A Dominant who just couldn’t let go…
As an experienced Dom, Seba Havas, specializes in helping traumatized submissives find the release they need. He knows when a firm hand is needed or a gentle touch will work better, but nothing in his nearly fifteen years in the scene prepares him for Akira. Like a whirlwind, she turns his orderly life upside down with her refusal to submit. Still reeling from his failure with her six months later, he turns to 1Night Stand. Madame Eve’s suggestion? A trip to the Carnivore Club, the brand new BDSM themed Las Vegas Strip resort on a date to an elegant masquerade ball with a beautiful submissive.
A submissive who’s willing to sacrifice it all…
As the oldest daughter of the Ito clan, Akira has been responsible and self-controlled her entire life, up to the point it has caused her to lose the dominant she loves. Now she has one chance left to prove to Seba she can be what he needs. In true Vegas fashion, and with a little help from Madame Eve, she’s going to gamble it all on one night of dominance and submission. But will it be enough?
Akira stared in the mirror. With the white lacy maid’s cap over the magenta-red hair she now sported, and a formfitting black dress with a full-length ivory apron, nothing remained of the Akira Ito she knew. Paired with the thick, opaque glasses perched on her button nose, she looked like she’d walked out of the Phantomhive household. Fiddling with the long apron strings around her waist, she tried to calm her anxious nerves. Lord knew what would happen when she met up with Seba. Like her character, Mey-rin, she would flush beet red at the mere sight of him.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She reached under her skirt to tuck the fake pistols in the holsters she’d strapped to each thigh. “Never in a million years would I have dressed up like the bumbling love interest of the most kick-ass butler in the manga world.” Stepping back, she gave herself a critical eye. Not the sexiest costume imaginable, but with its well-fitted bodice and waist-cinching snowy apron, she might be able to tempt her former Dom while still hiding her identity from Seba.
Straightening her ivory cuffs and fluffing the apron’s bow, she almost jumped when her cell phone buzzed. Half expecting it to be Venus, she flipped open her phone. Instead, the text came from Madame Eve.
Remember child, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Show him you can be what he needs – Madame Eve
She drew a deep breath. Funny, how much the mystical Madame Eve reminded her of Venus.
“Speaking of Venus, I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t send her the picture I promised.” It took less than thirty seconds to snap a selfie and send it her friend. Then she grabbed her invitation and let herself out of her room. As she rode the elevator downstairs, she glanced at her watch. She didn’t want to be late and give Seba a reason to punish her.
Although he’ll probably be the one running behind. Venus swears he’ll be late to his own funeral.
In the lobby, she pushed through a crowd of people dressed up in a variety of outlandish costumes. She saw everything from Nathan Fillion look-alikes to Elfin lords and warrior princesses. Evidently, she’d been wrong to assume a manga conference or even Comic-Con had overtaken the hotel. It looked more like a sci-fi convention. When two storm troopers and Spock walked by, she shook her head.
I’m supposed to find Seba in this mess?