Katy Swann – The Ultimatum – Sneak Preview
Frankie Hamilton glared at her husband in irritation. What the hell did he want to drag her off to a ‘romantic’ weekend for? She’d been planning on catching up with some seriously overdue paperwork, not wasting time at some overpriced fancy hotel.
“Well?” Jake’s dark blue eyes flashed with equal amounts of determination and hope.
She looked at him, giving him her best ‘don’t be so ridiculous’ look and spoke in a calm, low voice, “Jake, sweetie, it’s a bit short notice. I know it’s bank holiday weekend, but I’ve still got work to do.”
“No you don’t. I checked with Jess.”
Frankie scowled at him, her irritation turning to anger. How dare he call my secretary behind my back? She made a mental note to have a serious word with Jess about discretion on Tuesday morning but there was a more immediate problem that needed to be dealt with.
“Look, it’s Friday evening, so let’s just enjoy it and have an early night instead, huh?” She slunk sexily to him and gave him a seductive kiss on the lips. Usually a quick fuck was enough to shut him up and so she confidently fluttered her eyelashes, sure in the knowledge that her feminine charm would work its magic.
As she rubbed her toned body against Jake’s hard torso, she moved her hand down to his crotch. Maybe she could get away with a quick hand job? The sooner she could get back to finishing her report, the better.
But, as she searched for his bulge, he pushed her roughly away. A quick glance down told her there was no bulge. Was she losing her touch?
“You have a choice, Frankie—you either come with me this weekend, or I leave. Permanently. Do you understand?” His voice was icy as he spoke.
Even as a shiver of unease ran through her body at his words, she stamped on the impact they’d had. He wouldn’t leave her. No way! Would he?
But, before she’d had a chance to formulate a reply, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged, not too hard, but hard enough to make her freeze. She shuddered when she felt his warm breath on her ear as he spoke again.
“I said, do you understand?” The words came out in a low growl, and her knees weakened slightly as memories of the same words spoken in the same tone crashed back with startling clarity.
She’s on her knees, naked and trembling with lust as Jake holds her head firmly in place.
“Do you understand?” he growls, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“Yes, Master,” she gasps as she melts under his strong, dominant glare. The only thing that matters is pleasing him and that means obeying him without question. Oh yes…
She quickly shook the memory off and pulled away from his grip. If he thought she was going to submit again, he had another thing coming.
“Jake, for God’s sake, stop playing games.” Although her voice sounded strong and confident, a little seed of uncertainty had planted itself in the back of her head. It had been a long time since she’d seen Jake so determined about something and she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t issue such an ultimatum if he didn’t mean it. Would he really leave her?
They’d been through so much in their six years of marriage. They’d been happy at first, balancing their blossoming careers with their passionate sex life. They hadn’t been able to get enough of each other, both in and out of the bedroom. And the day he’d confessed his dark desires things had got even better.
“I’m a Dom, Frankie,” he says, running a hand through her hair.
She giggles. “A what?”
There’s a fire in his eyes as he almost growls his reply, “I like to take control in the bedroom. I want to dominate you, put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom until it’s glowing red.”
He pulls her into his arms and holds onto her tightly. Then he whispers, “I want to tie you to the bed so you’re helpless and completely at my mercy. Then I’ll fuck you until you scream from coming so hard.”
“Mmm, yes please.” There’s a hot throbbing ache in her pussy as she imagines herself restrained and under his control.
The look of surprise on his face is hilarious.
“I’m serious, Jake. I want you to spank me. I want you to tie me up. Damn it, I want you to dominate me.”
She’d meant it and she’d loved it when he had done just that. That had been the beginning of a beautiful new dynamic in their lives. The more she’d surrendered her control to Jake the happier she’d been until, two years later, he’d moved things to a new level. She blinked at the memory then raised her hand and touched the base of her neck, the same place where her permanent collar would have symbolised their new status.
“Will you be my slave, Frankie? Twenty-four-seven?
She’s tied to a discreet hook hidden behind the bedroom door. If she had the freedom of movement she’d throw herself into his arms but, as she’s unable to do that, she nods through tears of happiness.
“Oh yes, Sir. I’d love that more than anything in the world.”
But the formal collaring ceremony they had planned for later that year had never happened, and suddenly, tragically, everything had changed.
How had talks of a possible total power exchange ended in an, almost, reversal of roles? She was the boss now—she paid most of the bills and she instigated sex—although admittedly usually just as a means to getting her own way.
Jake’s cool voice spoke again and she reluctantly turned her attention back to him.
