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by Anya Howard

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Take Me. . .

Gillian has answered her calling as a Disciple. Student and Submissive, she desires only to satisfy masters and mistresses alike--and in doing so, taps into her own deepest fantasies. She longs to forget the life of frustrated yearning she left behind . . . and when a powerful new lover makes her part of his harem, the new


Take Me. . .

Gillian has answered her calling as a Disciple. Student and Submissive, she desires only to satisfy masters and mistresses alike--and in doing so, taps into her own deepest fantasies. She longs to forget the life of frustrated yearning she left behind . . . and when a powerful new lover makes her part of his harem, the new Submissive must surrender to pleasures she never imagined--and enter a realm from which she will never want to return . . .


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Copyright © 2009

Anya Howard
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-2880-2

Chapter One Partly out of habit, partly out of need, Bruce Wolff dug into the long pocket of his robe and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Putting one between his lips and lighting it, he glanced over at the coffeepot. He'd not even started brewing that yet. Any other day he'd have made a pot before even lighting the first cigarette. He knew he must be depressed; his routine was never screwed up like this. And he knew already he was going to take a day of sick leave from work. Just the thought of having to go in and babysit the convicts on his block chafed. Pervs and murderers, all of them, their needs and wants taken care of by the taxpayers. He hated listening to their complaints, threats, and nonsense.

Bruce sighed and turned to look for an ashtray. There was one on the dishwasher and he picked it up and carried it to the den, where he sat down in the recliner. He knew he should probably eat, too; he'd lost his appetite last night when he'd realized Gillian wasn't going to show. But he couldn't eat or even worry about the coffee. He could think of nothing but her.

The thing was, they were worlds apart. She was an artist, supporting herself with a gig as a night waitress, a job she hated. Fair enough. Slinging hash and refilling coffee cups for truckers wasn't fun. No wonder she longed to escape into a fantasy world-and she'd given him a glimpse of it in her sketchbooks.

He'd never seen drawings like that. Not remotely based on real life, of course. She'd created an imaginary realm peopled with devotees of BDSM. But it was discipline with a magical difference. Women out of his wildest dreams, costumed for bondage, made to obey by dominants that were sometimes male, sometimes female, and sometimes not human at all.

And he'd had to go and ask her if she had a secret life on the side. She'd taken her time to answer while he was thinking up about a hundred ways to chastise her naked ass. And then she hadn't said a thing.

Scared off any chance I had, he thought bitterly.

A pang of remorse swelled in his chest. For the first time in many years Bruce felt close to tears, and pressed his thumbs to the corners of his eyes until the sensation passed.

"Jesus," he groaned. "I'm going to be alone forever."

The house seemed to echo in agreeing silence. Bruce closed his eyes and deliberately tried to think of other women he knew, fresh conquests that awaited him. The world is full of women, he told himself; appreciative women, women not so young and strange as Gillian Nordstrom.

His thoughts were interrupted by a rap on the door in the kitchen. Bruce's breath caught in his chest, and he listened to make sure it wasn't just the wind banging the screen. The rap came again, a definite knock made by someone at the door. Bruce rose to his feet and strode swiftly into the kitchen.

He drew back the little shade on the door window and was disappointed to see a guy standing on the stoop. He wore a long gray coat, unbuttoned, and a black ensemble of trousers and sweater. Not old, not young. Bruce figured he was one of those fire-and-brimstone types, the kind that made it their habit to tout their religion door to door. Easy enough to get rid of.

Opening the door, he squinted at the dude and cleared his throat. "What do you want?"

He expected the usual invitation to be saved. Too late for that. Way too late, pal, he wanted to say. But the guy smiled gently and said, "Hello, Bruce. I would like to speak to you about the women."

Bruce shook his head, uncertain he'd heard clearly. "Women?"

The stranger glanced around. "It's cold out here. May I come in?"

Bruce crossed his arms and glared at the stranger. "What did you mean, the women? Who are you? Are you selling something?"

A soft pale glow came over the stranger's features. There was something strangely calming in his soft brown eyes; something that eased a little of Bruce's wariness.

