He wants to dominate me"to discipline me. He wants me to call him Daddy"
I"ve always taken care of myself"worked hard to become king of the courtroom and excel in the cutthroat business of winning cases. I"m fierce"brutal"confident. I"m a lie. Underneath my armor, I"m drowning, losing myself under the weight of life. At thirty-three years old, I should be able to handle the pressure.
My neighbor Kieran sees past my spotless suits and manufactured control to the real Jared. The one who secretly craves being dominated, to serve, and to give up control"not just in the bedroom, but in every aspect of my personal life.
I can"t want this"but I do" When I"m under Kieran"s command"spanked, rewarded and caged"I"m free. With Kieran"s care and guidance, my mind is unburdened as my body soars to new heights, and Kieran becomes what we both need him to be: Daddy.
It"s a journey of dominance and submission"of rules, schedules, security and discipline. He opens my world, teaches me, changes me"but he doesn"t let me in. It"s temporary, Daddy tells me, and I"d be wise to remember that, so I don"t get hurt.
Warning: Jared"s Evolution contains BDSM elements, domestic discipline, spanking, and daddy kink"without age play"between two consenting adults. If any of those things offend you, reading this book might not be a good idea.
Jared"s Evolution is part of the Desires Unleased collection. Some books in this collection will have darker themes. Please be aware Desires Unleashed are er*tic and not your typical Riley Hart romance. You can expect the mental and emotional journey to be led by the physical/s*xual moments"which will be intense, frequent and kinky.Books in Series:Jared & Kieran Series by Riley HartBooks by Author:Riley Hart Books
It had been a hell of a day.
Though most days felt like that lately. I"d been at trial and it was always stressful as fuck to be in the middle of a major trial. No one would have known it by the way I"d handled myself. No one knew that as crazy as a major case could be, it put me at ease while the simple task of going home to an empty condo made me feel as though I would burst out of my skin. Those were thoughts I kept to myself, and tried to pretend didn"t exist.
"You fucking killed it today, Jared. Good job, man," one of the other lawyers at the firm said as I made my way to my car. I waved and smiled at him, trying to ignore the churn of my gut, as I walked farther and farther from the building. I didn"t want to go home. Christ, what was wrong with me that I didn"t want to go home"
While I was working, I never felt out of control as I so often did in the rest of my life. I could be a different Jared in the courtroom. I was confident. Brutal. An in-demand defense lawyer. The one who always knew what to do, who killed it, the way I"d just been told. That Jared never struggled, his brain and heart didn"t want to shut down and give up control.
No, in the courtroom I thrived.
I fed off the responsibility of it.
The rest of my world was a different story. It was in my everyday life that I suffocated. Where I cracked apart inside because it was too fucking much"making decisions, taking care of responsibilities. It was an overpowering noise in my brain, like a radio station that couldn"t get a clear signal, but you kept turning the volume up. All that fucking fuzz got louder, and louder, and louder, which even to my own ears, sounded insane.
What the fuck was wrong with me" It shouldn"t be this difficult to function. It shouldn"t be this difficult to take responsibility for myself, and it hadn"t always been this hard, but the struggle was getting more powerful. The second I walked away from work every day I shut down. My shoulders slumped from the pressure of it. I couldn"t hold myself up from the weight bearing down on me.
The weight of what" I still hadn"t figured that out. Being a functioning adult"
That was something I refused to accept. I was in a funk. Maybe depressed. Lonely. I"d get past the stress that overwhelmed me recently" Is it truly just recently" Didn"t you move to Chicago for a change because LA felt like too much" Didn"t you begin to feel like you were losing control there, too" In LA, my excuse had been tied to my troubled childhood; the memories of my parents and my life after their deaths that haunted me around every corner. What was my excuse now" A new city" I"d been in Chicago for two years. Maybe this was just me. Maybe this was just who I was.
I frowned as I realized I was parked in my spot at my condo. I didn"t remember making the short drive home.
Snap out of it, Jared. What"s wrong with you" I"d been asking myself that a lot lately. After getting out of my car, I made my way into the building and up in the elevator. My pulse went faster as the elevator climbed higher. Maybe I could go see a movie tonight, or go out to dinner. Really, I knew I wouldn"t do either of those things.
When I got inside my unit, I went straight to the kitchen, opened the pantry and browsed around. Nothing looked good so I went to the freezer next, then the fridge. After a few minutes of waiting for something to suddenly look appetizing, to tell me, I"m what you want, I closed the fridge and went to my room. It was stuffy inside, the beginning of summer teasing us, so I opened the sliding glass door and closed the screen. I was on the twelfth floor and often slept with the door open. The sound of the city sometimes comforted me. Lulled me to sleep because it reminded me of the life below and that I wasn"t alone.
I made my way to the en suite where I turned on the shower, fiddled with the temperature until I got it right, stripped and stepped inside. The water felt incredible as it cascaded down my body. The spray pelted my muscles, trying to ease away the tension there, but it didn"t work. My muscles were still tense and restless.
I stayed until the water turned cold and stung my skin. When I finished, I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my bedroom. There were a couple bills on my desk I needed to pay online and my stomach growled because I was hungry but my body still felt too tight for me to do those things. My mind was too busy"thoughts about everything I needed to do raced through my brain"pay bills, research a case, work on an opening arguments for another"overwhelming me until I couldn"t do anything at all.