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  Copyright© 2013 Alaska Angelina

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-587-7

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JC Chute

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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 Stacey and everyone at Evernight Publishing. Thank you for giving The 30 Day Sub a chance. And to the readers. I hope you all enjoy Torrance and Cate's story as much as I loved writing it.

  THE 30 DAY SUB

  Alaska Angelini

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  As a club, Wet Dreams was like any other BDSM establishment Torrance had ever been to. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a big, abandoned warehouse, but on the inside it was a master-and-submissive paradise.

  Women hung, suspended, from intricately tied ropes. The art was beautiful, and their skin pressing against the bright-colored nylon was downright arousing. Past the public and private rooms where couples and singles divulged their every fantasy, sat a large open area full of tables. The regulars were in their usual spots. Some were explaining the fundamentals of their passion to curious newbies, while others were laughing and catching up on their mundane everyday lives after a boring week at work.

  Torrance smiled and felt the thrill of coming to his favorite spot. It was the only place he felt at home. Where he was completely accepted for the darkness within him. When he was only twenty-four, he hadn’t been sure what he needed out of his sex life. He’d searched high and low, for someone to complete that missing piece of himself. That’s when he’d met his first mistress. She’d taught him things he’d never dreamed of. It was the only time he’d ever been submissive to anyone. But he didn’t regret it.

  Now at the age of thirty-four, he was the most sought-after Dom there was. Not only with ladies, but the men as well. Word got around quickly in the community. All thanks to his first sub, Trinity. If he had to admit it, he hadn’t done a good enough job with her, since she was so willing to open her mouth. But nothing negative had come from it. Quite the opposite: She’d told everyone she knew about what a fantastic fuck he was. That she’d tested him for weeks with every intention of breaking him, and yet, he’d mastered her against all odds. It was a great ego boost, but one he could have done without.

  All Torrance had ever wanted was long-time sub. Someone he could come home to after a long workday who’d get a thrill out of pleasing him at every turn. One who would be waiting for him, just the way he wanted. Wearing the clothes he’d specifically picked out for her. Compliant … Beautiful. Yes. That was the dream. Unfortunately, lately he’d had nothing but first-timers who were more interested in dipping their vanilla toes in his chocolate milk.

  If he was looking for a quick fuck, with someone who wanted to indulge in a fantasy they weren’t even into once they got a taste of the pain, then he would have opened an account on a Web site and handpicked from there. But this was his life. Literally. He wanted more. Needed a sub, who was not only ready to submit her body to him, but her heart and soul––the real deal.

  Laughter rang out loudly at the table he was headed for. Henrietta, Justin, Benjamin, and Penelope were on one side, and Dr. Mike on the other, saving Torrance’s regular spot.

  “We were just talking about you,” Justin said, loudly. He always had been a speak-at-the-top-of-his-voice kind of guy, but Torrance liked that about him. Even though Justin was loud, his heart was accepting of almost anyone, no matter what lifestyle or kink they preferred.

  “Oh, yeah. What about?” Torrance sat down in the chair next to Doc, and motioned for the waitress to bring him a beer. The dance floor, to their right, was at the back of the room, but even from their distance, the music made it hard to hear. He noticed he was talking just as loud as Justin. Hell, the guy probably was half deaf from coming here for so long.

  The older man stroked his hand down Henrietta’s hair while she kneeled on the ground before him. “The Doc has a new project you might be interested in. He has a sub, and she needs training. I told him, who better to do the job than you? I mean there’s not a girl you can’t mold. I’ve seen the last few you’ve had. Their masters are very pleased.”

  Yeah, the last few: Jill, Paige, and Natalie. He hated that it hadn’t worked out with them. They had been so obedient, so very perfect in the eyes of most masters. Yet he was just missing something with each of them. They’d picked up on it too, and had decided it was best to move on.

  Torrance looked over at Doc. “Why don’t you train her yourself? You’re a good master.”

  The fifty-year-old shook his shaved head and sighed. “I don’t have nearly enough time to do it right. You know that, Tor. I need someone who’s at home a lot more than I am, to get her into a routine.”

  Dread was slowly creeping in. He knew from the looks on all of their faces, they weren’t going to stop bugging him about it until he said yes. Benjamin rested his hands on the table and leaned closer. Right before he spoke, the waitress placed Torrance’s beer before him.

  “I’d bring her in and train her myself, but Penny and I are working on our own things. Plus, we don’t bring other girls into our bed. Haven’t, since the first year of marriage. Sorry, bud.”

  “Come on, you guys.” Torrance took a long drink of his beer. He looked over at Doc. “You know what that entails, right? To train her, she’d have to be mine. Completely. You want me to claim her, and just hand her back over to you once I’m done?”

  He rolled his eyes. “The story is kind of complicated. You see I don’t necessarily want her for myself. I said I’d be her master for training. Not permanently. Her real master is in Brazil. He’ll be back in a few weeks.”

  “Wait.” Torrance held up his hand. “How did this come about?”

