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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)

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Winter Romance Shorts

Two short stories inspired by a snowstorm and smashed into one click! Heat up the cold nights with this adorable little duet.
Snow Much Plowing
It’s the storm of the season, and Nolan Pruitt’s plowing business is busier than ever. Right when
he’s about to walk out the door, he gets a phone call from a woman needing help. When he
arrives at her house, it’s clear she can’t pay, but he’s got other ways for her to work off the debt.

Warning: Can there be too much plowing in one story? I guess we’ll find out!

Accidentally Blackmailed
Lucy is being secretly blackmailed, but the biggest secret of all is that she likes it. When a snowstorm has her locked inside her home, the last thing she expects is for her blackmailer to come barging in.
Hollis has kept an eye on Lucy since the moment she backed into his car. Sure, she offered him money to fix the problem, but money is the last thing on his mind. He’s ready to take his payment, and she’s got nowhere to go.

Warning: If you’re gonna get snowed in, you might as well do it with a hot stalker. Right?

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Snow Much Plowing

It’s the storm of the season, and Nolan Pruitt’s plowing business is busier than ever. Right when

he’s about to walk out the door, he gets a phone call from a woman needing help. When he

arrives at her house, it’s clear she can’t pay, but he’s got other ways for her to work off the debt.

* * *

Warning: Can there be too much plowing in one story? I guess we’ll find out!

Snow Much Plowing

BY ALEXA RILEY

Chapter One

NOLAN

The radio screeches in the background as I bang on the side of the computer. “Fucking storm.”

“I thought you of all people would be happy about the weather,” Jefferson says before grabbing his coat off the rack. He’s the manager of this location and has worked for me for over ten years. “Shouldn’t the owner of the biggest plowing company in the state be excited that a snowstorm is coming?”

A gust of wind and snow slaps against the window like it’s taunting me. “I’d be happier if I knew how to use this damn thing.” The computer flashes again, and he shakes his head.

“The power is flickering. If you keep hitting it like that, you’ll break it, and Aunt Sue will be pissed.” He tugs on his winter hat and then searches for his gloves.

“Good. It will give her something to bitch about. You know that’s her favorite thing.” My great aunt wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she didn’t get to complain. It’s too bad she’s great at using these stupid things or I’d fire her.

I was never good with this kind of stuff. Sure, I can take apart an engine and put it back together blindfolded, but sending an email with an attachment isn’t something I care to learn how to do. I’m aware that I’m stuck in my ways, but I built this company from the ground up and made it a success without ever learning how to create a spreadsheet.

Jefferson snorts a laugh before he grabs his keys. “You sure you’re okay here alone?” I glare at him out of the corner of my eye, and he holds his hands up. “Okay, okay, just checking. I’ve got everyone running the trucks until sunrise. It looks like the storm is going to break then.” He zips up his coat and clips the walkie-talkie to his belt. “All incoming calls will be routed to us so we can get to them faster.”

“Good man,” I tell him. “I’m about to head out myself. I was going to try and find the number for that contractor that called today, but Aunt Sue has decided to put all my messages online now.” I roll my eyes but don’t miss Jefferson’s snicker before he waves goodbye.

“Be careful!” I call out after him, and then the heavy door slams shut.

Some of the snow from the storm blows in, and the cold air cuts through the room. It’s always bad this time of year, but this storm seems like it came out of nowhere. I was at another one of my stores earlier today, but when I heard the bad weather was headed this way, I came home. It’s not like I’ve got anyone or anything to come home to, but I like being where the crews are working just in case. Aunt Sue is home safe with her daughter and son-in-law, and I’ve already got someone going over there first thing to clear their driveway.

Jefferson seems to have everything under control, so I guess there’s not much for me to do other than go home. I grab my baseball cap and put it on, then grab my keys off the desk. Just when my fingers wrap around the keys, the power flickers and then goes off.

“Shit,” I say to the dark.

The generator is supposed to be switched on already, but I guess the guys forgot to do that earlier. I walk over to the panel on the wall and hit a few buttons. A second later, the power comes back on and I make sure the generator is set. Now even if the power goes off again, this place won’t miss a beat.

I pull on my heavy dark blue Carhartt jacket, but just when I’m about to walk out the door, the phone rings. Jefferson was supposed to have all calls forwarded to him, but I’m guessing the power knocked it offline. I can hit the button to reroute them again. At least I know how to do that much. But if I don’t answer this call, the person on the other end might get disconnected.

With a heavy sigh, I walk over to the desk and pick up the phone. “Pruitt’s Plows.”

“Hi, um. I’m wondering if you um, plow snow?” I can hardly hear the soft voice on the other end of the line.

“That’s pretty much all we do,” I say, and then it’s followed by a long silence. “Are you there?”

