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  Copyright© 2012 Sandra Bunino

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-097-1

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JS Cook

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To AB

  Thank you for giving me the wings to fly.

  MIA’S SUBMISSION

  The Satin Rose Experience

  Romance on the Go

  Sandra Bunino

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Mia Lavender raked her fingers through her damp hair as she walked out of the bathroom in the pink robe that dangled on a padded hanger from the hook on the door.

  “Asher, I don’t get it. Where’s the—“

  She scanned the empty suite. Asher Cane was gone but in his place was a silver tray with a bowl of cut fruit and a thick stack of French toast covered with a generous sprinkle of powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice and a steamy silver carafe of coffee completed the decadent meal which perched on the perfectly made bed. The aroma wafted to her nostrils and instantly made her stomach grumble. How does he do it? She picked up the long stemmed rose from the crystal bud vase on the tray and brought it to her nose when the red envelope leaning against the vase caught her eye.

  Mia flopped down on the bed with a big grin as she ripped open the envelope.

  Mia,

  Training begins today.

  Last night was for fun, but understand I won’t be so easy on you today.

  Eat. You’ll need your energy for the session I have planned for you. After you’re done go to Suite Five where there will be further instruction.

  Since this will be your first real training, let’s think of it as a trial period. We’ll meet on equal footing in the lounge at midnight tonight. You have until then to decide if you’re in or out. I’ll need an all-in commitment from you.

  Asher

  PS ~ Last night was amazing.

  Mia reread the letter while nibbling on a piece of French toast. Last night was amazing. Her heart fluttered as she pictured him writing the note.

  Pouring a cup of coffee, she shook her head in amazement. In just twenty-four hours, Mia Lavender went from an administrative assistant for Rosebud Resorts to Vice President of Client Experience at the exclusive Satin Rose Experience or SRE division of Rosebud all because of her slip. Leaving her Twitter site open to Asher Cane’s very sexy eyes led to a slew of direct messages with @MandAGuy. Mia opened up and told him the most intimate details of her fantasy to submit her body to a Dominant. Those events landed her in submission training for the job Asher was convinced she was born to do. More importantly, she was in training to be his partner, his submissive. She wasn’t exactly sure what Asher had planned for her but there was only one way to find out. She popped a couple of pieces of fruit in her mouth, grabbed the access card Asher left in the envelope and padded in her bare feet to the door.

  Mia cracked the door and scanned the hallway. Even though she imagined the private SRE twentieth floor had seen its share of scantily clad women since its opening last year, the act of walking around a hotel in a flimsy and very short bathrobe was foreign to her. Thankfully, Suite Five was just across the hall. She tiptoed to the suite and slid the access card into the slot above the doorknob. As she pushed the door open, the fine hairs of her arms stood on ends and her skin pebbled while chilly air from the room poured into the hallway. Mia hugged her arms tight against her body and flipped on the light switch.

  Suite Five couldn’t have been any more different than the warmth and luxury of Suite Eight where Asher fulfilled a fantasy she’d only dreamed about before last night. After she was blindfolded, he’d secured her wrists and ankles with silky restraints. Warmth flooded her pussy when she recalled the slow tracings of the riding crop over her sensitive skin. Mia sensed her first real training session would be a different experience. She shivered as her gaze darted around the small windowless room, settling on the large, black-framed bed dominating the suite. A simple, stark white quilt covered the bed. The half dozen fluffy pillows lining the black wooden headboard were the only indication of luxury. Two small side tables with matching lamps flanked the bed. A floor-to-ceiling armoire completed the set. The only color in the room was another red envelope taped to one of many mirrors on the pale eggshell walls. She peeled the envelope from the largest mirror; her name was written neatly on the front.

  She slid her index finger under the flap to break the seal and unfolded the page.

  Mia,

  Welcome to training.

  You’ll find clothing hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Wear your hair in a tight bun at the nape of your neck. You have thirty minutes to get prepared. Stand in the far corner facing the wall and do not move or speak until you hear further direction from me.

  Asher

  PS ~ Don’t forget our safe word.

  Mia’s mouth went dry while she read the letter. Sucking in a deep breath, she carefully folded the note, slid it back into the envelope and headed toward the partially open door on the other side of the suite. The bathroom was not as posh as the other suite but was well-appointed. The black granite counter contained a basket of cosmetics, body lotions and her favorite hair products. She leisurely picked through the basket when she remembered the letter on the counter. Thirty minutes! She straightened her back and pushed the door closed to reveal her uniform for the day. Expecting to see a stereotypical BDSM leather and chains getup, she was surprised by the white blouse and red plaid skirt which hung from padded hangers. Removing the shirt from the back of the door, she spotted a creamy lace strapless bra dangling from the hook. She smirked at the lack of panties provided in the ensemble.