  Doc shrugged. “Hell, I don’t know.” He took a drink of beer. “About a month ago over coffee, somehow the whole Dom/sub thing got brought up. Cate practically begged me to find her a master. If you knew Cate, you’d know how out of character it was for her to be so outspoken. She just doesn’t talk about things like that. But I saw her passion. Her need.” Doc shrugged. “Well, being the nice guy I am, I found her one. Then I offered to train her before he got home. The guy wants experienced. I told him I could do it. Now, I just want to kick myself.”

  Torrance went to open his mouth, but Doc cut him off. “Listen, I know Cate. The way she talked, she’s the real deal. She’s wanted this life for a long time now. I just feel bad about telling her no, because of how excited she is. I thought maybe if you could train her, then she’d be ready to go before Christopher gets back. It would crush her if I refused her when she’s so excited. You owe me, buddy… Are you forgetting the Dominguez account?”

  “Doc,” Torrance groaned. “I knew that was going to come back to haunt me. So, how ‘vanilla’ are we talking?”

  Doc smiled, uneasily. “Let’s just say, she’s pretty much translucent. Not even vanilla. That would give her too much experience. But besides that, you have to take in who she is on the inside. She’s perfect, Tor. I promise you.”

  “Dammit, Doc.” Even though Torrance displayed an annoyance, he couldn’t help but feel curious about this woman. “Tell me more about her.”

  “Cate’s a nurse. She works per diem at the hospit
al. Very quiet most of the time. I don’t think we spoke at all for the first year. And she worked full time, then.” Doc smiled and finished off his beer. “Let’s see. She’s twenty-nine years old. Been married once. Long story. I actually remember when she went through her divorce. It was a pretty brutal mess. She’s had a very hard last few years.” He paused. “Anyway, no kids … dark hair, and gorgeous, green eyes. Nice curves. Did I sum everything up?”

  “As much as you can, I guess.” Torrance went over what he’d just learned in his head. Taking on a new sub definitely had its benefits. It wasn’t too hard to train one. Not if they fit the mold that this woman seemed to. She was naturally quiet, or so Doc seemed to think. That was definitely a plus. She’d be hell of a lot easier than, say, a woman who loved to spend her days in the club, partying it up. And that was how a lot in the scene were lately. It was rather disheartening for a master looking for a good thing. The only drawback was the connection. She’d have to trust him. Put her heart into everything they did together. That could be dangerous for both of them.

  Torrance glanced over to Doc. “I’m not saying I’ll do it, but have her meet me tomorrow at Benny’s Diner. Noon. We’ll see how it goes.”

  A smile came to the man’s face. “You’ll do it because you owe me. Just don’t worry. She’s very easy on the eyes. And look at it this way: it’s temporary. A month isn’t a long time at all. You get her trained, and then she’ll be skipping along right into her master’s arms…or at his feet. Whatever.”

  Could Torrance simply hand over a sub he’d spent his time on, training, for another man to enjoy? Yeah, it kind of happened that way with his last three subs, but something about him was different now. He could feel it. If he wanted to be truthful, he and his women had only ever really been in the moment. He wasn’t so sure that’s where his head or heart could be anymore.

  Chapter Two

  The diner was packed with the lunch crowd as Cate made her way through the entrance. Waitresses were rushing to and from the tables. Bus boys were gathering empty plates and placing them in the tubs. The atmosphere was so hectic that it put her nerves more on edge than they already were.

  She scanned the area, looking for the man Dr. Michael Henry had said would be waiting for her. Supposedly, he wanted to interview her to see if she was worth training. The thought was downright terrifying. She’d longed to be taken control of, yet she couldn’t deny that the hardest part was going to be the trust. Her ex had really done a number on her. It’d been three years since their divorce, and she knew that giving herself to this lifestyle was just the trick to sweep her past under the rug, for good. If she could get over her trust issues, she was free. She could start over, and be a new person.

  Dr. Henry said Torrance had dirty blond hair, and was a little over six feet. He was supposedly in great shape. As her eyes scanned the area, she didn’t see a single person fitting that description. Cate craned her neck and looked towards the back of the room. Her gaze settled on a man who literally took her breath away. Her heart all but stopped at his dark stare.

  There he sat, dressed in a suit. One of his arms was on the table, holding onto the handle of a white coffee cup. The other hovered a few inches off the surface, and his finger was crooked and motioning her forward. The way his eyes raked across her body, she could have sworn he was undressing her right there in front of all these strangers.

  Cate forced herself forward. It was a hard task. The heels she wore made it feel like she was wading through mud. Her legs did not want to work at all.

  People rushed past, but Cate kept her head down. The less contact that she made with anyone’s stare, the easier she could just float through without drawing any attention. She wasn’t sure why she was like this, but had been for as long as she could remember. It didn’t help that she had a fear of people, courtesy of her ex. When it came to her life, she was beyond boring. All Cate ever did was work, and stay at home watching TV. The excitement was certainly lacking from her life.

  As she approached the table, she brought her gaze up. A startling deep blue stared back at her, and she wouldn’t dare return the contact. She looked back down and slid into the booth. “You must be Torrance.” Cate swallowed hard and met his stare long enough to shake his hand. She kept her eyes on his face, but not his eyes. At least, not for long.

