Control (Changing Roles Book 2) by Ellie Masters

Author:Ellie Masters [Masters, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Private Investigator Romance, Changing Roles, BDSM, Murder Mystery & Suspense, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Adult Themes, Bachelor, Single Woman, Sensual Story Theme, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Action & Adventure, Serial Killer, The Mistress of Pain, Undercover Submissive
Publisher: JEM Publishing
Published: 2018-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Kate

I woke to the sound of someone pounding at my door. Stiff muscles protested, and a sore backside screamed for me to stay exactly as I was.

Do not get out of bed.

If the idiot at the door would stop knocking, I could stay curled up under my covers. Instead, I found myself rolling, grumbling and cursing, out of bed. I wrapped a robe around myself, surprised how much the silk sliding over my skin could hurt.

Jake’s punishment had me bruised, aching, and swollen, and I was confused as all hell. Nothing about our time last night made sense. Soft and tender at the beginning, he’d turned into exactly what I’d craved at the end, but his hardness and brutality hadn’t fulfilled me.

If anything, I’d crawled out from under his belt feeling emptier than I had when he’d held me so tenderly in his arms. I should have been floating in masochistic bliss, yet it had been his kisses that had starred in my dreams and not his belt.

For too many years, I’d been denying myself the mind-numbing sanctuary of pain. Jake delivered exactly what I craved. So why did I feel so bereft and empty? Dare I say it—but I felt cheated.

Blinking away the vestiges of sleep, I made my way to the incessant thumping at my front door. Each stuttering step splintered my thoughts in a thousand directions. The reality of submission was turning out nothing like the memories from my past. Maybe I’d just become better at delivering others to that psychological destination than finding it myself.

Maybe I was overthinking this.

The pounding intensified.

“I’m coming!”

I was going to kill the motherfucker on the other side of that door. Who thought it was okay to wake me so early?

A quick peek through the peephole revealed Pete standing with his partner, the bitter woman who seemed to hate everyone and anyone. How Janice made it anywhere in the world with such a sour disposition amazed me. She had to have some redeeming quality because in a male-dominated field, she’d made detective.

We shared that accomplishment. Which meant she was smart and tough, like me. So who was I to judge her perpetually sour disposition? We were cut from the same cloth.

A glance down confirmed I was covered. I’d rather not be welcoming Janice in a robe, but at another loud rapping of Pete’s knuckles, it became clear I wouldn’t have much choice. I unlocked the dead bolt and released the chain.

I opened the door and greeted them. “What the fuck, Pete?” Okay, maybe not my usual warm welcome, but this was Pete. He knew my moods, especially my early morning one.

My ass hurt like hell. “What are you doing here so damn early in the morning?”

Janice was dressed in her typical severe dark pantsuit and had her black hair tied back in a bun. The usual frown sat plastered on her face. She turned her wrist over and glanced at her watch. She stared at me hard like I’d done something wrong.

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