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Learning to Surrender – Property : Discipline, Submission, Exhibition, and Humiliation (Series Book 3)



She’d only known him a few hours, but already she wanted to learn how it felt to please him. He left her with a necklace that he says marks his property, and deciding to put it on has promptly turned Heather’s life upside down.

Troy spends half his time in a private jet, has to dodge reporters when out in public, and by now he owns half the city skyline Heather’s always been such a sucker for. He has the power to do anything, but does he want more from her than she can give him in return?

Reader Advisory: This story is part of a series intended for mature audiences only and which features intensely erotic situations, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring billionaire, the younger woman he draws under his spell, forced exhibition, public humiliation, discipline, dominance, and rough sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Wind whipped into the passenger area as the driver opened his door, carrying with it the jeers of the men he had cut off. In a moment he had hurried around to open the door for Heather, and then she was outside, the wind and noise of the jet pouring over her. In such an empty space the earth seemed to fall away on all sides, leaving only a huge, darkening sky above her and the lights of the airplane as it settled to a stop only a few yards away.

Flashes from behind her made her turn, and she realized the men who had been waiting were photographers. It was such a surreal moment that she almost didn’t turn in time to see … him. He was stepping out of the plane. For a moment he was framed in the light of the doorway, his silhouette beckoning, perfect. God, had she really managed to wait five days for this?

Troy came lightly down the steps and closed the distance between them, holding his hand up in exasperation against the flash of the cameras. Several people emerged behind him, but Heather didn’t recognize them from his previous retinues at the office.

His smile as he approached could have lit up the sky. He paused in front of her and looked her up and down. “The only thing I’ve been wanting to see,” he said. “And here you are.”

“You call me and I come,” Heather answered. She fingered shyly at the necklace at her throat.

He was about to say something when a bulb flash from particularly close by made him look up in annoyance. “Come on,” he said, taking her by the wrist and leading her into the waiting limo.

She started to slide over him into one of the forward seats, but as the door closed he took her by the waist and pulled her back against him. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sensitive skin, and she fell backwards into his grasp with a little laugh. She wriggled against him and felt a thick, growing shape nestle against her ass.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been looking forward to see you again,” he breathed in her ear, his hands gathering her into him and brushing tantalizingly over her sides and breasts.

She managed to twist slightly in his lap and press her lips to his. God, he felt good against her. Was it normal to feel this way about someone she barely knew? Was it okay? “You think I don’t?” she responded, unable to keep the naked lust out of her voice even if she had wanted to.

She felt the limo start to move and slipped sideways into the seat next to him, never letting herself lose contact with his body. “Who were those people taking pictures?” she asked.

Troy made a dismissive gesture. “They’re from the Post. They’re doing a story claiming I turned down the Unbordered Humanity Award because the Rockland Charity Board and I had a falling out.”

She didn’t know what any of it meant, but it sounded important. “Did you?”

“Is that what you’ve been waiting to know about me for the past 5 days?”

Heather laughed and kissed him. “No, I guess not.”

She didn’t notice the world as it flew by outside. In his arms after such a long, long wait, felt like all the bliss she needed. Well, it was enough for the moment. More would come soon: she could feel that guarantee in every brushing contact.

They were back at his apartment in the blink of an eye, riding the glass-lined elevator up to the roof of the city. He couldn’t keep her hands off her, and it felt so impossibly good to think that the past few days might have been as hard for him as they had been for her. He kicked open the heavy door to his apartment and pulled her inside, already peeling back the delicate little garment she had worn for him.


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Learning to Surrender – Playing with Fire : Discipline, Submission, Exhibition, and Humiliation (Series Book 2)



It was just a chance encounter at the back of a club where she didn’t belong in the first place. That was all it took to turn Heather’s life upside down.

She’s only known him a few hours, but already she wants to know how it feels to please him. He left her with a necklace that he says marks his property, and with each passing day the urge to try it on has been growing …

Reader Advisory: This story is part of a series intended for mature audiences only and which features intensely erotic situations, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring billionaire, the younger woman he draws under his spell, forced exhibition, public humiliation, discipline, dominance, and rough sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

A shy smile came unbidden to her lips. It seemed a relief after the past week that her fears were in the open, and that maybe they had been unfounded from the beginning. A small step forward pressed her back against him and her nose brushed up against his throat and jaw as she sought his lips. His firm hand pressed against her waist and he took the glass of wine from her weak fingers as he kissed her. She heard him set it down with a clink, but her eyes were closed in the bliss of feeling his form.