  “You’re not what I was expecting.”

  The words caught her off guard. She forced herself to really look at him. The full lips were slightly twisted from the mask of confusion on his face. His nose was narrow and straight. Power radiated from his gorgeous face. She could feel it all the way across the table.

  “I’m sorry,” Cate said quietly. “I thought maybe Dr. Henry explained me better. I completely understand if you don’t want to… She looked around nervously. “You know.”

  A slight smile came to his face. “Train you?”

  “Yes.” Heat filled her face.

  “Look at me, Cate. I want you to say it. Tell me you want me to train you.” He leaned forward and his finger brought her chin up. As he began to trace his thumb over her lower lip, she couldn’t think straight. All she could do was stare, like a deer in the headlights.

  “Cate.” He waited, and she shook her head, trying to snap herself out of the weird spell she was under.

  “I want you to train me.” Her response was barely audible even to her own ears. The rise and fall of her chest was deep while she tried to control the adrenaline rushing through her.

  “Louder.” The tender touch of his hand cupped her face and she shivered as his fingers pushed into her hair. With a swipe of his thumb, he separated her lips. Cate could feel herself shaking. It’d been years since the last time a man had actually touched her.

  She cleared her throat and felt her back straighten. Her head lifted high and she didn’t break contact with his eyes. “I want you to train me.”

  A big smile covered his face, and his touch was suddenly gone. “Good girl. You move in with me immediately.” He handed her a piece of paper, and a key. “I have some things I have to take care of––”

  “Wait,” Cate shook her head. “Move in? I wasn’t aware this was a live-in situation. I’m not sure I can do that.”

  He stared at her quietly. The expression he was giving her let her know she’d done something wrong.

  “Stand up and come kneel before me. Right here.” He pointed to the floor next to his seat.

  Cate looked at him, horrified. Her eyes scanned the crowded diner. Fear like she’d never known before had her breaking out into a sweat. Dammit. She wanted this. Yet, everything in her was too scared to move into action.

  “I’m waiting, Cate. You either listen, or you get punished.” He took a drink of his coffee. “Do I need to take you into the restroom and give you a good spanking to get to you to obey?”

  The panic she’d felt earlier intertwined with a delicious heat. “Is that the choice? Kneel or be spanked?”

  He nodded. “It is.”

  Cate was standing before her mind could talk her out of it. She headed for the restroom. Torrance’s presence pushed against her back, and she knew he was following. Before she could turn to the ladies’ room, he pushed open the door to the men’s and swept her inside, locking the door. Cate’s back was slammed into the far wall, and his hands locked around her thighs, right below her ass. He pulled her up to straddle him and she couldn’t stop the shock she felt.

  She wasn’t necessarily a skinny person. She knew she was slightly overweight, yet the way he handled her made her feel as light as a feather.

  “Kiss me, and then receive your punishment.”

  Torrance might have been a complete stranger, but her body didn’t care one bit. The wetness between her legs was proof of that. Slowly, Cate bent and pressed her lips against his. He pulled back and narrowed his eyes. “That’s what you call a kiss? No. When I tell you to kiss me, I mean it. This isn’t junior high. You say you want to be my sub. Prove it. Kiss me and show me that I’m no
t wasting my time with you.”

  Just the thought that she’d end up letting him down drove her forward. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled his mouth to hers. Her tongue swept into his with all the hunger she’d harbored over the last three lonely years of her life. For every night she’d cried herself to sleep because she wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, or why her life had taken the turn that it did. So many emotions swept through and before she knew it, Torrance’s fingers were digging into her thighs painfully.

  “Good girl.” He lowered her and spun her around to the sink. “Now look at our reflection as you receive your punishment.”

  The white dress she was wearing was suddenly lifted and she felt her panties pulled down. Torrance lowered the flimsy garment and made her step out of them. He held them up in the reflection and showed them to her. “These are mine. When we’re out, you’re not to wear them again.” He stuffed them in his pocket and then the first slap had her eyes flying open. It had come from nowhere, or maybe she thought he’d warn her.

  Throbbing erupted in her heat as he connected, again. It was in the same spot, and the fire had her biting her lip.

  “Are you going to cut me off the next time I speak?” Cate jumped at the new sting on the other side of her ass. His hand messaged into her skin and she was barely aware that she’d moaned.

  “No.”

  Again he spanked her and a cry came from her mouth. “When I ask you a question, you respond by addressing me as ‘Master’. Now say it, Cate. Say, ‘No, Master’.”

  “No, Master.” She held in the tears that threatened to spill. Her ass was positively ablaze with tingly hotness.

  “That a girl.” Fingers caressed over her nearly numb skin and the closer he got to her pussy, the more Cate could feel herself leaning toward his touch. “You want me.” The tips of his fingers traced down her wet slit. “You’re so hot and ready. God, I could fuck you right here.” His eyes rose from her most private areas and connected with her heavy gaze. “But you want that too badly. You’ll wait until I say it’s time.”