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Rena
Morrigan went to a pleasure spa for an entire week and
recorded every wanton, sweat drenched fantasy she’s ever had
about her boss, Captain Drogan Carter. Coming home from
her vacation, she plunges right back into work only to
misplace the disc. Drogan stumbles upon it and it so turned
on he decides to go after Rena full force. He’s always had
strong feelings for his adorable assistant, and now it’s
time to make his move.
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Drogan’s Command is a sexually charged space romp
that focuses mainly on the desires and fantasies of two
people who are duty bound sticklers when it comes down to
keeping the rules. Every scene is laden with tension when
it’s not a full blown, skillfully crafted, red-hot BDSM
frolic. My biggest issue was the constant fantasy action
that blurred the story’s reality. Not that it wasn’t steamy
and well-written, just a bit misleading, which frustrated me
at times.
Drogan’s solution to the problem he faces with Rena is
clever, and I had to admire her spirited response to his
high-handed methods. The intensity is high volume and the
fireworks are non-stop throughout. Rena is easily
identifiable on so many levels and Drogan is her wet dream
made flesh. Overall, this rounded out to be a delightfully
executed story that was very contemporary in feel despite
its futuristic setting and effects. |