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  Soldiers of Passion 4

  Lania’s Pet

  Years, Lania has taken Cal’s needs into her hands. Taken them, controlled them, and marveled in the way he has so obediently submitted to her. Years she has craved to have what he has, the trust to submit. A bad decision made by her stupid youthful self made sure that any trust in a master was something she would never experience. Can Cal convince Lania he is worthy of her trust? That he can take her to that splendid pace she has taken him so many times. Lania’s past has caught up to her and Cal will do anything to make sure she is safe. Little does he realize that not only is Lania a splendid Mistress, but she can take care of herself just as well. Cal needs to provide for his Mistress her deepest need. Submitting. Lania must turn to Cal for something she has lost. Trust. Can Lania trust in her pet?

  Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 41,892 words

  LANIA’S PET

  Soldiers of Passion 4

  Dace Everan

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  LANIA'S PET

  Copyright © 2014 by Dace Everan

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  About the Author

  LANIA’S PET

  Soldiers of Passion 4

  DACE EVERAN

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  “I said on your knees!” Lania ordered, irritated he would dare be so disobedient. Her upper lip twitched as he continued to stand there, a glint of defiance in his pretty blues. She didn’t like the way he towered over her in an overpowering way. Her grip tightened around the crop grasped in her hand. Was he trying to intimidate her? Did he forget the lessons she had taught him over the years? Had he not paid attention to the consequences of trying to intimidate her? Was he looking for a beating tonight?

  She narrowed her eyes and snarled. “Cal, I swear if you don’t get to your knees right now—” Lania’s next words were cut off as his hand shot out, grasped the braid of her hair, and tugged her head back. A strangled yelp escaped her. What in the hell was he doing? A foreign tingle whipped down her spine and she tried to evaluate it.

  Cal took a step closer and pulled down on her braid, forcing her head back further. He smirked. Just as he thought, his precious Mistress was nothing more than a simpering female beneath all this latex and heavy makeup. “You know you want it, Lania…you’ve wanted it for some time.” Cal reached for the crop, tugging it from her firm grasp. He tossed it aside. “Don’t get me wrong, Lania. I enjoy what you do to me, but I see you watching those others.” He ran a warm thick finger down her satiny cheek. Her lower lip trembled and tears looked ready to burst from her eyes. “The way you sit there talking with the other Masters, your eyes always wandering, staring at those women strapped down…” He grasped her neck in a tender embrace with his large thick hand. “Is that what you want? To be tied down, have a man take you, control you? You want to be my little slut?”

  Lania inhaled a sharp breath. How dare Cal treat her this way! How dare she allow him to get this far! “Get your god damn hands the fuck off me or I promise you will lose them,” she whispered in a deadly tone. And she wasn’t joking. Cal had no idea who the hell he was messing with! How dare he try to overpower her like this!

  Cal laughed.

  Lania snarled. Her hand came up swiftly. The heel of her palm caught him on the underside of his chin, causing his teeth to clang together. She knew that hurt, still remembered the way it had jarred her head the first time it had been done to her.

  Cal staggered back, stunned by the sudden pain to his chin, to his mouth. He buckled over as a thudding pain shot through his abdomen then groaned and fell to his knees, followed by the ringing in his head as a sharp pain struck
his temple. What the fuck!

  Lania knelt in front of him, grabbing a handful of luxurious bronze hair in a vicious grasp. She held his head back and looked him in the eyes. “You ever so much as come near me again and I will severely hurt you.” She sneered, releasing his hair and nimbly loosening her collar from around his neck.

  Cal stared in stunned silence. She removed her collar from around his neck. What the hell? This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to have submitted to him. Some did that. He was sure this is what she had wanted. Fuck! How had he misread her? “Lania—Mistress…please, I thought—” He staggered toward her on his knees, his head still ringing from the blow to his temple.

  Lania grabbed up her crop and ignored Cal’s pleas from behind her as she headed for the front door of his apartment. She tightened her grasp around the crop to stop the tremble of her hands from being noticed. She notched her chin higher and sucked in her gut, not that she had much to suck in with the latex corset holding everything neatly in place.

  “Lania, you can’t deny it, you watch them and I see the way you squirm. It’s the same squirm you give when you’re with me!”

  Lania came to a stop and inhaled a calming breath. He was right. She had done that. He turned her on like no other sub had. And watching those women giving themselves to their Masters had gotten to her on more than one occasion. She furrowed her brow. When had Cal surpassed this stage of submission and become her equivalent? How long had he been watching her to notice her wants? She straightened out and continued for the door. She refused to dwell on it. He should have discussed this with her, not taken the initiative and pushed it physically on her. That was unforgivable.

  Cal’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Shit, he had thought he had her for a second there. “Lania, please, can we not just discuss it?” He dragged his sorry self to his feet and followed after her. Yeah, he knew it was a stupid move. The woman may be a twig of a thing but she had strength. Shit, she had just proved that minutes ago. His arm hugged around his middle, and she moved damn quickly to boot. How the hell he had missed her foot coming up and kicking his gut was a wonder, and to be able to do it in that skin-tight skirt of hers? “Lania…you didn’t hurt you knee, did you?” She had to have, he was sure she would have had to twist it at some ungodly angle.

  Lania grunted, swinging the front door open, passing through, and slamming it behind her. If he came out she swore she would smack his silly head again. Her tummy clenched with an unfamiliar pain. She furrowed her brow. What in the fuck was that about? Was she coming down with something? She shook off the feeling and continued toward her car. She reached for her purse, cursing as she realized it still sat on the stand just inside Cal’s apartment. Fuck!

