Janie Murphy’s glimpse inside of lifelong friend Cole Daniels’ special playroom has her intrigued, even if she has no physical experience with such wild pleasures. She only knows she’s been attracted to him for years and yearns for a relationship between them – and she’s not afraid to try a little kink.
Dominant Cole Daniels never imagined he’d find himself in the position of dragging a very grown-up and very attractive Janie out of a BDSM club. And when she challenges him to be the one to teach her the joys of the wilder side of intimacy or allow someone else the sheer pleasure of initiating her, he can’t resist.
As Janie begins to fall in love, witnessing a true power exchange causes her the painful realization that touching Cole’s heart is beyond her dreams.
When Janie leaves him, can Cole open his heart to the woman he truly loves? And will she be willing to handle all of Cole?
|Publisher:||Trifecta Publishing House|
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.40(d)|
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Cole Daniels shoved through the crowd of men surrounding the scene, anger vibrating in his muscles.
"Don't make a scene." A strong hand descended on Cole's shoulder.
He knew that voice. "Too late, Rick." Cole shrugged off his friend's hand.
Rick, the owner of Whips, the BDSM club outside of Olympia, Washington, moved to block Cole's path. "Damn it, Cole. She's of age and she agreed to the club's rules."
"She doesn't belong here." Cole was holding on to his temper by a thread. On that stage, in that scene, was Janie. Beautiful, sweet, irritating, tempting Janie. She hadn't been home two months, and she was already driving him up the wall. His dick hadn't been soft since she'd breezed out of the airport with her luggage in hand and turned his life upside down.
"She's here of her own free will."
"She's mine." Cole brushed past his friend, storming his way to the front of the crowd, and took in the scene in front of him. Janie was restrained over a spanking horse, her red hair spilling from the haphazard knot on her head. Her ass bare for all to see. A red haze dropped in front of his eyes. All he could see was his beloved baby sister, Sally, lying on the bed with red stripes on her back. Someone jostled him, bringing him out of the memory. He wouldn't allow Janie to end up like his sister.
"Are you ready to be spanked, little girl?" the Dom asked.
Janie's mouth opened but no words escaped. Her eyes were wide and her breathing too rapid. A good Dom would notice the signs of panic. Oh, fuck no. He wasn't going to let her play with another Dom.
"No, she's not." Cole's gaze clashed with Janie's.
"Sir." One of the monitors stepped in front of him.
"It's okay," Rick said from behind him, and the dungeon monitor stepped aside.
"What the hell is going on?" the Dom on the stage asked. He held an impression paddle.
No fucking way. That man was not going to leave impressions on Janie's unmarred skin. No way in hell. Cole climbed onto the stage with Rick right behind him.
"Apparently, the sub didn't clear her actions with her Dom," Rick said.
Cole strode over to Janie and began undoing the overly tight restraints.
"Cole, what are you doing here?" Her voice was soft.
"Be quiet and let me handle this." Damn the Dom wannabe. Her wrists were red from the excessively tight restraints. With those undone, he lifted Janie to her feet. Her skirt fell and covered her bare ass.
"I don't care what the slut did or didn't do," the man said.
Janie let out a small cry of dismay. Cole glared at the man, anger surging through his veins. "What did you just call her?" No woman deserved to be called a slut, let alone Janie.
"Listen, buddy," the Dom wannabe started.
"No, you listen." The dungeon monitor mounted the stage, and Cole guided Janie to him, where she would be protected, before striding up to the asshole. "No woman is a slut. And you're not a Dominant. If you were, you'd understand how to play."
The man opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. Rick stepped in front of him and slapped his hand on the man's chest. "You've violated two of the club rules. Your membership is revoked." Rick waved his hand and two more DMs climbed on the stage. "Escort him to get dressed, then out to his vehicle. He is no longer welcome here."
The DMs smiled before grasping the man by the elbows and carrying him, protesting, off the stage.
Cole turned back to Janie, who was staring at him, wide-eyed, although her lips were pressed together. "Thanks, Rick," Cole said over his shoulder. "Sorry to cause you problems."
"Hell, you were always trouble." There was laughter in his voice. "Just get her home."
Cole took Janie by the elbow. She stiffened but didn't resist as he led her out of the club and to his car.
"Cole —" she began.
"Silence," he snapped. He opened her door and pushed her inside before he rounded the hood and climbed into the driver's seat.
The Porsche engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the parking lot. He needed to calm down before they arrived back at his house, or he really would paddle her ass.
Tying her up and spanking her ass had a lot of appeal, but not when he was angry. He never played when he was angry. But damn, Janie could ignite his temper. She always did what she wanted. The girl had been a thorn in his side ever since she was fifteen.
"I did nothing wrong," Janie said, her voice and tone even.
His gaze left the road for a second to look at her, then returned to the road. "I didn't say you did."
"Then why the barbarian act back there?"
He huffed out a breath.
"You don't belong at Whips." He ran his hand through his hair.
"Why don't I belong there? You're a member."
His fingers clenched the wheel. "I'm a man."
