Full Time: 4th Quarter: Scores are Level (Playing the Game #4)

What happens when a first-time dominant and submissive come together? The answer is a great deal of heartache. This is not a romance; it’s a story about one person’s need to control and dominate another.


Brendon is an AFL footballer who advertises on the internet for a submissive. Suzie, a secretary at Homicide Squad, is curious and answers his ad.

Brendon's jealousy reaches critical level resulting in Suzie walking out on him and into the arms of Jason, her police ex-boyfriend for both emotional support and protection against her stalker who is still making life uncomfortable for her, despite the best efforts of her co-workers at Homicide Squad.

Brendon is desperate to get Suzie back, even promising to treat her better and to curb his jealousy.

Will Suzie give Brendon a second chance or will she discover a new relationship with Jason that she never thought possible?


This novel is part of the Playing the Game: 4 Quarters of Submission series.

FULL TIME EXCERPT:
“I want to feel you.”

“Sorry baby but I need your hands out of the way.” He sounded like he wanted to have it all his own way.

“So you can control me?”

“So I can control myself.” He bent down to tenderly kiss my lips. “Because if I let you touch me I’m not going to last long.”

I almost whimpered at his confession, he was exercising restraint to put my needs first. He had resumed his assault on my lips whilst twisting and pulling my nipple. I vaguely realised he was wedging my legs apart with one of his knees.

Dragging his mouth from mine his sexy eyes stared down at me. “If I release you will you stay as you are?”

At my nod he smiled. “If I’m going to pleasure you properly I’ll need my other hand.”

To my sheer delight he immediately put it to good use by delving beneath my skirt which had hitched up when he had spread my thighs. It didn’t take his expert fingers long to bypass my knickers to slip inside my wet hole.

When he resumed kissing me, the culmination of the three points of erotic contact had me quivering with red hot need; need for this man to be inside me.

“Tell me what you want.” He had released my lips and was studying me through passion clouded eyes.

“I want you… to make me… come.” Oh god, how desperate did I sound right now. How did he manage to have this power over my body?