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Her Blue Collar Dom
Dominant Men Book One
Isabella Kole
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Her Blue Collar Dom
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Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
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So, she raised herself up to whisper in his ear, "Ready for round three?"
His lips curled into a smile as he rolled toward her and replied, "More than ready. And I think it's high time we try something a little different, babygirl."
"Different?" she asked warily. What did he have in mind?
"Up for it?" he asked as he lazily traced his fingers down her arm and looked into her green eyes.
"Are you challenging me, sir?" she asked.
"Sir? Now, that I like." He got up and went to his closet then, returning with a black duffel bag.
"Wh-what's in there?" she stammered as she waited for him to reply.
"Some toys, baby. I think it's time for us to play."
"I thought that's what we had been doing."
He looked at her and grinned. "Well, there is play and then there is play. I think you're ready to learn the difference."
"Tell me, Mr. Foster, do you play with all your girlfriends?"
He looked at her for a moment, as if trying to formulate the right answer. Finally, he said, "That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether or not I think the woman I am currently with is ready. I don't date around, Sabrina. When I am with a woman, she is the only woman I am with. I have some, let's say, different tastes, and some women can't handle that. I have had girlfriends who enjoy those tastes as much as I do and some who haven't. For various reasons, none of those relationships have ever worked out. I haven't found the right combination of the perfect girl for me yet. I'm beginning to think it might be you, though. It's only fair for me to let you know about my preferences before this thing, whatever it is, between us gets any more serious than it already is."
"Are you trying to tell me you are a Dom?" she asked.
Ben was clearly surprised. It took him a minute to reply. When he did, he said simply, "How did you know?"
"I wasn't born yesterday, Ben. I've read the books, seen the movies. You have a dominant air about you. I saw it from the beginning. And the way you just seem to naturally… uh… make me want to submit to you, well, that kind of gave it away."
"Are you put off by it? Does the fact that I am a Dom change anything?"
She thought for a moment. "I'll admit, I'm not used to being a submissive in anything. I have a very demanding job, and I've always been in charge of every aspect of my life. However, it might be nice to hand over some of the control to someone else sometimes. If, from what I understand about the dynamics, I do that, you will take care of me but also discipline me. Our sex life will be even more adventurous than it already is."
"In a manner of speaking, yes, that about sums it up. I care for you, Sabrina. I want to take care of you. I don't, however, have any desire to change the person you are. I admire your strength. I want to enhance our relationship, form a bond between us."
Chapter 1
It was late fall in southwestern Oklahoma, the time of year when the air was crisp in the evenings and the leaves had just started to turn their annual shades of red, orange, and yellow. Late one Friday morning, Army Major Sabrina Warrick noticed the leaves on the tree outside her window and sighed, knowing winter was just around the corner. She looked away from the window and glanced distractedly at the mound of paperwork piled high on the gleaming wood of her well-worn cherry desk. She'd been staring at it without actually seeing it for most of the morning. As she wearily pushed it aside and looked at her watch, the door to her office suddenly swung open and Major Grace Hill poked her pretty blonde head in. They'd been friends a long time and were currently stationed at Fort Sill.
"How about breaking for lunch, Sabrina?" Grace asked, a little too cheerily for Sabrina's sour mood.
What the heck, she needed to talk to her friend, may as well be over food. "Sure, I'm not getting much done here anyway. Maybe a break will help." She sighed. Stopping at her assistant Sharon's desk on the way out, she informed her, "I'll be at the commissary having lunch."
"Okay, Major Warrick. I'll see you later," Sharon replied with a smile as she looked up from her filing.
The women strolled the distance from their office building to the post commissary. There was a small café there that served the best blackened chicken salads in town, and that was where they chose to spend their lunch hour.
"What's up with you, Sabrina? Something is definitely off," Grace asked in a concerned voice. "Is it Paul?"
Grace and Sabrina had been friends since they joined ROTC years ago in Spokane, Washington. Sabrina hailed from Vancouver and Grace had been raised in Portland. They managed to follow each other to the same posts throughout their careers, even doing a tour of Iraq at the same time. Grace usually arrived at the new post a few months ahead of Sabrina, so she was able to fill her friend in on the hottest men in the area by the time Sabrina arrived.
Sabrina took a sip of her iced tea and pushed back a strand of her brunette hair before answering. "Paul cheated again. I'm done this time. I see absolutely no future for us." Her green eyes flashed with anger as she looked at Grace.
