Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White

Quote Card - SashaHello Readers! Ever feel like you fit in too well? Like you’re just one of the furnishings, or worse, just one of “The guys”? That’s the feeling that drives Ronnie Lang to seek out the private Overwatch BDSM club in Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White. The best way to being noticed is to get yourself out there… just be careful who finds you.

Ronnie Lang sets out to explore her own sexuality more. Is the Overwatch #BDSM club her answer? #Mastered @SashaWhite http://bit.ly/OpalsBlog

You never forget your first love

Tired of being treated as “one of the guys”, mechanic Ronnie Lang wants to explore her own sexuality more. She gets wind of Overwatch, a private BDSM club and she applies herself for membership. Behind those closed doors lies a lifestyle she never imagined… and the man she could never forget.


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Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White

Overwatch, Ronnie kept her head down and didn’t

volunteer for anything. It was all she could do to make it

through the rest of the class without snapping at people

to leave her alone. She just wanted to sit in the corner

and think, to sort through her emotions and try to make

sense of what was happening to her.

only to be pulled up short when Ian called her name.

walked toward her.

clear blue eyes.

careless shrug of her shoulders. “Just didn’t see a reason

to hang around.”

out the first set of doors before she had a grip on herself again. “Is that allowed, you being a trainer

and all?”

“There’s no rule against it. It’s the first time I’ve done it, but it’s also the first time I’ve

known a trainee from outside the club.” He pushed through the last set of doors and turned left.

“The coffee shop just up the road is still open.”

“Hey,” she said, stopping dead and tugging her hand from his. “Enough. What’s going on

here, Ian?”

He stood stock still in front of her, expression blank. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve pretty much pretended I don’t exist since that little negotiation

demonstration last week and now you want to take me for coffee? What’s up with that?”

He stared at her, silent and inscrutable. When the others started coming out the doors he

raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you. I didn’t

intend to make you feel that way.”

“Well, you did.”

His mouth titled up at the corner. “Yeah, so you just told me.”

The pressure in her chest lessened and she smiled back at him. “Okay. Just so you got the


His smile grew. “We okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Let’s go get that coffee.”

They didn’t talk as they walked down the street. Once they got their drinks, they found an

empty corner table and sat down. Ian didn’t make her wait.

“So, what do you think so far?”

“To be honest I’m loving it. It’s a lot different than I imagined it would be, but that isn’t

necessarily bad.”

“What did you imagine?”

“That everyone involved would either be a sexy model in fetish wear or a dark and

handsome Dom wearing leather pants and a sleeveless vest. You know, with maybe a whip or a

flogger tied to their hip, and always demanding you drop to your knees.” She laughed softly. “Okay,

so maybe I exaggerated that a little bit, but you know what I mean? I worried it would be the

stereotype of a cross between a porn movie set and a nightclub.”

He laughed. “Well, you’re actually not that far off. When you come to the club and it’s open

you’ll see it is a lot like a regular nightclub — except, yes, some people are wearing fetish wear and

some people are wearing nothing at all. Not everyone will have a perfect body, but everyone’s pretty

damn comfortable in their skin, if you get what I mean. You might even see a Dom in leather pants,

although I’m not too sure about the sleeveless vests. Many of us do take off our shirts, though,

especially when we scene.” He met her gaze head on. “It can get pretty hot in there.”

She fanned herself with her hand at the thought of him with no shirt, paddle in hand, and

her awaiting his ppleasure. “Shit, it’s getting pretty hot in here.”

He laughed and pleasure burst through her. It was nice just sitting with him.

“So, is that what you found on the internet? Men who wore leather pants and demanded you

kneel at all times?”

She sighed. “Yeah. It was real letdown. A lot of puffed up idiots who thought that calling

themselves dominant made them dominant. That somehow that gave them the right to make it all

about them. It was all about blowjobs and booty calls, but not about dominance or submission.

Except for the ones who seemed to think that being the dominant gave them the right to smack you


Something deadly flared in his eyes. “Did somebody smack you around?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do you really think I would let somebody smack me around?”

“Damn it. It’s a dangerous fucking world out there, Ronnie. What made you put that ad on

the Internet?

“Look at me,” she said. “I’m a thirty-four year old tomboy who would rather clean an

engine than get my hair done and it shows. Sure, I’ve had sex, even good sex, but I’ve never had a

relationship before. I’ve never been in love, and I thought if internet dating could work for other

people why not me?”

