Dangers of Control: A Bad Boy Billionaire BDSM Romance (Learning to Surrender Series 2)
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"Good," he said, so very softly. "Look at how far we've come. It wasn't that long ago I'd have you going all to pieces on me just for a little tie-up. But you've learned I can be good to you, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir," she breathed.
"And you've learned I don't have to be, too."
The answering shiver, nervous and aroused and eager, jerked through the leather strap of the belt tied at her throat. "Yes, sir." Her voice was barely audible.
Sometimes it feels like he runs the world. In a breath he can win your heart or break your will. No matter how painfully sexy and honest and right he might seem, Heather has never let herself forget how dangerous he really is.
But against all her better judgement, against a thousand repeated promises, she's starting to let herself fall in love.
Troy never meant things to go this far. He never meant to let anyone get hurt, but there's something about Heather that won't allow him to let go. He knows he's either the man she dreams about or the man she fears. He'd give anything to be able to choose which one he'll be, but some days it feels like that choice has never been his.
Reader Advisory: This series is intended for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, themes of dominance and submission, forced exhibition, discipline, bondage, and rough sex. All characters are 18 or older.
Jessica Whitethread
Jessica Whitethread likes to think that the passing glances she catches from the other patrons of her favorite coffee shop don't determine just exactly the kind of things she writes, no matter how urgently she might be typing away. But then again, even if they do, Jessica's never been one to let a little humiliation get in the way of a good time. She has always loved reading and writing all kinds of fiction, but it's when her mind and body are free to run wild that she really has her fun. Whether getting knuckle-deep into the emotions and sensations of a good BDSM scene, flirting around with her country roots, or skinny-dipping in the ocean of love and romance, she will always feel blessed to live in a day and age that can appreciate a good fantasy and a deviant like her who loves to write them.
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Dangers of Control - Jessica Whitethread
Dangers of Control
A Bad Boy Billionaire BDSM Romance
Follow-up to the Erotic Thriller Learning to Surrender
By Jessica Whitethread
Copyright 2017 Jessica Whitethread
Reader Advisory: This series is intended for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, themes of dominance and submission, forced exhibition, discipline, bondage, and rough sex. All characters are 18 or older.
Good,
he said, so very softly. Look at how far we've come. It wasn't that long ago I'd have you going all to pieces on me just for a little tie-up. But you've learned I can be good to you, haven't you?
Yes, sir,
she breathed.
And you've learned I don't have to be, too.
The answering shiver, nervous and aroused and eager, jerked through the leather strap of the belt tied at her throat. Yes, sir.
Her voice was barely audible.
Sometimes it feels like he runs the world. In a breath he can win your heart or break your will. No matter how painfully sexy and honest and right he might seem, Heather has never let herself forget how dangerous he really is.
But against all her better judgment, against a thousand repeated promises, she's started to let herself fall in love.
Troy never meant things to go this far. He never meant to let anyone get hurt, but there's something about Heather that won't let him let go. He knows he's the man she dreams about and the man she fears. He'd give anything to be able to choose which one, but some days it feels like that choice has never been his.
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She entered with small steps, tentative and beautiful. When wasn't she beautiful?
She was wearing his favorite dress. A peace offering. It was a light green, dashed with white at the thigh and cut low, wispy and light. It suited her perfectly. Her beauty was marred only by the anxious expression on her face. It made his heart break, seeing her like that. He never wanted her to be anxious again. Why did she have to push the way she did, only making problems where there hadn't been any?
Hey,
she said.
It's good to see you,
he said. You look very nice this evening.
A little smile broke through her serious expression. Thanks.
I'm not angry,
he said. I'm done with that. I should have been done with that a long time ago.
She seemed to relax a little. I'm sorry, too. I never meant to upset you. If I'd known ... I mean, I never should have brought it up in the first place. Let's forget it.
Troy appreciated the sentiment, but he shook his head. We're not really going to forget it, are we?
She tilted her head ruefully. No, probably not.
He sighed. I didn't think so.
He offered her the glass of wine and led her out onto the covered balcony. The rain fell with a dull rushing sound on the roof and sides of the building. The air had a damp taste to it.
She was quiet, waiting for him to speak.
I always love this city in the rain,
he said. Isn't that strange? I love the sound of it falling, the smell of wet pavement. It's at its best in the rain. The sky is dark and threatening, but the city's still full of light and warmth, beneath all that concrete, shining out through the glass.
It can be really beautiful,
Heather agreed.
Comforting, maybe,
Troy said. I remember ... well, I wasn't always on this side of it, looking out. I remember what it was like to be wet and cold, on a night like this. It's not something you forget.
Contents
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
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Part One
Troy sat looking out through his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. The view was of the southern skyline of downtown: glass-and-steel towers rising out of the sprawling muddle of five to ten story brick and stone undergrowth. The day was overcast. There was just a hint of rain in the air but no drops to show for it, at least not so far that afternoon.
Sometimes his eyes would lose focus and come back to rest on his own faint image in the glass: his face slack in thought, his collar open, his dark hair pushed back. It wasn't like him to be so distracted, losing track of what he was doing, his mind a thousand miles away. He could deny the reason, but it would be an empty lie, one of several he had been telling himself recently. Given a minute or two of freedom, his mind kept wandering restlessly back to her, even though her name hadn't passed his lips in two days.
He turned back into the room at the sound of a beep on the phone system. His finger clicked the button. Tell me,
he said.
You have a phone call from Randy Atkins. He says -
Tell him I'll be in touch tomorrow,
Troy cut off the voice.
I will, sir, but you know he's tried three times this week, and all because you asked him to get back to you about -
Not now, Jenna.
Yes, sir.
