The entire "Consummate Therapy" series in omnibus format. If you haven't caught up with the trials and tribulations of Natasha Blakely, billionaire CEO, then now is the perfect time to get your feet wet.
Title: Consummate Therapy
Author: Katie Salidas & Willsin Rowe
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: December 20th 2012
Purchase Links: Amazon
WARNING: This title contains graphic language, sexual situations, bondage, discipline, toys, and plenty of billionaire shenanigans.
Submission Therapy
Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She's an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business.
But underneath that seemingly strong façade, Natasha is a swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr. Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a radical form of treatment - Submission Therapy - knowing that it's her only hope.
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won't admit to herself.
Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?
Occupational Therapy
Natasha's experience at the hands of Master Sweet has left her both drained and enlightened. Wanting nothing more than to curl up against him for as long as she can, she is dismayed when he sends her home to dwell on all she's learned.
But being a creature of habit, Natasha's stubborn and rebellious nature leads her back into her old patterns, threatening to undo all her progress. When her symptoms return in full force, she begins to doubt not only the effectiveness of Submission Therapy, but also the motivations of her Master.
Learning of her disobedience, Master Sweet brings forward Natasha's next session. But recognizing her behavior for what it is - a cry for attention - leads Him to change His approach dramatically. If Natasha thought her first lesson was hard...she's in for a real eye-opener.
Does the embattled billionaire have the internal strength to earn back her Master's trust? And how will she handle it when his intentions suddenly become even more serious?
Immersion Therapy
Accepting Master Sweet's collar is a frightening commitment for pathological maneater, Natasha. Until recently everything in her life, including sex, had been strictly business; a safe zone that Natasha was quite comfortable with.
Submission Therapy ruined all of that. Her recently uncovered desires have left her feeling raw and needy, unable to trust her own judgment. The order and consistency in her life has been shattered by these terrifying newfound feelings and desires. When even her employees find true love, Natasha's world feels somehow unreal. Could this thing called 'love' be real? And could Master truly feel the same for her?
Now she faces the biggest emotional decision of her life. Will she accept her Master's collar, and the commitment that it entails? Or should she say goodbye to her Master and forever abandon the hope of a loving relationship with the one man who truly knows her?
Submission
Therapy
EXCERPT:
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie
Salidas
FREE ON AMAZON
“If your spirit is the
equal of your body...” He ran his fingers across my shoulders and down the
gully of my spine. “...then it will be a rare pleasure breaking you in.”
Despite my initial
apprehension, his words and his touch sent a thrill through me.
He moved from behind
me and my back suddenly felt cold. I watched his muscular form as he prowled to
the chair, and admired his grace as he mounted it.
“Bind her. Bring her
to me.”
Chloe appeared beside
me with a length of smooth rope in her hands. My instincts cried out to run, to
fight, but I bit down on them. I could see where this was heading and…and I
wasn’t sure I hated it.
With practiced
efficiency, Chloe had my wrists secured in under a minute. She led me over to
Master Sweet and handed him the loose end of rope.
“Slave, lay across my
lap.”
I couldn’t help it. I
hesitated. This was so new to me. He curled the rope around his wrist and
pulled steadily, with a strength I couldn’t resist. With Chloe’s help he had me
prone across his lap, my bare ass angled out and vulnerable. My heartbeat sped
with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Even though there was something
so degrading about being put over someone’s lap, there was a part of me that
found it...invigorating. I wasn’t about to let him know I felt that way,
though. I held my tongue and watched blankly as Chloe worked, binding me in
place.
She took the rope and
fed it through the eyelet at the base of the chair, leading it underneath and
through a matching eyelet on the other side. She walked around and crouched
behind me. From my angle I could only see her hands taking the rope, but I
could sense her body heat on the backs of my thighs, feel her breath tickling
across my ass…and everywhere else. I wondered if she was there to do more than
just tie knots.
The rope’s firm grip
around my right knee took me out of that reverie. I watched as Chloe fed the
rope back through the loop and then around my left knee. I understood the
chair’s construction much better now. Looped around it, with Master Sweet’s
strong legs as a cushion, I had nowhere to go. Intriguingly, there was still
enough slack in the rope that I could spread my knees apart.
“Look in the mirror.”
I raised my head and
stared. I barely recognized myself. In the low light, my black hair almost
blended with the room. I could see enough to know it was a mess, though.
He slipped his hand
onto my ass and rested it there, soft, unmoving. The deceptively light touch
sent chills rippling across my body.
“You’ve earned a
spanking for your disobedience. You will watch as your punishment is delivered,
and you will count the strokes.”
My breath hitched in
my chest. Spanking. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a little girl. So
demeaning, and yet the thought of it sent heat rushing between my thighs. There
was a part of me that longed for it. In a world where I constantly had to think
at least six to twelve months ahead, a consequence that was both immediate and
tangible somehow felt like a luxury.
He raised his hand,
cocked it like a gun. I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure
power of it, knowing full well that its force was about to come crashing down
on me.
“No. Look into your
own eyes.”
I did as instructed.
My mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I
clenched my muscles and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came
next.
The blow, when it
landed, cracked like a pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the
jolt through my body. My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed
on my ass and began to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my
breath hissed in. I would not cry out.
“Count it!” he demanded.
Willsin Rowe
falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy
more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of
those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done
even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit.
He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent
but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or
stylish enough to be cool.
