In His Cuffs

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In His Cuffs

ISBN # 978-1-78184-419-9

©Copyright Sierra Cartwright 2013

Cover Art by Oliver Bennett ©Copyright July 2013

Edited by Rebecca Douglas

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Published in 2013 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
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of
Total-e-melting
and a
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of
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This story contains 163 pages, additionally there is also a
free excerpt
at the end of the book containing 13 pages.

Mastered

IN HIS CUFFS

Sierra Cartwright

Book four in the Mastered series

Things couldn’t get worse. It was bad enough that Maggie had to spend the days with her boss and nemesis. Now to find out he’s a Dom at her favourite place to play?

Maggie Carpenter needs an escape from her everyday life and her overbearing boss. David Tomlinson has ruined her life and career by acquiring her family’s business and tying her to an untenable employment contract.

So she and her friend head for an evening at the Den to explore their wildest fantasies…only to find David there looking ridiculously sexy with a bare chest and a set of handcuffs attached to his belt loop.

David is just as shocked to find his spitfire employee at the Den. He leans against the wall, watching, unable to wrap his mind around the idea that the woman who constantly challenges him might be a sub. But when another Dom approaches her and she casts her gaze down, he sees another side of her.

His reaction to the submissive Maggie is immediate and sizzling hot and so is the unwelcome jealousy he experiences. He’s always had a strict no-fraternisation rule, but he’s determined to have her in his cuffs before the evening is out, despite the dozens of reasons he shouldn’t. He wants Maggie surrendered to him, in his cuffs, literally as well as figuratively.

Dedication

For one of the most brilliant women I have ever known: Claire Siemaszkiewicz. You are my heroine!

Chapter One

Finally.

She’d made it.

Maggie smoothed the front of her short leather skirt and followed her friend Vanessa through the front door of the Den.

Music blasted from the back patio and the bass seemed to shake the walls. Half-naked people—men, mostly—were everywhere, and cool air whispered in through open windows.

Gregorio, the Den’s caretaker, met them in the foyer.

“Welcome to Ladies’ Night,” he said. His eyes were dark, and the wink of a silver earring made him resemble a pirate.

“I’m here for the debauchery,” Maggie said.

“You’ve come to the right place,” he assured her with a grin.

She’d been looking forward to this outing for over a month. Not only had she spent her lunch hours shopping online for a new outfit and killer shoes, but she’d also purchased a sparkly collar. Every day at five o’clock, she happily slashed through the date on her calendar. The fat, red mark served a dual purpose. It served as a reward for surviving another workday with the insufferable David Tomlinson, and it was a visual reminder that she was closer to a night at the Den, where she would satisfy her deepest cravings.

“Are you planning to scene tonight, Maggie?” Gregorio asked.

She nodded.

“Sex?”

“I won’t say no,” she said.

“Condoms are provided in all the private rooms. House Monitors also have them. I take it you want to participate as a sub, not a Domme?”

“That’s correct.” She wondered how he managed to keep up with the particulars of each guest. But then, that was why he ran the place.

“Are you looking to play with a man or a woman?”

“Strictly het,” she said.

Several different coloured wristbands lay on a nearby table. Gregorio selected a white one and affixed it to her wrist.

“Switches are in yellow,” he continued.

“That’s the one I want,” Vanessa chimed in.

“Seriously?” Maggie asked.

Vanessa shrugged. “You never know what opportunities might present themselves.”

“As always, Dominants have red bands,” Gregorio said.

“Got it.” Maggie was anxious to start the festivities. She’d been here often enough that she could take Gregorio’s place at the door. But she also knew he wouldn’t hurry through the ritual, despite her impatience.

“House Monitors have black bands around their upper arms. House subs have purple ones. Be sure to let someone know if you need help. The Den’s safe word is ‘halt’, use it at any time. Enjoy yourselves.”

“I will, for sure,” Vanessa said.

Brandy, a woman Maggie knew as a house sub, took their jackets and purses.

Any night here was fabulous, but four times a year, Master Damien and Gregorio went all out for the house’s single ladies, providing entertainment, demonstrations, Doms and Dommes, exotic non-alcoholic beverages and the most mouthwatering desserts imaginable. She’d been saving up her calories for over a week with the intention of indulging in all her favourite things. Not that it mattered, really. If she had her way, she’d burn plenty of energy during a BDSM scene or two.

