Dominance Program

Dominanace Program
Ellora's Cave
Release date: April 27, 2011
ISBN: 9781419928475
Genre: Futuristic BDSM, fem-dom
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Excerpt

Blurb: Lieutenant Kevin McQuade isn't looking for love when he visits a house of pleasure while his space freighter is down planet to exchange cargos. He just wants a chance to indulge his submissive sexual fantasies. But in Gilya SaValejo, he finds not just an exquisite dominatrix, but a woman he admires and connects with on levels other than sexual. Even when he admits to her the dark secret that drives most people to get as far from him as possible, Gilya copes with it.  But she has a secret too--one that might just drive him away when he learns about it.

Chapter One

Gilya fell in love at first sight when the man walked through her door. Of course, that was nothing new. On good days she fell in love half a dozen times before bedtime. But this one was different. She didn’t think she’d find him as easy to forget as most of them.

Nothing she read in the logs prepared her for this particular client. He was human, male, young—mid-twenties, probably, about the same age she was—slender, tall, blond and handsome. She sucked in a sharp breath as he entered the room. Behind the neuro-programming, which was starting to kick in and take over her emotions, the thought formed. What was he doing here? No one as beautiful as that needed to pay for what she was selling. Even if what he wanted was a bit out of the ordinary, people with those kind of looks always found someone willing to oblige.

She ran suddenly damp fingers over the leather bodysuit she wore. It was real Earth-cow leather, trimmed with patches of Regullian Paitisla fur. The control patch, no thicker than a tissue, sat flush against her skin and didn’t show under the bodysuit. The tabs fit into special microshunt slots in her sides. Gilya patted it, grateful for the programming that was rapidly replacing her apprehension with the emotions she needed specifically for this encounter.

From the log she knew that he was Lieutenant Kevin McQuade, off the space cargo-cruiser FedSTS Robinson, and she knew what he wanted from her.

She approached him, mincing a bit in the spike-heeled, over-the-knee boots, and surveyed him from head to foot—along the considerable distance in between—with as haughty a look as she could muster.

A tide of pink color rushed up his fair skin, all the way to the pale hair, but he didn’t say anything.

“On your knees,” she ordered.

He dropped to his knees. And looked up at her with wide green eyes.

She had to restrain herself from taking a step back as a surge of fear broke through the cold arrogance dictated by the programming. He was too beautiful, too appealing. He shouldn’t be here. Something had to be drastically out of line.

The fear didn’t last long, drowned by a surge of love and anger, fueled by the neuropeptides pouring into those centers of her brain. “You have a failing to confess?” she demanded.

He looked down and nodded. “I… I killed a couple of people.”

That shook her all over again. “How?”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly my fault. But it was my responsibility to prevent it. And I failed.”

“Explain.”

“You probably know I’m part of the crew of the Robinson.”

Gilya glanced at the insignia on his suit and nodded. Whenever one of the big ships was in port, it meant extra business. But not anyone like him.

“I’m…” He looked up at her again, letting her see the apprehension in his eyes. She got the impression he was opening himself up, to reveal a number of things he preferred to keep private.

“I’m a telepath,” he said.

She had to fight her immediate recoil. It explained why he was here. Few people would let a telepath get within shouting distance of them. The loss, even the potential loss, of the most intimate privacy of thought scared most folks right out of rational behavior. Including her, generally, but the programming would get her over it. He likely didn’t know about that. The house didn’t publicize the means, only the results. They’d gained a reputation for providing exactly what each client needed, no matter the circumstances. How it was done was a carefully guarded trade secret. That guarantee had likely brought him to the House of Miriades, and his particular desires had pointed him to her apartment. She had to make sure he didn’t accidentally find out about the programming.

“You won’t use that power here,” she ordered.

“I won’t.” He looked up to see if she believed him.

“I’ll feel it if you start poking around in my head.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Are you contradicting me?”

He looked down at the floor again. “No, Ma’am.” Backing down without taking back a word.

“I want your promise you won’t use your power in here.”

“You have it,” he said.

She chose to believe him. “The rest of the story,” she prompted.

“I’m Assistant Head of Security on the Robinson,” he said, voice low, staring at the floor. “I’m supposed to monitor the emotional state of the crew at all times, to warn the command staff about conflicts or tensions, and to keep them from developing into real problems. The thing is, I knew that there was something happening between Kinley and Swarg, and I tried to stay on top of it, keep things from breaking down. But it wore me out. They were both so furious and unrelenting. All the time. On one of my shifts, I kind of dozed off. And, naturally, all hell broke out right then. By the time I was aware of it, the fight had degenerated into a riot. By the time they broke it up and got everyone under control, two people had…had died.”

“And you were responsible,” she added.

He nodded and waited for her.

“Which is why you’re here. Stand up,” she ordered.

He got to his feet in one neat, lithe motion.

“Strip.”

He gave her an apprehensive look. The color flowed back up along his well-defined cheekbones as he pulled apart the fastenings of the uniform jumpsuit. The programming didn’t forbid her watching or enjoying the process as he shook the top off his shoulders and down his arms. He shuddered when he pushed the suit down his hips and stepped out of it, leaving him totally nude. Habit caused him to fold it neatly and put it on a table. She took a few moments to study him. His body was as beautiful as his face, with long, graceful bones and smooth skin. Gilya mused briefly on the irony of fate that gave him such an appealing exterior, combining it with a power that would make him a virtual pariah. Even his cock was nicely shaped, long and thick, quivering along with the rest of him. Lieutenant McQuade appeared to be both anticipating and dreading what was to come.

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