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Little Darling Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.wownovels.com/little-darling-read-online-jenika-snow Wed, 30 Oct 2024 13:05:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/little-darling-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella Authors: Jenika Snow Advertisement

Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)

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When I set out for a trip through Europe, I was searching for adventure and freedom.

Something to reset my life.

But my dreams quickly twisted into a nightmare when I was kidnapped by a mysterious and dangerous man.

Now, trapped in his secluded, beautifully terrifying prison, I knew he won’t let me go.

He told me I’m his, that he’d been watching me from the shadows. Fear and desperation consumed me, but they'd begun to fade as I realize how much he… cared for me.

He’s obsessed, and it was becoming more obvious with each dominating touch and the clear look of possession in his eyes when he watched me.

As the days blurred into nights, I'd tried to fight my changing feelings. I tried to ignore the strange pull I felt toward him.

Confusion and desire twisted inside me, and I'd started questioning everything I once knew.

I was beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind, because… I think I’m falling for him.

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PROLOGUE

DOLLY

Ashadowed figure sat in a chair across the room from the bed I was in. It was clear it was a man by the sheer size of him. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded so hard. There was a different type of discomfort that filled me as I focused on him.

He sat there just watching me. Those shadows surrounding him, created by darkness and moonlight, made him look ominous, even evil.

We didn’t speak, and I sure as hell didn’t move—not just because I felt like shit but because I was terrified.

Panic and terror filled me because I knew him.

I’d seen the man several times, wondering if he was watching me. He had been following me. And the way he observed me made it seem as if he knew exactly who I was.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and just kept staring at me, as if waiting for something.

Fear gripped me like a cold, suffocating weight atop my chest that made it even harder to breathe.

Who are you? I realized I only whispered those words in my head.

I tried to push myself up again, my hands trembling as I forced my body to obey because I’d be damned if I was going to be helpless on this bed. But before I could move more than a few inches, he leaned forward, and I froze.

The air seemed to thicken, charged with something dangerous and unsettling. And it all emitted from this man.

“What do you want?” It felt so stupid saying those words, given that it was clear he’d brought me here… wherever here was… because I was the thing he wanted. It was for what, exactly, that I didn’t know.

“I saw you,” he finally replied, his voice low and deep and the scariest thing I’d ever heard.

My eyes felt bigger than my face as that tone sank in. And even though I already knew what he just told me—along with the next two things he said—hearing him speak them out loud sent shock waves through my system.

“I wanted you.”

A shiver traveled throughout my entire body.

“And so I took you.”

The finality in his words and the calm way he said them made my blood run cold.

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DOLLY

Istood at the edge of the bustling street, the lights of the little city I was currently in flickering around me and making everything seem more alive.

The air was thick with the scent of fresh bread coming from a nearby bakery, a sweet, buttery aroma that made my stomach growl. Coming from a sleepy small town in the Midwest of America, for me, the hustle and bustle of even the tiniest European village had been sensory overload. It was a far cry from the suffocating quiet of my life back home.

Home… if I could even ever call it that.

But here—ever since I got off the plane and stepped outside—I could suddenly breathe.

I could do anything.

I could be anyone.

I had needed this so damn badly. God, had I needed this like a shock to my dying heart, and fresh oxygen in my depleted lungs?

Booking a one-month-long trip through Europe had been a spontaneous decision, and a once in a lifetime experience. I hadn’t even had a second thought about doing it. I drained my savings, didn’t say a word about it to anyone, and just left.

My family problems were like chains around me and, eventually, would have dragged me six feet under.

As I sat on the patio of this little cafe, I couldn't help but think about the only place I’d ever known.

My parents' words still echoed in my mind, such cruel and deep-cutting remarks. My entire existence, I had been used as their personal punching bag—nothing but abuse. They’d chipped away at any sense of self-worth I tried to hold on to. They never saw me as enough in their eyes—not smart, pretty, or good enough for anything.

Yet, not even when I started working and got my own place on the outskirts of town could I escape the hostile world I’d been born into.

Because I fell right into the arms of a man who was even more abusive than my parents had been. And since I’d been conditioned to accept all shit that was thrown at me, I hadn’t left him fast enough, so he’d been given the opportunity to leave some lasting scars on my body and on my soul.

Looking back now, I realized I hadn’t even given space to that piece of shit in my thought process when I decided to take this trip.

Like all abusers, my ex-boyfriend had seemed so caring at first. Maybe even overly sweet, if I were being honest. He love-bombed me, and because I’d gone my entire life without that type of emotion and affection thrown my way, I absorbed it like I was in dire need of vitamin D and was able to bask in the sun for the first time ever.

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Playing House With My Brother Read Online Alexa Riley http://www.wownovels.com/playing-house-with-my-brother-read-online-alexa-riley Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:27:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/playing-house-with-my-brother-read-online-alexa-riley Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Authors: Alexa Riley Advertisement

Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 30(@200wpm)___ 24(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)

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We can pretend before Daddy gets home.