Grace looked at her friend with understanding. "I don't blame you, and I know it's taken a long time for you to get to this point. I'm so sorry."
"The first few times I told myself it was no big deal because we weren't serious; now it's different. Every time he swears it won't happen again, but it always does. I pity the poor girl who marries him. It won't be me. I'm just glad we're at different posts so I don't have to run into him every day."
"Good girl," Grace said as their salads were served. She thanked the young waitress and poured a generous serving of honey mustard dressing on her salad while listening.
"I've made it this far without a man. I was doing fine before Paul, and I'll do fine after him. And I always have my career." Sabrina's defiance was a bit lacking in conviction as she dipped a forkful of chicken into a cup of vinaigrette and took a bite.
"Tell yourself that on a cold winter's night when you're all alone in your bed, my friend."
"Good morning, Majors," Colonel Kathy Lindsey interrupted as she walked by.
"Good afternoon, Colonel." Sabrina forced a smile as she greeted her superior.
"Good afternoon, Colonel," Grace piped up as she also acknowledged the other woman.
"Enjoy your lunch. It's good to see both of you."
As she walked away on the arm of her handsome husband, Sabrina remarked, "Now, there's a woman who has it all. She's moved up the ranks, well-respected, great husband, and two adorable kids. How'd she get so lucky?"
"We just haven't met Mr. Right yet."
"I guess not." Sabrina wondered if she'd ever meet Mr. Right. "And you know, the sad thing about Paul and me is that I'm beginning to doubt I ever really loved him. I think he was—how should I say it?—a suitable prospect for a husband. But there were no sparks, you know what I mean? Maybe not for him, either. Maybe that explains all of his extracurricular affairs."
"Really, and you put up with his little affairs all this time anyway, even though you weren't crazy in love with him?" Grace asked in awe. "I just thought it was because you were so much in love that you chose to overlook the other women. I sure misjudged that one."
"Like I said, he was a suitable choice. We're both career-oriented, both Army, I don't know. I'm mad as hell he cheated again. I'm sick of his little guilt gifts and I just think I'm ready to move on from it all. It's the same old scene, time and again—he cheats, he either gets caught or he confesses. Then he's all lovey-dovey for a while, begs me to forgive him, and it's wine and roses until the next fling."
"And if you marry him, nothing will change," Grace remarked, taking a sip of her Diet Coke.
"Your career won't keep you warm on a cold winter's night, Sabrina," Grace reminded her again.
"I know, but I won't settle for less. My mind is made up. Colonel Paul Andrews and I are finished, once and for all."
"What are we doing this weekend, then? You're not staying in if I have any say in the matter," Grace informed her friend. "It's time for you to start a new chapter.”
"I don't know. What would you like to do?" Sabrina was uninterested as she pushed her salad around on her plate.
"We could go to the casino or bowling; we haven't done either in a while."
"Okay, call me tomorrow. I'd better get back now if I want to go home sometime tonight." Sabrina honestly couldn't have cared less if she went out or stayed home that weekend.
She walked back to her office to face the never-ending stack of paperwork once again. Stopping at Sharon's cluttered desk, she asked, "Were there any messages for me?"
Sharon looked up from the stack of manila folders covering her desk and, taking the pencil out of her mouth she'd been chewing nervously, said, "Colonel Andrews called again."
Sharon's dark hair fell just to her shoulders, and with her pretty figure and constant smile she was actually very attractive. Sabrina had often wondered why she didn't date more.
"If he calls again, tell him I am unavailable."
"Yes, ma'am, I will," Sharon replied as Sabrina walked into her office to face the afternoon, slamming the door behind her.
Sitting down at her desk once again, she began to wade through the paperwork, putting all thoughts of Paul out of her mind until she glanced at the vase of red roses staring at her from the corner of the desk. She picked it up and dumped the whole thing in the trash, knowing full well they were another one of his guilt gifts. The only time he ever sent flowers was after he'd strayed. It wasn't long before his picture, staring at her from the other corner, followed the flowers into the trash.
"I'm done," she told the things sticking out of her trash can. "Totally done, finished, through, no more!"
At seven she wearily locked her office door and walked to the parking lot toward her car. She'd fallen in love with the white Mazda and bought it on impulse. She hadn't regretted the decision as Paul had told her she would. It drove like a dream and came equipped with everything she needed. As she drove across the post to her quarters, she told herself she really needed to get a life.
