High-powered Manhattan attorney and Domme, Harper Cameron, has just finished a four month trial and she’s tired – tired of being the one on the line, the one in control, the one responsible for the outcome of the very complicated antitrust trial that was make-or-break for her firm. The unrelenting, but undisclosed, attraction she had felt for her client had not made the trial any easier. She had pulled it off and gotten a verdict for her client, but she needed a chance to get away and rejuvenate.
Harper’s client, the reclusive multi-millionaire businessman Morgan Court, is a member of Le Club Eastside – Manhattan where he has seen the Domme, Harper Cameron. He has had his eye on the sexy attorney since the first time he saw her. Out in public, aided by the clear lens glasses he often wears a la Clark Kent, nondescript clothing, and his uncanny ability to blend in to his surroundings, he hides a stunning physique and handsome face. When he goes to Le Club Eastside, he wears a mask. His extreme penchant for privacy has made him a target for newspapers and gossip magazines.
After the trial is over he invites Harper to accompany him on a cruise aboard the Golden Dolphin. She decides to take him up on his no-strings-attached offer to enjoy a BDSM cruise aboard the luxurious three-hundred foot super yacht. She is unaware that he has decided that she is going to bottom for him. Little does he know that he’s met his match. It won’t be easy to dominate the beautiful, sexy, and determined Harper, who has demons of her own to conquer. But despite her reluctance to become involved with him, she finds Morgan Court compelling and sexy. She’s going to have a fight on her hands.
Morgan was waiting impatiently for Harper in the main dungeon. He was anxious to get started, and he wanted to see how much progress she had actually made since their initial scene together. The room was beautiful and well equipped with the standard BDSM paraphernalia. The walls were lined with an assortment of ornate gilt-framed mirrors to highlight the action in each scene as though it was happening on a movie screen. The effect was elegant and rather surreal.
When Harper entered the room Morgan caught his breath. Her long, silky black hair cascaded over creamy breasts pushed up into temping mounds atop her black bustier. He wanted nothing more than her mile-long legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked her until she was a boneless puddle in his arms.
He had donned his mask and stood with his arms crossed over his chest while he watched her scan the room looking for him. He knew it was an intimidating stance, but nonetheless, he felt her hot, challenging gaze as soon as her eyes found him. Her demeanor was not in the least submissive. Her icy-blue eyes raked over him in an almost insolent, if not hungry, gaze. He had known she had a deep well of grit, but this insubordination would have to be dealt with. Morgan immediately morphed into Dom mode and stood waiting for her to approach him. He had to get a grip and take control of the scene. He would remind her that he was the Dom, and she was the sub, forcefully if necessary. He obviously still had her Domme mentality to deal with. She wasn’t going to give him her submission without a battle, and he was ready to storm her walls and take it. Morgan knew her underlying emotional problems were still there. They had not magically disappeared. He had to firmly rout them from her head and her heart. He knew that Harper would try to take control of the scene, but he couldn’t allow it. She was definitely the most challenging sub he had ever dealt with, and he knew it would take all of his skill to subdue her.
She crossed the room to him, but when she didn’t immediately assume the slave position in front of him, he hardened his voice and his stance and said, “Greet your Master, sub. Strip and assume the position.”
She looked momentarily uncertain and embarrassed by her failure to enter the dungeon in scene, but her gaze still challenged him, and she hadn’t dropped to her knees. She slowly began to unlace the bustier as she looked into his eyes.
“You forget yourself, sub. Lower your eyes and assume the position.” Morgan saw her hesitate for a moment. Good. She realizes her mistake and is attempting to correct it. When her full, round breasts spilled out of the open bustier, he almost lost it. He forced himself to remain in scene while she removed her skirt and shoes. When she was finally naked, she dropped into the slave position at his feet with her head bowed.
“Good evening, Master. I hope I please you.”
“You please me very much, Harper, but you know your insubordination will have to be corrected.” She did, indeed, please him. Her ivory perfection was stunning. He couldn’t bring himself to call her “sub” at this moment. It was too dehumanizing for what he was attempting to accomplish. He needed to subdue her, but he wanted her to feel safe enough to voluntarily give over control to him so that he could lift the burden of her childhood from her shoulders, even if only for a few moments. Hopefully she could then gain the strength to overcome it, to push it aside and go forward.
He spread her thighs, widening her legs until he was satisfied with her position. She was vulnerable and totally open to him. She looked a little nervous, but that was only to be expected. He ran his hands over her arms and legs, gently massaging the muscles while he looked into her eyes. He could see the fear there. “Harper, it’s okay. You’re going to be fine. Just relax and let me take over.”
Morgan walked over to the wall of implements. He was looking for just the right thing. He wanted her to feel the sting of this correction, but he didn’t want it to be too harsh. The point was to help her reach the threshold of submission and to cross over. He wanted to teach her to reach for her own pleasure. He could feel her eyes following him. Then he saw what he was looking for—a soft suede flogger. He picked it up, and ran the strands through his hands to test them as her eyes took in every move he made. He walked back to where she was restrained.
He walked in front of her so she could see the flogger he held in his hands up close and personal. When her eyes widened, he slowly ran the soft strands over her breasts and belly as he prepared her body and mind for the coming ordeal. Then he walked behind her and ran them over her back and butt. She flinched. Good. I need to ramp up her anxiety level.
“Silence, Sub. You knew you were earning this correction with your attitude when you came into the dungeon. I am the Master and you are the sub. You will acknowledge that, but first you will reap your punishment. You will receive ten strikes, and you will count for your Master. If you don’t count, we will go back to number one and start again. Understand?”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master. Please punish this disobedient sub.”
Morgan brought the flogger down on her butt. The strike was not hard. He put just enough body English behind the stroke to give it a slight sting. He waited for her to count. When she didn’t, he said, “Sub, count for your Master. We will begin again.” He brought the suede strips down across her butt again, this time with a little more force.
“One, Master.” He could see the worry in her eyes.
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Harper was a Domme and a high-powered attorney. Morgan, a Pharma billionaire and Dom. Together the two steamed up the courtroom and the bedroom in Harper’s Submission.
Skye Michaels delivered a sexy tale of a woman’s transformation from what Harper thought she needed to be, to what she truly was. As a Domme, Harper was used to being in charge of her subs, but she never satisfied herself, and quite frankly didn’t know how. Ms. Michaels careful hand brought Harper’s personality to the forefront as well as her frustrations and inhibitions with her past life. The story flowed and gave credence to Harper’s ability to overcome her tumultuous past.
Morgan was sex on two legs~ powerful and attentive, he knew exactly what Harper needed and delivered.
Harper’s Submission demonstrated that submission could be a beautiful thing and very powerful~ the submissive holding all the cards.
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