Gage Rutherford is the perfect embodiment of a Dom, his raw sensuality and blatant masculinity giving him an appeal that Emma Burke can’t ignore. Unable to resist his allure, she allows him to pull her into his world of hard-core BDSM, with emphasis on the S/M. At first, at Gage’s insistence, it’s just sex. Sadistic, kinky sex. Hot, passionate sex. Whenever and wherever he demands it—in her office, on the dining room table, at the Renaissance Fair, in his dungeon. Just sex. Because he has no use for love or romance. Devastated by his ex-wife’s betrayal, he’s sworn never to be vulnerable to any woman. Ever.
But he quickly realizes that Emma is not just any woman. So, what happens when exquisite physical passion tangles with long-suppressed emotions? What happens when “just sex” exposes all those hidden hungers and needs and soul-deep yearnings? What happens when Emma’s growing love for Gage smashes against his desperate need to deny his growing love for her?
Will they survive the destruction?
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 5 – NC-17
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to write a serialized novel. Mastering the Professor is the complete compilation of a seven-part serialized novel.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted to explore the BDSM lifestyle more deeply than I do in all my other books. Each of the seven books in the Mastering the Professor serial novel is one long, intense "scene" between Gage Rutherford, millionaire hotelier and Emma Burke, the Professor of the title.
Pulling her up to a sitting position, he held the glass to her mouth.
“Drink,” he ordered, holding the glass against her lips and tilting it as she drained the contents. He placed the empty glass on the desk, then lifted her up off it and carried her over to the brown leather sofa against the side wall. He sat in the center with her on his lap, leaning back against the soft cushions, pulling her down to lie against his chest.
As she curled up against him, he simply held her, stroking his hand up and down her arm.
For the last four days, ever since she’d seen him at the club last Friday night, he had commandeered her thoughts, as surely as he’d just commandeered her body. He was all she’d been thinking about. All she’d been dreaming about. She’d given herself more climaxes with her vibrator during that brief period than she had in the previous six months. Even eight months. Okay, five and a half years. Since Hank had died.
Just this morning, right before waking, she’d dreamed that she had woken in the bed next to him. Without saying a word, he’d ripped the blanket off her body and flipped her over onto her stomach. Rising to his knees behind her, his face intent, his powerful body rippling with muscles, he’d reached around her waist and pulled her hips up.
Bending over her back, he’d growled in her ear, “Spread your legs, princess. I’m going to fuck you now and you’re going to take it. Every inch of it. Because you’re mine. All mine. And don’t you ever forget it.”
Placing one hand on the scruff of her neck to hold her down, he’d moved his other hand to her ass, penetrating her with his thumb and moving it in and out. In the meantime, with one violent thrust, he’d impaled her on his cock and begun fucking her until they had both exploded in powerful climaxes that had rolled through them like the most violent of earthquakes.
She’d still been coming when she’d opened her eyes and realized mournfully that it had all been nothing but a dream. As fantasies went, that one had been the singularly most powerful sexual fantasy of her entire life.
Yet, even as powerful as that had been, it paled in comparison with his taking of her just now in her office. And it had definitely been a taking. A claiming. There had been nothing soft or romantic about his carnal possession of her body. She didn’t know what he had in mind for them in the future, but she did know that if he intended to keep her as his submissive, she was fully on board with that. She could think of nothing she wanted more.
Gradually she became aware that he was speaking. In a low, soft, soothing voice barely louder than a whisper. Words of praise and approval and appreciation.
“You were glorious, little one. So responsive, so obedient, so beautiful. Thank you for the gift of your submission. I can’t wait to get you in my dungeon. I could play with you all day. And I fully intend to do just that.” Gripping her shoulders, he lifted her to a sitting position, looking up at her, a possessive glint in his eye. “You are mine,” he said in a voice that made her belly clench and a fresh spate of moisture gush out into her slit. “All mine. And don’t you ever forget it.”
Astonishingly, his words were a verbatim echo of the words he’d spoken to her in her dream that very morning.
She smiled. “No, Sir, I won’t forget it. I’m yours.”
Sliding forward to the edge of the sofa, he lifted her off his lap and stood her up, his hands on her hips until he was sure she was steady on her feet.
“I regret to say that I must leave you now,” he said, sliding his hands over her skin, caressing her. “My class starts in ten minutes. I want you to go home and soak in a hot bubble bath. It will help ease any soreness you might be feeling.”
“Will we—are you—” She stammered, suddenly tongue-tied and acutely aware that she was still naked while he was fully dressed. Once again, she had to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to cover her pussy and her breasts. If his perusal of her body hadn’t been so frankly admiring, she might have done so. But he liked what he saw and it showed in his expression.
“If you have plans for tomorrow night, break them.” He stood, his body so close to hers she felt the heat radiating from him. “Be ready at seven. I’ll send a driver to pick you up.” Lifting her chin with his forefinger, he bent and placed a quick kiss to her lips. “In the meantime, you are not to masturbate and you are not to come. That will be the first question I ask you and, believe me, if you lie, I’ll know it and you will be severely punished.”
“Yes, Sir.” She bit her lip, her mind already racing ahead to her wardrobe. Since he hadn’t told her where he was taking her, she had no idea what to wear. Dressy? Casual? Not that she had a great deal of either, and certainly nothing suitable to wear on a date with Gage Rutherford, one of the wealthiest, most sophisticated men in the entire state.
“Don’t worry about what to wear,” he said, startling her out of her reverie.
What the fuck? How does he do that? Is he a mind-reader on top of everything else?
“I’ll have an appropriate outfit delivered to you tomorrow afternoon. I want you to wear everything that’s in the box, nothing else, am I clear?”
She gulped. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled and her heart plummeted. Holy fuck! To be on the receiving end of that smile gave her the most glorious feeling of euphoria. She realized that she wanted to see it more often, a lot more often. Especially when it was directed at her.
He touched her cheek. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Burke. Be prepared to be ravished.”
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