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  Copyright© 2015 Tamsin Baker

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-357-2

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Katelyn Uplinger

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  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 all the beautiful ladies at MRWG.

  HER ONE AND ONLY DOM

  Tamsin Baker

  Copyright © 2015

  Prologue

  Six Months Before

  Simone swayed and reached out to grip a nearby chair. She had made it. She had graduated university and she was now at her graduation ball. The object of her obsession sat only a few short steps away and, if she could concentrate long enough to talk to him, then she would finally be able to propose more than a chat.

  The white wine she had spent the night drinking almost made her forget who she was, but it did nothing to diminish her feelings for one of her professors.

  Patrick Smythe, the man who made her heart stutter almost to a complete stop every time he looked at her with those cool blue eyes. She’d met him on the first day of her third year, standing up in the front of a lecture theater teaching microbiology. The tone of his voice had made her belly clench and when he smiled at her, she felt special. No one else had ever done that for her before.

  She took a deep breath and steadied herself. This was it. Up to the eyeballs in Dutch courage and she was going for it.

  She took a step forward and fell to the right, grabbing hold of another reception chair and then another. One hand at a time, she pulled her way toward her perfect professor, licking her suddenly dry lips and wobbling on her too-high heels.

  He turned suddenly and she gasped, his eyes pinning her in place. Her knees gave out and she fell into the chair next to him, bumping her shoulder into his side. Her head was spinning and a giggle rose in her throat.

  “Whoa Simone, you okay?”

  She cleared her throat and straightened up in her chair. A much harder feat than she had originally guessed, but looking lady like while this tipsy was quite hard. “Yeah, of course, Professor. Just had a little ... too much wine ...”

  Professor Smythe turned his body around so that he could look straight at her and Simone’s cheeks flushed with heat. Her arms and legs didn’t feel attached to her body, and she didn’t know where her hands were. Why was that?

  “You can drop the professor title. Patrick is fine, Simone. You’re graduated now.”

  “Patrick ...” Simone rolled the name around with her tongue, loving the feeling of being able to say it out loud, to the man himself. She giggled again, swaying on her seat in time with the music.

  At home, in her dreams, and occasionally out loud while living out one of her fantasies, she had said his name plenty of times. But getting permission from him was another feeling entirely. Her belly clenched tight as she took a quick breath and forged forward with her plan.

  “Thank you for the last few years, Patrick. You’ve been a great teacher.”

  Patrick smiled kindly at her, his blue eyes looking wary, even to her drunken ones.

  “You’re welcome. I’ve really enjoyed our little chats.”

  Simone’s lips pulled up high as she suppressed the hiccup that rose by putting a hand on her sternum. Those few minutes before class, in the café or during an exam when she could look at him without fear were moments of pure bliss. “Well, we can keep chatting, can’t we? I mean, now that you’re not my lecturer, we could go out for dinner ... or somethin’.”

  She was slurring and bit her bottom lip hard. Concentrate! This is important.

  Patrick’s full lips pulled into a thin line as his forehead creased into a frown. Why did he do that? He looked much older now.

  “You shouldn’t do that Patrick. You’ve got wrinkles now.” She lifted her hand and smoothed his forehead line with her thumb, leaning forward until she was so close she could see the flecks of silver in his blue eyes.

  She bit her lip and stared at him. He was so beautiful.

  “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Patrick grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down as he slid back in his chair, making space between them again.

  No, please don’t pull away.

  Patrick let go of her wrist so she slid her hand over onto Patrick’s rock hard thigh. It was warm, and thick with muscle beneath her palm. Heat curled low in her belly and her breath hitched in her throat. She wanted this man so much.

  “Why not Patrick? If you aren’t my teacher anymore.”

  “I don’t have relationships with students. And to be honest, Simone, you’re too innocent for me.”

  Her chest tightened, hot tears burning at the back of her eyes. She blinked rapidly. “But that’s not fair, Patrick. Please, give me a chance to show you that I can be more than you think.”

  She squeezed his leg, her finger tips pulsing with heat. She had no idea what she was doing and she didn’t care.

  “Or, you could just take me home with you ... I want you to.”

  A part of Simone’s brain registered the fact that she was being too aggressive , but her body stayed where it was, and her need to kiss this man overwhelmed her. She slid onto the edge of her stool and pursed her lips. If only he would just lean forward a bit ...

  Strong fingers gripped her hand and removed it from his thigh. Simone’s eyes opened wider, a cold shivering down her spine. She sat back and waited, a fuzzy glow surrounding her perfect man.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Simone, but I can’t. I won’t. Sorry.”

  Her ribs squeezed tight and nausea rolled in her belly. She glanced away to hide the tears that gathered in her eyes and swallowed the heavy lump in her throat.

