The Induction: Master of Subservience

Overjoyed that Bethany has been accepted into Madam Clairette's world of
doms and subs, Daniel must turn his submissive over to the very man who
broke him years before. Keegan is eager to pick up the gauntlet in his
capable hands, and take Bethany to the next level of submission. 

EXCERPT

Bethany still lay in bed, just as Daniel left her; a blonde angel in sleep. Granted, a naked one, but angelic nonetheless.



Her vivid blue eyes blinked open, as if sensing she was being watched.
Her full, dark pink lips tugged into a smile when she spotted Daniel.
But then she saw Keegan, and her eyes widened, sitting up faster than a
coiled spring.



The silk sheets fell from her full breasts, crowned with rosy nipples.
Side-swept bangs partially obscured her expression. Bethany stilled like
a deer caught in headlights.



"Get up, submissive. And greet your master properly," Keegan said in a low, husky voice, which was better than distilled sex.



After a second of hesitation, Bethany slowly moved to the edge of the
bed. Daniel winced. He would've allowed this impertinence, so Bethany
didn't know she did wrong. When Keegan smirked, Bethany cocked her head,
looking him right in the eye.



Daniel looked at the floor, and bit his lip. At that moment, he
understood exactly why Madam Clairette chose Keegan to break Bethany.
While she acted as a submissive, she still didn't get the extent of what
she should be doing, how she would react. But she would. He saw the
flash of that knowledge in Keegan's eyes.



"Kneel before me, sub. And be quick about it this time," Keegan barked.
The coiled muscles in his shoulders and back were defined through his
tank.



Bethany did as ordered, knowing well enough to stare at the floor as she
scrambled to her knees in front of him, her thighs parallel with his
calves.



"I can already see you lack in areas, but we'll fix that immediately."
Keegan crossed his arms, his thick-as-tree-trunk biceps bulging. His
long, tapered fingers tapped the elbow of his other arm. "Let's start
off with the basics. I speak, you listen. Only my words mean anything to
you now. That means when I give an order, you immediately obey without
question or complaint. You do not speak unless spoken to, and only if I
give you permission first. The answers will be as short as possible. If I
am displeased with how you handle yourself or disobey me, there will be
a punishment of my choosing."



"Like a spanking?" Bethany said with humor.



My brow cocked, waiting. Another mistake.



"Okay," Bethany replied.



Mistake number two. Daniel knew that had been a test. And her first punishment would be soon to follow.



"Did I ask you to speak?" Keegan said. A test. Would she answer him?
Bethany shut her mouth and kept it that way. He reached out, and ran his
fingers down her tousled hair. "Daniel, could you please get my
backpack I left in the hallway?"



"Of course." Daniel retrieved the package, handling the bag with care
when exchanging hands. He had only a vague idea what would be in the
bag. With Keegan, one could only be so sure about what tricks were to
come.



Keegan pulled out a collar with shiny spikes protruding from the collar
at regular intervals, reminiscent of something a Rottweiler would wear.
Also, a five-foot leash.



Without saying a word, he lifted Bethany's hair from her neck, coiling
the collar around her neck, and then attached the leash. With flashing
blue eyes, he straightened.



Bethany stared up at him with this "Now what?" clearly etched on her
face.