Letting herself into her empty apartment, she looked at the mess she'd left that morning. She hurriedly picked up the clothes strewn across the floor and threw them into a laundry basket, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and walked into the bedroom. She stripped off her fatigues and went into the bathroom. Filling the tub with warm water, she decided on lavender bath salts. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of French Lick cherry wine, a gift from a friend in Indiana, stopping to water the lone plant in the windowsill before going back into the bathroom.
Stripping out of her undergarments, she checked the water temperature in the tub before sinking slowly down into the warm, aromatic water. Taking a sip of the wine and closing her eyes, she leaned her head back onto her bath pillow and tried to erase the tensions of the day. The enormous workload she had right now coupled with the latest dalliance of her lover was enough to stress anyone out, even the level-headed, no-nonsense Major Sabrina Warrick.
She thought back over her time with Paul. Major Paul Andrews, passably handsome, all business-like, career-driven playboy. The sex hadn't been all that great, come to think of it. So, what did all those other women see in him? A chance to become the wife of an officer climbing the ranks? Why did he keep coming back to her? Because she was safe, someone who shared his interests, his career goals? Well, she no longer wanted to be his safe port or his suitable girlfriend.
No, she wanted more. She deserved more. She merited the love of a man who wanted to be with her because he enjoyed what she had to offer, loved her laughter, thought she was fun, not because she was safe. Sighing, she wondered if such a man even existed for her.
After the relaxing soak, she got out of the tub and dried off with a thick towel, then pulled a long T-shirt out of her dresser drawer and slipped it over her head, threw on a pair of shorts, and went back into the kitchen to heat a frozen dinner in the microwave. Settling herself on the navy-blue sofa in her living room with the plate of steaming pasta and shrimp, she flipped through the channels, settling on Pretty Woman. She loved Richard Gere and watched all of his old movies whenever she could catch one. Now, that was one sexy man.
When the chick flick was over, she rose from the couch and padded to the bedroom. Why do the heroines always get their man in the end? She pondered this as she folded back the blue and yellow floral comforter on her antique iron bed and slid between the cool sheets. Will I ever get my man?
She fell into a deep sleep and began dreaming about a drop-dead gorgeous man with the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. They looked like huge chocolate drops. He was kissing her and caressing her, bringing her to a state of fevered desire. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear and told her softly he loved her just before taking them both on a journey to a destination unknown to her. He called her his babygirl, kissed every inch of her body, and made sure she knew she was cherished before he allowed himself pleasure. It was all about her. She'd never felt the kind of sensations the man in her dream created, definitely not with Paul. There was a sense of dominance in the man, forcing her to submit to his advances.
He touched her in all the right places, with his hands and then with his lips, trailing kisses down and up her entire body before stopping in the middle and surprising her by pulling her lace panties down with his teeth. She shivered as his teeth grazed her leg on the way down. He slipped them off the rest of the way and threw them to the floor. Then, he moved up her right leg, kissing and nibbling until he reached her most sensitive spot, already swollen and needing attention. And he didn't disappoint, either. His tongue began to work its magic on her clit, making her moan and writhe in pleasure. Her hips arched up, encouraging him and he kept it up, bringing her to a fevered pitch, but just when she was ready to go over the edge he stopped. She moaned and pouted.
"No pouting, pretty lady," the man said as he rolled her over and gave her bottom a swat. She jumped, startled.
"B-but, you stopped," she said, defending herself.
"Yes, I did. I couldn't have you coming too soon, now, could I?" he replied as he moved up to kiss her lips, the taste of her own juices on his tongue.
She allowed herself to relax and let him finish what he'd started in his own way. This was so different from what she was used to. She was lucky to even have an orgasm before Paul was finished. If this dream man wanted to prolong her pleasure, who was she to argue? After all, it was her dream. She'd made him up in her sleepy mind as her perfect man.
And finish it he certainly did. He caressed her body again with kisses, starting with the top of her head and ending at her toes and then back up again. A thick finger slipped between her folds and she immediately gushed all over it, aroused insanely.
The man chuckled and said," I think someone is ready for something else."
She moaned in response and spread her legs further apart, as if to welcome him. He took full advantage of the position and thrust his rock-hard cock hard into her waiting pussy. Dream Sabrina wrapped her legs around his waist in a way awake Sabrina would never do—or had never done. She moved with her fantasy partner as strong sensations enveloped her. When he smacked her ass, it made her nip at his neck, which spurred him on even more until both of them were screaming in ecstasy, riding the waves that seemed to never end.
