Training On The Train

By Anarie Brady

At 40 years old, Lisa had resigned herself to never falling in love. Despite her independent nature, find a man who could set up rules and not be afraid to enforce them. She was a strong, intelligent woman who loved her job as head historian for Surry Rail Car Company. That should be enough for anyone, right? It was until she met the president of the company, Bradan Surry, who proved himself to be not only a true gentleman, but also a strict yet loving Dominant.

Warning: This book is intended for mature (18+) audiences only and contains sexual descriptions which some might find offensive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anarie Brady
• Release date: Jun 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310116667

Anarie Brady

I've been writing erotic romance, primarily in the BDSM genre, since 2008. I now publish with Totally Bound and Dark Castle Lords as well as Indie. My stories are romantic and full of rocking hot scenes. Yes, the research for the books is tons of fun, but please remember, I write fiction!

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Training on the Train

Anarie Brady

He is quite wealthy, but that is not why I love him. He is elegant, but that is not why either. He is beautiful, but that does not matter. What matters? His love and respect for me. His attention to detail. His intelligence. His firmness. His kindness.

Mr. Bradan Surry is the owner and CEO of a private rail car company, catering to old money. He does, therefore, travel by train. He has told me that he wishes me to accompany him on all of his trips - both business and pleasure. When we are on the train, I belong to him, totally and completely. When we are not on the train I belong mostly to him. I do, after all, have a home to keep and a job to attend to and what man has the time or energy to work 60 to 70 hours a week as well as tend to the care and feeding of a 24/7 submissive girlfriend? True, I work as the Surry Train Company’s historian so I see Mr. Surry on a regular basis at the office, but I take my job seriously and so does he. The line between professionalism and personal preference is never crossed while we are in the building. I, like most people, need some privacy, friends of my own and a personal life. Nonetheless, when Bradan travels, I will travel with him and while on these trips, there is no line in my life that his cannot cross.

Our relationship came about in an unusual manner, or perhaps not. Perhaps it was destiny. I was driving to work one day when my car broke down. I managed to get the blasted thing over to the shoulder of the highway before it just died. I was pretty sure my transmission was fucked since the car had done that awful coughing thing then slowly lost acceleration. Naturally, I did the car in distress symbol and popped open my hood before calling into the office to tell my boss I’d be late. Next, I called a tow truck and figured I could get a ride to the repair shop with the driver and from there call a cab to get to work. I was hoping the truck wouldn’t take too long to arrive since I