The Exposure
Page 74
“Hello, Nathaniel. Abby.”
I turned to find myself looking at Simon, Lynne’s ex as well as her one and only attempt at a D/s relationship.
“Hello, Master Simon,” I said, my mind spinning with possibilities.
“No, definitely not your motherly instincts.” Beside me, Nathaniel sighed. “It’s your matchmaking ones that have me worried.”
Turn the page for a first look at
Master Professor,
the first book in Lessons from the Rack,
a new series by New York Times
bestselling author Tara Sue Me
coming out in April 2017 from Berkley.
In the history of dumb and stupid ideas, Andie Lincoln couldn’t shake the feeling that her current endeavor was the dumbest and stupidest idea of them all. She stood beside the large glass window in her Oregon hotel and wondered when exactly it was that she’d lost her mind.
She shouldn’t even be in Oregon. She should be spending her summer working as an intern chef in a Seattle restaurant like she’d told her parents she was. It still bothered her that she’d lied to them. But seriously, what was the alternative? Tell them she was entering an exclusive BDSM school because she’d begged Terrance to find a way to get her in?
Hell, half the time, she didn’t believe it herself.
And they would never believe that it was her idea. Oh no, they’d think he had somehow brainwashed her into going. They would never understand that she wanted this. Wanted to be trained in the BDSM world as a submissive.
Her phone rang, pulling her away from the window and thoughts of her parents. She smiled when she saw the display.
“Hey, Terrance,” she said.
“How’s my girl?” he asked.
The noise in the background confirmed he was still on the movie set. He must have had a break and used it to call her.
“I can’t believe I’m here on the West Coast—finally, I might add—and you’re on location in Pittsburgh.”
He laughed. The softly seductive sound that never failed to make moviegoers swoon. She pictured him raking his fingers through his blond hair, and her heart sped up.
“I swear, if it wouldn’t upset the production schedule and put the entire thing behind, I’d be with you right now.” His voice was deep and determined, and she had no doubt he was speaking the truth.
“I understand,” she said, because she did. “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be here long anyway. Tomorrow morning I head over to the academy.”
“And how awful is it I’m not there for you?” He sighed. “Damn it, Andie. It’s not right.”
She loved it when the protective side of him came out. The side she knew would always put her first. It was a big part of the reason she asked to be trained for him.
They had been friends forever. Even Terrance leaving and becoming a household name hadn’t dampened their friendship. And as time went on, the friendship had grown into something more. He said he loved how she wanted him for him and not who he was. And she loved him because he was kind and patient and made her laugh.
Then that night had happened. The night they both realized there was more between them than friendship, and he’d sat her down and told her he had things to tell her. Things he must tell her before they went any further.
He’d confessed he was a Dominant and wasn’t going to give that part of himself up. She’d heard of the term, but really had no idea what it meant, so later, when she was alone, she did her own research and . . . Holy hell. Her vibrator had had one hell of a workout.
“You can’t help it,” she assured him. “I know you’d be here if you could, and I completely understand why you aren’t.”
“It still doesn’t sit well with me.”
“In that case,” she teased. “I’ll allow you to make it up to me the next time you see me.”
“That I’ll do.” He laughed. “Call me tomorrow when you get settled.”
“I will.”
“How are you feeling? Are you nervous?”
That was another thing—ever since he’d brought up being a Dom, he was always asking about how she felt and what she was thinking. It took some getting used to. At first she thought he was asking just to be nice or because that was what he was supposed to do. Eventually, though, she realized he really cared.
She let out a deep breath. “I’ve moved beyond nervous, but I’m not quite at the scared-shitless stage. It’s just hard to wrap my head around the next few months. I mean, I’m not a prude, but I am a virgin. And when I think about what enrolling at the academy will mean . . .”
Another one of those What the fuck am I doing? thoughts hit her, but she shook it off. When she took the time to really think about enrolling in the academy, she was more excited than anything. Thoughts of submitting to Terrance fueled her fantasies. She dreamed of the day she could give her whole self to him.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked, concern in his voice. “You don’t have—”
“I know. I want to.” How many times would she have to assure him? “I think it’s completely normal to feel anxious, but I’m not having second thoughts.”
“I’ve known Lennox for years,” he said, speaking of the academy owner and headmaster. “He’s a great guy, and I trust him and his staff completely. I have to, or else I’d never even think about you being there.”
She twisted the curtain covering the window. “I know. And it makes me feel safe and protected when you say that.”
“That’s my job,” he said. “Even though we’re apart, I want you safe and protected.”