  Mia shimmied into the outfit and secured her hair as requested. She twirled and examined herself in the vanity mirror. The skirt was so short she could see the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out from the hem of the wool skirt. Shoes, what about shoes? She scanned the tiled bathroom floor and spotted a sticky note stuck to the bottom of the door.

  Open the armoire and take your pick of heels.

  The edges of her lips upturned as she bounced to the armoire and swung one of the heavy doors open. Swallowing hard, she glanced over the contents. Whips, floggers, ropes, collars and chains hung neatly inside. She flipped open the second door, containing more of the same paraphernalia including implements she’d never seen before. Mia stepped back and shivered when her gaze came to rest in the middle of the armoire. No shelves or hooks adorned the space, just a black padded satin background with buckled straps at all four corners and one large leather belt attached in the middle. She fingered the cool material, then spied a panel of switches built into the side of the cabinet. She flipped one of the switches, wondering what would happen. A soft motor purred and the bottom half of the back of the armoire protruded into the room. The rumbling stopped when the middle strap lay flat on the newly formed platform. Mia’s heart raced as the purpose of the armoire feature registered in her mind.

  Chapter Two

  Asher’s leg bounced under the conference table. His pen tapped a matching beat on his leather folder in an attempt to fast forward to the end of the pr
esentation. The Satin Rose Experience was expanding into Rosebud’s Vegas location and his presence as president of SRE was required at the monthly status meeting. Normally, the detail driven Asher would’ve had a legal page full of questions written out, but his pad was clean. The thought of Mia waiting for him in Suite Five clouded his senses and his cock twitched, imagining her knockout legs extending from the schoolgirl skirt he picked out.

  “…in closing, the project is moving along and will open on time in December…” Finally! After making the rounds with the usual handshakes he pulled his suit jacket from the back of the leather chair and marched to the bank of elevators. Slipping the jacket on, he straightened his tie in the elevator’s mirrored doors. He hadn’t been able to wipe the grin from his face all morning. His assistant, Margaret, even made a comment about his unusually happy mood. He’d been charmed by Mia from the moment she walked into his office. Her pencil skirt and mile high stilettos accentuated every curve of her toned body. He’d yearned to touch the delicate alabaster skin of her neck below her glossy dark hair worn in a neat bun.

  Asher fingered the access card in his grasp as he sauntered toward Suite Five, stopping only at the control room before continuing to the door. He knocked once and was buzzed into the room. One of his most trusted security guards, Nate, sat at the control desk and nodded to Asher.

  “Hey, boss.”

  “Nate,” Asher stood with his arms crossed, surveying the monitors on the wall above the desk. Each of the ten screens was labeled with suite numbers. Suites One, Two and Nine were currently in use and on surveillance mode. The Dom in Suite One was in the middle of collaring his submissive. The two men in Suite Two had their female guest sandwiched between them in the hot tub. The feminine moans traveling through the audio indicated the woman enjoyed the men’s attention. The Suite Nine guests were finishing their session. Asher recognized them as the weatherman and sportscaster from a popular evening news show. They were each dressing in business suits, probably heading to the station’s offices a few blocks away.

  “Looks like everything is quiet this morning,” Asher said nodding his head. There were very few incidents requiring security’s intervention at Satin Rose. But Asher’s team was trained to take care of an occasional inexperienced Dom who didn’t understand the use of safe words. Cards containing each suite’s safe word were perched on the desk under their respective monitor and were one of the many requirements at The Satin Rose Experience.

  Asher glanced at the dark monitor for Suite Five and then down to the switch with the note that read ‘Do Not Touch’, which he’d personally attached earlier that morning.

  “Why don’t you take five and grab a cup of coffee. I’ve got this until you get back.”

  “Thanks, sir. I can use a break,” Nate stood up and swiftly left the control room.

  Asher waited for the door to close before pulling the note from the Suite Five switch. With a single finger he flipped the switch and watched the monitor come to life. He gasped when he saw Mia in her white blouse puckering around her full breasts. His heartbeat raced as his gaze shifted to the deep red skirt. She can really play the part. He chuckled when recalling the volley of direct messages passed back and forth with @MissiveMia just a few days earlier. Mia had admitted her curiosity for the D/s lifestyle to his Twitter alias, @MandAGuy. Her confession brought them to that point and he was more than happy to introduce her to his ways. He’d been pursuing her even before he knew of her penchant for submission, but when he discovered that side of Mia, there was no question. She had to be his. The fact that he was also in search of a candidate for the important client experience position sweetened the deal. He hoped like hell that she wouldn’t tell him to fuck off after this session. It was entirely possible since she’d never gone beyond plain vanilla sex before. He brushed his finger over her form on the monitor and watched her survey the contents of the armoire. From the looks of her body language, she was scared to death. A stab of guilt ripped through his stomach.

