Series: Miami Masters #2
Genre: Erotic/BDSM Romance
and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her
also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned
from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his
deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and
missed so much without his help. One
scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees
to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.
She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his
refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.
blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt
Matthews. He managed to keep his
feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to
join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to
resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing
where it would lead. A year later, after
sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to
return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an
ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.
again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into
the lifestyle her submissive nature needed.
When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to
forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?
of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any
of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Master Me, Please is the second book in incredible author BJ Wane’s Miami Master’s Series. This series has been full of hot sexy scenes and dashing doms. Not to mention some very sassy subs. BJ has been one of my favorite BDSM writers for quite a while now, and with every series she writes, she gets better and better!
Dax has had a crush on his surgical partner’s wife for a long time. He was even lucky enough to participate in a menage, but now that Krista’s a widow, he’s kept as far away as possible. After being gone for 18 months, Dax still tries to keep his distance, but Krista decides it’s time to get back in the saddle again and if Dax doesn’t want to keep his promise to his late partner, she’ll go elsewhere. Dax finds her in a bad situation, and saves her. But will he continue to deny himself? Grab yourself a copy of Master Me, Please and find out!
Voices nearing the surgery room filtered through the swinging doors and one deep baritone sent a shiver of awareness dancing under Krista’s suddenly tight skin. She turned just as Dax pushed through them and her first thought was nothing had changed. He still towered over her, his coal black hair still curled around his ears and nape and those penetrating green eyes set in a tanned, chiseled face could still draw a quick, heated response from her. She wasn’t sure she could lay claim to being female if her heart rate didn’t pick up speed or she didn’t go slightly damp when Dr. Dax Hayes walked into a room.
He left without a word for a year and a half. The reminder helped her to believe that instant response meant nothing nor changed a thing. Inhaling until she couldn’t hold any more air in her lungs, she nodded and managed a small smile of welcome.
“Dr. Hayes. It’s good to have you back again.”
Crap. Krista had been about to congratulate herself on managing a cool, but friendly greeting when he fisted those large hands on his lean hips and cocked his head. His bland, generic reply belied his intense regard that turned the butterflies of unwanted pleasure in her stomach to jitters of long neglected need.
“It’s nice to be back. How have you been, Krista?”
So proper and reserved from a man whose cock she’d had in her mouth. “Good. You?” she returned just as detached, her heart aching for the easy friendship they shared before both he and Kurt deserted her. She felt as lost and alone at this moment of stiff formality as she had at her husband’s funeral.
He stiffened and gazed at her for another silent moment, as if he too found this initial meeting disappointing. “Better, now that I’m stateside again. Let’s just say my tour reinforced how lucky we are as opposed to some parts of the world.” Dax stepped forward, his eyes softening as he said, “Krista, I…”
The resident and nurse entered, and he clamped his mouth shut, yanking his eyes off her with an abruptness that allowed Krista to release her pent-up breath.
“Why didn’t you stop?” Dax growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.
“I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone. “She should’ve spoken up louder.”
Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration damp body as she collapsed into his arms. Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again. Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her. Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.
Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again. His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else. He sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub. That job just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death. Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
You had no trouble submitting to Master Dax. That reminder got under Krista’s skin, and it didn’t help when she scanned the lot for her car and spotted Dax getting out of his. The quick, startling stab of jealousy as she imagined him inside with someone else caught her off guard. She’d never been plagued with that emotion before, why now? She stood rooted in place and watched him walk straight toward her with purpose etched on his dark face instead of surprise at seeing her there. Irritation bubbled over, eradicating her initial reaction. Wasn’t it bad enough she couldn’t even bring herself to accept another Dom’s invitation tonight without the memory of last weekend intruding? If he thought she’d turn around and join him in the club after the way he’d made it clear all week he wanted nothing to do with her, he had another think coming. She may still crave dominance and thrive on submitting, but she wouldn’t be a doormat for any man to trample on.
“Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Hayes,” Krista greeted him, proud of the way she could set aside the warm flush spreading through her body with his nearness well enough to keep her voice steady. She missed the easy rapport they shared before he left.
“I thought you realized how unsafe these clubs can be for a woman alone?” The rebuke, stated in his deep, firm voice made her square her shoulders and curse the compulsion to sink to her knees in apology for displeasing him. It was yet another sign she’d waited too long to get her act together.
“It was never a problem before, I mean, before I met Kurt,” she clarified so he’d know she’d played before her marriage. “Enjoy your evening, Doctor.”
“Cut the crap, Krista,” Dax snapped, his frustration evident in the way he tunneled those long fingers through his ink-black hair and his green eyes glittered with that undefinable emotion she didn’t understand.
“I’m not the one who asked for a different surgeon to assist, Dr. Hayes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get home.”
“Wait.” The hand he laid on her upper arm burned her skin, her automatic halt at his command heated her face and the ripple of longing going through her head left her deflated. It seemed she couldn’t win with him.
“Let’s talk. Are you familiar with Casey’s diner?”
The invitation took Krista by surprise and she sucked in a breath as hope dashed away the remnants of her annoyance with him. If he wanted to be just friends, she’d take it. It would be better than the cool indifference he’d shown her the past few days. “Anyone who’s been out past 2:00 am on a weekend night has been to Casey’s.” The all-night diner boasted the best pie on this side of Miami.
“Meet me there. Please.”
Since he was making an effort, so would she, Krista decided. What could it hurt? “Okay. See you there.” Stepping around him, she hastened to her car before common sense told her she was making a mistake and setting herself up to get hurt again. Since when did common sense have anything to do with her desires?
A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses. She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far. All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all. She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home. The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it. That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.
Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response. She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.
“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks. “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”
He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.
“Because this can’t end well for either of us. Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.
The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat. And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way. A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge. She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.
So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass. That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments. She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that. When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the
states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being
homebody. I worked for a while writing
articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself
peaking. My first book was strictly spanking
erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch
of suspense. My favorite genre to read