His beautiful assistant is in his cuffs—and he’s going to keep her there.
Maggie’s billionaire bosshole has ruined her life by tying her up in a hated employment contract, but even that’s not enough for the unyielding Dominant.
He’s demanding that she surrender everything to him…
Her mind.
Her body.
David had a strict no-fraternization rule. Until he met Maggie, the beautiful spitfire who defies him at every turn.
And even if her lying mouth says she doesn’t want him, her honest eyes say otherwise. She yearns to submit to him, and he’ll see that she does.
In return, he’ll give her the world.
Only one thing is off-limits: his cold, jaded heart.
The stunning, bestselling Mastered series is back in a special tenth-anniversary edition featuring additional scenes. In His Cuffs is a steamy billionaire swoon-worthy demanding boss romance. Welcome to the spectacular Colorado mountains where masterful billionaires ignite the fantasies of the women they love. All books are standalone novels that can be read in any order and have a guaranteed happily-ever-after ending.
General Release Date: 30th January 2024
Finally.
She’d made it.
Maggie smoothed the front of her short leather skirt and followed her friend Vanessa through the front door of the Den, Colorado’s spectacular BDSM club nestled in the Rocky Mountains.
Music blasted from the back patio, and the bass shook the walls. Half-naked people—men, mostly—were everywhere, and cool air whispered in through open windows.
Gregorio, the Den’s caretaker, met them in the foyer.
“Welcome to Ladies’ Night.” His dark eyes were sharp, taking in everything. At times she wondered if he saw into people’s souls as well as their hearts.
As he moved, the wink of his silver earring made him resemble a pirate, sending a shiver through her.
“I’m here for the debauchery,” Maggie said. After the week—week? More like weeks—she’d survived at work—she needed it.
“You’ve come to the right place,” he assured her with a grin.
Maggie had been looking forward to this outing for over a month. Not only had she spent her lunch hours shopping online for a new outfit and killer shoes but she’d also purchased a sparkly collar.
Every day at five o’clock, she’d happily slashed through the date on her calendar.
The fat, red mark served as a reward for surviving another workday with the insufferable David Tomlinson, and it was a visual reminder that she was closer to a night at the Den, where she would hopefully receive a spectacular spanking that would take her away from her everyday life and satisfy her deepest cravings.
“Are you planning to scene tonight, Maggie?” Gregorio asked.
She nodded. Definitely.
“Sex?”
With the right man—Dominant—possibly. “I’m not planning to, but I won’t rule it out.”
“Condoms are provided in all the private rooms. House Monitors also have them. I take it you want to participate as a sub, not a Domme?”
“That’s correct.” She wondered how he managed to keep up with the particulars of each guest. But then, that was why he ran the place.
“Are you looking to play with a man or a woman? Both? Multiples?”
Oh. It definitely is Ladies’ Night. “Strictly het,” she replied.
Several different colored wristbands lay on a nearby table. Gregorio selected a white one and affixed it to her wrist.
“Switches are in yellow,” he continued.
“That’s the one I want,” Vanessa chimed in.
“Seriously?” With an eyebrow raised, Maggie looked at her friend.
Vanessa shrugged. “You never know what opportunities might present themselves.”
“As always, Tops have red bands,” Gregorio informed them. “So that’s what you’ll be looking for, Maggie.”
“Got it,” she replied, anxious to start the festivities.
Over the years, she’d visited the Den often enough that she could take Gregorio’s place at the door. But she also knew he wouldn’t hurry through the ritual, despite her impatience.
“House Monitors have black HM bands around their upper arm. House subs have purple ones. The Den’s safe word is ‘halt’. Use it at any time. Enjoy yourselves.”
“I will, for sure,” Vanessa said.
Brandy, a woman Maggie knew as a house sub, took their jackets and purses. Her motions were easy and elegant, something Maggie would never be able to replicate.
Any night at this glorious property owned by Master Damien was fabulous, but four times a year, the owner went all out for the house’s single ladies, providing entertainment, demonstrations, Doms and Dommes, exotic non-alcoholic beverages, and the most mouthwatering desserts imaginable.
For over a week, she’d saved up her calories with the intention of indulging in all her favorite things. Not that it mattered, really. If she had her way, she’d burn plenty of energy during a BDSM scene or two.
Playing would also help with her stress level. Orgasms had a magical way of soothing most of her emotional upsets. Tonight, though, she’d need at least a dozen of them to forget the crappy hell her life had become.
With luck, it would take less than half an hour to find someone to take her to the downstairs dungeon.
She and Vanessa made their way toward the kitchen and looked out the patio doors.
A fire danced and popped in a pit. People in all sorts of outfits, from street clothes to club wear, milled about. A stage had been set up near the back of the paved area where a band rocked out, led by singer and guitarist Zephyr ‘Zeph’ Rockwell who all but made love to a microphone.
“I’ll have a double shot of that deliciousness,” Vanessa said against Maggie’s ear.
“Zeph?”
Oozing sex appeal, he wore an unbuttoned black shirt, and unbelievably tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. A recent video of him had gone viral, thanks to a publicity stunt by Chelsea Barton, one of the Den’s members. The sensational musician was now giving women all over the world heart palpitations.
“I’d let him put his guitar under my bed,” Vanessa replied enthusiastically. “And he can strum any part of me that he wants to.”
At her friend’s outrageousness, Maggie laughed.
“But no. I’m talking about the Top standing to the right of the stage. I think he has on a black band. I love a man who has authority and knows how to wield it.”
Since the party attracted so many newbies, Master Damien brought in extra House Monitors—male and female—to ensure everyone’s safety and answer questions.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her platform shoes added much-needed inches, but even they couldn’t help Maggie see through the crowd.
“Over there.” Vanessa pointed. “Near the speaker. Short dark hair. Jeans. No shirt. Can you see him yet?”
“No.”
“Wait. I think that’s a pair of handcuffs on his belt loop.” She made a show of exaggeratedly fanning herself. “Damn.”
Maggie craned her head.
“Do you need me to lift you up?”
She glared at Vanessa. Vanessa was five inches taller than Maggie and never missed an opportunity to point that out.
“Would you care for a chocolate-covered strawberry?” a server inquired, distracting them.
“Oh, God, yes,” Maggie said.
Vanessa and Maggie both turned away from the huge glass windows and toward the sexy man standing near them. He was over six feet tall, with long hair she itched to run her fingers through.
She took her time selecting a treat from the silver serving platter. After all, she enjoyed keeping him next to her for an extra few seconds. Not only did he smell of expensive, spicy cologne, but he had on a bow tie and remarkable, tight shimmery gold pants. His chest was devoid of hair, and his skin glistened as if oiled. Master Damien definitely knew how to please his guests.
Finally, Maggie chose the strawberry with the most chocolate coating, and since she’d done that, Vanessa selected two. “You got more chocolate than I did,” she explained.
Where Maggie was deliberate, Vanessa seized every opportunity that came along. The fact they were so different had made the friendship all sorts of interesting over the last eight years. Maggie nibbled at her dessert while Vanessa bit hers in half.
“Another, ladies?” the man tempted.
“Could you leave the tray?” Vanessa asked.
“No! Don’t you dare,” Maggie countered.
Vanessa picked up another treat while Maggie shook her head. The man winked at Maggie before moving off.
“The gorgeous man I was looking at earlier is gone. You never saw him, did you?”
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