Free PrimeDefender by Ann Jacobs

Prologue
    Rebels’ Roost
    Five years ago
     
    She looked like an Amazon goddess, standing
in the dungeon wearing a skintight white rubber bodysuit and a scarlet corset
that cinched her waist almost enough for him to encircle it in his hands.
Standing at least six foot three in her platform stilettos, she was a picture
of sexual power—the ultimate Domme.
    He adored her, worshiped her voluptuous
body and the exotic face that perfectly reflected her mixed African-American
and Asian heritage. He respected her keen, analytical intelligence that matched
his own. He wanted the full-time, 24/7 dominance that would give him the
freedom to love her without fearing that he might hurt his woman the way his
father had abused his mother into an early grave. The dominance he’d been
missing since his family had fallen apart.
    In a few minutes he would give his goddess
his unquestioning obedience. In return she would control his every action, his
every thought. She would be his Mistress, now and forever in charge of his
sexuality, in control of the ego he soon would cede to her.
    The ultimate alpha football player in his
public life, he feared the total sexual submission he was about to embrace, yet
he craved it with every fiber of his being. A shudder went through his body as
he anticipated handing over the burden of self-direction and control he’d carried
for fifteen years now, since he was twelve years old and his beautiful,
nurturing mother had died at the hand of his abusive father.
    He peered out into the dungeon where a
chair and a small table had been placed among the restraints and torture devices
that gave them both such pleasure. His dick swelled against the thick, gold
barbell in his ampallang piercing when he saw her place a white sheepskin on
the floor in front of the chair before setting a flogger and an ornate box
decorated with what looked like Arabic script onto the white tablecloth. When
she bent and lit a ceremonial candle, the light bathed her stunning face in
burnished gold, lent a metallic sheen to the long, straight black hair she’d
left loose tonight because he’d asked her to.
    Ironic , he
thought. He got paid for hurting opponents on the field, but he was about to
give this woman the right to humiliate, even hurt him whenever she wished—to
punish him for her sexual pleasure. For his pleasure as well, he’d been
learning since they’d begun playing at Rebels’ Roost more than six months ago.
Both lawyers, although he was postponing his legal career while he played
professional football, they had laughed together about the probable illegality
of the contract they were about to enter into. But that hadn’t deterred them.
    This was the life of sexual slavery she
demanded that he embrace. A life of willing enslavement in the service of his
big, beautiful Domme, whose voluptuous body and striking combination of
features from her African-American father and Japanese mother made heads turn
every time they appeared together in public. Her engaging mind and a sense of
humor that stimulated his own had captured his soul in a way no one had ever
done before.
    He reached up and stroked his head, shaved
earlier today for the collaring ceremony—temporarily, his Domme had assured
him. Funny, being bald made him feel even more vulnerable than having his body
waxed smooth, which he’d been doing since their second play date. He was used
to coming here to the dungeon nude, other than the jewelry in his genital
piercings, and he’d grown accustomed to teammates teasing him about his smooth,
hairless body. When he considered his discomfort at his hairless scalp, he
guessed it bothered him because he hadn’t had his head shaved since his team
had done it before the state championships his senior year in high school.
Until today. The Jamaican braids he’d originally affected because it had helped
him blend with his African-American teammates in spite of his white skin were
now swept off the barber’s floor into the