Waiting for Him

Waiting for Him

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by Natalie Dae
     
 

As a sub, Shara wants to prove to herself that she's the one who is really in control.

Shara is about to get a paddling, one that will test her pain threshold and take her to new levels. The stud-covered paddle will undoubtedly hurt, but she's determined to show her Dom, John, that she can take whatever he can give her.

John is determined

Overview

As a sub, Shara wants to prove to herself that she's the one who is really in control.

Shara is about to get a paddling, one that will test her pain threshold and take her to new levels. The stud-covered paddle will undoubtedly hurt, but she's determined to show her Dom, John, that she can take whatever he can give her.

John is determined to show Shara that saying their safe word when she can't take any more is an act of trust, not one of her being weak. Her safety is his primary concern and he will stop play if he feels she's approaching the point where even subspace won't save her.

Together they go on a journey of discovery, where Shara battles with relinquishing that final nugget of herself she's always held back. Will she trust him enough to admit he was right and she was wrong?

Pubilsher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Bound to the Billionaire anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781781841570
Publisher:
Totally Bound Publishing
Publication date:
12/17/2012
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
28
Sales rank:
1,036,025
File size:
136 KB
Age Range:
18 Years

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Shara twirled a lock of her dark hair and stared across the spacious penthouse living room at her Dom. Naked and spreading her legs, she leant back on their black leather sofa and waited for him to notice her. To say hello and smile. To give her that look, the one that told her she was his world and he'd left work behind.

He'd swept in minutes ago, long black hair streaming behind him, and dumped his briefcase on the walnut sideboard that housed alcohol and crystal glasses, napkins and their best silver cutlery. He'd seemed preoccupied, acting as though she wasn't even there. That stung a little. Hadn't she been eagerly anticipating his arrival? Hadn't she been glancing at the clock, seeing only a minute or two had passed since she'd last checked? Hadn't her heart been hammering, her pulse racing, her mind conjuring images of how their evening would go? Yes, she'd experienced a pang of hurt, of regret that, despite their talking to one another via computer for the best part of the day, his mood had changed rapidly since they'd last had contact.

Something had happened in between. Someone or something had upset him.

She could only hope he still wanted to play. Still wanted her.

He appeared lost, leaning his folded forearms on the top of the armchair like that, gazing into space somewhere in the vicinity of the large mirror hanging above the roaring fireplace. She wondered what he was seeing, what he was thinking, and whether she could erase it, make it all vanish so he never had to go through a moment's hurt for the rest of his life. People thought because they had money they had no worries, but they didn't know a damn thing. Life still went on for them much as it did for those who earned less, except their cash could solve the minor issues or remove boredom by allowing them to disappear on their boat for the day or dine out. He'd had a hard morning at the office, she knew that much, preparing for a meeting later in the afternoon, and all the money in the world wouldn't take that tired, strained look from his face. Only she could do that by preoccupying him, or listening to what was on his mind and suggesting ways to solve issues.

I want to hold you, John.

She couldn't, though. She'd have to wait as she'd been instructed, until he pulled himself back to the present.

His hair fell forward off his shoulders, partially obscuring his features, the rise of his cheek and the tip of his nose the only things she could see. The light from the chandelier caught his hair, giving that dark sheet a silver glimmer. She longed to touch it, to sift her fingers through the softness then fist it tight, forcing him to look at her, to acknowledge that she'd been waiting for him like this for an hour. To let him know if they needed to abandon their plans that was all right. It would be a letdown, considering she'd worked herself up into a state of frenzied excitement as he'd told her to do, but she was prepared to forgo play tonight if that was what he needed.

Meet the Author

Natalie Dae is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, children, and three cats in an English village. She writes full time and is also a cover artist and blog designer. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Sarah Masters and Charley Oweson.

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Waiting for Him 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
debi3303 More than 1 year ago
Waiting for Him by Natalie Dae What a good story! Shara is a pain slut and the one bad thing is that she doesn’t know when to say when. She will push herself so far and she is afraid she will seem weak by saying her safe word.  Her Dom John only wants what’s best for her. He knows she is not weak so he will do everything he can to please her with out actually hurting her in the process. I really liked Shara and John’s chemistry in this story. They have a lot of love between them. I received this book as a gift from the author.