"Do you have any clue what that man was going to do to you?" She couldn't. She was barely old enough to understand sex.
"Yes, I do." She turned in her seat. "I'm almost twenty-six years old, not six. I know about sex and sex clubs."
He swore and she let out a strangled giggle.
"He never would have gotten close to me with that paddle. I was getting ready to say my safeword."
"And if he didn't listen?" So she knew what a safeword was — that didn't mean she understood the lifestyle.
"The DM was right there. He would have stepped in."
Cole shook his head. "It's my job to make sure you are safe. Going to Whips is not safe."
"Oh, please." She sighed. "It's not your job to do anything. If I can't go to Whips, then would you prefer I go to another club? I can do that."
"That's not what I meant." How the hell did she turn this conversation around?
"I'm not a kid anymore."
"I didn't say you were." He wished she were, because then maybe he wouldn't be lusting after her. She'd only grown more desirable in the last seven years.
"You've done nothing but treat me like I'm a child since I came home."
She was right. But he was having trouble reconciling Janie the woman with Janie the child he remembered. "Janie, your father was my father's best friend. When your dad died, mine promised to take care of you. When Dad passed three years ago, I made the same promise. To keep you safe."
"My father died when I was almost eighteen. I'm well of age now. My father's trust reverted to me when I turned twenty-four, almost two years ago."
"No, that can't be right." Cole shook his head. But Janie was right, he'd been so caught up in the grief of losing his father and settling his estate he'd missed Janie's birthday. More than one. "I'm sorry." He turned onto the private road to his home. How could he have missed her birthdays?
"It's no big deal. You were grieving for your dad, I understood."
He drove into the garage and turned off the engine. Janie undid her seat belt, climbed out of the car, and scampered into the house before he got his door open.
Cole sauntered into the house. Home, his nerves settled down somewhat as he entered the wood-paneled hallway. He hung his keys on the hook and headed for the family room. Janie was at the big window staring at the lake. He headed for the oak bar and poured himself a drink.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked.
"Vodka and tonic would be nice."
Cole frowned, but made the drink, light on the vodka. Janie sashayed toward the bar and took the drink from him. Their fingers brushed. The slight touch caused his gut to clench with desire. Get a hold of yourself. This is Janie. The glass rose to her pink lips, and she downed the drink. Then she set the glass on the bar with a small thunk.
"Another, please," she said.
He stared at her, then proceeded to make another drink, grateful that he'd gone light on the vodka. He did so again.
"You make lousy drinks," she said, as he poured the tonic over the minuscule amount of alcohol.
"I don't want you drunk."
"Maybe I want to get drunk." She picked up the glass and wandered back over to the window.
Picking up his own drink, he took a swallow before speaking. "I know you think you're grown up, but you have no idea of what could have happened at Whips tonight."
She spun around, her green eyes flashing. "Get off your high horse. I know exactly what goes on at Whips, and it's nothing I haven't seen before."
His fingers tightened around his glass of scotch. "What you saw when you were nineteen was totally different." Janie had surprised him one day by walking into his playroom unannounced.
"How?" She sipped her drink. "You were flogging your girlfriend. Let's see, Natalie, I think that was her name."
"You remember her name?" Cole downed the rest of his scotch, then poured club soda into his glass. He needed to stay sober even if he did want to drink himself into oblivion. Janie did that to him.
"Yes." She lifted her chin. "I also remember wanting to be her."
Cole jolted in surprise.
Janie kept her gaze focused on Cole. The poor guy was getting an education tonight. But then it was time for him to realize she was a woman.
"You shouldn't say things like that," he said.
"I'm only speaking the truth." She took another sip of her drink. It needed more vodka, but unless she wanted to step behind the bar and pour it herself, she was stuck. Why couldn't Cole see her as a consenting adult? Damn, stubborn man.
Maybe she was fooling herself. Her trip to Whips had been an experiment. She'd been so frustrated with Cole and his refusal to even talk with her about the lifestyle, she'd taken off to Whips and hadn't followed normal precautions.
Hell, she was the one who'd picked the Dom wannabe, rather than a more experienced member. She'd known Rick would call Cole, but she hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly.
"Janie," Cole said, moving out from behind the bar.
"No, Cole." She held up her hand. She'd been back for two months. Two long, frustrating months of living with Cole as if they were nothing more than friends. It was all going to end tonight. Bad or good, it had to end. "Look, I know you promised your dad to look after me, but I'm old enough to make my own decisions."
"I never said you weren't old enough."
"Then quit treating me like a child! I'm a woman and I have needs." He choked on his drink, and Janie covered her grin with her hand. She wasn't going to pull her punches tonight. "I'm going to explore my sexuality with or without your help." She really wanted him, but if he couldn't see her as an adult, she'd find another Dom who would.
"What does that mean?" He scowled at her.
Janie downed the rest of her drink and set her glass on the bar. "It means I'm going to make my own decisions about sex and kink and how I experience them." She lifted her chin and stared at him. "Now it's your turn to decide if you're going to teach me what I want to know, or do I go elsewhere?"
