Marco was one of those characters where the moment he appeared on the scene, he demanded his own story. Seriously. All I needed a big city police contact for Dhavin and Brett to have to work with when Fiona was kidnapped in Hero Unmasked. The moment Marco opened the door and smiled, I knew I needed to know more about this man. He went from ally to antagonist in Hero Rising where he also met his heroine, although he didn't know it at the time. :)
Welcome to the Cavern where all who enter get exactly what they need.
Only at The Cavern
Book 6 in the Heroes of Saturn series
Ever since police Captain Marco DeWinter discovered Dr. Jasmine Jovanovich’s secret life as a dominatrix, he has wanted to be on the receiving end of a set of handcuffs and feel the bite of her stiletto in his back as she makes him worship at her feet.
Jasmine agrees to be his guide into the darker pleasures and is delighted when he dives in with the same enthusiasm as he does his police work. That is until he makes her question her “only at The Cavern” policy, and wants to blur the lines between her professional and personal life. When Jasmine is caught in the fallout of one of his cases, Marco must convince her that not only can she trust him to keep her body safe, but her heart as well.
Excerpt
Abby set a thick manila envelope on the table. “This was on the porch when I arrived.”
He righted the envelope to see his name and address scrawled in an elegant script across the front. In the corner was an address. No name, only a return address that he recognized.
The Cavern.
Immediately his dick began to harden and he jumped from his seat to race out of the room towards his office. “Be right back,” he mumbled.
His hands shook as he practically mauled the fastener and withdrew a black folder. Purple feathers framed his name, which was written in gold ink in the same script as the envelope. Inside were what looked like legal documents, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the two names on top. Marco DeWinter and Mistress Jasmina.
“Hot damn,” he groaned and fell into his chair behind his desk.
In the left pocket was a typewritten letter on heavy cream-colored stock. The purple feather image was stamped on the top in metallic ink. The paper fluttered as he withdrew it from the pocket and held it up to the light.
My dearest Captain,
You have been invited to join me in my dungeon at The Cavern to begin your introduction into the bondage, domination, sadist, masochist lifestyle in which you recently expressed an interest. Under my tutelage you will receive the proper instruction and guidance on how to behave as a submissive and the skills to please your Mistress. All of our interactions will be conducted with safety and respect as the utmost priorities.
In this folder you will find the contract outlining the exact details of our arrangement. Read this document in its entirety and answer all questions honestly. Any false answers or hedging
could lead to serious complications or dangerous situations, and could be grounds for immediate termination of the agreement.
The journey to accepting one’s submissive nature is difficult and mentally taxing. You will experience highs and lows you have never imagined. This lifestyle is not for everyone, and I will understand if you decide not to accept my invitation. You will learn that in all things, you always have a choice.
Please text me your response to the number listed below. If you wish to continue, bring the completed contract to the bar at Tutala, Thursday evening at 8pm to discuss your answers and solidify our arrangement. If your work schedule does not allow for this time, please let me know of an alternative.
I look forward to your reply.
Mistress Jasmina’s signature was scrawled across the bottom in purple ink along with a phone number.
“Wow.” Marco blew out a breath and wiped his hand over the back of his neck. “Wow.”
This chick was serious. If he hadn’t seen her in action the night before, he might have thought she was acting way over the top with this entire dominatrix persona. If anything, this letter coupled with the sight of her cracking that whip confirmed she was one hundred percent committed to her role. One miscalculation on her part and that sub could have been castrated on the spot.
And you want a piece of that?
Yeah. Maybe. Hell, he wasn’t certain. After what he had witnessed along with that letter, it was crystal clear this was no game to Mistress Jasmina. If he was in, he had to be in one hundred percent. If not, then he needed to leave her the hell alone and stop tormenting himself with fantasies of what might have been.
He pulled out the contract and flipped through the pages. His balls drew up into his body and he felt his eyes bug out of their sockets the more he read. Mistress Jasmina was certainly thorough. There was a section for his medical history, which was left for him to fill out, but under the instructions on how to obtain a blood test for any sexually transmitted diseases, she had marked “already fulfilled”. His blood must have been tested when he was in the hospital.
“Whoa.”
While it was comforting to know he wasn’t carrying any STDs, he was horrified to realize he hadn’t even thought about the consequences of engaging in this sort of activity. When she said safety was a priority, she was leaving no stone unturned.
After the section on the cancellation policy and communication protocols (sexting was allowed, photos were not) came the list of likes and dislikes.
“Oh. My. God,” he groaned and dropped his head in his hands. “What the fuck is a Gates of Hell?”
Rope bondage. Prison scene. Shibari. He didn’t know what two-thirds of the items were and the rest just fucking blew his mind. Whatever they were, his cock was ready to try all of them out. It was practically bursting from his pants as if it wanted to read the list itself.
“Marco. Dinner’s ready.” The patter of Abby’s footsteps drew near.
“Fuck.” He slid the fancy folder under the ink blotter and covered the contract with his arms. “I’ll be right there.”
Her cute little face appeared in the doorway. “Are you working?”
“Kinda of. Just some L&I paperwork.”
Poor girl. She had no idea her brother was such a pervert.
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