He visibly calmed himself, taking a deep breath before nodding at her. “I get it. It can be

tough to find someone. What made you realize you were submissive?”

She blushed, but remembering how they met up again, she pushed past any nerves at

speaking so freely. “I thought about the men I had been with, and which ones I thought were good

sex, and which were just … exercise, and realized that the good sex had always been with a guy who

took charge. Those guys who took charge were also the ones I’d wanted to spend more time with if

given the chance. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head, and once I realized that was what did it

for me, I didn’t look back.”

When he nodded, she kept talking. The words just tumbling from her lips without thought.

“I did internet searches, read some blogs and some books. The more I read, the more I wanted

to do and explore. Then I found the adult dating site, and thought it was perfect. Put up a profile

and—bam!—I had men emailing and asking to meet.” She stopped suddenly. Not sure she wanted

to share the rest.

Blue eyes soft with concern, Ian reached across the table, putting both his hands over both

of hers. “It’s okay, Ronnie. Nothing you can say will change the way I see you.”

Relief flowed through her. How had he known exactly what she needed to hear?

“At first I was like a kid in a candy store,” she admitted. “I met with too many men, and tried

too many things. I look back now and think I’m lucky I didn’t get killed. I mean, I’m not an idiot,

and I have good instincts. I never let any of them tie me up, or restrain me in any way, no matter

how much I craved it. But I did let them do things like spank me, or fuck my face.” She shook her

head and laughed softly. “I have to admit to having a bit of an oral fixation.”

He sat back in his chair, and folded his arms across his broad chest. “Oral fixation, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” She flashed him a naughty smile and leaned forward staring deep into his eyes.

“I came to the realization that I really love sucking cock. There’s just something about being on my

knees in front of a man, serving him that way. The smell, the taste, the feel. Oh, god, the feel of a

hard cock stroking against my tongue as he grips my hair and thrusts deep enough to hit the back of

my throat so hard my eyes start to water and I fight to breathe. I just love it.”

By the time she was done talking, Ian’s eyes blazed with a heat that damn near melted her

panties off.

“You,” he said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. “Deserve to be punished for that.”

Her nipples hardened to the brink of pain, and she wiggled in her seat, but she raised her

eyebrows and tried to look innocent. “For what?”

He smirked.

She grinned.

He leaned forward. “For making my cock so hard all I want to do is bend you over and sink

in so deep that I feel your soul surrounding me.”

Her eyes widened and Ian’s heart pounded as they sat there, just looking at each other and

breathing the same air.

She was beautiful. Beautiful in her honesty, in her desire, and in her eagerness. Ian had to

remind himself that they were in a public coffee shop and it would be wrong to reach over the table

and drag her into his arms.

Sucking in a deep breath, he shifted back in his chair again to try and ease the erotic tension

that had flared between them so quickly. Before he could say anything and change the topic, she

straightened up and spoke again.

“That’s exactly what I came to Overwatch looking for,” she said.

She wasn’t making sense. “What?”

“You,” she replied, looking right at him. “You’re not acting, or pretending. You and Simon

and Adam and Conner, you’re all for real. Dominance isn’t something that can be faked, and I

was tired of meeting men who considered it a game. Men who played at it because they saw it as

a way to have sex any way they wanted without really caring about what their partner needed. I

want a real man, one who knows that true dominance is mental before it ever comes close to being

physical. That my submission cannot be demanded—it has to be earned—and when I give it, I give


Fuck. She made total sense.

A loud burst of laughter from the table next to them made her start. Red started creeping up

her chest and neck and Ian gave himself a mental kick in the ass. “Thank you,” he said. “For sharing

so much with me.”

“You’re welcome.” Ronnie smiled. “Now, I should go. It’s almost twelve.”

“Why do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”

She laughed, taking the hand he extended and letting him pull her to her feet.

“No, but it’s past my bedtime, and if I don’t get at least six hours of sleep I turn into a

raging bitch the next day. The guys at the shop will not thank you.”

They walked back to the club, and he wasn’t surprised to see that she drove a pumped up

muscle car painted in very pretty purple. It was just like her. Strong, but feminine, and very, very sexy.

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About Opal Carew

Hi. I’m Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew. So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving – questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more. These aren’t women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These women push past that fear. Get a free erotic romance read by joining my Reader Group. Just copy and paste into your browser ==> OpalCarew.com/ReaderGroup

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