The receiver clicked off, and Troy eyed the black device thoughtfully. It wasn't his usual intercom. In fact, this wasn't his usual office. He was a squatter - making use of the office of one of his vice presidents at the Group while his own office a floor above was being renovated. That certainly had to do with why everything seemed a little bit off. The VP was an older woman, and her tastes couldn't have been more different from Troy's.
With its several broad sofas and rich oriental rug, it just didn't feel anything like home. Troy liked sleek and minimal. He liked modern. He liked big open spaces where new ideas could get up and dash around, whirling and banging into each other. He liked the harsh silence of an empty room full of hard surfaces, not this soft, muted quiet of upholstery, where every sound was muffled. Where every thought felt muffled.
It was as if the woman who had decorated this wanted people to be ... comfortable. Comfortable people didn't take risks. Comfortable didn't care if they made mistakes.
But there was only so much he could blame on the temporary change of scenery. Truth be told, he had been avoiding his real problem. Avoiding her name, even. Heather. The business trip that had taken him out of town for three days had been unnecessary. It really hadn't mattered if he was personally present for the ground-breaking on the new development out in Los Angeles. He hadn't needed to swing through Sacramento on his way back - his business there could have just been done with a few phone calls. He certainly could have been back last night, instead of this morning. But he had needed more time before he saw her again.
He had endured a terrible two weeks, thinking his pride might have let her slip away forever, that she might never come back. When he had seen her standing on the tarmac, waiting for him, it had been ... like the world had started turning again. Like everything had been hanging frozen, and now he could breathe without shattering it.
He had never expected to feel that way about another person. He was afraid to feel that way.
And as if the universe were fulfilling his fears the moment they popped into his head, that very night when everything seemed healed, everything had changed again instead. He had caught her in the doorway of his private office, and for a terrible moment he'd lost everything, forgotten everything. It was as though ten years had never passed.
He had lost control. For one terrible moment he had lost control, and he had seen the look in her eyes. He knew the emotion he'd seen there too well to pretend he didn't know what it was. He had seen it in the eyes of so many people over the years as they looked at him: fear. He had worked to make people fear him, savored it, loved it, reveled in it.
But ... not anymore. Not with her. That was not what he wanted. Why was it there, of all places? And why did it still effect him the same way? Why had it stirred all those old instincts? Why could that look still pump adrenaline into his veins and make him feel so powerful.
He shouldn't want that. He didn't want that.
But seeing the fear there had stirred something he wasn't comfortable with. Something he had never been comfortable with, and recently had begun to dare think he had finally escaped.
It was a trick of the light, a trick of the light that brought up old memories - that was all. And he'd needed time to recover from a shock when he had least been expecting one, when he had allowed himself to get too comfortable. Too vulnerable.
It was a simple thing, really. Something to be forgotten, and three days was enough. He was over it. It wouldn't be a problem. He could forget he ever saw it. She had hidden it quickly enough, after all, and the rest of the evening had quickly reminded him why he had missed her so much.
He looked at the clock. Five-thirty. Late enough. With a deep breath, he became a different person.
He clicked the intercom. Jenna, could you dial Heather and put it through?
There was a click, and then the sound of a ringing telephone answered his request.
There was another muffled click and the sound of air in a microphone. Hey,
Heather's breathless voice answered. I was hoping I'd hear from you. You got back today, right?
Heather,
Troy said, his eyes closed as he savored the sound. Do you know how crazy it's been driving me to be away for three days?
Heather laughed a little, the way she did when she was blushing. I have some kind of idea,
she said. Are you working very late tonight?
No, I don't need to get much more done, actually. Not tonight. Tonight I need something else.
He could hear her breath tighten a little on the other end. What kind of 'else' did you have in mind?
He felt himself smiling into the receiver in spite of himself. Sometimes it wasn't really as hard as he let himself make it out to be. Well, all the time I was away I was having these fantasies of what I might find waiting for me at home. If a beautiful woman had happened to wander in off the street, lost track of all those clothes she normally wears, and just needed someone to be good to her. I'd be good to her, of course.
Of course.
But only if I really knew she was mine. There's a specific woman I know who I put a collar on a few weeks back. I've been out of town long enough she might have forgotten, but if she happened to turn up, I would certainly reward something like that.
He could hear her breathing was tight. I think I know the one.
Good. I'd hate to think I was coming home to someone else's toy.
She certainly isn't that, sir.
Well,
he mused. I'll have to make sure she proves it.
An hour later - almost to the second - Troy stood poised before the heavy doorway to his suite in the Williams Tower. His hand felt the cool grains of wood, and he breathed in a long, deep breath that filled his lungs with slow, frigid ecstasy. He always felt this way before he saw her, so powerfully alive and ready and turned on. It was like slipping into another self, an extreme, perfect mindset: animal and aggressive but controlled, controlling.
He flicked the door open easily, letting it bang deafeningly into the wall of the hallway beyond. He could tell she was already here, waiting for him. He had given her a little extra time, just to be sure. She needed a few minutes to prepare for him. He didn't want her distracted or restless or out of breath. He wanted her calm, meditative, fixated on what was about to happen. It made it so much better when he could tell how she had been dwelling for hours on what he would do to her - how he would take her, how he would use her.
He set down his coat by the door and walked into the side hall where he had once trained her to wait for him. She had heard him come in, of course. She was already there, kneeling: her face flushed, her body naked, her thin silver collar fastened around the base of that perfect, delicate throat.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, savoring the sight and savoring her intense anticipation. He felt his cock harden in his pants. God but she was beautiful when she was like this. The light was dim, accentuating every shape and contour of her body. Her soft, bare breasts swayed a bit as she looked up at him. Her face was flushed, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Sir, it's good to have you back.
It's good to be back, Heather. It's very, very good.
He stepped into the side