"I do not come to sell you religion," the stranger said. "Or to sell anything else. My name is Sethlucius and I come to show you a way out-"

The hair on the back of Bruce's neck stood up. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"If you'll allow me a few minutes' conversation, you will understand. I know you are dissatisfied with your work and life ... and how very distressed you are by what has happened with Gillian Nordstrom."

That wasn't public information. Unless she'd blogged about it. Bruce grew impatient, and his voice was fierce. "Are you a friend of Gillian's?"

Sethlucius exhaled slowly, a dulcet sound in the quiet winter air. "I know of Gillian, but she's not the reason I am here. You are virile and strong-willed and have more insight about the spiritual nature of passion than you realize. Because of your qualifications, I've been sent, as I tried to say, to show you a way out of the numb existence you call reality."

Bruce felt more wary than ever. But there was something disconcertingly candid about this Sethlucius, as if the man was reading his own consciousness. For a moment Bruce thought he was dreaming. This couldn't be a real person, nor could this discussion be real. Maybe Gillian's freaky talent for fantasy had changed the way he thought. Whatever. He was spooked.

When Bruce closed his eyes and wished the vision away, he heard the lilt in the man's voice, "And who knows, maybe I can coax you to brew that coffee-if not for yourself, then as hospitality for a guest?"

Mind reader. Bruce eyed the man for several moments. He wondered if he should go get his gun or call the police. What the hell. He'd play along. Nothing better to do at the moment.

"You said qualifications," Bruce said at last. "Are you offering me a job?"

Sethlucius nodded. "Yes, as a matter of fact. I am. A job with better benefits than you'll ever find working as a correctional officer here."

The way he'd said this piqued Bruce's interest a little. "You're looking for a guard, then?"

"Yes, we are."

Bruce was still hesitant. "Take off the coat and leave it here."

Sethlucius lifted a bemused brow. But he removed his coat and folded it over the handrail. "You can pat me down if you need."

Bruce was embarrassed, but he did this, too. And once he was certain the man carried no weapons, he let him inside. The snow was falling heavier now, and the color of the sky had changed to a rich cobalt blue. This shade calmed Bruce somehow, and as he closed the door, he turned toward his strange guest.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw the room had disappeared. The two of them were enclosed by pure iridescent light. Bruce looked back at the door, saw it, too, was gone. Staring at the man, Bruce urged his rational mind to awake his sleeping consciousness and end this walking nightmare.

"It is no nightmare, I assure you," Sethlucius said. The next moment a white cup appeared in his hand, and Bruce could even smell the bitter aroma of the coffee and see the steam that rose over the rim. "Here, I made it myself."

Bruce felt his patience flee. "I don't have time for this. I choose to wake up now."

Sethlucious shrugged. "Drink, Bruce. I think it will prove just how very awake and more importantly, how alert you are now."

Bruce contemplated the cup-imaginary, surely, but he took it anyway. He raised it, and sipping, his lips were scalded. Sethlucious lifted an eyebrow.

"I should have warned you, it is hot."

Bruce gulped the beverage, almost savoring the scorching liquid. The deliberate act made him feel he might have some control over this wild vision.

"I want you gone," he muttered. "Dreams are useless inconveniences." Suddenly, the thought gave him some hope. Perhaps when he woke up he would find the last several days had all been part of this dream; that Gillian was still in his life, that he still had a chance with her.

Sethlucius's brow furrowed a bit. "That's all you really want, isn't it? But I'm sorry, Bruce, I cannot give you Gillian. You must pursue your own destiny, claim your own right to your satisfactions in life, just as Gillian must find hers."

The truth of those words tolled in Bruce's heart. Whatever this being was, he knew the situation, and Bruce was too close to cracking to care whether he was real or not. In fact, he hoped this Sethlucius was real; his offer was genuine. All Bruce hoped for was a chance to forget his past mistakes and what could have been. He wanted nothing more than to find a way to escape the despair that threatened to suffocate him altogether.

"Very well," he said, trying to stifle the desperation in his voice. "Tell me your offer. But first, explain your illusionist's act. I don't appreciate lame tricks."

