PrimevalPassion

Cyna
Kade

Julia has never met a man who can
keep up with her sexual needs. Alex has never met a woman he couldn’t conquer
and control. Sparks fly when Julia moves to Primeval Lake.

To fulfill the terms of her grandfather’s
will, Julia must live at the lake for a year. Alex wants to help her survive—in
exchange for Julia’s surrender. He wants to subdue and dominate her. He won’t
accept anything less than her full consent for any sexual game he might like to
play.

Julia fears giving any man that
much control. She’s been disappointed before, why should she believe Alex is
different? Complicating her decision, Alex wants to buy her cabin. Its purchase
would give him complete control of the lake.

Does Alex really want Julia or just
her cabin? As Julia wrestles with this question, Alex decides he can’t wait any
longer and forces Julia to face her fears and make a decision.

Inside Scoop:
Contains exhibition
scenes and a very light female/female encounter.

A Romantica®
BDSM erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Author Note

This book is a work of fiction. It does not accurately
portray BDSM or true Dom/sub relationships. Please practice safe, sane and
consensual sex.

Julia Theresa Tilman turned at the sound of a deep male
voice. She couldn’t take her eyes off the man even though she didn’t normally
find blonds attractive. A quick, throaty laugh briefly exposed the long, thick
column of his neck. His hair wasn’t too long or too short. He needed a shave
but looked good anyway. The T-shirt he wore was tight enough to highlight a
broad chest and powerful hard-looking arms. His masculinity was not worn on
just the outside. She could see it went deep into his core. He held the eyes of
his companions even as he commanded Julia’s attention. The man was mesmerizing.
Julia ached for him, her arousal instantaneous and sharp. When he glanced up, her
face flushed but she didn’t lower her gaze. She held firm for a long moment.

His ice-blue eyes twinkled as if he knew a secret. Julia spiraled
into a deep fathomless pool brimming with possibilities. Her arousal was always
close to the surface and she enjoyed sex but she rarely went after a man. This
time though she wanted to leap without looking, trusting that he’d keep her
safe. She was just about to step toward him when her arm was grabbed and she
was physically turned away from the alluring man.

“Honey, you stay away from that man. Don’t even think about
talking to him.” Maggie’s frown emphasized her words.

Julia started. She’d never heard Maggie speak badly about
anyone. “Why should I stay away?”

“There are stories about what he does out at the lake. About
what goes on.”

“At the lake? I’ve never seen him there before.”

“You haven’t been here in a couple of years. Been a lot of
changes…not all of them good.” Maggie shook her head. “Didn’t your grandfather
write to you?”

“He told me the summer people were changing things but he
really didn’t elaborate.”

“Honey, the summer people aren’t just summer people anymore.
That one, Alex Thornton,” Maggie nodded toward the table where the blond man
sat, “lives here all year long and he’s the driving force behind the changes.
His group is taking over and they don’t have our morals. There’s something
strange about them even if they look like us. You sensed it too, didn’t you? The
larger than normal presence, as if he’s a man but something more too.”

Julia didn’t answer, she just cast a slanted glance at the
blond. He wasn’t looking at her. He had his head down, engaged in a
conversation with the other men at the table.

Maggie continued, “He’s behind it all. He’s bought up a big
chunk of the land around the lake. He planted a bunch of cabins on the north
side and a mansion on the west side. Lots of work for the locals. Lots of money
floating around… That’s why he can get away with anything. You wouldn’t believe
the rumors about his mansion and what goes on there.”

“What kind of rumors?” Julia’s interest sharpened. The man
was hot, charismatic and dangerous. His sexuality called to her senses. She
wondered if she could play with him without being burned.

“Bad things. You don’t want anything to do with that crowd.
Your grandfather certainly wouldn’t approve of you socializing with them. He
tried to stop the development but…well he was tired and not healthy. He couldn’t
do much.”

“Is that why…” Julia wasn’t quite ready to talk about the
terms of her grandfather’s will.

“Why what, honey?”

“Why didn’t he tell me the whole story? I would have come.”

“He knew you needed to live your life, not his. ’Sides, you
know he never asked for help.”

“True, but I feel like I should have been here.”

“Honey, you’re here now. That’s all that matters. Just keep
away from that lot.” Her lips compressed into a disapproving line.

Maggie finished packing up Julia’s purchases.

