Sex Slave I: Submission
To Jimmy, it had been nothing more than a challenge-break the bank’s cutting edge computer security just to prove he could. To his mother, Stephanie, it was Armageddon. Fortunately for her, the Thornes-Gavin, Bret, Jared, Jessie, and Luke-weren’t interested in advertising the fact that a kid had breached their security. They were ruthlessly determined to collect their pound of flesh, however-hers.
Length: Full Novel
Word Count: 85,834
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Rating: Erotica. Contains light bondage, explicit sex and graphic language.
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, December 2008
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Luke glared at his computer and finally lifted his head to study the narrow, two story house across the street. It was her address alright and the damned tracker led straight to it.
He muttered a curse under his breath.
Her image rose in his mind. He didn’t know why it had taken him so long to notice her unless it was because she didn’t look like much more than breath and britches at a glance. She wasn’t much over five feet tall despite the ridiculously high heels she wore every day-trying to make herself look taller, no doubt-along with the thick, dark hair she piled on top of her head. He’d caught a flash of red in it in the sunlight, but usually it just looked deep and dark and as deceptive as her face.
She wasn’t flashy, that was for certain.
She wasn’t even beautiful, certainly not in the classic sense, although there was a touch of the exotic about her because her eyes tilted upward faintly at the outer corners. Her narrow little nose ended with just the hint of an upward turn that, along with her heart shaped face and her diminutive size, gave her the look of a pixy. Her mouth was narrow, her lips modest rather than either full or thin, but the shortness of her upper lip gave them a bow shape that was damned appealing. Even the little knob of a chin she had tilted upward, forming a chin that somehow looked stubborn and vulnerable at the same time.
And yet the first time he’d locked gazes with her ….
She had the eyes of a fawn. He wasn’t poetic by any stretch of the imagination but that was the first thing that had popped into his head. They were huge for her small face, and he didn’t doubt that was part of what had spawned the notion, but mostly it was the look in her eyes.
Vulnerability-gentleness-defenselessness. It was the kind of look that made a man fall all over himself to rush to her rescue.
As if she needed rescuing, he thought derisively! The vixen!
He should’ve known no woman with a body like that could possibly be as innocent, or as helpless, as she looked.
Oddly enough, it had taken him a while even to notice her figure-really odd because generally when a woman had that effect on him he immediately checked out the rest of the package-or he checked out the package before he checked the face. Then again, he usually saw her behind the counter, virtually hidden except for her head and shoulders since she was short even with heels.
Beyond that, it seemed to him that she went out of her way to downplay her figure in the way she dressed. She always had the look of someone struggling against their nature to appear neat. Whenever he saw her, her blouse was tucked unevenly, there were ink stains on her hands or clothes, and there was usually a stray hair falling from her bun-not artistically and deliberately, but random chaos.
Despite tucking her blouse to appear neat, she always wore blouses that looked a little too big for her and ditto the slacks-too loose to tell much about what lay beneath which was what made him suspect it was a deliberate attempt to hide her assets.
He’d studied her hard enough, though, he had a damned good idea what she was hiding-a damned fine pair of breasts that were larger than average and still firm, an unbelievably tiny waist, and a heart shaped ass that made his cock twitch with interest every time he got a look at it.
He just didn’t know why she seemed to go out of the way to look ordinary, to fade into the background, when she was anything but ordinary.
Or he hadn’t before today.
Now, he was afraid he knew.
Reluctance tightened in his belly, but he knew what he had to do. All roads led here.