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Chapter One

MAE

A rocking sensation slowly awakens me from my dreams. The creaking sound becomes louder, and it takes me a second to realize that it’s my bed. When a warm breath tickles the hairs on my neck, I blink slowly as I try to understand what’s happening.

I’m on my side with my arms wrapped tightly around my favorite stuffed animal, Bingo.

“Stay asleep,” my brother growls into my ear. He’s holding my thigh to keep it in place as his hips jerk rapidly.

My teeth sink into my lower lip, and I can feel his cock thrusting against my bare sex. With each slide of his cock between my legs, the motion becomes erratic, almost frantic. The bed creaks louder until he suddenly stops, and a low groan rumbles from him.

Hunter's body is solid behind me when I feel a warm wetness against my sex. After that, my brother goes completely lax and buries his face against my neck. He breathes deeply before nipping at my neck and making me let out a small gasp.

“You better not say a word about this,” he orders almost cruelly before leaving my bed.

I peek through my lashes in time to see him walk naked around my bed and grab my panties from off the floor. He must have taken them off of me when I was sleeping. I know for sure when Daddy tucked me in last night I still had them on.

I watch as he uses my panties to wipe off his cock, but then he turns his head in my direction, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Hunter slides them back into place before pulling my blanket over me. After that I can hear him moving around the room and getting ready for the day.

We’ve always shared a room, but the last few months, things have started to change. When I was younger and scared of the dark, he’d get into bed with me and tell me stories until I fell asleep. That stopped a long time ago, but over the last few months, he’s been in my bed a lot more.

I caught him masturbating several times, and he never tried to hide it. He would lie in his bed and stroke his cock, and sometimes he would say rude things to me while he did it. I did my best to ignore it or pull the blankets over my head and pretend it wasn’t happening.

My once sweet and protective brother has changed, and now it’s changing me too. My body has started to feel differently when I watch him, and curiosity is getting the better of me. It’s not only Hunter that’s doing things they shouldn’t. I’m doing them now too.

I make sure not to open my eyes again until I hear him leave the bedroom. The second he’s gone, I sit up and pull the blanket off to see what he did to me. There’s cum all over me, and it’s made my panties sticky.

“Sweetheart,” Daddy calls and I jerk the blanket back over me as my bedroom door opens. I don’t know how much trouble I’ll be in if Daddy finds out what Hunter has been doing.

Daddy stands there in one of his fancy suits ready for work. I know he has court today, so he won’t be home. He mostly works from home, but sometimes he has to go in. I checked his calendar to make sure. “Come eat your breakfast and say goodbye to your brother. It’s his first day at his new job.”

“Okay.” I get out of bed and pull the bottom of my nightshirt down to make sure it covers everything. It’s not easy because it only drops an inch past my panties.

Daddy is still standing at the doorway waiting on me as I walk past him. “Gotta pay the toll,” he teases me, making me smile. I raise my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but Daddy turns his head, and our lips touch.

“Sorry, Daddy.” I blush.

“It’s fine, sweetheart.” He pats my bottom, but my panties are wet and I don’t want him to find out.

“Hey, I’m too old for spankings.” I pretend to huff and jerk away.

"You're never too old for whatever your Daddy wants to do to you." He smiles, but his face is tense like he’s serious.

I’m probably reading too much into it because I’m trying to hide what Hunter did to me this morning. I’m sure he’s only messing with me.

When I enter the kitchen, Hunter is leaning against the counter. His eyes come straight to me, and I feel like he can see through my already thin shirts.

Hunter is wearing jeans and a simple white T-shirt that pulls tight across his muscular chest. He’s been slowly adding tattoos up and down his arms for the past couple of years, and now they stand out.

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Playing House With Our Daddy Read Online Alexa Riley http://www.wownovels.com/playing-house-with-our-daddy-read-online-alexa-riley Mon, 21 Oct 2024 11:27:54 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/playing-house-with-our-daddy-read-online-alexa-riley Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Authors: Alexa Riley Advertisement

Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 30(@200wpm)___ 24(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)

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When Daddy catches us we both get punished.

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Chapter One

DADDY

My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I can’t take it out and see who’s texting me. The hearing is almost over, and then I need to meet with the judge afterwards.

The defendant’s council is going on and on about a precedent already being set and examples of cases that support their claim. I check my watch and see that it’s after lunch, and I wonder if Mae has eaten. I always worry about her taking care of herself when she’s home alone. Hopefully Hunter won’t be late.

My phone buzzes again, and then it does it again right afterwards. I don’t usually get this many at one time, especially if the kids know I’m in court. I’m beginning to get worried when I hear the judge’s gavel, and he dismisses everyone. As soon as he's gone, I take out my phone and look at the screen. I’ve got several missed messages from Hunter, and panic hits me.