Julia had just arrived in the village and decided to stop at
Maggie’s before continuing on to her grandfather’s cabin. Maggie ran a small
restaurant and store on the east side of the lake. She carried a little bit of
everything and the restaurant was always filled. It was the heart and hub of
the lake. Or it used to be. Julia looked around and realized there weren’t many
locals at the five tables. She didn’t recognize anyone and had a scary thought.
“Billy still runs a taxi, doesn’t he?”

“Not full time. Not anymore. There isn’t enough of a call
for his services—oh, your grandfather’s boat is still at the cabin, isn’t it?
You need a ride, don’t you?”

Julia nodded.

Maggie moved to the phone on the wall behind her. “Let me
call Billy. I’m sure he’ll do it for you.” She dialed, talked for a few minutes
then hung up and turned back to Julia. “You’re in luck. He just finished a
service job and he’d be happy to take you out.”

“Thanks, Maggie. It’s really good to be back.”

“Good to have you. You just take care of yourself and let me
know if you need anything.”

Julia picked up the box of supplies. She briefly thought
about stopping at her vehicle but she had her backpack and it contained
everything she’d need for tonight. Besides, she had her hands full with the
supplies. She’d get the rest of her stuff tomorrow when she moved the SUV to
long-term parking. In the meantime, it would be safe in Maggie’s parking lot.
She headed to the dock.

Alexander watched Maggie say goodbye to the woman who’d been
staring at him. He knew Maggie had warned the woman off. The townies didn’t
particularly like his values but they certainly loved his money.

He wanted to know the woman’s identity. She was bold and
intelligence had gleamed out of her deep-brown eyes when they’d locked gazes.
Smooth black hair flowed over her backpack and reached nearly to her waist. He
wondered if her tanned complexion was a result of the sun or if it covered all
her body. Her trim figure, tight buttocks and large breasts made his hands
itch.

He wanted to strip her naked and see if she looked as good
without the jeans and T-shirt.

He wanted to see if she could follow orders. Intelligent
submissives were his preferred partners. He loved controlling their spirit and
fight. He wanted to be close enough to feel her softness.

Lithe muscles rippled in her arms as she picked up a large
box of supplies and walked outside. If she was buying supplies—a goodly amount
of supplies—it meant she was staying in the area. Alex stood.

He told his companions, “Finish breakfast. I’ll be back in a
few minutes. There’s something I want to do.” He walked to the front of the
store.

Maggie stepped in front of him before he could leave to
follow the woman.

“She’s not for you.” Maggie stood with her hands on her
ample hips, her chin tilted defiantly.

Maggie was short and Alex was tall. The tip of her head
barely reached his mid-chest area. Her spirit amused him. He bet she’d been a
hellcat when she was younger. Alex liked her spirit so he stopped to talk to
her instead of ignoring her. He tipped his head down. “Who is she?”

“Not for you.”

“Why are you protecting her? Who is she, Maggie love?”

Maggie tightened her lips and shook her head.

“Be that way,” Alex said. “You know I’ll find out.” He
stepped around Maggie and left the store.

Alex scanned the street but he didn’t spot the woman. He
heard the roar of a motor and headed toward the docks. Sure enough, the woman
was in Billy’s boat. Alex smiled. So the woman lived on the lake. He mentally
checked off the possibilities.

He owned the entire north and west sides of the lake and he knew
she wasn’t a guest of his. On the east side was the town. On the south side, there
were only three cabins in a five-mile stretch. He was in the process of buying
two of those cabins, leaving only one possibility. He might not know the woman’s
name but he knew where she lived.

The neighborly thing to do would be to pay her a visit. A
visit to her isolated cabin, where Maggie wasn’t around to run interference,
suited him just fine. This was an unexpected development and he loved
challenges. He nodded and made his way back to the restaurant to pick up his
friends. They were expecting a new recruit and she should be here any time now.

* * * * *

Charlene’s hands shook as she dragged her suitcase out of
the taxi. The town was a little beaten and old but she didn’t care as she headed
toward the dock. The instructions had been very explicit. Take a taxi to the
town. Go to the dock. Wait. Someone would meet her.

Her skin crawled with excitement. She was honored to get an
invitation. She’d been told how exclusive the lake complex was and how few
people were accepted. She’d applied not really knowing what she was getting
herself into but it had sounded like such a grand adventure. The ad had been
brief.

Explore your submissive side in a loving, supportive
environment. All safety protocols honored.

