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Authors: Megan Michaels
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Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2)
Mastering Inga
Megan Michaels
About This Book
To Inga, serving wasn’t just a job — it was who she was, right down to her bones. The picture of the tall, dark and handsome physician in the assignment profile intrigued her more than the money he offered, more than the generous live-in accommodations, more even than the chance for her to be a caregiver to his two young children in America. No, the picture of the childrens’ father sparked something else in her — an even deeper desire. A need to serve
him
. For Inga still yearned to serve a man — in every way he required.
A prominent surgeon, wealthy, attractive, and successful, Garrett seemed to have the perfect life. But underneath all of that, he knew one thing for certain: he was a mess. Losing his wife had been devastating enough, but raising two children — alone — only made recovering from her death that much more difficult. Somehow they’d made it through though, scarred, but together. Now, it was time to do something positive, time to take a step forward. And that started with finding someone who could give his two beloved children what he couldn’t — a woman’s touch, a woman’s caring, and a woman’s love.
The lovely blonde woman from Sweden would do nicely — she loved the children, and they loved her right back. He’d just have to ignore the dramatic curves of her lush body, those gorgeous Nordic blue eyes, and the way her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow when she smiled. Yes, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Right? Not a problem that is until he learned what she really was, what she really wanted — and what he’d needed all along. Another woman to kneel at his feet, another woman who obeyed every command he’d give her, another woman to worship him in every way he demanded. Perhaps he’d finally found what he was looking for, but he’d never know for sure. Because the one woman he wanted, was the very woman he couldn’t have.
How could he make Inga his, in every way a man could, when she was the caregiver for his own flesh and blood?
Publisher's Warning:
Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This is a MF BDSM contemporary romance. Themes include: graphic sexuality, M/s, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Word count: 52,964 words
By Megan Michaels
The Service & Submission Series:
Mastering Inga
Published By Stormy Night Publications
Copyright © 2015 by Megan Michaels
All rights reserved.
Cover Design by Rachel A Olson (
www.nosweatgraphics.weebly.com
)
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and as such, any similarity to existing persons, places or events must be considered purely coincidental.
This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under.
For mature readers only.
First Electronic Edition: March 2015
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Trent Evans, of Shadow Moon Press, for the editing, assistance with my book cover, blurb writing, uploading the book to all the different venues, and for help with all of those tasks, large and small, that must be completed when an author sets out on their own. I highly recommend Shadow Moon Press for anyone who wants to self publish and needs assistance — or simply a guiding hand.
To my husband, the funniest man I know.
Bob, your fantasy is now a book...
Prologue
H
e stared at the gorgeous woman in the corner. His wife, his slave — Anne. She'd be disciplined tonight. He never liked administering discipline, but he had no other options. Her blatant disregard of the rules and resultant misbehavior required it.
“You know your phone is to be shut off when you're driving,” Garrett said, standing before her.
“I'm sorry, Sir.”
“
Master.
The kids aren't around. Call me Master.”
“I'm sorry, Master.”
She'd been sitting naked on her heels in the corner with the command “to think,” and when he’d arrived home, rather than call her from her corner, he'd merely told her to turn toward him for her lecture.
She knew better. Disappointment didn't even begin to describe how he felt. The thought of losing her terrified him. People died daily from texting with their phones.
As a doctor, he saw or heard the stories of people texting while driving. The mangled cars and bodies in the hospital. So it had become one of her rules upon entering the car: shut your phone off before even starting the vehicle.
The temptation had been too great. If the phone wasn't shut off, she'd lean over to read the text when it came in. And, as he'd learned the hard way, if she thought the text was important enough, she'd answer it. She kept the text message brief and succinct, but she'd still answer it. He immediately instituted this rule once he learned of this misbehavior.
Today Preston, his brother, and his new wife Avery had contacted him at the office to tell him that they had passed his wife in the van. Preston told him Anne was obviously texting, her van swerving in a way that showed just how distracted his wife had been.
“Garrett. It's Preston. I'm sorry to call you at the office, but I knew you'd want to know. Avery and I passed Anne today swerving in the road. She was texting. “Are you sure? She's not supposed to drive with her phone even on, let alone texting.”
“Garrett, she was holding her phone up. She has a pink case, right?”
Yeah, that'd be her case. I just can't believe it.
