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  Topping the Domme

  Crime and Punishment Book 1

  by Trista Ann Michaels

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Published By: Trista Ann Michaels

  Topping the Domme

  Copyright © 2013 by Trista Ann Michaels

  Digital Release: November 2013

  Editorial Services by: Taliesin Publishing Services

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  ENTWINED FATES

  Captive

  Star Crossed

  Crossing the Line

  Destined For Two

  Remember Me

  Mercenary

  Slaves

  Her Pirate Master

  Up In Flames

  Dominating Miya

  Romantic Suspense

  Social Prey

  Fast and Furious

  Darkness Falls

  Dead Reckoning

  Leave Me Breathless

  Their One and Only

  FANTASY SERIES

  Fantasy Bar

  Fantasy Resort

  SPARK OF MAGIC SERIES

  Spark of Magic

  Blood Rite

  Deadly Crimson

  To Die For

  Lost Without Them

  Nature of the Beasts

  NOVELLAS AND SHORTS

  Cursed by Desire

  Wicked Lies

  It's Only Physical

  Divine Intervention

  Callie's Sexy Surprise

  Holiday Love Lessons

  Shutter

  Genie in a Bottle

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  I want to give a special thanks to Jeannine C. for all her invaluable help with Topping the Domme. I owe you coffee, girlfriend. Also to my editor Georgia. It’s so great to be working together again. This one is to all my readers who love the Doms. I hope you enjoy. Trista

  Chapter One

  Karina sat in the darkened corner of her favorite BDSM club. She absently ran her fingers through the hair of one of her many male submissives, Ben, as he knelt on the floor by her feet. She knew he was disappointed in her lack of desire to play, but he’d stayed by her side anyway.

  Her heart wasn’t in it tonight, nor had it been for a while. If the truth were known, she probably should’ve stayed at home, but the idea of sitting in front of the television hadn’t appealed to her, either. As much as she hated to admit it, maybe being a Domme wasn’t the right thing for her. But if not, then what was?

  “Mistress Kay?”

  She looked down at Ben and smoothed back a lock of hair that had fallen over his brow. He had pretty, deep brown eyes and a body that would make any woman pant, but…his submissiveness didn’t turn her on. Not like it should. What did a Domme do when topping men didn’t work anymore?

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She smiled at the concern on his face. “I’m fine, Ben. Just tired, I think. It was a rough day today.”

  That wasn’t completely a lie. Her arm still hurt a little from when she’d clotheslined the suspect she’d been chasing. She leaned forward and put her finger under his chin, tipping his face up. She placed a soft kiss against his lips and sighed. “Go find another Domme to satisfy tonight, Ben.”

  “But…did I do something wrong, Mistress Kay?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “No, sweetheart. I’ve just got a lot on my mind, and I’m afraid I’m not very good to you at the moment.”

  “You’re always good to me.”

  She smiled and rubbed her finger along his cheek, enjoying the feel of his stubble as it grazed across her skin. “Go. Have fun. That’s not a request.”

  He nodded and climbed gracefully to his feet. Her gaze dropped over his washboard stomach and the thick cock she could see behind the loincloth he wore tonight. She smiled at the outfit. He looked like a caveman with that body and shaggy haircut.

  As he walked away, she pursed her lips in thought and absently slapped at her boot with the riding crop she kept in her left hand. She’d initially picked it up from the toy room with the intent to use it on Ben, but once she got here, she didn’t have the stomach.

  What’s wrong with me?

  Her phone beeped, and she pulled it from her pocket, thinking it might be work. She immediately saw the Skype address and smiled.

  Hitting the talk button, she waited for her friend’s face to pop up on screen. “Hey, doll,” Karina said. “How’s Hot’lanta?”

  “Hot,” her friend, Navy Lieutenant Shandra Sims, said with a grin, her hazel eyes dancing.

  Shandra was one of those pretty cheerleader types, with long blonde hair that curled softly, a face that reminded Karina of a china doll, and a laugh that never failed to draw attention.

  “How’s the club tonight?” Shandra asked.

  “Well,” Karina said as she turned the phone, allowing her friend to see the crowded dance floor. “As you can see, it’s hopping as usual.”

  “Girl, boss Dom would kick your ass if he saw you do that,” Shandra said with a grin.

  She turned the phone back to her face. “I won’t tell if you don’t. What do you have planned tonight while on vaca?”

