The Arrangement (Part One): Total Control, #1

By Pia Monroe

It was a case of mistaken identity... 
I'd walked into the wrong room and he mistook me for someone else
But the last thing I wanted to do was correct him...
not when I never knew submission could feel so good.

When her friend suggests they attend the Haven Fetish Ball to help lift her mood after her divorce, senior partner Sofia Mason has no idea what the night will hold – certainly not the masked Dominant who now commands her to strip off her clothes and position herself in front of the bed for a spanking.

She's never even been spanked before.

But even as her mind rebels and tells her to leave, Sofia's body has a mind of its own. It complies to everything the mysterious Dom commands as he pushes her to the edge again and again.

And before their session is over, she's begging for more.

But will he grant Sofia her wish?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pia Monroe
• Release date: Jan 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386165163

Book preview

Sofia

Ihadn’t meant to walk this far into the house, not when I had no idea what was inside the rooms, and I didn’t want to know. But I was bored and needed to walk around after Sage, and I got separated in the grand ballroom. One minute she and I were admiring the sight of a man going down on a woman right in front of us like it was a lesson I wished my ex knew the basics of, and the next minute, she was gone.

But I didn’t mind it. After all, she’d brought me to the Haven Ball to help distract me from my recent divorce. After numerous rounds of negotiations as to who’d get the house, the lake cottage, and everything else, I signed away eleven years of marriage in a meeting that left me too exhausted to do anything else but sit at home and watch whatever was playing on TV. But it was better than going on with the charade called our perfect marriage. That farce began the moment I caught him fucking his secretary two years earlier and, of course, he denied it.

At least, I’d been able to move on even if it were only lunches at the country club with friends and happy hour with the other partners of the firm. Just because I was divorced didn’t mean I was dead, although it did mean a split of loyalties for our mutual friends. But some things couldn’t be avoided. And no matter what happened, life went on. Attending the Haven Ball, a fetish party in a private mansion somewhere in the hills of Bel Air, had been Sage’s idea of moving on and celebrating my legalized state of single-hood.

How she knew people with questionable morals amazed me, but I wasn’t complaining. It was better than sitting at home eating another container of ice cream and wondering where I went wrong in my marriage. It didn’t even matter that we hadn’t had sex during the last year of our marriage, not when he was too busy fucking his secretary. Sham indeed! And so Sage was determined to help me forget, insisting that the divorce wasn’t my fault.

Shit happens, Sofia, even to the best lawyers in Beverly Hills, she’d said one night after finishing her session with me.

Sage was a massage therapist for the rich and famous. She was so laid back it wasn’t funny. She was also able to fit into any occasion like she belonged there. Rock stars, bored wives of rock stars, and actors and directors on location. Some of them even flew her out to wherever they