Book Excerpt for The Dominant Married Man

Dominant Married Man -- Extract

Nadine Leilani

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Dominant Married Man

"The minute we step out of this elevator, all you have to do is obey the commands I give you. Don't act or think on your own. Just lose yourself in doing as I say. Is that clear?"

Lizzie wanted to shout out, Hell No. But -- strangely -- having nothing to do but follow instructions was oddly exciting. It lifted a giant weight off of her shoulders. She didn't have to be creative, to try and bend over backwards to impress him or show off. All she had to do was obey. That seemed simple enough.

"Is that clear?" Carson asked again.

"Yes."

The bell dinged in a subdued, quiet way.

"Walk out, then turn left and continue walking until you reached Room 3016, then stop."

Simple enough. In front of Room 3016, Lizzie stopped.

"Good," Carson said. "Just keep doing what I say."

He pulled the flat plastic key card out of his suit pocket, slid it into the lock, then pushed the door. open. He entered first, and held the door for her.

However, his tone was not so polite. "Come in and walk to the side of the bed. Take your shoes off, then kneel by the bed, hands behind your back."

He slammed the door behind her. "You will not speak unless I give permission. When you do, you will address me as 'Sir'. If things become too much, just say 'fireworks' and we stop. Is that clear?"

"Um, yes...y-yes Sir." Lizzie slipped out of her shoes, putting them neatly in a corner before kneeling down on the carpet by the huge queen-sized bed. They were in a luxury suite that probably cost more for one night than her apartment for an entire month.

As she watched him move across the room, her heart beat triple time.

He drew the curtains closed before sitting at the foot of the bed. Carson ran his fingers through her hair, soothing and petting her. She leaned too far into the touch, however, and the dragon cuff left a vicious scratch on the side of his finger.

"Dammit! Here, hand that to me and I'll put it away."

"No!" Lizzie cried. "Sorry, I just don't ever take it off."

"Did you forget the rules already?" He spoke quietly, but something in his tone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"No, Sir...but I just can't-"

"Can't or won't, Liz?" Carson's grip in her hair tightened. "You said you would follow instructions. That doesn't mean the ones convenient to you. Take off the earring."

Part of her wanted to find out where this was going. Stop being such a blithering idiot, she told herself. Just take off the earring for goodness sakes. Quit messing up a good thing.

Still, Lizzie looked up at him with a trembling jaw, swallowed against the lump in her throat, and shook her head mutely. The tension in the room spiked up to an almost unbearable level before Carson's expression shifted back to that razor-sharp smile.

"I see. Testing me, huh?" He pulled his hand up, bringing Lizzie to her feet with only the threat of yanking her hair. He used his lead to bend her over his lap, flipping up the back of her dress and running an appreciative finger down the length of her thong. "You're about to find out what happens to bad girls who don't listen."

The End