  “I’m going back to this new BDSM club I checked out last night. Wow, Kay. You should see this place.”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s very high end, very exclusive, but probabl
y has over a thousand members.”

  “How did you get in?”

  “My cousin knows the owner.”

  “Ah,” Karina said with a nod. “Any good Doms?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Shandra said with a smile. “There’s this one in particular that I’m hoping to get with tonight.”

  Karina couldn’t seem to shake the concern that worked its way through her gut. New clubs were great, but Shandra needed to tread with caution. “Just be careful, Shandra,” Karina said. “And no going home with him.”

  Shandra waved her hand in dismissal. “I know, but really, Kay. You worry too much.”

  “And you don’t worry enough.”

  Shandra giggled softly. Her bubbling personality was what had initially attracted Karina to the young JAG paralegal. They’d hit it off right from the start and became fast friends.

  “Send me a text later and let me know you made it home okay. No matter what time, understood?” Karina said firmly.

  Shandra snorted, but smiled. “Always the Domme.”

  “Shandra. I’m serious,” Karina snarled.

  “I will. I promise. Night.”

  Shandra disconnected the call. Karina lowered the phone, wondering why she couldn’t seem to shake the sudden bad feeling that had taken root in her stomach.

  Brayden Samuel leaned back on the sofa cushions and set his feet on the coffee table. Lifting his beer to his lips, he silently watched Karina stroll around the club. Occasionally, a scene would catch her attention and she would stop to watch for a few minutes, then continue on her slow walk.

  His eyes lowered along her fit curves, stopping to admire the cleavage spilling out of her leather vest before traveling lower to admire her curvy hips. She had what Brayden would consider the perfect body all wrapped up in a five-foot-five package. Size C breasts, full hips, and a narrow waist. She had a true hourglass figure.

  He loved how she walked in those four-inch stilettos, casually, as though she had all the time in the world, her hips swaying delectably. He’d spent many nights fantasizing about that fiery minx coming by his hand—those beautiful blue-green eyes narrowing in desire. He’d never tried topping a Domme, but for her, he would certainly give it a shot.

  He would love to bury his fingers in all that thick, strawberry blonde hair. Right now, she wore it to the side in a loose braid. The end dangled very close to her nipple. If she were his sub, he would always have her wear her hair down so he could play with it.

  Unfortunately, he and the delectable hellcat worked together at NCIS. She was homicide. He was in narcotics. Despite the different departments, inter-office relationships were frowned upon, even if they did take place in a fetish club.

  Brayden watched as Karina stopped at one of the flogging scenes that played out against the far wall. She leaned against the back of the couch and watched, her forehead crinkling into a frown. He thought she looked a little uncertain, slightly confused. Sad. He wondered what would make Karina so sad.

  “Who are we watching so intently?” Master Joe asked as he dropped onto the couch beside Brayden.

  “Mistress Kay.”

  Brayden took another sip of his beer.

  “She seems a little down lately. Have you noticed that?” Joe asked.

  “Yeah, I have. I’ve also noticed she hasn’t gotten off in a while, at least here anyway. She punishes and rewards her subs, but never has her sub satisfy her. And that’s a shame. I always liked watching Mistress Kay get off.”

  Joe chuckled. “You and every other Dom in this place. The woman’s a knockout, but from what I understand, she doesn’t take subs home. Ever.”

  “So she keeps it strictly here? That’s interesting.”

  He’d taken subs home before, but nothing serious ever came of it. Brayden worked too much, even sometimes went undercover. Not exactly the right sort of environment for a serious relationship. He wondered if that was Karina’s problem, as well. From what he knew of her at work, she was a good investigator with an incredible knack for telling when someone was lying. She could read people exceptionally well, but then most Doms could.

  They’d learned to read body language, and often body language gave away a lie.

  Suddenly Karina shuddered and drew in a deep breath. She placed her hand against her stomach and looked away from the scene. Brayden noticed her fingers were trembling slightly as they rested against her body.

  What had upset her? With a frown, Brayden dropped his feet off the table and stood. “I’ll be right back.”

  Chapter Two

  Karina drew in a shuddering breath, shocked at the sudden flashback that rolled through her mind. When the leather fingers of the flogger hit the woman’s stomach, the sound of her cries sent Karina back ten years to the scariest time of her life.

  She rested her hand against her stomach, rubbing absently at the scars covering her flesh, front and back. From her breasts to her hips, all the way around her torso, her skin carried the remnants of deep slashes.

