A reverent touch to a set of suede-covered cuffs, and Jillian Dosh unwittingly takes the first step into a world that she never knew existed. Busted while she’s making a stealthy visit to Three Divisions Lifestyle Emporium, Jillian can’t believe she’s face-to-face with her fantasy lover. Much more potent up front and personal, Leo Straton’s commanding presence intrigues and scares her at the same time. Can fantasy become reality?
Recognizing the voluptuous Jillian as the perfect submissive for him, Leo begins a journey to pull her into his world of D/s. She’s innocent, imaginative, strong-willed, and dangerous to his heart. She’s his butterfly—stuck in the chrysalis of the vanilla world and ready to spread her wings. Overcoming her initial hesitancy, Jillian begins to blossom under his tutelage. But an innocent deception may bring this new love to a crashing halt.
Three Divisions, Book 1 ignites the senses, fires up your libido, and makes you crave to be owned by this Dom.
About the Author:
Celeste was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and the proud. A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.
Her true love is writing erotic romance about men who know how to treat their women right. Celeste is also the author of the award winning FUELED BY LUST series. All currently released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at Bookstrand.com within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10 Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.
Celeste would also like to give a shout out to the scrumptiously delicious Dustin Sherer, the cover model for Book 1 of this new series. You can find him on Facebook at Dustin Sherer: Fitness Model and Athlete.
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Finally acquiring the strength to look away, Jillian realized that Leo wasn’t moving. He wasn’t posing, either. It was just a silent, motionless wait as he allowed her to absorb his presence, and she took full advantage. His head was slightly lowered, yet he was staring directly at her. The soft, recessed lighting circling the room cast highlights against the shoulder-length dark hair now slightly obscuring his handsome face. He was peeking out from behind a few sexy, mussed strands, making him even that more mysterious and alluring.
The faint light caused every muscle in his body to stand out in stark relief. Thick muscles capped the top of his broad shoulders while sculpted, strong arms hung calmly at his sides. His massive chest, sprinkled lightly with hair, rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Each breath showcased his perfectly delineated abdominals and the yummy muscles running along each hip and pointing invitingly to his groin. Large, defined thighs and calf muscles held up the delicious frame. Even his feet were beautiful. She sighed and glanced up when his rich, husky voice drifted to her ears.
“Your turn, Jillian. I need to see you.”
Despite the warnings screaming inside her head to call a halt to everything that was happening, her mother’s familiar words berating her existence, and the fear of the unknown punching madly on her ‘run’ button, Jillian kicked her sandals to the side. Life was too damn short. To miss an opportunity of being anywhere near this dynamic man would be criminal. She hated breaking the law.
Jillian reached down and gripped the sides of her dress. Slowly she lifted it over her head and let it pool on the floor next to her feet. She hadn’t planned to be in this situation tonight and suddenly wished she’d worn sexier undergarments. Despite the plain white bra and panties, she found his eyes riveted on her body, as if she was clad in something straight out a Victoria’s Secret catalog. The sight strengthened her resolve to remain and let him look his fill.
Leo’s command was quick, rumbling, and precise. “Off.”
She shivered as that strong, unwavering sound found only in her dreams finally hit her ears. This was it. The moment of truth. Everything would be bared to him. There was no more hiding. Keeping her eyes locked to his, Jillian unclipped the front clasp of the bra, drew the cups away from her heavy breasts, and let the material fall from her arms. Pushing the panties down, she tried to be as graceful as possible while her foot nudged them next to her dress. Glancing up, she saw that he was assessing everything.
Instantly, her nipples tightened and drew a soft gasp from her lips. Instinct kicked in and she reached up to cover her breasts, but caught herself before she succeeded. She lowered her arms and tried to keep from shaking out of her skin. His low, sultry voice sent additional tingles racing her spine.
“I see how hard you fight to keep from covering yourself, Jillian. That you’ve refrained without me having to tell you has pleased me immensely. I know that was difficult for you.”
Knees trembling, Jillian was unable to hold back her question. Swallowing hard, she gestured toward his groin. “You’re…you’re not hard. That makes me think that you don’t like what you see.”
Leo slowly shook his head. “No, baby. I like everything about you. Very much so. You’re stunning. More than I could have ever imagined.” He reached down, palmed his cock, and made two slow, steady strokes from the base to the tip. Opening his hand, it rolled out and rested against his thigh again. No different from before.
For a brief instant, she panicked and thought that he might be impotent. He quickly dispelled that theory.
“I have control, Jillian. That’s something you’ll expect me to maintain throughout our encounters. I’ll come to demand it of you as well.”
Chills traveled across her skin from imagining what this man was capable of doing. He was so masculine and assured. Jillian knew in no uncertain terms that she’d never have to experience embarrassing fumbles in the dark as he allowed the one-eyed blind snake to search for her opening unassisted, fighting for breath as he squashed her to the mattress while selfishly trying to get his nut, or falling asleep before he could completely roll off of her. No, that wasn’t going to be Leo Straton’s style, whatsoever. This was a fully-grown, virile, knee-wobbling, sex god standing within arm’s reach. Fuck. He’s going to consume me.