When
Sophie Jameson first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of financial
necessity
than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over
the years as she rocked her leather
corsets and boots while wielding every crop
and flogger imaginable, she grew to love the thrill and
adulation that her
clients brought her. But all along, her path in life and her heart was with a
different
profession—one she was planning to embark on at the summer’s end.
And then
he changed everything. Tall, dark, impossibly built—William was the complete
opposite of
whatever image a male sub conjured up. After all the subs, Sophie
finally felt true lust and desire.
Although he was the proud stallion who
needed breaking, he became the one to make her break all
her rules and let down
all her walls.
But it
was just supposed to be for that one night, but an accidental encounter days
later outside Club
1740’s protected walls had the two seeing each other in a
different light—as simply Sophie and
William, not Domme and sub. While they
should have parted ways, they couldn’t. While they should
never have gone back
to her place, they did.
And that
simple mistake has a serious price for both of them.
Keeping his head bowed, he asked,
“Mistress, will you give me the honor of pleasuring you?”
“No.”
“But why?”
I swept my hands to my hips. “Are
you being insubordinate with me?”
“No, mistress. I just wish you would
consider my offer.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I want to please you. I
want to make you come as hard as you made me.”
“Sorry. The answer is still no,” I
replied as I took the rope over to the sink to be disinfected.
When I turned around, surprised
filled me at the sight of William on his feet again. His gaze still remained
averted from mine. “Look at me,” I commanded.
He raised his eyes to stare at me
full on as I walked back over to him.
Although he was trying to mask it, I could tell he was hurt by my
refusal. “I want you to understand that it’s not you—you didn’t do anything to
displease me. I don’t receive pleasure from any of my subs.”
“You should,” he insisted.
Cocking my head at him, I said, “You
should remember how to talk to your mistress.”
Instead of appearing apologetic, he
took a step forward. “May I at least kiss you?”
As I gazed at his earnest
expression, I didn’t see what it could hurt. “Fine. A kiss and then you go on
your merry little way.” I poked a finger into his breastbone. “And you tip me
well.”
William smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”
I stood toe to toe with William and
tilted my chin. “Kiss me,” I instructed.
He dipped his head, and he closed
his eyes. At the slight brush of his lips against mine, a shiver of
anticipation shot down my spine. I felt like I was thirteen again with a
boulder of anxiety in my stomach as the boy I liked kissed me behind our barn.
When he deepened the kiss, he brought his arms around me, molding me to him.
The kiss was everything—passionate, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like
rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.
Needing more, I sucked his tongue
inside my mouth. The moment I gave him the green light, a switch flipped inside
William. The reverent way his mouth had worshipped mine was replaced with a
desperate conquering. His tongue battled along with mine, sucking, licking,
devouring. An ache began to build between my thighs, and I pressed my hips
against William’s.
His hand left the small of my back
to wrap around my braid. He tugged on it, pulling me back to look at him. “I
want to taste every part you, not just your mouth.”
Breathless from our exertions, it
took me a moment to find my voice. “I told you I don’t do that.”
“Why should you deny yourself?”
Staring into his handsome face, I
wondered the same thing. All these years, I’d never taken any pleasure for
myself. There had been subs I’d been attracted to like Owen. Not all of them
were interested in reciprocating pleasure, but many were. And I told them all
no.
As I stood molded against William’s
warm, overpowering body like a second flesh, I didn’t want to argue anymore. I
wanted to let go. I was a twenty-four year woman who had pretty much sacrificed
her life for work, school, and her family. I couldn’t remember the last time an
orgasm hadn’t come from a vibrating device.
Dipping his head, William’s breath
was warm against my ear. “Please let me make you come.”
At the thought of what his mouth
could do on my pussy, I whispered, “Yes.”
I’ve been a huge fan of Katie Ashley for years and when I
heard she was BDSM book I squealed and jumped up and down. So when it popped up
on my kindle I dropped everything and dove right in.
I absolutely LOVED that we were dealing with a Domme and not
a Dom. Sophie was awesome. I seriously loved her kick ass personality. She was
a professional Domme and only did it for the money but when a hot sub walks into
the club on her last night everything changed. William threw her life into a
whirlwind but if it was me I would have been fine with it. William was book
boyfriend material. He treated Sophie like a goddess and I swooned.
The writing was exactly what we’ve come to expect from Ms
Ashley and I really enjoyed this book and hope she continues to write more
books in this series. The plot was a tad predicable but it worked and I couldn’t
imagine a different story being told. To me this book was BDSM without being
erotica. It was a true romance.
I definitely recommend this book!
When one of your favorite authors says that she has a new book and it is a little outside of the box of her other books, of course you are going to jump at the chance to read it. That is pretty much what happened here. I adore Katie Ashley and love her other series The Proposition and Runaway Train. I would rank them as some of my all time favorites. Subordination will not disappoint those that love her writing and style.
I didn't know what to expect from Subordination. I know that it is going to be outside of the normal books that Katie writes, but I was surprised how much I actually liked it. I am not usually one for whips and chains and BDSM. That is such a broad topic that it can do downhill for me fast. I am not a sadist and really don't look for that in my reading. That being said, this is not the hard core fiction that I was worried about. It does go into the world of BDSM, but it is not so much that you are covering your eyes or blushing as you read it. It is just a simple glimps into the world and the stereotypes that are made for those that into that lifestyle.
With Sophie, I was able to see a woman that needed to have some control in her life. She has had to endure some hard things in her lifetime and needed some money to help out her family. Club 1740 was the place for her. She was able to make some good money and have a little fun with men that were willing to pay for her services. She is determined that she is going to take care of her ill father and high school brother and at the same time get her degree to teach.
I instantly fell in love with William. He is a man that needs to give up a little bit of control in his life and is instantly drawn to Sophia. He wants someone that calls the shots in the bedroom while he is calling the shots in the rest of his life. He is that man that all ladies are looking for. Attentive, sincere, honest, and has a body to make you drool. If there were a clone for men, this would be him.
The book flowed very well and was easy to follow. It was a very quick read and left you wanting more. I would have rated it a 5, but I felt that it was predictable and the error in the book had me having to reread a few times to understand what was going on. Besides that, I will be waiting for more in this series.
Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon
Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter,
Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with
Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing
Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education,
and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating
the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write
full time in December 2012.
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