Dominated

By Jaide Fox

A brutal ShadeShifter warrior, Navarre Viseus vowed to gain the rights to a woman in the games, even if it meant killing his rivals. His victory over his opponents earned him the second choice of the women paraded before them on stage in the Coliseum of Thunder.

And that is when he sees her—Kittana Minx, the woman who stole everything from him, leaving his heart a bitter wasteland and driving him into the harsh life of the gladiator.

She’d escaped his fury once before. She would not escape the punishment he had in store for her this time.

Rating: Novella—18070 words. This is a sex driven plot with a happily ever after. If a strong alpha male with a dominate sexual appetite is offensive to you, this might not be a story to suite your tastes. Contains graphic adult language and sexual situations, an uber alpha male with fierce desires. Also contains oral sex, anal sex, public exhibitionism, angry domination and submission, spanking/BDSM/punishment and sex toys. Some violence in keeping with gladiator games as well as unedited excerpts from upcoming novels.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jaide Fox
• Release date: Mar 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301046430

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Pleasure Masters Book Two:

DOMINATED

By

Jaide Fox

Copyright March 2013 by Jaide Fox

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 9781301046430

Cover art by Eliza Black (c) copyright March 2013

www.jaidefoxbooks.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Other titles by Jaide Fox:

Beastmen of Shadowmere Book One: Marked by the Beast

Beastmen of Shadowmere Book Two: Seduced by the Beast

Beastmen of Shadowere Book Three: Conquered by the Beast (Coming Soon)

Beastmen of Shadowmere Book Four: Tempted by the Beast (Coming Soon)

Beastmen of Shadowmere Book Five: Captured by the Beast (Coming Soon)

Pleasure Masters 1: Ravaged

Pleasure Masters 2: Dominated

Pleasure Masters 3: Mastered (Coming Soon)

Dark Lords 1: Captured by the Dark Lord

Dark Lords 2: Seized by the Vampire Lord

Dark Lords 3: Ensnared by the Dream Lord

Summoner’s Captive (Coming Soon)

Earth Girls Aren’t Easy

His Forbidden Fruit

Misadventures in Pleasure 1: PleasureBot

Misadventures in Pleasure 2: PleasureBots (Coming Soon)

Misadventures in Pleasure 3: StarCaught (Coming Soon)

Misadventures in Pleasure 4: StarRomped (Coming Soon)

The Sky Fox

Captured by Aliens 1: Alien Captive

Captured by Aliens 2: Alien Abduction (Coming Soon)

Heart of Darkness

Chapter One

Let the games begin! the Master of the Games announced to thunderous applause in the Coliseum of Thunder.

The Antarians who had gathered in a throng to see the ShadeShifters battle for the right to mate cheered with deafening cries. The stands reverberated from the force of their feet stamping on the bleachers. The walls seemed to hum from the power of their voices.

This was not the time to enjoy the praise of the crowd, however. Though it was not a battle to the death, every ShadeShifter gathered in the coliseum knew there were only so many women to be had for the taking. And every man there was willing to fight to the end or until a halt was called to the games for that right to a woman.

Long had it been since Navarre Viseus had tasted the pleasures of a woman’s flesh. Not since that bitch had betrayed him and sent him into destitution, driving him into the arms of the Planet Antares and the life of a gladiator to satisfy their bloodthirst for the games.

He’d required many binding markings after that day, for the rage at her betrayal had driven him to the brink of insanity. Even now, he felt the berserker biting the edges of his reason with only the memory of that woman.

He used his rage, channeled it into the tattoos covering his body. The markings glowed blue as he summoned his power. Wings carved from the flesh of his back, unfurling from his body to flap in the air. He felt the artificial wind stir in his short hair, raising his hackles.

Bowing his head, Navarre summoned claws to spring from his fingers, preparing to meet his foe and fight to the death if need be. They had a strict rule amongst themselves to avoid killing one another, but the threat of it was always there if any lost their mind in the bloodlust that fueled them.

It was that danger that kept them all on edge and kept the undivided attention of the crowd.

His challenger came at him when they’d both drawn their powers. Navarre ducked the slash of claws cutting across his neck, his foe narrowly missing the arteries that fed life-giving blood into his system. He returned with a slash of his own, angling his body into a better position with the flap of his wings.

Drakar grinned wildly, taking the blow and rolling across the dirt that covered the center of the arena. Furious blood pumped through his veins, strengthening his resolve. Sensing an easy defeat, Navarre drove down hard, striking Drakar on the temple with his knee and knocking the man out cold and out of the running.

Almost as soon as he’d conquered one foe, another sprang up to take that one’s place. It wasn’t difficult for any of the shifters to see who would dominate the games and who were the top candidates to gain access to a woman. Navarre was one of the strongest shifters, and the most likely to go berserk. Few had ever dared to cross him.

But the promise of fleshly delight was enough to drive any man to take chances he would not normally take.

Raker Anilan was a favorite to win. He was the strongest of the bunch, and so Navarre left him to his own devices. He didn’t need to take down the lead man, only to fend off any comers so that he would earn a place at the top.

Points would be awarded and tallied, but he knew what drew the crowd the most, he knew what would earn him the points he needed to reign victorious.

Two shifters came at him at once, hoping that a gain in numbers could make the difference in who went down first. Prepared for this tactic, Navarre slung his arm, extending the claws into tentacles that shot through the air as he threw one of the men down and shielded a blow with his other arm.

Above him, in the stands, he heard the crowd cheered. Their delight fed his power, pushing him ever closer to the edge. The tattoos binding his sanity glowed brighter, turning purple with light.

The foes spun from reach, moving in sync in opposite directions to keep him distracted and off balance. What they hadn’t counted on was the fact that his berserker, kept in check with the glowing markings, had always been barely restrained.

A growl ripped from his throat. His jaw ripped open, revealing rows of jagged teeth. Savage hunger exploded from him, driven by lust for flesh.

Dimly, he heard the sounds of battle around him, the cries of the wounded, the roars of the victorious. Above all, he heard the crowd. Fed off the crowd, fed off the battle, fed off the scent of coppery blood tingeing the air.

Movement caught the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around, felt a strike at his back and rolled. One of his wings ripped off his back, grasped by horrific fingers curled into black claws.

There was no time for pain, no time for weakness. He could die at any moment and