Her heart clenched. She really wanted to learn from Cole, but she wasn't going to wait forever. Janie turned and left the room. Once in her bedroom, she quietly shut the door and stripped off her clothes.
Not there was much to take off. A short, gauzy skirt; a cami; and a thong. And Cole hadn't even noticed what she was wearing. No reaction from him at all. Her clit pulsed as she remembered his voice at the club. A shiver of excitement had run up her spine in anticipation of Cole taking over from the wannabe Dom she had picked.
She let out a bitter laugh. All Cole had done was untie her and escort her out. On the drive home, she'd gone from embarrassment to anger. Even now, she doubted her words had made an impression on him. Slipping inside the bathroom, she turned on the shower and stepped in.
She thought back to when she had been nineteen and walked in on Cole and Natalie. It wasn't that she hadn't been aware of their relationship or what they were doing. Hell, she knew about the playroom and had been in it several times when no one was home.
A small smile creased her lips. The first time she'd gone into the room, she'd taken one step inside, looked around, and run out. It had taken her three days to pluck up enough courage to try again. She'd been a very naive nineteen.
Janie sighed. While her father had been open about sex, he'd died six months before her eighteenth birthday. Cole's father, Jason, was executor of her father's estate and was tasked with taking care of her. While it was old-fashioned, Janie didn't mind Jason wanting to take care of her. It meant she got to be closer to Cole.
But she'd left for college six months after her father passed, and there she'd met Alicia. They'd met for the first time in their college dorm room and become instant friends. Then Cole had swept into the room with boxes of her stuff.
Alicia's mouth had dropped open as he set the boxes down, telling Janie he'd bring up the rest.
Right then and there, Alicia had declared it was love at first sight, and Janie had laughed, saying Cole didn't do love, he only did temporary lust. She'd seen him with enough women to know Cole wasn't the settling down type.
Alicia had laughed and said lust was just fine. The two became fast friends. Alicia helped Janie out of her grief over losing her father, and Janie helped Alicia, who had grown up in the foster-care system, just by being her friend.
The water was growing cool. Janie turned it off and dried herself. She missed Alicia, but her friend had promised as soon as she finished up her volunteer work in Mexico, she'd come for a long visit.
Dropping onto the mattress, Janie stared at the ceiling, her mind circling back to Cole and Natalie. She'd come home from college that first summer. Natalie had been with Cole when he'd picked her up from the airport, explaining his father was in court and couldn't get away to pick her up himself.
Janie had liked Natalie and hoped they could be friends. But Natalie was more interested in pleasing Cole than being her friend. When she'd overheard the pair talking about the playroom, Janie had to investigate.
Once she'd gotten over her shock the first time, she'd returned. Half the stuff in there Janie didn't understand, but thankfully she had her phone. After taking pictures, she began researching. She got quite an education in kink, even if she didn't understand all of it.
She hadn't planned on barging in on Cole and Natalie. It really had been an accident. She hadn't even known they were in the house. Jason was out, and Janie had assumed she was alone. She'd stormed through the door and there was Natalie, tied up, naked on the spanking horse. Cole had stood behind her, wielding a mean-looking flogger.
No one had noticed her for the first two hits of the flogger, then Natalie had turned her head and screamed the word red.
Until Natalie had said Janie's name, Cole hadn't moved; then he'd turned around and their gazes clashed. Shock had crossed his features before he'd yelled at her to get out. Janie had fled to her bedroom, a little shaken by what she'd seen.
Ten minutes later Cole had knocked on her door and asked her to come down to the family room. By then, Janie had somewhat processed what she'd seen. When she'd arrived downstairs, it was obvious Natalie was embarrassed and Cole angry. Janie had apologized to both and retreated back to her bedroom. Thank goodness, she'd left for school two days later.
Even now, she could see Cole's naked chest, the fierce concentration on his face, the way the muscles on his back had played as he swung the flogger, and the bulge in his pants when he'd turned her way.
Janie squirmed on her bed. She was aroused and ... well, since nobody was around, she'd use her BOB. Opening the nightstand drawer, she pulled her trusty vibrator out. Alicia had introduced her to her first BOB — Battery Operated Boyfriend — when Janie had gone back to school after finding Cole and Natalie in the playroom. And it was Alicia who'd helped her better understand what Cole's playroom was all about and about kink and the lifestyle.
With a sigh, Janie lubed up her BOB. She wished it was the real thing, but right now anything was better than lying here in frustration. At least her BOB didn't talk and always left her somewhat satisfied.
* * *
Cole glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Sleep deserted him, as his mind was filled with Janie trussed up on the spanking bench, her skirt shoved to her waist and exposing her perfect ass cheeks bisected by a black thong.
His cock twitched. He considered taking matters into his own hands, but it wouldn't satisfy him. Not tonight. With a groan, he climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before striding down the hall.
He unlocked the door to the playroom and stepped inside. He'd kept the door locked ever since that day Janie had barged in. His father had been part of the kink community for as long as Cole could remember, so the idea of locking the door prior to her intrusion hadn't occurred to him.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Master Cole"
Copyright © 2018 Marie Tuhart.
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