She’s the perfect combination of princess and warrior.
And everything he never knew he wanted.
When Scott Nielsen decided to base his outdoors wilderness school at his friend Blake’s remote guest lodge, he didn’t count on falling for Blake’s sister.
Single mom Jackie runs the lodge as a successful business. She’s smart and independent. No way would she ever consider gifting Dominant Scott with her submission. Right?
Here’s a steamy little New Year’s snippet from WARRIOR MINE.
A few days after Christmas, Blake and Amy volunteered to keep an eye on Grant and Emma while Scott took Jackie to the city for New Year’s Eve, which also happened to be his birthday. Ready to let go of his apartment, it was the perfect time to retrieve the few things he had there worth keeping.
Odd as it seemed to him, given the fact that he was ending his lease, he was excited to show her the place he’d considered home for the past ten years. He planned on showing her some of his favorite haunts, too, even driving past the BDSM club on their way to the apartment.
“They’ll have a big masked ball for New Year’s Eve,” he’d commented, thinking of the parties he’d attended in years past.
Jackie had gazed thoughtfully at the building as they went by. As Scott knew, there was nothing to set the building apart from the other surrounding office buildings, no obvious outward sign of the nature of the space. The club operated discreetly, ensuring members their privacy.
Once they’d arrived at his apartment, Jackie was unusually quiet. He’d known she was debating something in her mind; once again, those wheels were turning. Certain that she’d open up to him when she was ready, he chose to leave her to her thoughts as they began to sort through what he’d pack and keep, and what he’d throw away.
Which hadn’t taken long, actually. They finished within a couple of hours. After the final boxes were loaded into the back of the red antique pick-up truck and secured beneath a heavy black tarp, Scott and Jackie headed back upstairs.
The sun, barely visible for the heavy grey clouds that promised more snow, was just beginning to set, and his growling stomach reminded him that their lunch stop in Hamilton had been hours ago. While Jackie slipped into the bathroom, Scott started thinking about where they might go for dinner.
But thoughts of dinner left him when Jackie emerged from the bathroom completely nude. Without a word, she walked to him, eyes downcast, and knelt at his feet.
Every D/s couple has their own protocols, he knew. Some Doms keep regular schedules, like clockwork, expecting the sub to perform certain tasks at certain times. A sub like Jackie, though, he liked to keep on her toes. He’d never established a specific routine, preferring to tell her what he wanted from her in the moment. She’d never initiated knee time before. So he was intrigued.
“Well, Princess, you have my complete attention.”
She kept her head down, hands resting palms up on her thighs, her nipples sharp points in the chill of the apartment.
He watched her for a moment, his erection straining against his jeans. “Speak, Princess. What’s on your mind?”
“Tomorrow is your birthday, Sire. I’d like to offer you a gift.” She kept her head down as she spoke, a fact that pleased Scott endlessly. Warrior that she was, when Jackie surrendered to him, it was thrilling.
Lightly, he stroked her dark silky hair. “It is my birthday tomorrow. And it’s New Year’s Eve. What gift are you offering?” He pictured his cock in her mouth and his erection grew.
She hesitated slightly. “I’d like to accompany you to the club tomorrow night. I’d like to submit to you in public.”
Scott blinked. It was not what he’d expected. He exhaled heavily, scrubbing a hand across his lips. “I love you so much, Princess.”
He squatted down, taking her hands in his. She looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes. He knew that, private person that Jackie was, going to the club wasn’t something she wanted to do. But she wanted to do it for him, to make him happy, to give a gift of herself.
“And I love your offer. You know, it’s always been a dream of mine to go to the club and play with my own submissive.”
He gazed at her solemnly. “But then I met you.” He shook his head. “Jackie, you changed everything.”
Standing, he held her hands and helped her stand. “I probably should have mentioned it before, but I canceled my club membership a couple of months ago. It just didn’t seem worth it.”
Her brow furrowed in a frown. “You canceled your membership? That’s just…” She looked up to him, tears in her deep blue eyes. “I thought I’d come up with the perfect idea for your birthday gift.”
She was so serious, he had to laugh. “Jackie, just the fact that you offered to go is a huge gift.” He quirked an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t turn down a blowjob, though.”
They never managed to leave the apartment for dinner that night. After Jackie took all of him in her mouth, he fucked her face until he shot his load down her throat. Then he bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her again, using his fingers to press against her clit until she cried out with pleasure.
Later, they had Chinese food delivered, which they ate sitting propped up in bed as they watched the lights of the city.
The following day, they slept late, enjoying the rare luxury of lounging in bed together without interruption. In the early evening, they ventured out to a restaurant within walking distance of the apartment. On a normal night, a table would be relatively easy to find, but since it was New Year’s Eve, Scott had phoned ahead for a reservation.
Dressed nicely for the occasion, they were shown to a table in the restaurant’s solarium, where they could watch the snow swirling in the light winter breeze. A candle flickered on the table as a sommelier poured a glass of Sauvignon blanc for each of them.
Jackie lifted her glass. “Happy Birthday, Sire,” she said softly.
His eyes twinkled in the candlelight. “Thank you. And Happy New Year.”
They sat watching the snow for a while. Occasionally, they chatted quietly about Scott’s upcoming sessions or the new baby. But for all the elegance of the restaurant and the beauty of the snow outside, the place seemed noisy to Scott.
Maybe it’s the fact that we live in such a remote place, we’re used to it being a lot quieter.
At a nearby table, someone dropped a fork on the tile floor, and the echo was jarring. When he looked across the table at Jackie, she smiled softly, and he knew she was thinking the same thing.
“It’s kind of loud in here,” she observed softly.
Suddenly, someone sneezed ferociously, and they both burst out laughing.
“Ah, Jackie, I’m so happy to be here with you tonight.” He squeezed her hand lovingly.
Following dinner, their server brought a slice of raspberry cheesecake with a candle.
“Happy Birthday,” Jackie smiled.
He frowned slightly. “How did they know it’s my birthday?”
“My King is not the only one who can pick up a phone,” she smirked proudly.
On their way back home, they picked up a chilled bottle of champagne. Back in the apartment, while Scott poured the wine, Jackie changed into the periwinkle silk gown she’d worn so many months before. While she now had several, it was Scott’s favorite.
He lit a few candles and spread a heavy quilt in front of the floor to ceiling window overlooking the city. Then he stripped naked and sat cross-legged in the center of the blanket. Champagne glasses resting on the floor, Jackie lowered herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around him. He gripped her ass, bare beneath the gown, and she leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.
She broke the kiss to lightly trace down his neck with her lips. “Happy Birthday, Sire,” she murmured against his skin. She leaned back a bit and shrugged her left shoulder. The strap of her gown slipped down her arm.
“Oh, that perfect breast.” Scott leaned forward to take her rose-tipped nipple in his mouth.
Jackie shrugged off the other strap and the gown settled around her waist as she leaned up to position herself over his rigid cock. Locking eyes with him, she slid down his length as he groaned with pleasure.
Hands on his shoulders for balance, she rode him, slowly at first, then increasing her tempo as both their moments neared. Just as they cried out in release, the first of the fireworks burst in silver and red sparkles over the city. “Happy New Year, Princess.”
WARRIOR MINE by Pandora Spocks
Pandora Spocks 