“No games, Frankie. We leave for Kent tomorrow afternoon and if you’re not with me, the next time you’ll hear from me will be through my lawyer. I’m going out now. Call me when you’ve decided what’s more important.” His eyes bored into hers, sending a clear subliminal message. He was serious.
She stood rooted to the spot in shock for quite a few minutes after he’d stormed out of the room. Suddenly the front door slammed and she jumped, startled. Then she slowly sank onto the bed and, for the first time in years, tears filled her eyes as she acknowledged the very real crisis her marriage was in.
Maybe she should let him go without her? After all, if there really was no future for them, they might as well end it now and save any more heartache. But the thought of losing him forever sent a surprising surge of panic through her. Did she really want him to go? Did he still love her? More to the point, did she still love him?
Subconsciously, she twisted the gold band on her finger. The day Jake had slipped it on had been the happiest of her life. She had meant it when she’d told him that she would always love him, no matter what, and she’d known his undying words of love were just as heartfelt and genuine as her own.
She owed it to him to go along this weekend to see if they could save their failing marriage. But even as she thought it, her mind drifted back to the report waiting on her laptop to be finished. Damn! What should I do?
She remained seated on the bed for a very long time, her dilemma taunting her as she struggled to accept that something had to change. Then, quite suddenly, she knew what she had to do. With her decision made, she rose, reached for her phone then scrolled down to Jake’s number.
* * * *
Jake didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he needed to get out of the house. Away from Frankie. As he headed towards the High Street, he realised he was walking in the direction of the pub, but on reflection that probably wasn’t such a good idea as it would be too tempting to drown his sorrows in whisky. No, he needed a clear head because he wasn’t going to back down this time.
A family in front of him were being dragged towards a small park by a large German Shepherd, so without thinking too deeply about it he followed them through the gates. At least it was somewhere quiet where he could gather his thoughts while he waited for Frankie’s call. He checked his phone was switched on and found a bench near the playground.
He and Frankie had gone for many walks through this park in the early days of their marriage.
They’re strolling, hand in hand, smiling at the mothers pushing their babies in their state-of-the-art prams.
Frankie giggles as they pass a particularly fancy one with a chrome frame and the well-known brand clearly printed for all to see. “It seems that, like four-by-four cars, there’s an unspoken rule of keeping up with the other parents by aspiring to have the biggest and most technically advanced buggy,” she whispers.
He laughs. “Yeah, surely the kid doesn’t give two hoots what buggy they’re in.”
They walk past another parent with a three-wheeled contraption that looks like something from another planet, and they both smile knowingly.
Now, though, he didn’t smile. He looked away from the parents, the children and the buggies, not wanting to be reminded of those times. A familiar knot tightened in his throat and he turned his thoughts back to Frankie and the ultimatum he had just given her. Had he done the right thing? He was only too well aware that it could backfire badly—she might tell him to get lost.
His attention was drawn to a man a few metres down the path, teaching his son to ride a bike. He was laughing as the boy begged him not to let go, unaware that he already had. Jake would do the same thing with his own child one day if…
He shook his head as if to shake away the thought. No, he mustn’t start thinking about that now. He looked at the display on his phone, just in case he’d somehow missed the loud, jangling ring tone, but it remained blank. No missed calls.
He loved Frankie so much and didn’t want to lose her, but he knew that if he let things carry on the way they were, they would grow even further apart and he couldn’t bear that. That damned business of hers had driven a wedge between them. He’d been supportive at first, knowing she’d needed an outlet for her grief, but she had thrown herself so heavily into the business that she no longer had time for him.
Losing their baby when Frankie had been eleven weeks pregnant had knocked their world off kilter. The grief was still as strong now as it had been then. Every time he saw a baby he felt as though a knife sliced through him reminding him of the pain of what they’d lost. People had told him the pain would get better but they’d been wrong. It still fucking hurt like hell.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes and tightens his hold around her. “The doctors say there’s no obvious reason why we can’t try for another baby in the future.”
“But what if it happens again?” she cries, tears rolling freely down her face.
“It won’t,” he tries to reassure her. But, of course, he doesn’t know that. What if it does happen again? To go through something like that once is bad enough, but twice?
He shuddered at the memory. Apart from the heartbreak that had followed, Frankie had bled for nearly two weeks and had suffered unbearable cramps. It had practically destroyed her. How could they risk that again?
They should have comforted each other, but instead of the mutual support they’d both needed, they had locked themselves out of each other’s hearts and sought solace in their work. Ironically, he’d written his most successful book around that time, but neither he nor Frankie had enjoyed its success when it had become an international bestseller.
