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  Her Promised Dom

  Dominant Men Book Three

  Isabella Kole

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  Isabella Kole

  Her Promised Dom

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-000-5

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  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  What’s Inside

  When they got to his room, he gently put her on the bed then reached for the handcuffs. He asked, "Okay with this?"

  When she nodded, he attached her wrist to the bed and started to undress her. Slowly, sensuously, he removed each article of clothing, tossing them to the floor, one by one, as he did so. When she lay before him, totally nude, he gazed at her with dark, desire-filled eyes.

  Cora was breathing heavily by this time as she wondered what his next move would be.

  Dale reached over and opened the drawer in the bedside table, producing a second set of cuffs. He attached one ankle to the foot of the bed, reached in for a third pair and did the same with the other. Only one hand remained free now. Cora blushed as she realized she was spread-eagle before him.

  He grinned at her then removed his own clothing before finally touching his lips to hers. His tongue scorched hers as she parted her lips and submitted to the invasion. The kiss that followed caused the heat to rise as he devoured her. Without a word, he moved down to her shoulder and bit lightly before he reached her right breast. He teased the protruding nipple with his tongue then sucked. The left one received equal treatment. By now, Cora was in agony, feeling the tight coil in her core that begged to be released.

  But Dale was nowhere near letting her enjoy that delight. Oh, no. He reached into the open drawer again, this time pulling out some odd-looking things that resembled clothespins.

  "What are those?" she asked, wondering when he had added all these things to the contents of the drawer. They certainly hadn't been in there when she was searching for paper and a pen.

  "You'll find out" was his only reply.

  And she did. He attached one of the strange looking items to each nipple. Cora moaned. "Ow!" she exclaimed as they pinched.

  "These are nipple clamps. Are you okay?"

  She nodded as the feeling started to subside a bit. She waited to see what else he was hiding in that ominous drawer.

  A silk scarf was the next item. He placed it over her eyes and tied it in the back. "Can you see anything?" he asked.

  She shook her head.

  "The proper response is either ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir,’" he told her.

  "No, Sir," she said. She could have kicked herself. That was something she should have known without being told.

  He smacked her right bottom cheek sharply.

  Cora winced behind the blindfold and cried out.

  "That's what happens when naughty little girls forget," he explained.

  By this time, Cora was finding this all very exciting, and she was anxiously waiting for him to get on with it. She needed to come, and in a big way!

  But Dale had other plans. He slowly began to use his tongue to tantalize and torment her even more as he moved over her entire body, starting back up the other side when he reached her toes. The sensations she was feeling were amplified by the restraints and blindfold, her other senses taking over.

  The next thing Cora felt was a feathery item brushing lightly across her skin. It moved across her belly and down her legs before it teased her pussy.

  Contents

  What’s Inside

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  It was late August in Fredericksburg, Texas, one of those balmy, sticky, late-summer evenings when clothes cling to the skin and Texans begin to wish for the cooler days of autumn. The year was 2007, and eighteen-year-old Cora Watson was spending the evening with her boyfriend of three years, Dale Barton.

  Cora, a cheerleader, had dated Dale, the captain of the school's football team, since her sophomore year. They were the golden couple, attending every school dance and party together. She was the prom queen, and he was her king, her prince charming on a white horse. He was her everything.

  They had become intimate that summer; he was her first, and she had been his.

  Cora was in love with Dale and wanted nothing more than to become his wife and make a life with him. Her parents, however, had other plans for her.

  "You are much too young to have those ideas in your head, Cora Beth," her mother had said many times over the last year.

  "That's right. There is a whole world out there outside of Fredericksburg, Cora," her father had added. "There are plenty of fish in the sea and plenty of time for you to hook the catch of the day."

  "You have to focus on your studies for now. You and Dale aren't even attending the same college. You'll never see each other, and there's no reason to tie yourself down to a long-distance relationship," her mother stressed as she exchanged glances with Cora's father.

  Now, sitting on a bench in the park near her home snuggling with the love of her life, Cora savored her last night with Dale. He would be leaving the next day to begin his freshman year studying in Waco, and Cora would leave a day later to pursue a journalism degree at Columbia College in Chicago. Her mother's sister lived there, and her parents had thought it a good idea for her to attend an out-of-state school to put some distance between the two young sweethearts. Cora had reluctantly agreed to go.

  She had hoped for a night of romance and promises, but the conversation had suddenly taken a turn that she was not pleased with.