Sethlucius blinked, looking startlingly innocent and younger than just a moment before. "I have no tricks, Bruce. What you see is what is."

Bruce cleared his throat, about to argue that he was no idiot, when he saw two great silhouettes rise from Sethlucius's back. These were shaped like a pair of great wings, and as he stared at them he could see they were covered with plumage, brilliantly, flawlessly white. Bruce was cold with fear, and the coffee cup fell from his hands. Where it landed he didn't know, and his attention was captured by the rosy aura around Sethlucius. The man grew to an extraordinary height. Bruce found himself trembling like a child beneath a countenance radiant with an understanding that what he sensed came not from dreams or hallucinations, or for that matter, anything akin to life as he knew it.

"This mortal delusion has held you long enough," Sethlucius said. "Come with me, Bruce, to a place where your fulfillment awaits. Where you indeed may know and luxuriate in the man you were meant to be."

The words sounded surreal to Bruce. Yet despite the voice of prudence that told him to turn his back on this angel-man, Bruce knew that he was not hallucinating.

At length Bruce nodded and gave Sethlucius his answer. "I will go with you."

The sigh of the breeze through the Smoky Mountain pines was cruelly seductive. It had often tempted Gillian to run to the mountains and disappear there into the lush and wild darkness, to abandon all for the possibility of fulfilling a fantasy she had long cherished in secret.

But she'd never wanted anything more than Bruce Wolff. How could she, however, in good conscience, allow him to get involved with her? She knew she'd never be satisfied with a man who didn't share her BDSM penchants. Bruce, as sexy as he was, was still an officer of the law. She had never been able to trust many people, and when she did she wanted them to know her for what she truly was. The thought of baring her soul to Bruce, just to lose him, was a prospect she wasn't prepared to face. Showing him her sketchbooks had been a mistake.

Tonight on her break, Gillian had escaped to the parking lot. She wanted to try again to shake off the habit of looking around for Bruce while she worked. It was silly and selfish, she knew-but she still expected him to stride through the doors at any moment, to rally her with one of his jokes and undress her with his smoldering dark eyes.

The need for a cigarette blocked out the woeful mood that the mountains so often stirred in her. She drew her lighter from the pocket of her uniform dress and a cigarette from the pack stuffed deep in the bottom. The first inhale of the cigarette was the first calm breath she had had since coming to work that afternoon. She started smoking only days after starting work as a waitress at Thomas Family Steak House. The cigarettes settled her nerves. Most students at ASU did not smoke except pot, but she found she needed something-and preferably something legal-in order to deal with the harpy who actually ran the steak house.

Leaving on a light in the restroom or accidentally ladling an ounce of gravy more than the manager's stingy rules allowed had already cost more than one job. And heaven forbid any female employee eye the manager's husband.

Not that Gillian or any other waitress was interested in that pussy-whipped personage. He was as undesirable as the usual male patrons, whether they were the tight-assed fundamentalists or one of the hippie professors who regularly showed up to satisfy their munchies at the salad bar. Once in a while a good-looking businessman came in for dinner, and sometimes other correctional officers came in while escorting prisoners back and forth between the county jail and their last trek to the state prison.

She thought of Bruce painfully as she drew on the cigarette. Several times over the last few weeks she had asked his fellow officers if they had seen him, and they replied he must have taken an unexpected vacation. She even called the prison once and asked if he was on duty, but of course they were not about to give out information about one of their officers to a non-family member. Countless times she had gone to sleep with potent images of him in her mind. The fantasy of him handcuffing her to the backseat of his vehicle and ravishing her with a bestial and remorseless passion was still with her.

Shooting a look around the lot and seeing no one, she arched her back until her breasts pressed against her uniform. She imagined Bruce's lips skimming over them, his tongue prodding her nipples, his teeth nibbling until they were rosy and sore. Hearing her breath grow rapid, Gillian sighed miserably. Twenty years old, and she had never been with anyone. She was starting to believe there was something wrong with her.

