Melting Her Dom’s Heart
by Suzy Shearer
Melting Her Dom’s Heart is book 3 in the Dark Desires series.
This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.
Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.
When Kallista Robins, 49, meets Alex Harrison, 51, she is instantly attracted to him but his obnoxious behaviour leaves her cold.
Alex has quite a reputation—he is a great Dom but he is cold and emotionless, never letting anyone get close to him.
Nicknamed Alexander the Great by subs, he has locked his heart away and intends to keep it that way. Alex refuses to ever collar a sub or get emotionally involved and always warns the woman before he begins any relationship, even going so far to have it written into their Dom/sub contract.
But when he meets Kallie Robins his world is turned upside down. Having never been in love before, the new feelings he experiences send Alex into a tailspin.
How will Kallie be able to stay in a cold, emotionless relationship? If he can't return her love will she decide to give up on ever Melting Her Dom's Heart?
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Charles, can you bring the car around and take Miss Green home?”
Standing near his desk Alex hung up the house phone and turned back to the very attractive woman sitting in a chair near him. She looked infuriated as she stood and faced him.
She was a truly beautiful woman, but at this moment Pamela’s face was distorted and ugly. Red suffused her cheeks, and her blue eyes seemed mean as she glowered at him with such undisguised hostility. Her lips were a thin line of anger, and her nostrils flared as she glared and then spoke.
“You know what, Alex? It’s over.”
With those words she turned away from him and flounced toward the door. Puzzled, Alex leant against the edge of the desk as he watched her.
“I don’t understand,. I thought you enjoyed our playtime.”
She turned back to look at the man she’d been involved with for the past six months and shook her head.
“This isn’t about playtime. This is about us. You hold every woman at arm’s length. You don’t get emotionally involved. You know nothing about any woman you chose to sleep with. To you I’m just a sub. I don’t even think you see me as a person.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
It was as if a dam’s wall had burst, and she had no desire to contain it. Pamela took a breath and then continued her tirade.
“Hell, you wouldn’t even know what my favourite colour is or my favourite flower, and we’ve been together for over six months!” She took a step then turned back to him. “Oh, and it isn’t bloody roses!”
She actually stamped her foot in disgust. Alex wondered what she was thinking. Judging by the resentful look on her face, it wasn’t good. She stormed at him again.
“You’ve locked your heart away.” Her shrill voice echoed in the room as she screeched at him. “Alex, you don’t feel anything!”
Her continued outburst had shocked him into silence. He just stared at her in surprise, wondering where all this was coming from.
“You really don’t get it, do you,?”
“I’m sorry you’re unhappy if that’s what you mean.”
Pamela rolled her eyes as if exasperated with him. Cocking her head she went on in a more normal voice.
“I’m curious, Alex. Have you ever been tempted to collar one of your subs or even considered it?”
“Not that I understand why you want to know, but no, I haven’t and I don’t intend to.”
Infuriated she shook her head. “Of course not. Collaring a sub would mean you had to show some emotion, an attachment, some sort of affection for her. You might even have to get involved with her on a social level. Gee, there’d even be a chance you’d have to drive her home once in a while rather than getting your chauffeur to always do it.”
She turned and continued her walk to the door. Alex watched her, knowing his face was devoid of the regret he was feeling. She turned back to him, partly out the door, one hand on the doorjamb.
Here it comes, her final salvo.
“You’re a frozen bastard, Alex Harrison. You may be the best Dom I’ve ever had, but that doesn’t make up for the fact you are a cold-hearted emotionless prick!”
With that she completed her exit by slamming the door shut. Alex winced and stared at the closed door. He felt as cold as she said, his face a mask.
She looked around, trying to see someone she knew nearby to save her from Rob but no one was looking.
“I asked you first,” he complained.
“I know you did and I said I’m sorry.”
In a gravelly voice he said, “Well, will you go out with me now?”
“No, sorry.” Lucy shook her head and tried to walk past him. He put his hand against the wall, preventing her from entering the lounge area without making a scene.