Before she knew it, they were in the bedroom. Its soft egg-shell walls seemed to go on forever in the dim light, circling around to the broad bed against the far side. She stumbled slightly as his hand disappeared from her waist, but he returned after only a moment, a black, silken cloth entwined within his fingers.

“A little taste of the other side,” he said, offering it to her.

She took it uncomprehendingly. It was impossibly soft and cool to the touch, and she ran her fingers through it in innocent appreciation. “A taste of what?” she asked after a moment.

“Powerlessness.”

And then she realized that what was in her hand was a blindfold. She took in a sharp breath, looking down at it with renewed trepidation. But the reassuring warmth of Troy’s touch came back to her. She remembered that incredible feeling when she had thought she was, or at least could be, the woman he wanted her to be.

The thought of objecting never entered her mind.


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Learning to Surrender Book One: Accidental Secrets (Discipline, Submission, Exhibition, and Humiliation)



Depending on who you talk to, Troy Baldwin is anything from an uptown playboy to a business-obsessed shark, but everyone would agree he’s sharp, handsome, and dangerous as they come. When Heather learns the sleepy little company she works for is getting bought out, there’s one name everybody hopes not to hear.

Her goal is to keep her head down and survive the corporate shake-up, but when a chance encounter with the new owner and CEO reveals more of both of them than they ever intended, that little plan goes out the window. They’ll have to keep each other’s secret, but with a man like this, things are never so simple …

Reader Advisory: This story is part of a series intended for mature audiences only and which features intensely erotic situations, an enigmatic and dangerously sexy billionaire, the younger woman he draws under his spell, forced exhibition, public humiliation, discipline, dominance, and rough sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Heather looked around and couldn’t help but agree. This was definitely a higher end, highly maintained, and better looking group of people than was typical even in the nicer clubs in this part of town. To be honest, she really had no idea what to make of all of this. In some ways it felt like just setting foot in here was secret and illegal. That was just the vibe it gave off. But in other ways it felt almost disappointingly sedate. Where was all the action? When was something going to happen to justify the courage it had taken to venture here?

As though the universe had heard her silent complaints and decided to teach her a lesson, the doors they had just entered through opened again. A woman stepped inside, followed closely by a man. The woman was beautiful, with dark hair and a long coat. The man was tall and his demeanor was easy and confident. He had a piece of leather in his hand.

Heather stared at it in idle curiosity, and then realized that it was attached to something else. It wasn’t just a little handle of leather, it was a leash. It was a leash connected to the woman’s neck.

Heather’s mouth opened in shock. She hadn’t noticed it at first, because the lapels of the woman’s coat were turned up, but yes, beneath the coat a dark band of metal glistened around the woman’s throat. She shifted as the man led her over to a table, and the coat opened slightly to reveal what was beneath. Heather’s eyes got a little bigger. In amazement, she elbowed Nicole in the ribs.

Beneath the coat, the woman wore a leather harness. It was dark to match the leash, and it wound around her rib cage and down over her hips. Her breasts were completely bare, emerging pale and soft between the stiff straps of leather. The man twitched the leash in his hand and she jerked and followed his lead.

Heather could feel her face growing hot. She felt paralyzed. She couldn’t believe how … much she was turned on …

She studied the man’s face, cool and approving as he watched the woman move in front of him across the floor with small, constrained steps. The woman flushed frequently and kept glancing back at the man. Honestly, she looked like she’d just been fucked – like she’d just been fucked really, really well.

The pair joined a table with several couples already seated in place. She kept waiting for some of them to react. If not them, then maybe some of the people at the other tables. But no, as far as she could tell by the patrons, there was nothing going on that was at all out of the ordinary.

Nicole had been saying something to her. With difficulty, she tore her eyes away and turned to her friend.

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s rude to stare like that.”

“Oh.”

“Did you think you were going to come to a place like this and not see any skin?”

Heather shook her head. Nicole was apparently back to knowing everything. “I – I didn’t know what to expect.”

Nicole nodded sagely. “Collars are really big in places like this. If you’re wearing one, the other men know you’re taken.”

Heather took a long drink and coughed a little as it went down the wrong pipe. “I always thought the idea of a wedding ring was plenty romantic.”

Nicole gave her a pitying look.

“I’m just – ” she started, her eyes tracing back to the woman at the table. Now that she was looking for it, she noticed several other women with conspicuous leather chokers around their throats. They tended to be sitting a bit more upright and better mannered than the rest of the crowd, as though there was something waiting for the woman who let her good behavior slip.

