their dark pits and exposing them under a bright light.
But of course, all those belong to other people.
They aren’t my secrets.
It isn’t my past.
Until it is.
Wall St Royals
Conquer. Control. Command. They have. They are. They will. They are the Wall Street Royals, men at the top of their game who are about to be mastered by the one thing they never counted on: love.
Also by Tara Sue Me
THE SUBMISSIVE SERIES
THE SUBMISSIVE
THE DOMINANT
THE TRAINING
THE CHALET (novella)
SEDUCED BY FIRE
THE ENTICEME
NT
THE COLLAR
THE EXHIBITIONIST
THE MASTER
THE CLAIMING (novella)
THE EXPOSURE
THE FLIRTATION
MENTOR’S MATCH
THE MENTOR & THE MASTER (novella)
TOP TROUBLE (August 20, 2019)
WALL STREET ROYALS
FOK
BIG SWINGING D
LESSONS FROM THE RACK
MASTER PROFESSOR
HEADMASTER
THE DATE DUET
THE DATE DARE
THE DATE DEAL
BACHELOR INTERNATIONAL
AMERICAN ASSHOLE
OTHER
HER LAST HELLO
Writing as Tara Thomas (Romantic Suspense)
SONS OF BROAD
SHATTERED FEAR (novella)
HIDDEN FATE (novella)
TWISTED END (novella)
DARKEST NIGHT
DEADLY SECRET
BROKEN PROMISE
About the Author
NEW YORK TIMES/USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
Even though she graduated with a degree in science, Tara knew she’d never be happy doing anything other than writing. Specifically, writing love stories.
She started with a racy BDSM story and found she was not quite prepared for the unforeseen impact it would have. Nonetheless, she continued and The Submissive Series novels would go on to be both New York Times and USA Today Bestsellers. One of those, THE MASTER, was a 2017 RITA finalist for Best Erotic Romance. Well over one million copies of her books have been sold worldwide.