“I’m trying to be nice.”
“I know you are, Rob, and I appreciate it. I’m trying to be nice too but please, you have to understand I’m just not interested.”
“I don’t want to and as I told you before I’m involved with someone.”
Once more she tried to push past. He grabbed her wrist tightly and she was frightened by his reaction. He seemed angry.
“Please let go of my arm, Rob!” she hissed softly.
“Not good enough for you, am I?”
She looked wildly around. This was getting so out of hand.
She whispered through clenched teeth. “Please let me go, Rob.”
His hand actually tightened on her wrist. Lucy managed to keep hold of her glass but most of her drink spilt onto the floor. Suddenly a sexy male voice spoke behind her then kissed her cheek. She felt two hands on her shoulders, pulling her close.
“Babe! Sorry I’m late.”
She tensed, wondering what on earth was happening and who had his arms on her. She wondered if she should scream and felt her heart pound rapidly. Rob dropped her wrist and glared up at her rescuer. Her saviour held out his hand to Rob.
“Hi, I’m Sebastian, thanks for taking care of my girl.”
She looked magnificent. Her full breasts seemed to be trying to escape the lacy bra she wore. Hard nipples in the dark areola were beckoning him. Her tiny knickers barely covered her. Her luscious well-padded curves made his mouth water.
“Remove the bra.”
She reached around her back, unclipped it, and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Those breasts were even better now they were free. If he held each one, they would still spill over. He wanted more.
She looked up at him and ran one hand across her breasts.
“Do it properly, both hands.”
She began rubbing and squeezing them. He felt his cock pushing against his pants. She closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
“Pull your nipples hard.” He watched her tweak the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
He could see them grow harder and harder, the area around them pebbling. She never took her eyes from his. Huskily he whispered, “Remove your panties.”
As she bent forward to slide them down her legs, her lovely breasts swung back and forth. He wanted to touch her beautiful body. He reached out with one hand and ran his finger from her neck down to her belly button and then back up.
“Feel yourself. Prove to me you want this as much as I do.”
She ran one hand down between her legs and, as he watched, rubbed along her slit. She held out her finger. It glistened with her juices. Alex realised he had no condoms. There would be no way Kallie would have any either. Damn! He would have to satisfy her some other way.
“Now put one leg on the chair.”
He twisted to the side. With her glorious pussy at face level, he could see how very wet she was. He reached up with one hand and ran it along her shiny slit. He heard her swift intake and looked at her face. Flushed, Kallie was chewing on her bottom lip.
He began to rub against her clit. The tiny bead hardened in reaction. “Answer me truthfully. When did you last have a man touch you?”
“Four years ago, Sir,” she said, her voice soft and so sensual.
This was the voice that had haunted his dreams and now hearing her and seeing her naked in front of him he felt helpless. Strange feelings for her swept over him. He looked up into her gorgeous face. He nodded. She would be out of practice at playing. It would be unfair to expect her to hold orgasms or not to speak. Besides, he wanted to watch her come, wanted to see her face and hear her. He pushed one finger inside her while rubbing her clit. Her eyes widened as he began to push his finger in and out. He inserted a second and hooked it, trying to find her elusive G-spot. When he found it, he began drumming on it.
She hardened her bite on her bottom lip. He felt her muscles tighten as she tried to hold back her gathering orgasm. Pleased, he leaned forward and licked her while his fingers continued to play with her G-spot. She tasted so sweet. He sucked her clit and nipped at it. Her legs tensed and then began to shake as she tried to hold off her orgasm.
He lapped at her juices and sucked her clit. She began to wobble. He grabbed her leg with one hand and increased his assault on her clit and her pussy. He glanced up and saw her eyes were filled with tears from trying to please him. Delighted with her attempt he said, “You may come whenever you wish.”
The relief on her face was obvious. He went back to licking.
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Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have constantly reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.
Single, all alone and fancy free Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.
She is a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect. When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser. As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/