Book 2 in the Rack and Ruin series.
Isabelle is tall, gorgeous, kinky...and flat broke. She's been laid off from her job, and her self-confidence has suffered along with her bank balance. Once a cool, collected Domme accustomed to subs falling at her feet, now she's barely able to afford the local kink club's cover charge.
When the gorgeous new bartender at Rack and Ruin, Luke, offers to pay her to be a model for his friend's clothing line, Izzy jumps at the chance to play dress-up and pose for pictures.
Posing for Luke becomes one of the biggest fetishes Izzy has ever had, and she struggles with the new feelings coursing through her. Can she recover her dominant side to seduce him into more intimate photography sessions, and if she does, will she find herself submitting more than she'd planned?
Excerpt (please note - language not censored in actual book):
Alone, I sat in the middle of the red cloth draped over the floor, leaning my weight back on my hands and trying not to recall my vivid fantasies of what I wanted Luke to do to me here. Each different piece of fetish equipment caught my eye--the rack, the spanking bench, the vault horse, the St. Andrew's cross...
I'd used them all at one point or another over the past year, tying Danny to them and using every tool of psychological and physical domination at my disposal to bring him to his knees. And here I was, now, waiting for a man I wasn't even sure was into kink, yearning for him to do the same to me.
Luke returned, carrying a tall stepladder and looking a little confused. "Any idea why Steph just breezed out of here without an explanation?"
"No idea," I lied. "She got a text message and said she had to go. All the outfits are laid out in the order she wants them, so I think we're okay to carry on, if that's okay?"
Luke unfolded the stepladder next to his camera tripod, tested its stability with an experimental foot and then shot me a teasing look that sent desire fizzing down my spinal cord to surge through my c**t. "You sure you're comfortable without a chaperone?"
I was already leaning back on my hands. It seemed natural to transfer my weight to my elbows, so that I was almost lying on the red cloth, and to put the sole of one boot against the floor, bending my knee and spreading my legs just a little. "I'm sure. The question is, are you sure?"
His gaze roamed my body, and I almost gave in to the urge to follow its path with my fingers, provoking him and giving myself the satisfaction I craved. But I wasn't that brazen, not yet. Maybe in a few more outfit changes I'd have worked up the nerve to try something, but for now...
Luke took a deep breath, and then ordered, "Stay there, just like that. Don't move."
I kept still, watching him grab his camera and then carefully ascend the stepladder a few rungs. He snapped a few shots from above, and I waited until he lowered the camera, then spoke. "Like that?"
"That's a start." His voice was low, as if he sensed the sexual charge in the air as much as I did.