  Cal waited for her to come back, her purse in hand, down on his knees, head bowed and hands up, holding the purse out, waiting for her to come retrieve it. Two minutes in and his arms started to quiver. Another few minutes passed and he was doing his steady breathing, hands shaking and tingling. He really should have practiced this more. Normally Lania wouldn’t make him hold the position this long.

  Was she not going to come back? She had to. Her keys were in here, and she needed her keys to start her car. His heart accelerated when he heard the click of high heels. He waited, anticipating the knock at his door. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as the sound passed his door and continued away from him. Tears wet his eyes and he inhaled heavy breaths. He would not cry, no way, no how. She would come back. No Mistress would leave her pet alone like this.

  Not Lania.

  She loved him.

  He knew she did.

  Chapter Two

  Lania pulled up to the iron gates and pressed the remote to open them. She chewed her lower lip and glared out the window. Thank fuck she always hid an extra key under her car in a magnetic box in case of emergency. The twenty-minute drive to her place had been trying. She refused to cry over this! No way was she going to let this stupid shit get to her. There were others. Cal could be replaced. Easy peasy, there were tons of other men out there vying for her to master them. None, of course, had those adorable blue eyes, or that smile that would brighten up your worst day, or that thick stature. Shit, his shoulders were the perfect canvas for the many stripes she loved putting there. His ass was muscled and firm, and fuck, it always made him hard when she put bright red X’s on each smooth cheek. A hot tear slid down her cheek and she ignored it.

  Jarden, her man servant, opened the door for her as she walked up the front steps of her estate. He frowned at the car parked in front of the steps. His Mistress never parked her car there. “Is everything all right, Mistress Lania?” he asked, holding the door for her, placing his other hand palm up for her clutch, his eyes widening when he noticed she didn’t have her clutch.

  “What happened, Mistress? Did something—” It wasn’t his place to ask, and she hated when he did show concern, but she had no purse, she parked the car out front, and she wasn’t even acknowledging him. Something terrible had happened. “Mistress?” He followed her, stopping at the base of the winding staircase. She was already halfway up them. She stopped and turned, her dainty chin notched. “Jarden, could you please have a bottle of wine sent up, perhaps some snacks? I think I will have a good soak tonight,” she announced regally.

  Jarden slumped. It had been a long time since he had heard that tone from her. Not since the year after her parents had died and she had made friends with Mr. Roan. She had changed so much after she had met that man, all for the good. She had gone from spoiled little princess to elegant grown woman. He had been employed by her parents since before she had been born and watched her grow up. At the age of sixty-three, he knew her better than she knew herself. And tonight, his Mistress was hurting terribly on the inside. Perhaps he would give Mr. Roan a call and ask of his assistance. He had come over on many occasions. Of course it was to assist Lania on her whipping skills. He smirked. What would her parents think of her, had they lived to see this side of their princess? The embarrassment her mother would have felt. The disgrace her father would have had. He released a shaky breath. Lania was a grown woman and had taken over the family winery and had even brought sales up surpassing anything her parents had ever done. He was proud of her, even her lifestyle. It took some guts to learn some of those tricks then trust yourself not to hurt those you used those little tricks on.

  “Yes, Mistress, I will send Tara up shortly.”

  “Thank you, Jarden, and have a good night.”

  Jarden watched as she continued up the stairs, her ass shiny and encased in the latex skirt, swaying gently. It had always bothered him how she always came home alone. Such a beautiful woman, she had no right to have to be alone. Not this long, already in her early thirties and still no man.

  * * * *

  Cal slumped back on the couch and stared dazedly at the sequined purse now lying on his scarred-up old coffee table. It didn’t belong there, such a fine piece of feminine accessory. Shit, Lania didn’t belong in his crappy apartment.

  He ran his hands through his hair for what seemed the hundredth time since she had walked from his home. Maybe she was done with him. She’d been off for a few months now. He had failed her, had to have. He clenched his fists, his eyes closed. He couldn’t have! They worked well together. She was his! She was the only one who knew how to stroke him with the crop, how much pressure to use.

  He rubbed at his stinging eyes. His temple still fucking hurt and his stomach had a bruise and his damn chin was swelling. Fuck, he had gotten his ass whooped by a woman a foot smaller than him. He couldn’t help the smile that crept to his face. Fuck, he loved her. Her power, the confidence she had everywhere they went. Even in the face of having a six-foot-six brute stand over her, she had held her ground. He had felt her tremble though. Then it struck him. Had he terrified her? His heartbeat accelerated. He hadn’t wanted to scare her. He wanted to give her what she had so wistfully been watching. He knew she wanted it. He had wa
tched her watch those scenes. He knew when she was hot, and those women being strapped down and manhandled had made her hot. He let his head fall back into the cushion of the couch and released a heavy sigh. He’d find her home, return her purse, and apologize. He owed her an apology. He couldn’t let this go after three years of having Lania in his life, mastering him, letting him find his release, and providing him with that release. He had to go to her and explain to her what his intentions were.

  * * * *

  Lania paced her office, one hand on her hip the other holding the paper of the latest stats. She grunted. She was going down in sales. What the fuck! She stalked to her phone, pressing a button, her secretary answering.

  “Yes, Miss Graylen,” answered her secretary’s soft voice.

  “Have a meeting set up for this afternoon. I’m not happy with these results. And you call Mr. Roan, arrange for him to attend the meeting as well.”

  “Yes, ma’am, on it. Would you like a late lunch provided?”

  “Absolutely not. Maybe if these fuckers would get to work and keep my sales up I would.” She growled. There was no way she was giving freebies to those who weren’t doing their jobs. Being sent overseas and around the world to sell her product obviously wasn’t doing it to keep these salesmen up. Shit, the bonuses their families got apparently wasn’t enough either. She supposed she should tighten the reins and see how that did for her employees.