  Patrick, her brilliant, hot professor, stood up and moved away. Simone didn’t care where or to whom. She choked back a sob and pushed herself to her unsteady feet, her ankle rolling on her heels. She clenched her teeth as pain spread through her heart and her head began to throb. She needed to get home. Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost had obviously never been rejected to their face.

  Chapter One

  Simone’s best friend of more than ten years had promised her a surprise, but this was the last thing that she had been expecting.

  “What the hell are we doing here, Nic?” Simone shook with trepidation as she followed her best friend through a heavy steel door, and into the inner sanction of a BDSM club.

  The foyer was immaculate. Shining white tiled floors, pale blue walls, and a white ceiling. Completely at odds with the young woman wearing a leather collar and several facial piercings who sat behind the reception desk.

  “Membership card please.”

  Nicola turned around with a smug smile as she handed the woman a card, then pointed to some paperwork on the desk beside her.

  “Read this and sign here.”

  Simone glanced down at the piece of paper that pretty much said that what she saw at the club she wasn’t allowed to disclose to anyone. There were some other rules that didn’t make a lot of sense, stuff about blood and laws of consent. Others were just common sense, like not interrupting someone when they were in the middle of a session. Why would anyone do that?

  She signed her name and dotted the I with a heart. That was easy enough, but what else would she need
to do once she was inside? She presented her license to the attendant in black, her heart racing in her chest.

  The tattooed woman made a few notes and handed it back to her.

  “Enjoy your night.”

  Butterflies the size of elephants took wing inside Simone’s belly. Was she really going to do this? As she took her license back and automatically put it away, she realized she was. Smiling gamely at the woman, she followed Nicola through the red door to the right of the desk and proceeded down the steps.

  It was getting warmer and darker the deeper she went, until she was cocooned by a dimly lit hallway. With its black walls and ceiling, and intense warmth, it felt like an intimate hug, squeezing her tight so that she couldn’t breathe.

  Calm, stay calm.

  “Nic, are you seriously a member here?” Simone asked her friend as she trailed behind.

  Nothing would shock her about Nicola. She had always been adventurous and confident when it came to men and sex, yet this wasn’t something Simone had seen coming.

  Nicola stopped outside one of the blood red doors and eyed her. Simone couldn’t stop the tightening of her belly as she realized they might actually be going in to one of the rooms.

  “Yes I am, but that’s another story. There’s a specific reason I brought you here tonight. Do you remember Professor Drop Dead Gorgeous?’

  Simone went still, did she remember him? How could she not?

  “Patrick?”

  Nic gave her a devilish smile that made Simone clench her teeth. Cocky woman!

  “Yes. Patrick.”

  Simone’s cheeks heated at Nicola’s mocking tone. Professor Smythe had been the biggest crush of Simone’s life, and also the hardest to get over. She still preferred him to every other man she had ever met.

  Last year she had graduated from university and had thought her infatuation with Patrick would pass quickly. It had been over six months and she still thought about him every time she put her hand between her legs at night. His intense eyes and beautiful mouth, the object of her fantasy. Why was Nicola bringing him up now?

  “What about him?”

  Nicola smiled again and folded her arms across her abundant chest. “Tell me again why you never tried anything with him.”

  A leather clad woman walked past them with a man on a leash and Simone’s mouth gaped open. She tried to speak and just couldn’t. She was both horrified and aroused. Heat pooled between her legs as she watched them walk away. She wanted to be cherished by someone like that. Her eyes slid up and down the people in front of her, her jaw clenching as she rejected the idea of being restricted in such a way.

  The woman slid her hand over the man’s hair and tilted his face up to look at him, bending down to drop a kiss on his lips. Her eyebrows rose at the tender gesture. So maybe she didn’t want a leash and a collar, but to be loved and trusted like that would be a wonderful thing.

  What was the question again? Oh yeah. “Because he didn’t want me.”

  Nicola snorted inelegantly as she leaned against the black wall. “You don’t know that.”

  Simone narrowed her eyes at her best friend. How would Nicola know? They’d never really talked about it.

  “I do. He told me I was too innocent for someone like him. He obviously thought a virgin soon-to-be ex-student was too pitiful.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes and she swallowed down the lump that had risen in her throat. When she had approached Professor Patrick Smythe at her graduation, half-intoxicated with champagne, he had turned her down flat. She had dismissed it at the time, but later she had been horrified. His rejection had sent her diving under the covers with a box of chocolates for a week.

  Nicola stepped closer and slipped her warm, soft hand into Simone’s. It was reassuring and kind, reminding Simone how much she missed her friend. Between full-time work, paying bills, family commitments and keeping house, she didn’t make time to just hang out with her friends anymore. Growing up sucked sometimes.

  Rhythmic tribal music was playing softly in the background and Simone found herself focusing on it as Nicola tightened her hold on her hand.

