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Apr 3 2013 10:30am

Enslaved: Exclusive Excerpt

Shoshanna Evers

Enslaved by Shoshanna EversElisabeth Anderson has seen Trevor and his friends at the infamous Manhattan BDSM club WhipperSnapper, where everyone calls them the BAD Boys, for “Billionaire Arrogant Doms.” The BAD Boys—Trevor Brooks, Marc Wilde, and Roman Chase—are aptly named; they’ve made money hand over fist due to their aggressive investing at the Brooks Wilde Chase Fund. These guys are so rich they can get away with anything, or so the rumors go.

Trevor gives Elisabeth full reign of his estate in Westchester, letting her do as she pleases. He has only two rules. Rule One: she must obey and submit to him while she is living in his house. Rule Two: always answer the blue cell phone. She’s happy to oblige, because being with Trevor makes her want to obey, to love him the way he seems to be falling for her. But Elisabeth’s never been good at being the quiet sub; she's feisty and gets off on the punishments more than she does by pleasing Trevor.

Elisabeth can’t submit to Trevor the way he needs her to, so his friend and business partner (and fellow BAD Boy) Roman takes her in hand. But love triangles can have sharp edges...and somebody’s bound to get hurt.
 

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Elisabeth’s lower lip, which he could see she’d touched up with lip gloss during the car ride, dropped ever so slightly as the scenery opened up to the beautiful rolling hills of the countryside and the rustic stables that housed the horses. The night was still young, and if he could get her on a horse soon, she’d experience her first ride at sunset.

Perfect.

“Let’s go meet the horses,” Trevor said.

“I want to, but you should probably know I’m kind of scared of heights.”

“A horse really isn’t that high up. Let’s just try it and see how it feels. How does that sound?”

“Like an order from a Dom?”

Trevor laughed and let Willa out of her stable, giving her some sugar cubes and petting her mane before he saddled her up, making sure the saddle wouldn’t slip. “We’re losing light. Come on, you’ll love it.”

“Okay, sir. I’m ready.”

“Elisabeth, meet Willa. Willa, meet Elisabeth.” With that brief introduction, which had the intended effect of putting a smile on her face, Trevor hoisted her into the saddle. “How’s that feel?”

“Hurts a bit between the legs,” she replied, grinning. “I’ll be walking bowlegged after this.”

“Not after this, but maybe after tonight,” he joked, taking a riding crop off the wall on the rare chance that Willa needed a tap to move along. “Do you want to change position?”

“Are you kidding? I love pussy torture. Bring it on.”

Trevor scoffed. “Language!” He covered Willa’s ears as if she were a child instead of an old horse.

Slowly, Trevor led Willa out of the barn, constantly checking to see how Elisabeth seemed to be fairing.

“Okay?”

“It’s great! I want to run!” she said.

“You mean, gallop?”

“Yes! I want to gallop.” She looked out over the hills with a glint in her eye.

“You have to crawl before you can walk, and you have to trot before you can gallop.”

Elisabeth wasn’t even looking at him, just out at the green pasture. “What?”

“You’re not ready for that,” he warned.

“Come on, Willa!” she yelled, but the horse stayed still. Elisabeth tightened her legs, her heels pressing against the horse’s flanks. Willa neighed and jolted forward.

“Whoa, girl,” Trevor yelled, but it didn’t seem to have any effect.

With a gentle jump over the low post-and-rail fence outlining the training area, Willa went from zero to galloping across the fields in the blink of an eye.

“Elisabeth, hold on,” he yelled, although he knew there was no way she could hear him above the sound of the horse’s hooves and the wind blowing across her face.

The sun was setting but now it didn’t seem romantic—it seemed like he had a very short window of opportunity to get Elisabeth back to safety before nightfall. Unlike in the city or suburbs, nighttime in the country was dark. Very dark.

He ran into the stable and grabbed Flash, his favorite horse, and one known for both following direction and being fast. Right now Trevor needed both. He mounted the horse bareback, no time for a saddle, and gave a tap with the riding crop along with a yell that Flash seemed to intuitively understand meant Follow that girl.

It didn’t take long for Flash to catch up with Willa, who had stopped galloping and was now wandering slowly in a circle.

But Elisabeth wasn’t on her.

“Trevor?” Her voice sounded shaky, breathless. “I’m here. I’m fine. Just twisted my wrist a bit I think.”

Oh, thank God. He dismounted, and bent down, lifting her off the grass. “What were you thinking, galloping off like that?”

“I’m sorry, sir. Willa seemed like she knew what she was doing, and it felt like we both wanted to jump the fence and run around a bit.”

Trevor wanted to yell at her, to let out his frustration. She could have been severely injured. Instead, he would speak quietly, so she’d have to strain to hear him. The sun had set completely; they were alone in the field with only the moonlight and the two horses milling about. The stables, painted red, now looked gray in the dark and in the distance.

“You disregarded me when I told you that you weren’t ready to gallop. If you agreed to let me teach you how to ride, you should have been smart enough to take my instruction.”

She looked up at him from the grass, that twinkle still in her eye. Or was that moonlight? “I’m sorry, sir.”

“No you’re not. But you will be.”

Elisabeth stood slowly, her gaze dropping to the riding crop he held in his hand, hitting his own thigh rhythmically with it to get the feel of it. Good. She’d noticed.

“Do you want to punish me, sir?” she asked. “Shall I strip?”

“Take off your top and lace your hands on your head.”

“Yes, sir.” She rushed to obey, but the smile that kept playing across her face made him realize she was playing him for a fool.

“Turn around.” The moment she did, he struck her back with the riding crop, hitting her shoulder hard. She made a noise, but it didn’t sound like pain.

Another strike. Another little whimper that sounded more like a whimper of pleasure than pain.

Damn Elisabeth. “You wanted this all along. You purposely disobeyed me, during what could have been a wonderful evening together, just to get hit with my riding crop?” Smack.

“It wasn’t premeditated, sir,” she gasped as he struck her again. “I just have a tendency to be naughty to get punishments. I’m sorry.”

Smack.

“I like them too much, I know.” She turned her head to look at him, unshed tears glistening in her eyes, and he threw the riding crop to the ground.



Copyright © 2013 by Shoshanna Evers.

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Critically acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories, including erotica bestseller Overheated. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief. Her favorite thing to do is cuddle up with a good book…and her husband. Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Los Angeles, California. She welcomes emails from readers and writers and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.
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5 comments
Lizzie R
1. Lizzie R
Am I the only one that couldn't read past the "BAd Boys (Billionaire Arrogant Doms)"?

Oh 50 Shades - you birthed a freaking mountain.
wsl0612
2. wsl0612
@LizzieR - no, I am right there with you! As soon as I read that protagonist is a billionaire I stop. I think it's the most boring trope, ugh!
Lizzie R
3. JacquiC
I am there too. NO MORE billionaire bad boys, PLEASE. And the excerpt is also off-putting. I read it out of morbid curiosity, despite my initial aversion to the "BAD" thing. What woman who is afraid of heights and/or horses deliberately encourages the horse to gallop and jump? This one is definitely not for me.
Abigail kabomo
4. Abichica
im so with you guys on this one.. Ever since 50 shades(and dont get me wrong, i loved and enjoyed it greatly) every new novel that is coming out is about billionaire bad boys.. kind of boring, and i also agree that this is not one for me..
Lizzie R
5. Theresa Carvello
i did not find it boring! i love the billionaire boy storys and cant wait to read it! all her books are warm and exciting and sexy!
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