  "I think your parents may be right, Cora Beth," he began. He'd always called her by her full name, for as long as she could remember. She hated it coming from anyone else. It always reminded her of the character on the TV show "The Waltons." She'd been named for both of her grandmothers, though, so she accepted the name, gritting her teeth when anyone other than Dale used it. "My parents are saying pretty much the same things to me."

  "About what?" she asked, looking at him questioningly as she ran her hand up the length of his thigh.

  "We're young, and we have our whole lives ahead of us. We should take a break from each other, at least for a while."

  She looked at him in disbelief. "What exactly are you trying to tell me, Dale?"

  "We have four years of college ahead of us, in different states. How are we going to see each other? We'll be thousands of miles away from each other. Neither of us needs to be tied down right now."
r />   "Are you breaking up with me?" she asked, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

  "Don't you think it makes sense?" He looked at her with a serious look on his face and gently removed her hand from his thigh. He lifted her hand to his lips and planted a tender kiss on her palm.

  "No, I don't. I will always find a way to be with you. We can email and call and get together on holidays," she argued vehemently.

  "Cora Beth, think about it. You'll be in Chicago, and I'll be in Waco. We may not even be home at the same times. Yes, we can still email and call, but what kind of life would either of us have if we have to be apart for all important school functions? We won't be able to attend any of those together. I think it's for the best that we stay in touch but agree to see other people."

  As tears welled up in her amethyst-gray eyes, she replied, "If that's the way you want it, then fine. Don't feel obligated to stay in touch."

  "Babe, don't talk like that." He leaned over to kiss her.

  She tried to pull away, but he pulled her to him. She gave in to the kiss, losing herself in it as she always did. When he released her, she said, "I love you, Dale, and I always will."

  "You think that now, but you don't know that once you get to Illinois you won't meet someone else."

  "I won't ever love anyone as much as I love you," she answered softly.

  "Then, let's make a promise."

  "What kind of promise?" she asked, looking at him warily.

  "In twelve years, when we both turn thirty, we'll find a way to reconnect." He caressed her cheek and went on, "If we are both unattached then, we'll find out if this is the real thing or not. And if it is, then I'll buy you the prettiest diamond engagement ring I can find and we'll get married, just like you want."

  "Twelve years?" She looked at him as if she thought he had lost his mind.

  "Yes, Cora Beth, that gives us plenty of time to finish school, establish our careers, and experiment with dating other people, maybe even see the world a little," he stated seriously.

  "Shall we shake on it?" she proposed sarcastically.

  "How about we kiss on it?" he asked as he took her in his strong arms again. Dale was a handsome boy, tall and well-built, the typical muscular football type. He had brown hair and brown eyes, the kind a girl could easily get lost in. He would have no problem finding dates at Baylor.

  Cora pushed her golden-blonde hair back from her face and tilted her face up to kiss him. "It's a deal; we've sealed our promise with a kiss," she uttered quietly.

  "I'd better get you home. I have some last-minute packing to do before tomorrow."

  "Will you call me next week?"

  "I will, babe, I promise to call just as soon as I'm settled."

  He stood up and extended a hand to help her up. Hand in hand, they walked to his car and he silently drove the few blocks to her house. When they arrived, he walked her to the door, kissed her soundly on the lips, and told her goodbye.

  As he walked off the porch and to his car, Cora watched. He's walking away, and I may never see him again. Some girl will snatch him up, and I'll be alone forever.

  Letting herself into the house, she told her parents and her younger sister Cassie goodnight and went straight to her bedroom. She spent the next hour looking through her scrapbooks and photo albums, remembering the good times she'd spent with Dale over the past three years. Then, turning off the light, she crawled between the cool sheets and cried herself to sleep.

  The next morning, she informed her parents that she and Dale had broken up and asked her mother to take her to the mall for a last-minute shopping trip.

  "Shopping therapy." Her mother had laughed. "It always works. Yes, honey, I'll be glad to take you shopping. We'll get you some new outfits to take to Chicago with you."

  Cora came home with four new outfits and went to her room to finish packing, still reeling from the breakup with Dale.

  The next day, her parents drove her to the airport, where she boarded a plane to Chicago. Her aunt and uncle were planning to pick her up at Midway International and take her to dinner and then to her dorm to get settled. Her mother and her aunt had planned every detail, and Cora had dutifully gone along with it. Now, she wondered if that had been a grave mistake.

  She was about to begin a whole new life, a life without Dale. She couldn't fathom it then, but she was to discover a whole new world over the course of the next twelve years.