She had called the number listed. The formality and rigidity
of the application process had been intimidating but she’d been determined. She
wanted to explore her submissive side. She wanted an experienced dominant man
to teach her. In the small town where she’d grown up, no such man existed. Oh she
knew men who’d be happy to slap her around but even as inexperienced as she
was, she knew that was not the same. So she’d applied and fought her way
through the process, including all the medical testing, until finally the
lawyer had told her she had been accepted. She thought back to that exciting
and frightening day.

“You have to sign a contract,” the lawyer said. “I’ll read
it to you. Can’t have you saying you didn’t know what you were getting into.”
He paused. “You do realize this isn’t a normal BDSM club, don’t you?” He held
up a hand before Charlene could reply. “For the record, BDSM stands for
bondage, discipline, domination, submission, sadism and masochism. So I’ll
repeat the question. You do realize this isn’t a normal BDSM club, don’t you?”

“Well I’ve never been to that type of club so I wouldn’t
know the difference,” she replied.

“Good. You’ll have less to unlearn.” He looked down and started
reading.

The first sentence threw her a little. “Hidden cameras will
record your entire visit.”

“Wait, you mean you’re going to have a record of everything?”

The lawyer nodded. “Yes. We don’t want you later claiming
that something happened when it didn’t.”

“How can I be sure it won’t end up on the internet? I don’t
want this public.”

“It’s all accounted for. If you’ll let me finish?”

Charlene nodded.

“The record will never be made public. Should the record
ever make it to a public venue, the above named person will be paid one million
dollars to cover damages.” The lawyer paused. “Is that a sufficient guarantee?”

“One million? Yes…yes, that works.”

The lawyer nodded and continued.

At a few places, Charlene hesitated. Submissive games were
new. She’d fantasized a lot but her fantasies didn’t begin to cover the things
he asked. Together they worked their way through a long list of items. Would
she give oral sex? That was an easy yes. Would she receive anal sex? She said
maybe and the lawyer said maybe was not an answer so she’d said yes. The list
went on and on. She wondered if the lawyer got off on reading it. She almost
asked but his demeanor didn’t invite questions.

The contract was explicit and detailed. She’d never heard of
many of the items and even with a description, she wasn’t exactly certain what
she was agreeing to in places but she wanted to find out. The questions
certainly fueled more fantasies. She was squirming by the time the lawyer had
finished. Her hand shook a little as she signed the contract. Then she went
home to pack and imagine some dominant man doing all those things to her. She
couldn’t wait for the games to start.

Charlene shook her head and came back to the present. She
wouldn’t have to wait much longer. There weren’t any people at the dock. It was
an old wooden thing that didn’t look too steady. She wondered if her spiked
heels would go right through the wood. She put her suitcase down and, as
instructed, she waited for someone to show up.

* * * * *

Julia gasped as Billy’s boat rounded the curve to head out
into the open lake. The entire north side of the lake was dotted with cabins.
The forest no longer came to the shore. Parts of it had been cut way back. The
cabins had a clear space behind them. It was a good firebreak but it made the
area look denuded and bare. Space for a road, Julia realized as she spotted a
car driving behind the cabins.

At the west end of the lake stood a large mansion. Glass
panes set in silvered strips covered the entire east side. They soared three
stories high. How did they keep the place warm in the winter with all that
exposed glass? Julia was beginning to understand Maggie’s disdain and she had a
feeling she wasn’t going to like her new neighbors any more than Maggie did.

As if the cabins, road and glass monstrosity weren’t enough,
a seaplane bobbed in the lake and three twenty-eight-foot boats rested at the
dock structure. Jet skis beached the shore. Apparently forest noise wasn’t
enough for the new residents. Motorized toys would wreck the ambiance of the
lake.

Julia frowned. No wonder Maggie was upset. Primeval Lake
wasn’t so primeval anymore. One of the attractions of the lake had been its
wilderness characteristics. Trees had marched to the lake. Insect chirps and
birdcalls used to fill the air with raucous noise. Now they were subdued as if
they feared the new residents. The north and west sides of the lake looked like
a small city. The primitive features were gone.

At least the south shore was still the same. The woods crept
to the lakeshore with no sign of civilization. So the intruders got the
pristine views while the natives looked out on urban pollution.

Billy brought the boat around to her grandfather’s dock. He
cut the engine and drifted in. He threw a rope around a pillar and brought the
boat close enough for Julia to exit.