  Damn it, stay on course. Asher failed to follow his own rules with Mia the night before. He waved the white flag and surrendered his discipline plans along with the riding crop. Instead he had the hottest lovemaking session he’d ever experienced. In fact, it was probably the first time he truly made love and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Asher blew out a deep breath and flipped off the monitor with a soft click. He reattached the ‘Do Not Touch’ note as Nate walked through the door carrying a steamy mug. Asher touched his forehead with two fingers in a salute to Nate and headed toward Suite Five.

  Knowing Mia had not followed the directions, Asher fumbled with the access card in the door as a signal. The note explicitly said she should be in the far corner of the room waiting and another submissive would’ve paid dearly for that indiscretion. He planned to be tough on her during the session but scaring her away wasn’t the idea.

  *****

  Mia paced the room, her eyes darting around the tricked out armoire. A scraping at the door snapped her back into the present where she remembered she was supposed to be facing the corner. Shit! Shoes! She grabbed a pair of black stilettos from the bottom of the cabinet, jumped over the bed, slipped on her shoes and faced the wall just as the door opened. Blood rushed in her ears as she willed her breath to return to normal. Sounds of the soft swish from the fabric of his pants burned through her body. She thought she heard him chuckle as the soft cabinet motor sounded indicating he returned it to its original state. Two clicks rang in her ears as he closed the armoire.

  “Breathe, Mia. Deep breaths in and out,” Asher said slowly. His decadent voice washed over her.

  Mia inhaled a deep breath through her nose, allowing the cool air of the room to fill her lungs. She held the air captive in her chest for a moment and slowly blew it out through her lips as though she were blowing out a candle.

  “Better?”

  Mia jerked her head to the side and nodded.

  “Turn around.”

  She swiveled on her stilettos, squaring her shoulders, and stared directly into his eyes, determined not to show signs of the terror that rose in her throat. Searching his face, she looked for a hint of what to expect from Dom Asher Cane. His eyes gave nothing away, however his jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze burned a path up her body.

  “You look beautiful,” he said hoarsely while unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the satin lined material.

  It was Mia’s turn to take her own visual journey over Asher’s body when he turned and hung his jacket on the knob of the armoire. His impeccably tailored pants fit perfectly around his ass and tapered at his waist. His white broadcloth shirt hugged snugly around his muscular back and shoulders and the ends of his straight dark hair skimmed the pressed collar. Nervous excitement filled her belly when he turned and sauntered toward her. Moisture flooded her core as he unbuttoned the cuff of his right sleeve and methodically rolled the thick material of his shirt to expose his tanned forearms sprinkled with dark hairs.

  “Training starts now, Mia. To do the job of Vice President of Client Services at SRE you must know what your clients will experience. They will come to you for information, advice and counsel. The only way you can truly help them is if you’ve experienced it yourself, to feel what they’ll feel. So, what do you think of Suite Five?” Asher asked, unknotting his tie and pulling it from his collar.

  “It’s cold, both physically and visually. It’s not very comfortable.”

  Asher grinned and nodded while draping the tie over his jacket. “Then it does its job. That’s exactly how it should feel in here. The submissive is supposed to feel physically insecure in this suite to help grow his or her trust in the Dominant.” He turned, locked eyes with Mia and sauntered toward her. “I hope to gain more of your trust today.”

  Mia took a deep breath and her shoulders began to relax.

  “Having said that, I’m sticking to the plan. Not like last night. Training is mandatory for this position and if I can�
�t control myself and train you properly, someone else will have to do it. I won’t have that. No one else touches you. Do you understand?”

  “Of course,” Mia whispered. She couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.

  “You remember our safe word, Mia?”

  She nodded and stared into his dark brown eyes.

  “Thorn.”

  “Yes and please use it when you need to. Don’t think of it as a show of failure or fear. It’s the only way I’m going to understand your limits. Any questions before we begin?”

  Mia’s eyes darted around the stark suite. “Cameras?”

  Asher grinned. “The camera is in the mirror…” He strode to the large mirror where the note was placed and pointed. “It’s off and security is instructed to leave it off, unless you prefer to have it on,” he said and raised his eyebrows.

  “No. No camera. This is going to be hard enough for me.”

  “The purpose of the surveillance is not so that our security can watch, believe me; they’ve seen so much that it’s like watching a baseball game to them. It’s for the safety of our clients.”

  “I understand but I still don’t like it. Plus I don’t feel unsafe with you,” Mia said with a shy smile.

  He stepped toward her while unbuckling his belt. “I’m glad to hear that. Now turn around.”

  She smiled at him and turned to face the wall once again. His silky, commanding voice washed over her body and soaked the juncture between her legs. Strong hands immediately kneaded at her shoulders and down her arms. Warmth sank into her flesh and she leaned back to capture more of his body heat. She relaxed momentarily but was snapped back on guard when his powerful hands encircled her ribcage and his fingers slipped between the buttons of her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as buttons popped from their stitching and flew in different directions. She sucked in a breath as he rid her of her shirt in one fluid motion.