Mastered by My Guardian

By Opal Carew

Enjoy this hot new BDSM story in the MASTERED BY series from New York Times Bestselling Author Opal Carew.

Chelsea spent the past ten years rebelling against Zane’s control. When their parents died, he became her guardian, controlling her trust fund and the company they shared. But hating the control he exerted on her did nothing to stop her from wanting him.

When she refuses to obey his summons for a weekend meeting, he cuts off her money, leaving her in a strange city with no way to pay her hotel bill. Forced to accept his help and join him at his country house, she soon discovers his intention is not strictly business. When she experiences his potent masculine domination she finds the reality of being with Zane far exceeds her fantasies... leaving her wanting more.

But can she surrender to this forbidden love and be mastered by her guardian?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Opal Carew
• Release date: Sep 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781927444320

Opal Carew

Opal Carew is the author of Total Abandon, Pleasure Bound, Twin Fantasies and other erotic romance novels. “So why do I like writing erotic romance?” she asks. “I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries.” Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult and all that glitters. While she writes, she listens to inspirational music, lights candles and keeps crystals near. Before devoting herself to her passion as a writer, Opal spent 15 years as a software analyst, and she has a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo. She lives with her husband and two sons in Ontario, Canada.

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Mastered By My Guardian

Opal Carew

Mastered By My Guardian

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First edition: September 2015

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Mastered By My Guardian

Opal Carew

Chelsea walked across the lobby with her suitcase and carry-on in tow, headed to the huge lineup of people waiting to check out. There’d been some big conference at the hotel while she’d been here and it seemed like all of them were checking out at the same time and none of them knew about express checkout.

She sighed, thinking of the note she’d found slipped under her door this morning, telling her there was a problem with her credit card and asking her to stop by reception. She stepped behind a tall woman with a wide-brimmed hat and her smaller companion who were chatting in a language Chelsea didn’t recognize.

Her cell phone chimed and she pulled it from her purse.

So how’s New York? asked Sandy, her office manager and close friend.

It’s fine. It’s New York.

The women ahead of her in line moved forward so Chelsea grabbed the handles of her suitcase and carry-on in one hand and awkwardly dragged them forward to keep up.

"You don’t sound very excited. I’d love to visit New York."

Yeah, well, I come every year at this time to meet with the lawyers and sign the endless papers they collect up for me.

Just another way Zane kept control of her. Insisting she had to come to the city to meet with the lawyers in person rather than just receiving the documents in the mail. But he was in charge of the corporation that she reluctantly shared with him. At least she’d gotten him to agree that he no longer be present while she met with them. His cool, dominating presence just unnerved her.

So when are you coming back? Sandy asked.

Chelsea frowned. You know I’m coming back today.

Yeah, but I thought maybe you might change your mind. You really aren’t going to stay for the weekend? Aren’t you worried he’ll get mad?

Chelsea shrugged. Why should I care if he gets mad?

He is your stepfather. And he controls your trust fund.

She pursed her lips. He is not my stepfather.

In fact, Zane was her guardian. He was the son of her father’s business partner and when both their parents had died in a plane crash when she was sixteen, Zane being ten years older than her, had become her guardian. It was efficient, since fifty percent of the shares were bequeathed to her, but he controlled those shares through a trust, so even now, she had very little say in the company. But she hated being under his thumb and had decided a couple of years ago that she’d build her own company and let him have at it with No Limits, the high tech conglomerate that led the market in memory chip technology.

"Whatever. Do you really want to defy him?

She frowned. Screw him. I’m not going to drop everything and come running every time he decides he wants a meeting. He never listens to me with respect to NLI anyway.

Okay, well I’ll see you when you get back. Maybe we can catch a movie together.

Chelsea smiled. Yeah, I’d like that.

Sandy had been her friend ever since she’d moved to San Diego two years ago. They had a lot of laughs together.

After she hung up the phone, she glanced at the line-up. It was moving pretty fast, but it looked like another ten minutes at least. She decided to check her email.

Finally, she was at the front of the line waiting for the next available reception clerk. A man finished paying and moved away, then the young man behind the counter signaled for her to step forward. She rolled her suitcases to the desk.

She opened her purse and pulled out the notice she’d received under her door this morning, then placed it on the counter.

I was informed there’s some problem with my credit card, she said.

The clerk glanced at it, then at her. Yes, Ms. Barrett. Just a moment. He picked up a phone and called someone, then turned his attention to her again. If you would just step to the side for a moment. Someone will be over in a second to talk to you.

She pulled her bags to the side, a little annoyed that he waved another person over, leaving her standing here.

Ms. Barrett?

She glanced around to see a tall man in a crisp suit standing beside her.

I’m Mr. Diegler, Assistant Manager. If you’ll come with me we’ll get this whole thing straightened out as soon as possible.

Good. I’m sure it’s just some sort of mistake. The card was nowhere near the limit and the expiry date was two years from now.

She followed him across the lobby and down a short hallway to an office. It had a nice view of the colorful potted plants at the entryway of the hotel.

She sat down in the chair facing his desk as he sat behind it.

As I said, there must be some kind of mistake, because—

There’s no mistake. We called the bank and they confirmed that the card has been deactivated.

Her stomach clenched. But that’s impossible.

This was the only card she had and she had no other way to pay for the hotel bill. The urge to pick up the phone and call Zane zipped through her brain, but she knew that was just a panic reaction. She would not turn to him for help.

Surely there was some other way.

But I… don’t understand, she said in a shaky voice.

He held up his hand. Please, don’ worry. The bank staff told me there was a note on the account giving a phone number of someone at your company that could straighten things out.

Oh, was all she could manage.

Mr. Diegler handed her a slip of paper with a phone number written on it. She didn’t recognize the number.

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. It only rang once before someone on the other end picked up.

Hello, Chelsea.

At his deep, smooth as silk baritone voice, anxiety coiled through her.

It was Zane.

Through gritted teeth as