She knew what she wanted: a man who could make her entire body come alive with desire. Someone who possessed her soul completely, so that it knew no comfort without a tantalizing and persistent physical hunger. Brute strength. Sexual heat. Uncompromising masculinity.

From the parking lot Gillian looked over the edge of the stone safety wall and down on the distant sprawling campus. Not many students ventured up the steep drive to the restaurant anymore.

Gillian closed her eyes, sick of the real world. Being a student sucked. Everything sucked. Her lurid dreams seemed far more real to her than this. It had been crazy to whisper of them to Bruce, hoping to pull him into her fantasies.

She massaged the back of her neck and wound her ponytail about her fingers as she contemplated the aching lust that had gripped her for days. Standing in the shadows, Gillian peeked around, and, confident she was alone in the parking lot, let her hand stray to the hem of the orange dress. She raised it and stroked her sensitive thighs. They were slick with the moisture from the crotch of her panties. As she slipped her fingers under her panties, tracing her vulva, her clit quickened. She plunged two fingers into the wet slit, pounding it and rolling her thumb over her clit as she thought of Bruce. She imagined him massaging her breasts roughly as she bent over a chair, his cock driving in and out of her wet, straining pussy intensely. Gillian's need was animalistic, and an orgasm jolted through her. She was not satisfied, no, but relieved somewhat as she pulled her hand from her panties. Only then did she notice the cigarette had fallen from her right hand.

Her mind snapped awake, and with a pout of distaste, she stooped to retrieve the still-lit butt from the pavement. She would have to smoke it quick and go back on in because the hired help weren't allowed a moment longer than ten minutes for their breaks. Just as Gillian retrieved the butt, she heard the back door sigh open and saw a feminine silhouette slip out into the night air. Gillian was certain it was the ever-bitchy manager, and flinching, dropped the cig again.

With a sigh, she stood and crushed it out completely with the sole of her shoe, only then realizing it was not the manager who was walking toward her. The cool, finely boned face was familiar, but she was sure it was not one of the new waitresses-not in that unusual skirt and those stilettos. Squinting in the moonlight, she tried to remember the face.

"Have one to spare?" the woman asked, with a glance to the crushed butt. Gillian recognized the husky voice. The Goth queen, she thought to herself, recalling the unkind title her coworkers had privately given this customer. This woman had become a Saturday night regular shortly after Gillian started working. Not a true Goth, for her makeup was always perfect, but in her dark designer clothes and expensive jewelry, she was as close to Got as most of the local farm girls-turned-waitresses had ever seen. Gillian had a feeling that she came here with the hopeful expectations of meeting someone.


Excerpted from Submissive by ANYA HOWARD Copyright © 2009 by Anya Howard. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Anya Howard is a multi-published author of erotic romance, fantasy and horror, who credits much of her inspiration to her always encouraging husband, Robert. Anya and her family live in Tennessee just beside the scenic Smokey Mountains.

