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Wild Submission
by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane
Cover Design: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placesand incidents either are products of the author’s imagination orare used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or localesor persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
ONE: ISABELLE
TWO: CAM
THREE: ISABELLE
FOUR: CAM
FIVE: ISABELLE
SIX: CAM
SEVEN: ISABELLE
EIGHT: CAM
NINE: ISABELLE
TEN: CAM
ELEVEN: ISABELLE
TWELVE: CAM
THIRTEEN: ISABELLE
FOURTEEN: CAM
PROLOGUE
Submission begins like a seduction. A slow,careful dance to discover what you really need.
Do you hold my gaze or glance away? Will youlean into my touch, or flinch from the co
I see it in your eyes. I can read the secretdesire you’ve been hiding. And I know that when I push you backagainst the wall and slowly force you to your knees, you’ll gowillingly, a slave to the passion that’s already making youtremble. Wet. Ready to obey.
Because here with me, you can be free. Freeto admit the craving deep inside you, to be controlled.Educated.
Mastered.
Yes, I can tell, you want to submit to myevery command. You’ll get on your knees and part those eager lipsand please me, every way you can. And in that surrender, I promise,I’ll show you a release like you’ve never felt before.
My control will free us both. It’s the onlything I need in the world, and the one thing that could destroy me.Because now that I’ve tasted a surrender like no other, I can’t goback to how things were before.
Isabelle Ashcroft.
After years of reading women like an openbook, she’s the first to confound me. Who is the real Isabelle? Thegorgeous ice queen she pretends to be in public? A victim in needof my protection?
Or the temptation I ca
Control is everything to me. There’s not awoman in my life I haven’t mastered completely—and she will be nodifferent.
She thinks her submission will be on herterms. Her rules. But she doesn’t know me just yet.
The only rules that matter are mine. Myhands caressing her fair skin. My collar around her throat.
My body pushing her to the brink.
She will surrender, and I will keep myprecious control. The alternative is unthinkable. Impossible.
Isabelle will be mine.
ONE: ISABELLE
What have I done?
The lights of New York blur outside thewindows of Cam’s Maserati as he speeds away from The Underground,his secret club. He hasn’t said a word to me since I walked in andoffered myself to him.
Offered to be his sub.
I feel a shiver just remembering how Iwaited on my knees for him, naked, my head bent and obedient. Hehad no idea that I followed him there tonight. I can’t believe Iwas so bold.
Stupid, a voice in my head corrects me, sneering. But I push itaway. I’m still clinging to the hope that Cam will take me up on myrequest. That he’ll introduce me to the world he’s been hiding fromme: a world of dark secrets and thrilling possibility.
The world that fills me with fear—and a hotdesire.
I meant everything I said to himtonight.
“I want you to show me.What you do here. What you are. Teach me, Cam. How to please you,how to feel pleasure for myself.”
I sneak a look at him. His eyes are fixed tothe road, but I can see the tension radiating from under hisdesigner suit. His strong hands grip the steering wheel, hismuscular body clenched and angry. It reminds me of the last time hedrove me home from the club, the night that started everything. Myadopted brother Brent had taken me there with a business friend ofhis. He’d pla
For ten years of my life, Brent had been thecenter of the world to me. But now I see how he corrupted mychildish adoration, manipulated me for his own pleasure and kicks.Since our father disinherited him, he depends on me for his luxuryapartment and fancy cars. He thought I was so weak that he couldpush me around forever, but that night was the end for me.
I’m finally free.
And it’s all thanks to the man beside me inthe car; the man ignoring me like I didn’t just offer himeverything.
“Cam?” I can’t take the silence anymore.“Are you mad at me?”
“No.” Cam’s reply is short and harsh.
“What did I do wrong?”
Instead of answering, Cam wrenches thewheel, turning into the underground parking garage of his luxuryapartment building. The car screeches to a stop in the far corner.Cam shuts off the engine, breathing heavily.
“Cam?” I reach over and touch his arm, buthe flinches away.
“I won’t discuss this tonight.” He says.
“But—”
“Isabelle, no!”
When he turns back to me, his jaw isclenched, and warning flashes in his blue eyes. “Don’t push me,that’s an order.”
I catch my breath, feeling the thrill of hiscommand. This is the Cam that scares and arouses me, the man who istotally in control of every situation.
My nipples tighten. I feel wet.
“Yes, Master,” I murmur, testinghim.
“Don’t call me that!” Cam growls. He shovesthe car door open and gets out. I quickly scramble to follow.
“Why not?” My voice echoes after him in theempty parking garage. He stops, his back turned to me. “It’s whatyou like, isn’t it?”
Cam slowly turns. His fists are clenched athis sides as his eyes rake over me. Everything about him screamspower and precision, and it takes my breath away.
“This isn’t a game, Isabelle. You don’t knowwhat you’re offering me.”
“Maybe I do.” I take a step towards him.“Maybe being your sub is the one thing that makes sense to me rightnow.”
Cam shakes his head. “You’re still confusedabout Brent—”
“No!” Now I’m the one toangrily cut him off. “This is about you. You’ve showed me a new side ofmyself. I never knew until I met you. Until I saw your playroom,and realized… I want this.”
Pleasure and power. Submission and control.They were just words to me until I discovered Cam’s secret life asa Dom. Now, it’s all I can think about.
“This is my choice,” I vow, taking anotherstep toward him. I’m closer now, close enough to see the lust inhis eyes, and how close he is to the edge. “This is what I want.I’ve spent my life pleasing other people, and now I want to pleasemyself.”
“Do you even hear what you’re saying?” Camtries to be dismissive. “You want to please yourself by becoming mysub?”
“Yes.” I stand my ground. “That’s what youtold me about the scene, isn’t it? That I would find freedom insurrender. That submitting to you would show me a pleasure I’dnever known before.”
“I wasn’t talking about you,” Cam scowls. “Imeant other women. Women who have experience in this world. Whoknow the rules.”
“So teach me. Show me. Give me thatexperience.”
I close the final few paces between us, andstare boldly into his eyes. The old Isabelle would have turned andfled in humiliation by now, having her advance rejected. But Iwon’t be so easily pushed around.