Well, I know your relationship with her, and I know that it's not allowed in your house. Just as it's not allowed in mine. If I ever caught, or someone else caught, Avery texting on her phone—well, she wouldn't be sitting well for a while. Putting your life at risk, is just something neither of us tolerate, nor should we.
“God. I just can't believe she'd do this. She knows how I feel about this.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Damn.”
“Garrett, she's come a long way. Remember that. And she didn't have the kids in the car. I know how I'd be feeling. Take time to relax and get your emotions under control.”
Garrett rolled his eyes. “Yes, Preston. I'm aware of how to control my emotions. But I'm pretty sure if this was Avery, you'd have her in that playroom over the horse or spanking bench faster than you could say ‘Here, Kitty, Kitty.’”
Preston laughed. “You're an ass. Yes, I'm sure you're right. She'd be in her cage for the weekend, that's for sure. And I'm sure that you'll have Anne plugged and in orgasm denial for most of the weekend. That is after you paddle her ass. I care about her, Garrett. I had to call. Tell her we love her.
“Guess I better call mom and see if she'll take the kids overnight. Thanks for letting me know, Preston. I appreciate it.” And now he stood over his disobedient slave. The same slave who'd been on her knees for over an hour now, waiting for him to arrive home.
“Your knees have to be sore, naughty girl. You'll be remaining on them for a while longer though. It's time for your punishment. First, you're going to lose your phone for a month. I'll get you a prepaid phone for emergencies only. But tonight, you'll be receiving the belt for this bit of disobedience. It's going to be harsh. You aren't allowed to put my slave at risk. Do you understand this?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Crawl over here.” He watched her dangling breasts sway and brush against each other as she made her way toward him. When she stopped at his feet, he leaned over plucking her nipples into small points, brushing his hands over the pebbled tips. “God, I love these tits. Tonight I'm fucking these, and because you're such a bad girl, you'll get to go to bed wanting and needing.” He continued to brush her nipples, squeezing the plump fullness, feeling the weight of her breasts in his palms.
“I want you upright on your knees. Eyes on me.” She turned her face up to him, remorse etched on her face. He knew she didn't mean to disobey, she just tended to be impulsive. “Take my belt off.”
He'd never done this with her before, and she hesitated for just a moment Before gripping his belt, her slender fingers shaking slightly as she slipped the tail of his belt through the buckle. With a firm grip, she pulled on the buckle end of the belt letting it slide through the hoops. Pulling the belt off completely, she folded it over upon itself — slowly and carefully, just as she’d been taught.
She held it up to him, but he shook his head. “Kiss it please. Then ask me to punish you with it — in detail.”
“Yes, Master.” She closed her eyes and lightly brushed a kiss to the soft, supple leather. Opening her eyes, she handed the belt over to him. “Please Master, spank my bare bottom with this leather belt until I'm crying. Punish me until there are welts and I'm truly repentant.”
The tears welling in her eyes were almost his undoing. He swallowed, taking a few seconds to get his bearings again, putting on the stern “Dom face.” This was no time to cave to her tears. She submitted beautifully. So sweet. But sweet or not, he needed her to know that he was angry with her for jeopardizing her life. He wouldn't let this slide.”
“Thank you, girl. I believe I'll punish you just as you've asked. Back on your hands and knees. Move forward so you’re between my legs.”
She moved between his legs, as ordered, stopping only when he squeezed his calves together at her waist. You'll receive the strap in this position. Just a warning, though — the brunt of this punishment will land on your sit spot and thighs.”
He tapped the belt on her bottom. Raising his arm high, he brought it down hard — harder than normal — on the crest of her bottom. She shouted through clenched teeth. He continued to strike her slowly and harshly. “You
will not
put your life at risk. My slave is important to me. She matters. You aren't allowed to put her in jeopardy. Phones are a menace! No phones!”
When he stopped, she was sobbing. She usually fought the tears, stoically holding them back. She'd admitted to him in the past that it made her feel weak when she cried. But tonight she'd apparently lost the battle. Her backside felt hot on his hands. He stroked her scalded bottom, the welts ridged and bumpy against his smooth palm.
Gliding his hands down the curves of her buttocks, he deftly slid a finger though the seam of her labia. “Oh Missy, you're absolutely dripping. That little cunt is so hot.”
This wasn't about her arousal though. He pulled out of her hot sex and continued to soothe her flesh. “Do you think you're ready for the rest of your punishment, girlie?”
“Yes, Master.” She straightened her back, readying herself for more.