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virginia_oaks More than 1 year ago
Bruce Wolff is certain that his inhibition has lost him the only chance he'll ever have to claim the woman he desires, Gillian Nordstrom. But fear that Bruce would rebuff her sexual proclivities had been Gillian's reason for leaving. In her attempt to forget him Gillian vows to be a submissive in a seductive world far from Earth. In this realm where the adult inhabitants live out their submissive and dominant fantasies Gillian's hosts soon bring Bruce to be her Master. Under his loving punishments Gillian learns what it means to be a complete love slave. But the couple's second chance at love will be tested when a handsome Dhjinn decides to have Gillian as his very own. I generally don't go for an orgy of kink in my romances -and this one has it in aces- but I found the story so good I couldn't put it down. The characters of Bruce and Gillian were both strongly written and their relationship compelling. The side characters were well-fleshed out, and despite my initial misgivings the author's sophisticated style of writing gave a romantic appeal to the lush submission and spanking themes. I think readers of BDSM romance will find Submissive a very satisfying read!
misty84 More than 1 year ago
I loved this novel! Gillian and Bruce's tale is erotic and satisfyingly romantic. I also was intrigued by the author's rich and sensuous style of writing. A sure-fire winner for bondage and discipline fans!
salemLA More than 1 year ago
I loved reading this book! You just can not help but fall in love with the characters.
dragonsbloodwine More than 1 year ago
This erotic romance is adult fantasy at it's hottest. With memorable characters, sensuous language and sizzling sexploits this novel is a must-read for fans of bondage & discipline!
brigitotoole More than 1 year ago
This is one steaming hot Romance! Gillian and Bruce are very normal people who find themselves in a hedonist world where they pursue their deepest held fantasies and yet can only be fulfilled by acknowledging they are meant to be together. Their happiness is watched over by sensuous angels and envied by a very alpha genie. Along for the ride are several amusing and exotic characters. Submissive charmed me and I can't wait to read more of this author's books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this was a really good "submissive" read. The story read very well and the erotica was hot and intense, which leads to some interesting reading, to say the least.
paula_davis More than 1 year ago
I became interested in this author's earthy writing after reading one of her stories in an anthology from the same publisher. This novel is even better than that story. The sensual tension between Bruce and Gillian is acute and the romantic development well-played. I also enjoyed the kinky cast of characters they met during their story, especially the dominant Dhjin. I'd recommend this one to any reader who likes their romances passionate and their kink drenching hot.
mindflavor More than 1 year ago
I fell in love with Gillian and Bruce's story! They are such realistic characters and the Bondage parts of the fantasy very tastefully done. This is a novel I'd definitely suggest to my friends who like intelligent erotica.
Serpent_Max More than 1 year ago
Submissive by Anya Howard is the story of a submissive woman who realizes her most arousing fantasies come true with the man she loves. Set in a world of unearthly delights, this novel follows Gillian's sexual awakenings and training as she serves as a disciple of pleasure. Gillian's fantasies are completely fulfilled when she must serve Bruce, the man she'd loved during her years on earth. While Bruce works to mold Gillian into his perfect love slave a jealous Dhjinn kidnaps Gillian. In the world where the Dhjinn is ruler Gillian's only defense against his advances is her loyalty to Bruce. While the Dhjinn sets his goal to make Gillian submissive to his will, Bruce struggles to find a way into his rival's lair. I enjoyed Submissive very much. The fantasy discipline sequences were scorching and the relationship between Gillian and Bruce romantic and highly sensuous. I will look forward to reading more by this talented author!
harstan More than 1 year ago
Gillian Nordstram has agreed to become a pleasure giving submissive Disciple. She leaves behind her lover Bruce Wolff to receive training at Nemi in the art of sexual submission. ------------- Sethlucius visits Bruce and offers him the job of a lifetime involving his Gilliam. Bruce initially assumes that Gillian's fantasies have entered his mind, but agrees anyway. As she fears but submits to winged beasts, he follows her with plans to be her only dominant.-------------- This is an interesting erotic fantasy that star two intriguing lead human characters and a horde of paranormals. The sex scenes run the gamut and are very vivid while Gillian and Bruce are fully developed especially his initial self pity and her fears. However, the plot never fully seems developed so that this alternate reality never comes across except in the BDSM scenes. Still fans who relish something way different in their erotica will appreciate the sexcapades of Gillian and Bruce in another realm.---------- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous 8 months ago
He hugs back tightly. "Heya."
Anonymous 8 months ago
He hugged the taller man tightly. "Adrian!" He smiled at him.
cupcakelady More than 1 year ago
This novel is very sensual and one of the few BDSM romances that satisfied from the first page to the end. The couple, Gillian and Bruce, really come across as caring for one another. Readers that like romance with their kink should not be disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She stuck her tongue deep in her pu<_>ssy, licking up all her juices. "You taste so good" she moaned, massaging her boobs.
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This was a hot erotic novel that will fuel your fantasies if you are into BDSM stories. Totally steamy. Only complaint is that it's like 2 books in one with the second part (in the home of the Djinn) not being as developed as the first (in the land of the Nemi).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gillian and Bruce are one of the hottest couples in print and I was pumped by the vivid fantasy and Gillian's sexy adventures! This one's sure to satisfy readers of romance with bdsm themes.