  Chapter 1

  Cora sighed as she listened to her mother on the phone. When she could get a word in edgewise, she said calmly, "Mom, that's just not necessary. You have a lot on your plate right now. When my flight gets in to San Antonio from New York, I'll rent a car and drive to Fredericksburg. I'll be there in plenty of time for the visitation and the funeral. You don't need to take time out to drive to the airport to pick me up."

  "Are you sure, honey? Because I don't mind," her mother asked again.

  "I'm positive. Now, I really have to get off here and finish some work, or I'll have to bring it with me to finish there." She grimaced as she looked at the slush pile waiting for her on her desk. "Okay, Mom, I'll call you when I land and let you know I'm on my way. Give Daddy my love."

  It was January, and Cora's paternal grandmother had just passed away. She planned to fly home for the funeral and stick around for a few weeks to help her parents get her gram's house ready to sell. Her parents had devoted their time to caring for Gram since she'd taken ill a few years before, and now, Cora expected they would fulfill their dream of retiring in the San Antonio area to be near her sister, or, if not, she hoped they would take some time to travel, at least.

  Picking up the manuscript on top of the stack, she sighed and began to read. It was yet another romance. If only real life could be like the stories these people write about, she thought as she skimmed through the pages.

  She'd been the acquisitions editor for a fairly large publishing house in New York City for the past three years. After completing her master’s degree in journalism, she'd worked for a smaller publishing company in Chicago before landing her dream job. She had a wonderful loft apartment, many friends, and traveled considerably, both for work and for pleasure. She had come a long way since her cheerleader days in Fredericksburg. Still an attractive blonde, she wore her hair just slightly shorter now, in a stylish bob cut, and her clothes were from some of the best stores in New York. She had casual dinner or theatre dates now and again but had never had the time or the inclination to pursue a serious relationship—not since her high school romance with Dale Barton. He had been right, of course, about the breakup, even though she hadn't been able to see it at the time.

  She and Dale had stayed in touch for a few years, but eventually the calls and emails became less and less frequent, until one day they had simply ceased to exist. She knew he had obtained his law degree and had passed the bar. The last she knew, he was working for a law firm in the Austin area, having moved there after finishing law school at Baylor. She had no idea if he was still there, if he had married, if he had a family, or anything else about him.

  Her perky assistant Audrey walked in with a sandwich from the deli down the street. "I thought you might be hungry. I know you're trying to get through some of these manuscripts before you leave in the morning."

  "Thank you, Audrey. I doubt I'll get through more than this one I'm reading now, though. I'll take some to Texas with me, and Kayla will take the rest."

  "I'm sorry about your grandmother. I hope your visit goes well."

  "Gram was not a young woman, Audrey. And I expect the visit will be fine, once we get through the funeral."

  "I'll leave you, so you can finish reading. I'll see you when you get back from Texas, then." Audrey smiled as she turned to leave.

  "Thanks, Audrey," she replied as she unwrapped the corned beef sandwich and took a bite. She washed it down with a sip of coffee and returned to her reading. Every year, the publishing house ran a three-month open submission promo in order for new, un-age
nted authors to submit their works in the hopes of being published. Cora had discovered a few with real potential and actually looked forward to reading the submissions when the time rolled around.

  Reading until well past closing time, she packed her briefcase with the work she was taking with her, put the others in a stack for one of the other editors, Kayla, and put her laptop in its bag before locking her office and heading to her car. She had driven rather than taking the subway that morning, and now she wondered if that had been a wise decision, as tired as she was. She planned to finish the manuscript before the night was over. She'd already decided to offer a contract for it but wanted to finish the story, anxious to see how it ended.

  When she reached her apartment, she decided to soak in a hot bath with a glass of wine before packing and reading.

  As she sank into the warm, lavender-scented bubbles, she allowed herself to unwind for the first time that day. Taking a sip of the sweet red wine, she laid her head back and closed her tired eyes. I'm going home, she thought, and sighed. It's been a while; I wonder if I'll get to see any of the old gang, besides Tori. Tori White had been her best friend growing up in Texas, and she'd emailed her to let her know she'd be in town. Tori had replied, telling her she would be at the funeral and she hoped they could spend some time together.

  Finishing her bath, she warmed up leftover Chinese takeout from the night before, and after donning her favorite pink satin nightshirt, she crawled under the covers with the manuscript and almond chicken. She got up once to take her dishes to the kitchen and throw some things in a suitcase before finishing the story.