The Young and the Submissive (The Doms of Her Life #2) by Shayla Black

The Young and the Submissive (The Doms of Her Life #2) by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, Isabella LaPearl
The Young and the Submissive (The Doms of Her Life #2) by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, Isabella LaPearl


The Young and the Submissive (Doms of Her Life Book 2) by Shayla Black, Jenna Jacob, Isabella La Pearl

The heat level is high, the anticipation is agonizing, and the actual sex scenes are fever hot. ~ Shadow, Guilty Pleasures 

Raine Kendall has everything a woman could want…almost. Sexy, tender Dom Liam O’Neill is her knight in shining armor, but Raine is constantly pinching herself. Is he too good to be true or is this growing connection one that could last a lifetime? She’s constantly torn by her abiding feelings for her commanding boss, Macen “Hammer” Hammerman, especially in the wake the mind-blowing night he cast aside the barriers between them and ravaged every inch of her body.

Hammer, Liam’s former best friend, can’t stop coveting Raine. But Liam is determined to hold and guide the woman he loves and see if she can be the submissive of his dreams. However, he’s finding that her trust is hard won and he needs a bloody crowbar to pry open her scarred soul. So he risks everything to win her once and for all. But once he’s put his daring plan in motion, will it cost Liam his heart if he loses Raine to Hammer for good?

This was an emotional book, well written, and masterfully handled.purestdelightaward

Macen Hammer, owner of BDSM Club Shadows, took in Raine Kendall when she was a runaway teenager, and has hidden his feelings for her for years. His best friend, Liam O’Neill, befriends her to help Macen, but falls for her himself, creating a rift between the two friends. For her part, Raine has always loved Macen, but falls hard for Liam as well.
However, her early life with her abusive father has created so many insecurities in Raine, she can’t open up to anyone. Liam has tried and tried to get her to express her feelings but has been unable to break through her walls. When he uncollars her, and she flees, both Macen and Liam are frantic. They realize that to get her back they are going to have to work together to give Raine what she needs.

Can these two overcome their jealousy, the secret in their past, and Raine’s insecurities to win happiness for all of them?

The Young and the Submissive
The Young and the Submissive

Raine was a perfect heroine for this story. Damaged and vulnerable, she still has the strength to stand up to her two Doms and make her needs known. The scene with her father was soul satisfying.

The two Doms themselves are awesome. Watching them overcome their insecurities to meet the needs of their sub was a fascinating study into the mind of a Dom. Neither are perfect, but they are willing to put aside their emotions to help their sub realize her full potential. To their credit, they realize they’re going to have to be as honest and open as they want Raine to be.

The book leaves the reader as much on edge as the Doms leave their sub when it comes to sex. The heat level is high, the anticipation is agonizing, and the actual sex scenes are fever hot.

Overall, a most enjoyable read with great characterization, hot sex scenes, and a fascinating exploration of the need for honesty, openness and trust in a relationship, particularly a BDSM ménage.

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The Young and the Submissive (The Doms of Her Life #2)

Author: Shayla Black

Chapter 1

Los Angeles – Tuesday before Thanksgiving

Macen “Hammer” Hammerman stifled the mundane conversation with his assistant, Raine Kendall, and stood, bracing his hands on the desk between them. Though his office door stood open—he wasn’t “allowed” to talk to her otherwise—they were as alone as they’d been in weeks. It was now or never. He had an important question to ask.

“Tell me something, Raine. Your period is what, five days late?”

Blood leached from her face. “Wha—I… How would you even know that?”

Because it was his business. After six years of being her mentor, caretaker, and employer, he’d recently given in to his gnawing hunger and fucked her in every way known to man. And recklessly, he’d done it without a condom. Since admitting how much he wanted her, he couldn’t seem to stop. But the elaborate collar that now dangled from her neck strangled him with one indisputable fact: She was owned. Taken. Completely off limits. Property of another.

That son of a bitch, Liam O’Neill. His former best friend.

“Kind of blows your theory that I’ve always looked through you, doesn’t it?” He smirked. “Since you came to Shadows, I’ve kept tabs on your cycle every single month. You promised you’d let me know if you were so much as a minute late. I’ve been waiting.”

She pretended to scan through the pages of her notepad. “I promised to tell you if I was pregnant. Right now, I don’t know anything. We need to finish discussing the Thanksgiving menu. I hope you bought cranberry sauce.”

“Cranberry sauce? Really?” He cocked his head, his tone a warning.

“Don’t do this, Hammer.”

He leaned closer. “In case you’ve forgotten, it was my cock riding your pussy, precious. So I’m not shutting up until I have an answer.”

A rosy flush suddenly stained her cheeks. Hammer smiled. She hadn’t forgotten the passion they’d shared any more than he had. It had haunted him, day after day, night after night…

Raine scrambled to her feet, clutching her notepad and pen. “I have enough for the menu. We’re done here.”

“We’re not,” he barked. “Sit down.”

She tossed her things on his desk and crossed her arms, glaring up at him. The swells of her pillowy breasts spilled from her V-neck tank. She looked sexy when she was mad. “So you can harass me again?”

Yes, Raine would see it that way. Christ, he needed to dial back on the confrontation, figure out how to drag information from her without distressing her even more.

“So we can finish talking. It’s not my intention to upset you,” he murmured.

She gave him a skeptical stare.

“Sit. Please.” He waited until she complied, then he sat across from her. “You know I’d normally rather fucking swallow glass than say I’m sorry, but I owe it to you to shove this apology past my pride. That night, my need to mark you as mine overwhelmed my better judgment. It was selfish and reckless. I’m sorry.”

Raine sighed, some of the starch leaving her. “You were drunk.”

“That’s even worse. I was pissed off, too. And hurt. To me, Liam’s claim on you didn’t mean shit. He messed with your mind and played you, just like he played me.”