  She’d worked hard to forget, to force the attack to the back of her mind, but sometimes, especially when she felt stressed, something would trigger a memory. She wished she could be like other women and not remember any of it. Unfortunately, she remembered it all, every bloody, painful second of it. The only thing she couldn’t remember was her attacker.

  “You look a little bored, Mistress Kay.”

  Karina jumped at the sound of Master Brayden’s voice so close to her side. She jerked around to look at him, then was caught speechless by the intense look in those beautiful baby blue eyes of his. She swallowed, taking a second to compose herself.

  “Good evening, Master Brayden. Are you all alone tonight?”

  “For now,” he murmured.

  She grinned wickedly. “Can’t find a sub to play with you?”

  Brayden’s lips quirked at her teasing remark. They often picked at each other like this. She enjoyed it…most of the time. Tonight, for some reason, she felt vulnerable, and more than once she had thought about crawling onto the Dom’s lap for a little comfort.

  Brayden was good with the subs. He worked really well with ones who were new or afraid. The man had the patience of Job, the eyes of an angel, the body of Adonis, and the wicked grin of Satan himself. He was quite the heady combination. But after what happened ten years ago, Karina could never allow herself to be bound and controlled, which left this Dom off limits.

  “Cute,” Brayden drawled in that deep, sexy voice that sent tingles up Karina’s spine. “I was thinking that tonight would be a good night to try to flip a Domme. Interested?”

  Karina snorted. “I’ll have sex with you, Brayden…if you let me tie you up first.”

  He grinned. “Then where’s the flip?”

  “The flip was you.”

  He laughed deep in his chest. “Not in this lifetime. Besides, I’ve seen how you treat your subs.”

  “Hey, I’m very nice to my subs.”

  “Yeah, I’ve seen how nice you are to them.”

  Karina’s lips twitched. “Jealous?”

  “Nah, I don’t get jealous. I just enjoy watching you get off, which I haven’t seen lately,” he said, watching her closely.

  She snorted. “You don’t watch me all the time, Brayden. How do you know what I do when you’re off with one of your subs?”

  His intense stare became too much, so she turned and started watching the couple again. Brayden made her feel like he could see straight through to her soul, and the sensation gave her the uncharacteristic desire to spill her guts.

  The Dom in the scene performed oral sex, his face buried between the sub’s thighs, and she squirmed so much the Dom could hardly keep his mouth on her. Karina frowned. He didn’t have her bound tight enough. She had too much freedom of movement.

  “You seem a little stressed lately, Kay. Is it work?”

  Karina came very close to telling him what was wrong. As a Dom, maybe he would understand. Maybe he’d even gone through it himself. To her, dominating
didn’t feel right. It was lacking and left her feeling cold and unsatisfied, like something was missing.

  She glanced over at him and realized Brayden would never understand. The Dom in him went clear to his core. It was doubtful he’d ever questioned anything concerning that side of himself.

  “No. Work’s fine. I think it’s just the time of year. It’s winter, the skies are gray, the weather’s been rainy.” She shrugged. “Nothing major.”

  “You know…” he said softly, catching her gaze with his and not letting her turn away. “All joking and flirting aside, if you need to talk…”

  She nodded. “I know where you are. But I’m fine, Brayden. Thanks anyway.”

  Brayden nodded and walked back to his couch. Karina was tempted to call him back, but changed her mind. This was something she needed to figure out on her own. Besides, knowing Brayden, if he saw an opening to top her, he’d give it his best college try, and Karina wasn’t up for the battle.

  “Morning, Agent Jeffries,” the young receptionist called as Karina strolled by her desk.

  Karina nodded and put her cell phone to her ear, trying Shandra’s phone number for the tenth time since yesterday. When her voicemail picked up, Karina shut the call down and growled. “Where the hell are you, Shandra?”

  Her friend was supposed to text her Friday night when she got back. It was now Monday morning, and she hadn’t heard a peep out of her, nor had she been able to get her to answer her phone.

  She stomped into the elevator and hit the number two button in frustration. She’d kill Shandra when she got her hands on her for worrying her like this. One of the young interns from the legal department eyed her warily. Karina was used to it. Even though she didn’t try to, when she was pissed she came off as mean, and she knew it.

  In truth, when angry, she was mean. Just ask any one of her male subs.

  On the second floor, Karina stepped off and headed toward her department. Brayden stood by her desk, waiting on her, a cup of coffee in each hand. Karina sighed. No doubt he wanted a favor. Probably something to do with a narcotics case he was working on.