  “That wasn’t the reason at all. Come with me.”

  Simone’s head came up with a start and she yelped as Nicola dragged her down the hall. Where were they going now? People were everywhere, milling around a large common area with a bar and lounges. Some were standing, others were kneeling. Just about everyone was wearing leather and had piercings of some sort. One woman had what looked a type of corset on her back. The rings were piercing her skin and a black ribbon ran through them like an old fashioned corset would. It looked beautiful, though painful.

  There were more red doors off the room and screams of pleasure and pain echoed throughout the club over the music. Simone flushed again and dropped her eyes. She may as well have painted “first timer” on her forehead. Ever since she had read Fifty Shades of Grey, she had been intrigued by the lifestyle, but that didn’t mean she was ready to experience it. When she had mentioned it to Nic in the course of conversation, her friend had promised to take her to a BDSM club she knew of. Never in her wildest dreams did Simone think Nic would actually do it.

  Her breath caught in her throat, making her gasp. What was she doing here?

  “Come on sweetie,” Nicola urged. “I really need to show you something.”

  Simone tugged down the black top she had worn over black pants. Nicola had told her not to display her boobs or her knees, and to wear all black. She was there to blend into the walls, as though Simone needed to be told that. Blending in to the background was her way of life.

  “Where are we going?”

  Nicola grabbed her hand and tugged. “A man’s doing a scene that you just have to see.”

  Simone frowned, perverse excitement and downright terror fighting each other for supremacy in her head. Her heart rate had almost doubled and a fine sheen of sweat covered her face and the back of her neck. Fear of the unknown may have won out if it weren’t for the reassuring press of her best friend’s hand in hers.

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  Nicola stepped over to one of the red doors and opened it. At once a wave of heat hit Simone’s face, reminding her of an intense summer’s day. The room was darker than the foyer and she blinked a few times, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim light.

  When she could finally see well enough, she looked up to see why Nicola had been so insistent that they come into this particular room. Heat flooded her entire body, followed by a cold flush as a gasp escaped her. The man, who was the main focus of the room, was Patrick. Her ex-professor wore tight leather pants that clung to him in an almost indecent way. He was shirtless and had what looked like a flogger in his hand. He looked in control, powerful and magnificent.

  He was with a young male who was tied to a cross and crying out his pleasure.

  Simone stood immobile, shocked. Nicola stepped close and whispered into her. “This is why he didn’t take you up on your offer. He didn’t think you could handle this.”

  Simone fell back against the wall, her knees threatening to give out as the scene in front of her was memorized by her horrified brain. She was watching her university lecturer, who was almost twice her age, clad in leather, his bulging muscles flexing as he flicked the flogger over and over onto the male tied up in front of him. The target was mostly his ass and thighs and the skin was visibly red even from where she stood.

  “This is called a scene. Patrick is the Dom and the man with him, Alex, is the Sub.”

  Simone nodded but couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in front of her. Her response to him had always been visceral and completely out of her control. The familiar belly curl was back as she watched Patrick. He was spectacular.

  If anyone had told her that she would have enjoyed watching such a thing, she would have laughed at them. But she was. Her pussy was throbbing, aching for her touch. The only touch it knew.

  Simone was a virgin by choice, not from necessity. She had g
otten close a few times and knew enough to be confident around most men. But she had yet to find a man worthy of her body. She knew how to come, had made herself do so many times before, but never had the need been so great than at this moment.

  The submissive man screamed “Yellow,” and Patrick changed his stance.

  “Yellow means slow down. Red means stop immediately. In this world, the Sub has all the power because the Dom must follow the Sub’s rules, not the other way around.” Simone’s education continued as Nicola continued to whisper to her.

  Patrick slowed down his arm motions and moved the flogger up to the man’s shoulders and upper back. He slowed down the strength and speed of his strikes until he was barely moving his arm, using the flogger to caress the man instead. Then he walked up to his partner and soothed him with his hand before untying him and wrapping a towel around his shoulders.

  Simone watched in awe, unable to look away as most of the people walked out of the room.

  Patrick was focusing on his Sub, but he looked up and caught her eye.

  His shoulders went rigid and his whole body seemed to tense, yet he didn’t move toward her.

  He stayed with the other man and talked to him, stroked him. It was rather beautiful to see the care. He picked up a towel and wiped his hands and face, slipping a loose white shirt on over his body. He looked toward her again and gave her a small smile of recognition, before he sat down in a nearby chair and began touching the male Sub again.

  Simone’s belly flipped and her legs propelled her out of the room before she consciously decided she wanted to leave.

  “Oh ... my ... fucking. .. God!”

  She fell against the wall just outside the room. Nicola appeared in front of her. Her eyes wide and her face shocked.

  “What are you doing? Get back in there and wait for him to finish!”