Heather had always had a very secret fascination with discipline. When she’d been younger she’d found an old teacher’s spanking manual on a forgotten corner of the elementary school library and stolen it on an impulse. Now, sitting here, a lot of things she’d never intended to confront in public were getting prominently shoved in her face.

She shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware of how wet she had gotten watching the newest pair of club patrons.

“I’m not really sure I should be here,” she muttered.


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Code of Conduct: Discipline, Spanking, and Humiliation in the Workplace



He stood back, running a hand over the curve of my ass and the back of my thigh. “Alright, my little misbehaver. Panties off.”

Under the boss determined to instill discipline, you don’t want to be the employee caught doing the wrong thing …

Code of Conduct is a three story bundle of workplace domination, discipline, and surrender to forbidden lust.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, well-hung alpha men, spanking, discipline, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

My heart was pounding as I looked up at him. His thick arms caged me in and back against the bed. It was as though his weight was already on me, pushing me back into the soft mattress, but he hadn’t touched me yet.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. I was about to get fucked by my boss.

I put a tentative hand up against his shoulder, just to feel him, and the heavy muscles pulsed under my fingers. I moaned at how badly I wanted him and at how long I’d wanted him. I ground my thighs together in restrained eagerness. “I’m ready,” I breathed.

He gathered my blouse in one hand and pulled it open, sending buttons flying across the carpet. I gasped, giddy with amazement. He was a stallion. I’d never been with a man like this. I’d never been with someone so much older and so much more experienced.

He unsnapped my bra with an easy gesture and pulled that away, too. I watched it flutter back behind him before my eyes returned to his. He looked at me, lust burning in his face.

His hands reached out and took my breasts, feeling at their naked shapes and cupping them as he leaned forward to kiss me. He paused just above me, his breath hot on my throat. I looked up at him a little shyly, taken aback by this sudden pause as he savored his ownership of my body. I could feel a slight blush in my face.

“You’re playing with me?” I asked.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing with me?” he countered.

I laughed a little in exasperation and arched my back to push my tits up into his hands. His touch felt so impossibly good. I just wanted more of it, more of it everywhere.

He bent and pressed his lips to my nipple. His hot, wet tongue circled it teasingly. I bit back the moan at first, and then let it out, giving in to the helpless pleasure.

His kisses began a trail across the top of my breast, up my throat, hot and slow against my neck, and then finally brushing against my lips. I returned the kiss enthusiastically, wet and sloppy and exuberant.

“Now,” he breathed, “I want to feel you come. I want to make you scream.”


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Spanking the Secretary

He stood back, running a hand over the curve of my ass and the back of my thigh. “Alright, my little misbehaver. Panties off.”

Laurie’s new boss is painfully handsome, and try as she might, she just can’t keep her mind focused on her work when he’s around. Worst of all, he’s starting to notice the effect he has, and toying with his blushing assistant is quickly becoming his favorite game.

He loves how embarrassed she gets when he jokes that she needs a spanking, but she never thought he’d really go through with it.

He’s going to show her how wrong she is, and how good being wrong can feel …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a sexy alpha male boss and his young secretary, spanking, discipline, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

My blush renewed tenfold and my eyes darted up to his own deep, probing eyes. There was something in them … hunger or desire for something. “Do I need – a spanking?” I repeated.

He put a hand to my chin and raised my face to look at him. My eyes rose shyly and gazed into his handsome face. I had never been so close to him. Every breath was that familiar, intoxicating scent. I was trembling a little against his touch. I had lost track of where his stern sense of discipline ended and where his simple desire to have his hands on my body began. Both were clear and unhidden on that face that had so often dominated my thoughts.

“I – I guess so,” I breathed quietly.

“You guess so, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pointed behind himself towards the desk. “Well, I wouldn’t want to think I’ve been going easy on you.”

“No, sir,” I agreed almost inaudibly.

He stepped aside and I moved to the desk on trembling legs, unsure if I was embarrassed or afraid or helplessly turned on. The answer was undeniably all three at once. I could feel the heat in my body. A little dribble of wetness escaped my hot folds and seeped into the fabric of my panties.

I put my hands out to feel the smooth, cold surface of the desk and shuffled my feet back a little to bend over. But it seemed he was serious, and had no interest in my faltering half-measures. He put a strong hand on my hip and pushed me back and out until I was bent far over at the waist, my ass thrust out and my head between my arms. My breath felt high and tight in my chest as I stared down at the floor.


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