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Evernight
Publishing

 

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Copyright© 2013 Jennifer Denys

 

 

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-610-2

 

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

 

Editor:
Karyn
White

 

 

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

 

WARNING: The unauthorized
reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.
 
No part of this book may be used or
reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the
case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

 

This is a work of fiction. All
names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

 

DEDICATION

 

To my two
Doms
, English and American.
To
SGK
—thank you for everything you've taught
me, for your patience, understanding and friendship. To ML—thank you for
patiently answering my multitude of questions, your honest answers and your
friendship, too.

Note to my readers—please be aware this is
fictional
BDSM
where the
Doms
always fall in love with their subs, are hunky and handsome, and nobody is
hurt. This doesn't always happen in real life. If you do want to go into the
lifestyle, please be careful.

 

RETRAINING THE DOM

 

Battle
of Wills, 2

 

Jennifer Denys

 

Copyright © 2013

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Sean grimaced as he warily watched the “play” taking
place in the room.
 
He was the owner of
Club Allure, one of the most successful
BDSM
clubs in
the city, popular because he had a policy of careful practice on the premises.

His eyes narrowed as they alighted on Master Trey, one
of his long-standing
Doms
who was in his forties. Trey
was in his usual stark black outfit, matching his hair, and was very stubborn
and moody. Like now, Trey had his naked sub tied over a spanking bench and was hitting
her with a crop. There was nothing unusual in that since sadomasochism was an
element of
BDSM
that many practitioners took part in,
but in this case Trey was possibly being too forceful given the look of agony
on the sub’s face.

Like all subs she had the option of saying her safe
word if she’d had enough. But in
the
meantime Sean was
keeping a close eye on them, ready to jump in if—when—necessary like he’d had
to do the other night with this very Dom.

Sean glanced down at the document in his hands and
frowned.

Retraining
Program (
Doms
)

Dammit!
How
on earth was he going to tell Trey, one of the most powerful
Doms
that Sean had ever come across, that he had to go on
the club’s Retraining Program?

He considered why he let Trey continue his
membership and shook his head in bewilderment. Trey might be arrogant, callous,
and inflexible, but it was those qualities that some subs, particularly those
into pain play, looked for in a Master.
There
is no accounting for some people’s tastes.
Sean sighed, suspecting that
there was a competition amongst the subs to see if any of them could warm the icy
heart of this Dom, who was in danger of being thrown out.

 
“Hey, Sean.
Seems like you have the weight
of the world on your shoulders.”
A deep voice interrupted his musings as
a tall, well-built woman in her early fifties came and sat next to him at the
bar.

“Oh, hi, Olivia.
I
surely do.” Olivia Redmond was one of his mature
Dommes
. Now why can’t Trey be more like her? She
sticks to the rules.
Sean shrugged to himself. Sometimes she was too much a
stickler for doing things properly, but at least he didn’t get any complaints
about
her
treatment of the subs.

“What’s up? Can I help?”

He chuckled sarcastically.
“Yeah,
sure.
You can go and tell Trey that he has to go on the Retraining
Program.” Sean didn’t expect her, for an instant, to comply with his request.

Instead she burst into laughter. “You have to be
kidding!
Trey on the Program.
Mister Control himself.”
She continued her chortling, attracting the gazes of all those nearby. Olivia
was a loud person, and not only in what she wore, which on this occasion was a
red leather top that barely kept her voluptuous chest covered revealing the
outline of a tattoo over her right breast. Sean had often wondered what the
full tattoo was a picture of. The top was teamed with a matching pair of tight trousers
and five inch stiletto heels. This made her tower over Sean, despite the fact
that he was fairly tall himself. She was also loud in her mannerisms. One could
never lose Olivia in a crowd. If you didn’t see her a mile away, you would
certainly hear her.

Fortunately, Trey wasn’t close enough to hear her
outburst, but Sean still shushed her.

She simply raised an eyebrow, before continuing in a
slightly quieter voice. “So how’s the Retraining Program going?”

Sean had instigated the program to ensure the high
standards of the club were kept. These not only included safe
BDSM
practices, but also members respecting one another so
all could enjoy the lifestyle. There was a similar program for subs. He recalled
one particular couple it had worked out really well for, that of Master Lucas
and his sub, Annabel—now his wife.

Turning to look for them he saw
that Lucas had tied Annabel to a table, which was set in the middle of an alcove.
Many
Doms
liked using this table to place their sub
flat on the surface. In this instance, Lucas had Annabel face up, and her
blouse was undone. Between a gap in the crowd surrounding them Sean could see
the Dom was running an ice-cube over his sub’s torso from her lips down her
neck and breasts to her navel and back. Sean smiled as Lucas tormented
Annabel’s nipples. Squirming madly, she was shrieking at him, but Sean knew she
didn’t mean him to stop. Annabel would be the first person to use her safe
word.

She had gotten into a habit of misusing her “word”,
yelling it every time she began to lose control of a situation, unable to trust
any Dom enough to let go. This had been a deep-seated problem going back to her
domineering parents and not wanting to give anyone that degree of control over
her ever again.

Until Lucas had come along.

Sean watched Lucas as he leaned down to suck
Annabel’s tightly puckered points and saw her arch her body off the table.
Lucas had been the only one of Sean’s
Doms
prepared
to train her, but it turned out he had his own agenda, as Annabel had jilted
him at the altar several years previously and Lucas wanted his revenge. She had
balked at first, but it was be retrained by Lucas, or leave the club. She had chosen
the former, and, despite Lucas wielding his cane against her backside with
great delight, it was he who very nearly walked out when he recognized that they
still had feelings for each other, as he had difficulties trusting as well. Fortunately,
they resolved their issues, and Sean had never heard Annabel cry her safe word
again.

The sound of a voice penetrated his daydream. It was
Olivia repeating her question. “Sorry.” Sean explained further at her
questioning look. “Didn’t you hear about the incident the other night?” Olivia
shook her head. “Trey totally lost it. He was punishing his sub and went hell
for leather at her, swearing, calling her all sorts of names. We had to pull
him off before he did permanent physical damage.”

“Ker-
rist
!”
Olivia was clearly shocked. She rarely swore, and then only when she was riled.

“Respect works both ways. Yes, a sub has to respect
her Dom, but he has to return it. That’s the problem with Trey. He doesn’t care
about his subs, neither their physical well-being nor their emotional.”

“Good luck telling him this.” Olivia’s misgiving was
obvious.

Sean harrumphed and shifted in his seat trying to
ease the tension in his shoulders.

Olivia frowned. “What are the options if he doesn’t
go through with the Program?” She answered her own question. “I guess he has to
leave, and that will affect his reputation in the community, so no-one will
want to sub with him again, if another club will let him in, that is.”

Shrugging in response, Sean turned to glance at the
object of their discussion,
who
was having a debate
with one of the Club’s Monitors tasked with keeping an eye on the recalcitrant
Dom that evening. Sean sighed.

“That’s the crux of it. He could advertise for a
sub, but chances are any reputable sites won’t take his advert. Of course,
there are the less-than-desirable sites. I worry that he’ll take a sub on
privately and get carried away with no-one around to stop him. At least here we
can keep an eye on him.”

Leaning back against the counter of the bar, Olivia replaced
a clip to restrain a wayward curl. She always kept her long, dark hair tied back
neatly giving her a severe look. “How about a warning to see if that will curb
his excesses?”

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