To her, an orgasm was the best of all stress-relievers. And a dozen would make her forget the crappy hell her life had become.

With luck, it would take less than half an hour to find someone to take her to the downstairs dungeon.

She and Vanessa made their way towards the kitchen and looked out of the patio doors. A fire burned in a pit. People in all sorts of outfits, from street clothes to club wear, milled about. A stage had been set up near the back of the paved area where rocker Evan C all but made love to the microphone.

“I’ll have a double shot of that deliciousness,” Vanessa said against Maggie’s ear.

“Evan C?” The musician oozed sex appeal. Tonight he wore an unbuttoned black shirt, and, as always, his trademark white scarf was wrapped around his neck. A recent video of him had gone viral, thanks to a publicity stunt by one of the Den’s members. So now Evan C was giving women all over the world heart palpitations.

“I’d let him put his scarf over my headboard,” Vanessa said. “But no, I mean the guy standing to the right of the stage. I think he has on a black band.”

Since the party attracted so many newbies, Master Damien brought in extra House Monitors—male and female—to ensure everyone’s safety, answer questions and even participate in scenes. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her platform shoes added much-needed inches, but that didn’t help her see through the crowd any better.

“The man over there.” Vanessa pointed. “Near the speaker. Short dark hair. Jeans. No shirt. Can you see him yet?”

“No.”

“Wait. I think that’s a pair of handcuffs on his belt loop. Damn.”

Maggie craned her head.

“Do you need me to lift you up?”

She glared at Vanessa. Vanessa was five inches taller than Maggie and never missed an opportunity to point that out.

“Would you care for a chocolate-covered strawberry?” a server enquired, distracting them.

“Oh, God, yes,” Maggie said.

Vanessa and Maggie both turned away from the huge glass windows and towards the hot man standing near them. He was over six feet tall, with long hair she itched to run her fingers through.

She took her time selecting a treat from the silver serving platter. If nothing else, she enjoyed keeping him next to her for an extra few seconds. Not only did he smell of expensive, spicy cologne, but he had on a bow tie and remarkable, shimmery gold pants. His chest was devoid of hair, and his skin glistened as if oiled. Master Damien
definitely
knew how to please his guests.

She chose a strawberry with the most chocolate coating, while Vanessa, in typical fashion, dived in after the biggest piece of fruit.

Where Maggie was deliberate, Vanessa seized every opportunity that came along. The fact they were so different had made the friendship all sorts of interesting over the last eight years. Maggie nibbled at her dessert while Vanessa bit hers in half.

“Another, ladies?” the man offered.

“Could you leave the tray?” Vanessa asked.

“Don’t you dare,” Maggie countered.

Vanessa picked up two more berries, but Maggie shook her head. The man winked at Maggie before moving off.

“The sexy man I was looking at earlier is gone. You never saw him, did you?”

“Not like it’s a loss. There’s plenty of them here.”

“True enough. But I like handcuffs. So do you, right?”

Maggie nodded. She loved any kind of restraint.

“So, have you seen anyone you’re interested in?” Vanessa asked.

After she’d eaten her strawberry, Maggie surveyed the crowd in the kitchen and great room. “I wouldn’t mind sceneing with the HM I played with last time, if he’s here. He knew his way around my body without a map.” The man had flogged her good then sank to his knees and licked her pussy until she couldn’t come anymore. “How about you?”

“I’m greedy. I want two men.”

“Two?” Maggie hadn’t considered trying a ménage, but now…

“It
is
Ladies’ Night,” Vanessa pointed out.

“So it is.”

The music trailed off and enthusiastic applause followed. She wiped her hands on a paper cocktail napkin then joined in.

A few seconds later, Evan C introduced his next song—the single that was accelerating up the charts—then nodded to his band who cranked up the sound.

“Got your kink on?” Vanessa asked.

“Almost.” Nerves assailed her, a heady combination of adrenaline and expectation.

They made plans to meet up later at their hotel room in Winter Park. Master Damien had thoughtfully provided a shuttle between the Den and several stops in the nearby tourist town. “If you go home with anyone, send me a text,” Maggie said.

“Same for you.”

“Yeah. As if.”

“Hey, you could shock the world and do something totally out of character.”