Dominate Me, Sir: Part 1

By Lillian July

This is the first part in an romantic, beautiful twelve-part series.

From bestselling romance author Lillian July comes the first part in a beautifully sexual, romantically-charged novel with intense scenes of domination, submission, bondage, and discipline. Dominate Me, Sir makes no excuses for what it is... scene after explicit scene of a powerful dominant and his submissive. Do you want to enjoy these scenes? Yes... yes, Master.

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My heart rate picked up as his hand slid across my skin, lifting my hand to curl his fingers underneath mine. I gasped softly when his thumb stroked across my knuckles. I felt a shock travel all the way down to my core, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from where we were connected in the simplest of ways.

My right hand was shaking, so I set my glass down. Despite the wine—or maybe because of it—my mouth was dry once more. I wanted to lick my lips, but that would require my brain cells to be functioning well enough to send the impulsive desire down the line to my tongue.

He said nothing, just continued touching me ever so lightly. I had sudden visions of that hand stroking other areas of my body in the same way. I shuddered, clamping my mouth down to cut off the moan rising in my throat. Okay, so my brain was working in some capacity.

Apparently I did not affect him the same way, as he continued to sip his wine, the movement of lifting and lowering his glass in my peripheral vision. I don't know how long we sat like that, but I was glad I had not fled earlier. It had even been worth sitting through his alter ego on the drive over and while we waited for our food.

I could hear the noises of people around us—waiters taking and delivering orders; random bits of conversation; the white noise of silverware on dishes—but it was muffled, as if I was hearing it through a tunnel. His hand moved again, breaking my reverie. I watched it slide up until his fingers circled my wrist just above my watch. His grip tightened and I gasped, my eyes darting up to stare into his heated gaze. Those blue eyes were dark now, like the ocean at night, and my heart caught in my throat.

"Becca, do you want me to let go?" His voice was so calm, so low. So sexy.

I felt the word on my tongue, but my head responded in the opposite, shaking slightly.

"Say it."

I swallowed and closed my eyes for a moment. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, don't let go."

"Look at me."

My eyes fluttered open, slowly rising from his chest to his face.

He was smiling, his pupils wide. "Are you going to play hard to get?"

Once again, I wanted to answer in the affirmative, but my head just would not cooperate.

"Say it, Becca."

Oh, how hard it was to breath now. "No, I am not going to play hard to get."

"Good girl."

And those two words were my undoing. I had known the man less than a day, spent a total of maybe four hours together. And yet, it seemed as if he knew my deepest, darkest secret without me having to speak a word.

He gently twisted his fingers around my wrist.

I had to close my eyes again, swallowing hard. What was happening to me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lillian July
• Release date: Nov 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311315755

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Dominate Me, Sir

by Lillian July

Part 1

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Dominate Me, Sir

I want to be chased.

Mr. Hughes stared at me, the brightness of his blue eyes fading as his smile morphed into a serious, straight line. You like being stalked?

There's a difference between being stalked and being chased. A big difference. My own smile faltered a little as I remembered an incident just last week. I shivered.

How so?

I blinked and stared back at him. Hmm?

How are they different?

How is what different?

Stalking and chasing. You said there was a big difference. His eyes were shiny again. He was still impassive, although I thought I saw a hint of a smile. It was distracting. I liked his smile a whole lot better. I wished he'd do it again.

What was wrong with me? How did we get off the topic of my book, anyway? I'd never been so rattled in an interview. I swallowed and forced my lips back into a smile. He finally smiled back, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

I shifted in my chair and crossed my legs, being careful that my pencil skirt didn't ride up too far and reveal the lace tops of my thigh-high nylons and the clips on my garter belt. Clearing my throat, I tried to focus, to find the right words.

Stalking is impersonal. It's selfish. Uninvited. Criminal. Usually the victim has never met his or her stalker. Chasing is...

Mr. Hughes sat forward. Yes?

I shrugged. Like the song says, 'I want you to want me.'

His eyes widened fractionally. But doesn't a stalker want his victim?

My smile was genuine now. Yes, but I don't want my stalker to want me.

I see.

Where as, with chasing, if I am interested in a guy, I will make an effort to show him I am. And I want him to make the same effort. You know, flirt a little. Even play hard-to-get. That's the fun of the chase. But once you finally let him catch you, the game is not over. It needs to continue. Maybe not at the extreme that it did early in the relationship, but it still has to be there.

He was looking at me, but his mind appeared to be focused elsewhere. Finally, he said, So it that why women can be so moody in a relationship? The thrill of the chase is ebbing...or completely gone?

Bravo, Mr. Hughes. I resisted the urge to clap.

So how long does this initial chase usually last?

I held out my hand and wobbled it back and forth. Depends on the couple, really. The key is, the guy should not hover. Smothering will turn her off right away.

He adjusted his tie with one large hand, his fingers long and thick, his nails well-manicured. It was a very nice hand. And the tie wasn't that bad either. It was gray silk with wide blue stripes and narrow red ones. It made his eyes stand out. Just like his white dress shirt and black suit framed his upper body as if it were painted on.

So, she shouldn't act desperate, and he should not act obsessed.

Exactly. It's difficult to balance the sides, but if done properly, it can be successful. I sipped water from the glass on the table beside me and then tilted it toward him with a laugh. You should write your own book on your observations. Let the male gender in on the rules of the dating game.

His smile reached up to his eyes. How does the phone exchange go?

It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. "He should ask her. Especially if they have a date first. Say they meet somewhere—a trade show or a bar. He can ask for her number then, or verbally agree to meet again for dinner later in the week and ask for it afterwards. If she is

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I enjoyed reading this book but find it frustrating that the rest of the series isn’t available on Everand.