She’d withdrawn even further from him, and slowly the beautiful, funny and warm woman he had fallen in love with had turned into a cold, hard-headed businesswoman.
He loved her so much, but he couldn’t carry on living the way they were. It was just too painful. There was no laughter anymore, no affection. Even the sex had turned cold. In the past, she had submitted so beautifully, but now, she’d probably knock him out if he dared order her to her knees. But that was exactly what he was about to do this weekend.
He thought he’d sensed a chink in her armour earlier when he’d seen her shiver at his words. Maybe it wasn’t too late? That was why he wanted her to come with him this weekend. If she chose to come, it could be a sign that she was willing to try to save their marriage. He had to know.
He felt a wry smile play on his lips as he thought about what her reaction might be when she realised he had taken her to a BDSM themed hotel. She wouldn’t be impressed. She’d be even less impressed when he demanded that she submit to him one more time.
But it would have to be of her own free will. He wasn’t going to force her, that wasn’t his style. If he could convince her to submit to him again, it might just help to break down some of those icy barriers she had erected around her heart. She had always been so open and honest about her feelings when she had been in a submissive headspace, and that was what he was hoping for now. After that, if she didn’t want to continue with a D/s relationship, he would accept and respect that, as long as their marriage was back on track.
She was a natural submissive, though. Hell, she’d even agreed to be his slave once, which was why he hoped that asking her to submit again would help her to rediscover her true sexuality.
He stared blankly at a couple of dogs sniffing each other’s shit. They might as well have been dancing the tango for all he cared. His mind was so focused on Frankie and the phone call he hoped he was about to get.
It had been a stroke of luck when he’d bumped into his old friend Marco a couple of months ago. He’d been attending a midweek writing workshop at an upmarket country house hotel in Kent. It had been a two-day event so he’d stayed over, relieved to get away from Frankie’s bad moods for a while.
After dinner, he had gone for a stroll through the extensive grounds. He’d been deep in thought and hadn’t noticed the man approaching him until it had been too late. He had quite literally bumped into Marco. It must have been more than two years since he’d last seen him and Jake had been genuinely pleased to meet his old friend. Marco had insisted on buying him a drink and had taken him to a private corner of the bar where all the staff seemed to know Marco by name.
Jake had been rather surprised to see Marco in such a formal environment. An ex rock star and well-known player in the BDSM community, Marco definitely didn’t fit in with the elegant and corporate image of the hotel. His long hair was still jet black and unkempt, and his many tribal tattoos were bold reminders of his wild past.
He’d laughed when Marco had told him that he owned the hotel, but when he’d then told him about his second business, a hopeful plan had started to form in his head. It turned out that, although Marco owned the hotel, he didn’t run the business side of it during the week. He left that to an army of efficient managers. But he did run the business at weekends, when Morgan Manor became Dominion, an exclusive BDSM themed hotel.
Marco had invited him and Frankie to come and stay any time, and Jake had finally taken his old friend up on the offer. Now, all he needed was for Frankie to agree to go. Tapping his foot restlessly, he checked his phone again and, at that moment, it rang making him jump. He stared at it blankly for a couple of seconds. It was Frankie—this was it. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he tentatively pressed the green button and answered the call.
The Ultimatum – Book Description
Frankie Hamilton is stunned when her husband, Jake, gives her an ultimatum. Either she goes with him to a country hotel for the weekend or he’ll leave her. In an attempt to save her troubled marriage she agrees to go.
But Dominion is no ordinary hotel. During the week it’s an upmarket conference centre, but at weekends it becomes an exclusive BDSM hotel. This particular weekend it’s Vanilla Spice, where those new or returning to BDSM can explore their fantasies in a safe and decadent environment.
When Jake asks her to submit one more time Frankie is initially outraged. After all, it’s two years since their D/s dynamic ended and she’s no longer a submissive. Is she? She still loves Jake though and doesn’t want to lose him so she agrees, even if it’s just to prove that she’s now as vanilla as the ice cream in their freezer.
But Frankie is soon reminded of how delicious it feels to kneel at her Master’s feet. Her fondness for punishment and a good spanking leaves her begging for more. And when their old friend and owner of Dominion, Marco Alessi, offers to use her as the subject for a rope demo she’s finally forced to face up to her kinky needs.
But that’s not the only thing she has to come to terms with. Beneath her tough exterior lies a grief that has been buried for two years. As her submission starts to melt the icy core inside her heart, it sets off a chain of events and emotions that could either make her marriage stronger than ever or completely destroy it.