“You don’t get to decide if my relationship with him is meaningless. I was afraid, and Liam took care of me. He still does.”

A fact Hammer hated. “Why do you think he took such a sudden interest in you?”

“Why do you care? You and I were a mistake. Move on. I have.”

No way. “I made love to you that night, Raine.”

She squirmed and looked away. “And your ‘love’ was so meaningful, you couldn’t wait the next morning to tell me that I wasn’t woman enough for you.”

Hammer reached across the desk and grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “Sixteen days, ten hours, and thirty-seven minutes ago, I heard your screams of ecstasy as I drove into your sweet little pussy. And you were so much woman that it changed me.”

Raine shivered in his grasp. She tried to act like he didn’t affect her, but he knew her way too well to believe that.

“So you don’t want a slave you chain to your bed every night anymore?”

“I’ll always want that.” In fact, he could picture her as his, collared, naked, wet, kneeling… He swallowed down a surge of arousal. Raine wasn’t built for that kind of submission, and he couldn’t expect her to change for him. “But I’ve always wanted you, too.” He reluctantly released her. “And every time you submit to Liam, I can hear that son of a bitch all over you through the thin walls. It hurts like hell, but I still listen and remember the taste of you on my tongue.”

“Stop.” The pulse picked up at Raine’s throat. She pushed out of her chair and whirled for the door, leaving her pad and pen behind.

Hammer rushed around the side of his desk and grabbed her elbow. He’d tried not to crave her. Impossible. Raven hair, rosy lips, porcelain skin. Striking. Sensual. Soft-hearted. For weeks, he’d struggled to overcome his addiction to Raine, but every time he looked at her, he suspected he’d relapse really fucking soon.

“Let go.” Her breathing sounded rushed, shallow. Aroused. “Please.”

“Give me one more minute.” As he pulled her closer, she trembled. “For six years, I wasn’t honest with you about how I felt. I’m sorry for that, too.” He spun her around and delved into her blue eyes. “But I won’t apologize for touching you. That would be a lie.”

He’d said as much as he could without confessing that he loved her and always would.

“Seriously, Hammer. You can’t say things like that.”

“Too honest?”

She hesitated. “Inappropriate.”

“We passed inappropriate when Liam…” Sank balls deep into your virgin ass, and I had to watch you thoroughly enjoy it. Hammer cleared his throat. “Claimed you.”

Her black lashes fell softly to her cheeks as she closed her eyes. “Macen…”

“It’s done. You seem to have everything you’ve ever wanted. If Liam makes you happy, I’m glad.”

Or he was trying to be. But standing this close to Raine and knowing he couldn’t slide her beneath him again was eviscerating his restraint.

She scoffed. “You’ve never tolerated anyone blowing smoke up your ass. Neither will I.”

Hammer pressed closer, barely resisting the urge to rub his hard cock against her. “What do you want to hear? That it’s not smoke I want to fill your ass with, precious?”

She tensed. “I think you’ve said enough.”

Because she belonged to Liam. Right.

Hammer sighed. He’d been the center of her life for years. Now Liam had stolen her away and taken his place. Hammer’s only consolation was that he suspected she shared even less of herself with the Irish prick. Her stubborn, sometimes secretive behavior was a far cry from the loving deference a Master sought from his collared submissive. Which meant she probably wouldn’t tell Liam about this conversation. She should, but…that was Raine. He loved her independence, even if it sometimes made his palm itch.

The vixen needed firm guidance. She might seem fragile on the surface, but her will could be iron. Idly, Hammer wondered if Liam would figure out that overindulging Raine wouldn’t give her the boundaries she required before she crashed and burned.

“You’re right.” He smiled wryly. “But I’m being honest.”

“If you don’t have anything else, let me go. I’ll have Thanksgiving dinner ready on Thursday at three.”

“One more question. Has your period ever been late? I can’t remember a single instance.”

She closed her eyes. “Leave it alone.”

“Like hell. I didn’t take responsibility for you like I should have that night, but by god, I will now. If your period hasn’t started by Black Friday, you won’t be shopping. I’ll be taking you to the doctor.”

Raine jerked from his grip. “I’m perfectly capable of visiting a doctor myself.”

“But I know you won’t go without a push. Consider me your personal bulldozer.”

“I’m not your responsibility anymore. I’m Liam’s.”

And wasn’t that a kick in the balls?

“I want to be very clear, Raine. If you get a positive result from that test, everything changes. Every. Fucking. Thing. I will take care of you—in every way.”

“I have to go.” Her voice cracked.

In a flurry of dark hair, lace, and ruffles, Raine dashed toward the door. Hammer surged from his chair, caging her between the wall and his body, breathing on the back of her neck. God, she smelled good.

Fear, desire, dread—he felt them all pinging off of her as she shivered. “Hammer…”

Pulling together his restraint, he eased back, trying not to torture himself with what he couldn’t have. Nearly three weeks without a woman—without her—was killing his self-control.

“I’ll let you run away for now since it’s what you do best, but I’m not letting this go. Be ready by eight a.m. Friday morning.”

Liam O’Neill clutched the little box in his hand and rehearsed the speech in his head again. He prayed this package contained the key to his future with Raine. Maybe they could finally find some bloody happiness—and he could convince her that he intended to stay. Would she stop hoarding chunks of herself then? Of course, she’d push back at first, but she needed this. One day, she would agree.

As if his thoughts had conjured her up, his little hellcat tore out of Hammer’s office and barreled down the hall, fists clenched. She nearly charged straight into him.

He pocketed the box. “Raine?”

She stopped short, trembling, blue eyes wide with panic. His fury—always simmering these days—began boiling.

The Young and the Submissive (The Doms of Her Life #2) by Shayla Black
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