I turned to find myself looking at Simon, Lynne’s ex as well as her one and only attempt at a D/s relationship.
“Hello, Master Simon,” I said, my mind spinning with possibilities.
“No, definitely not your motherly instincts.” Beside me, Nathaniel sighed. “It’s your matchmaking ones that have me worried.”
Turn the page for a first look at
Master Professor,
the first book in Lessons from the Rack,
a new series by New York Times
bestselling author Tara Sue Me
coming out in April 2017 from Berkley.
In the history of dumb and stupid ideas, Andie Lincoln couldn’t shake the feeling that her current endeavor was the dumbest and stupidest idea of them all. She stood beside the large glass window in her Oregon hotel and wondered when exactly it was that she’d lost her mind.
She shouldn’t even be in Oregon. She should be spending her summer working as an intern chef in a Seattle restaurant like she’d told her parents she was. It still bothered her that she’d lied to them. But seriously, what was the alternative? Tell them she was entering an exclusive BDSM school because she’d begged Terrance to find a way to get her in?
Hell, half the time, she didn’t believe it herself.
And they would never believe that it was her idea. Oh no, they’d think he had somehow brainwashed her into going. They would never understand that she wanted this. Wanted to be trained in the BDSM world as a submissive.
Her phone rang, pulling her away from the window and thoughts of her parents. She smiled when she saw the display.
“Hey, Terrance,” she said.
“How’s my girl?” he asked.
The noise in the background confirmed he was still on the movie set. He must have had a break and used it to call her.
“I can’t believe I’m here on the West Coast—finally, I might add—and you’re on location in Pittsburgh.”
He laughed. The softly seductive sound that never failed to make moviegoers swoon. She pictured him raking his fingers through his blond hair, and her heart sped up.
“I swear, if it wouldn’t upset the production schedule and put the entire thing behind, I’d be with you right now.” His voice was deep and determined, and she had no doubt he was speaking the truth.
“I understand,” she said, because she did. “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be here long anyway. Tomorrow morning I head over to the academy.”
“And how awful is it I’m not there for you?” He sighed. “Damn it, Andie. It’s not right.”
She loved it when the protective side of him came out. The side she knew would always put her first. It was a big part of the reason she asked to be trained for him.
They had been friends forever. Even Terrance leaving and becoming a household name hadn’t dampened their friendship. And as time went on, the friendship had grown into something more. He said he loved how she wanted him for him and not who he was. And she loved him because he was kind and patient and made her laugh.
Then that night had happened. The night they both realized there was more between them than friendship, and he’d sat her down and told her he had things to tell her. Things he must tell her before they went any further.
He’d confessed he was a Dominant and wasn’t going to give that part of himself up. She’d heard of the term, but really had no idea what it meant, so later, when she was alone, she did her own research and . . . Holy hell. Her vibrator had had one hell of a workout.
“You can’t help it,” she assured him. “I know you’d be here if you could, and I completely understand why you aren’t.”
“It still doesn’t sit well with me.”
“In that case,” she teased. “I’ll allow you to make it up to me the next time you see me.”
“That I’ll do.” He laughed. “Call me tomorrow when you get settled.”
“I will.”
“How are you feeling? Are you nervous?”
That was another thing—ever since he’d brought up being a Dom, he was always asking about how she felt and what she was thinking. It took some getting used to. At first she thought he was asking just to be nice or because that was what he was supposed to do. Eventually, though, she realized he really cared.
She let out a deep breath. “I’ve moved beyond nervous, but I’m not quite at the scared-shitless stage. It’s just hard to wrap my head around the next few months. I mean, I’m not a prude, but I am a virgin. And when I think about what enrolling at the academy will mean . . .”
Another one of those What the fuck am I doing? thoughts hit her, but she shook it off. When she took the time to really think about enrolling in the academy, she was more excited than anything. Thoughts of submitting to Terrance fueled her fantasies. She dreamed of the day she could give her whole self to him.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked, concern in his voice. “You don’t have—”
“I know. I want to.” How many times would she have to assure him? “I think it’s completely normal to feel anxious, but I’m not having second thoughts.”
“I’ve known Lennox for years,” he said, speaking of the academy owner and headmaster. “He’s a great guy, and I trust him and his staff completely. I have to, or else I’d never even think about you being there.”
She twisted the curtain covering the window. “I know. And it makes me feel safe and protected when you say that.”
“That’s my job,” he said. “Even though we’re apart, I want you safe and protected.”
