Welcome back. Sorry I missed a bunch again, health is really kicking my ass lately. But I'm here now with another book from the Dominion of Brothers Series. This time it's Domming the Heiress by Talon ps and Princess so.
Domming the Heiress
Dominion of Brothers Series: Book 1.5
Written by Talon p.s. & Princess S.O.
MF / BDSM – D/s / Erotic Romance
You can’t depend on your eyes, when your desire is out of focus.”
Heiress Amelia Quinneth had always been known for topping from the bottom. Being Vice-President of the family fortune and firm makes letting go of control more than just complicated. Nevertheless, submission is the one thing she desires most at the end of the day and no amount of control over her life can get her to that unobtainable bliss. That is until frustrated by lack of satisfaction; she finally reached out to Dominus Trenton Leos to be paired up with a Dom that could take charge and satisfy her needs.
However despite her request, she never expected she would have to meet her new Dom, while remaining blindfolded for the next thirty-six hours with him.
Amelia’s Dom turns out to be a Head-Master who quickly shows her who is in charge and strips away every layer of hers, one by one, until she found the true euphoria that comes from understanding her surrender.
Her very walls that she kept to define her fantasies have been torn down, but in order to find out who her new Master is, there is one more wall she must let go of and she's not sure she can.
DOMINION OF BROTHERS SERIES:
~Chronological Order of titles available now~
Book 1: Becoming His Slave
Book 1.5: Domming the Heiress
Book 2: A Place for Cliff
Book 3: Rough Attraction
Wow. If I ever wanted a world where I can dream, live out a fantasy and have everything in the palm of my hand to set the world a blaze, this series is it. In this book we go more into the world of Amelia and Rashawn.
Amelia is desperate to submit, but her issues of topping from the bottom hold her back in so many ways. What she needs is a Dom who can control her and make her see who the true Master is...or in this case....Head-Master. Amelia goes to her good friend Dominus Trenton Leos to find a Dom he deems suitable for her. One who can control her and make her see what it is she has been missing this whole time. He sets her up with the one Dom he knows can handle this vixen of a sub.
Rashawn is a Head-Master, not that anyone but those needed, know about his secret lifestyle. Definitely not the object of his long time affection, Amelia. When he gets the call from his old friend Trenton about finding the perfect Dom for the Heiress, Rashawn all but jumps at the opportunity. He has waited a long time to have this woman in his arms and his life, and he'll be damned if he is going to pass this up.
This book had me on my toes from start to finish. At one point I thought she knew, but then it changed and when everything comes to a halt....I literally held my breath. There is no better bond than the one between a sub and her Dom, and this book shows exactly how someone who thinks she has something, can be so wrong. It shows how everything you thought was perfect and right in your life, can be turned upside down and give you so much more with a single touch, a single word, a single man.
Amelia’s whole body shuddered with pain that shot out from her freed yet tortured nipples and then instantly being licked over by not one, but two mouths. Each so very different from each other. One small and soft as a dainty tongue circled around her engorged tip. The other, larger mouth, devoured her with rough suckling and teeth. She tried to remain still, but it was impossible and then she felt the first set of switches to the inside of her thighs. Small stinging snaps across her skin licking them to open further. She struggled to spread her thighs wider, then wider again when the second set came, one thigh then the next. Back and forth, tiny snaps of leather flicked against her skin with a pink sting. Then they stopped and the leather wrapped rod was used to strum over her labia, sliding between the accessible slit in the panties her Master dressed her in and slid against her wet folds before delivering a whipped strike on her clit. It throbbed awake as if it had never been woken from a lifelong slumber.
“Please, Head-Master.” She pleaded.
“Why, dear pet, you are pleasing me.”
She chewed on her lips and groaned when the next set came and when it ended she felt two hands one large and rough, the other soft and dainty slide down her belly, snaking through her pubic hairs then together they dove into her cunt, twirling and pumping together inside her. She felt it instantly, her walls clamping down on the two intruders. “Oh god, Master, I can’t—”
“Stop now.” The command came quickly and the hands that probed her honey slicked walls stopped instantly and retreated. “You are not to cum until I tell you to, pet. You weren’t going to cum were you?”
“No, of course not.” Amelia gulped. Her own pleas stopped when the fingers had retreated. But it wasn’t an orgasm she couldn’t hold back, rather it was one that clutched at her painfully and frightened her. A ball of energy floating just over the cuspate of release and yet so far away she could never reach it. It hovered painfully behind her clit and she clamped down every muscle inside her, wishing she could do just that, but knew it had been just the opposite for her. The very reward always denied her, and it had come so close. She would lie and cheat if to only snatch it and run. Even if it meant to disobey her Master’s pleasure. Though she knew it would never happen.
“Good, because I want to be sure to feel every inch of you shiver when you do.”
She felt the knee press into the ottoman next to her hips, felt it sinking her own as the weight of her Master eased down over her. Like lightning, two fingers thrust deep inside her until his knuckles bottomed out against her hooded jewel. “Now, my pet. Cum for me, now.” He whispered just above her.
His fingers scooped and danced inside her, and she pleaded with her body to obey his command. The small white ball of ecstasy just out of reach of his fingertips. The needy pain ripped through her. Oh god she wanted to, but could not. Her body convulsed, straining to catch it, lifting her hips off the cushion, forcing her body over his fingers further.
“That’s it, let me feel you come right to the very edge.” His voice grew husky as she rocked her cunt over his fingers, pumping to trigger every last ounce and quiver from her before sliding out. The squeal of torment broke free from her as his hand slipped away. The stalled tactic made her feel like she was free falling from high above. Yet her body still owned every bit of the tension that had been there at the start.
Moist fingers traced her mouth and she tasted the hint of her own pooled moisture as he pushed his fingers past her lips, urging her to open, and receive the gift. The scent of her own silk filled her nostrils, painted over her tongue with the brush strokes of his fingers. The pain ebbing but never vanishing as her body failed him.
She moved all her thoughts to her tongue, to the fingers offered her, and she sucked on them in a display of her eager tongue’s talents. It pleased him, she knew, as he moaned with delight and quite suddenly his fingers were replaced with his mouth, licking to steal the taste of her juices he’d just brushed over her lips. She loved every bit of it. If only it could have been more, but she wasn’t about to disappoint him with her failure.
“That was very nice, my pet.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “However, next time I expect you to actually cum when I tell you.”