Clicking on the messages, I see that there are dozens of pictures and a couple of videos. At first I’m confused, but then I see what it is. It’s my little girl. She’s got her thighs open and she’s showing off her bare pussy. In the next picture, Hunter has the lips of her cunt spread, and I can see her pink clit all hard and wet.

“Are you coming or not?” the opposing counsel says as he stalks in the direction of the judge’s chambers.

I send a quick text to Hunter telling him not to do anything until I’m home. Soon after, he sends another picture of her asshole, and my knees get weak.

How I’ve longed for the day when I could make her mine. Now her brother is at home breaking her in. I know he’s been sneaking into her bed. I’ve caught him a few times. I didn’t tell him to stop because I remember what it was like to be a young man and have needs. I can’t begrudge him using his little sister to help him out.

She’s so ripe and soft, who wouldn’t want to put a cock in her? That’s why we keep her at home. She’s there for the taking, and he’s a man. It’s time she understands how the real world works, and she can do her part around the house.

He sends another picture of his fingers in her cunt, and she’s got a toy on her clit. I click on the next one and see it’s a video of him using his fingers to fuck her. She looks so goddamn tight, and I nearly drop the phone.

Taking a deep breath, I try to get myself under control. I have to talk to the judge before I can leave.

When I get to the judge’s chambers, he tells me to come in and close the door. Opposing counsel is already talking, and the judge sits back in his chair and listens. My phone buzzes again, and I have to squeeze my hands into a fist to keep from checking it.

What is Hunter doing to her now? He knows how badly I’ve wanted her. How much we both have. I told him to wait for me, but he’s always so goddamn defiant. His cock is leading him right now, and there will be no controlling it. I should know, I’m the one that taught him everything.

I think back to the night of his eighteenth birthday when I asked him to come to my room. He was so nervous, but I could see the outline of his cock when he came in and found me in my underwear. He tried to pretend that he wasn’t turned on, but when I hugged him and pressed my own cock against his, I knew.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest when I slipped my hand inside his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his length.

“Dad?” he whispered as his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re a man now, Hunter,” I told him as I swiped my hand over the head of his cock and rubbed the precum down the shaft. “It’s time you acted like it.”

“But—” he moaned, and I squeezed him tight and pushed his shorts down.

“Look how big you are,” I told him as I stare down at his bare cock. “I bet you’re bigger than me.”

His eyes widened as I nodded to the front of my boxer brief. They were tented from my own erection. “Take it out, let’s see them side by side.”

He swallowed hard, but then he did as I told him. He used both his hands to take out my length, and then I rubbed mine against his. He moaned louder this time, and I felt more cum leak from his cock.

“They look the same,” he said with wonder in his voice as he started to rub my cock the same way I was rubbing his.

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For the Night (The Game #15) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.wownovels.com/for-the-night-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:05:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/for-the-night-the-game-15-read-online-cara-dee Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Kink Authors: Cara Dee Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)

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The Game Series, #15 • FF • Hurt Comfort • Friendship • Found Family • D/s • S/m • Brat prank • TPE Event

Mistress Penelope Darling has spent the past ten years cherishing the Mclean House community she once founded with her closest friends. All of them gay men, most of them viewing her as a bossy little sister to be reckoned with. She’s also been in a loving relationship with her girlfriend—or so she thought.
After finding out her sub cheated on her, Penelope gets rid of everything. Her home, all the knickknacks, every picture…the girlfriend, of course. Her new plan is to never, ever be in a relationship again. She’s going to be a for-the-night Domme. Good for casual fun and friendship. That’s it.
Enter Nora Lilja. A new member. A ballsy young woman. A primal brat. A breath of fresh air with an angel on one shoulder and an irresistible devil on the other.
Penelope surrounds herself with friends and distractions. It’s a big month, with parties and events to plan. A cute newbie won’t break her resolve. Even when that girl turns out to be very, very persuasive, going so far as to claim she doesn’t want Penelope for the night.
She wants a shot at forever.

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The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.

The characters in the Game Series cross over in multiple books, as we follow not only new love interests but the background friendships and dynamics of a thriving kink community.

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CHAPTER ONE

Penelope Darling

“Honey, I love you, but I’m never helpin’ you move again.” Reese draped a sweaty arm around my shoulders, and I chuckled breathlessly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’mma take off all my clothes and jump in the pool.”

“Sounds cold.” We’d just opened up the pool a couple days ago.

Reese smirked down at me. “That’s why God gave me eight inches of dick. There’s room for shrinkage.”

Ugh. I made a face and shoved at him, and he laughed.

While he jogged off to cool down on the other side of the house, I trailed up the porch steps and reached River as he lit up two smokes.

“You weren’t kiddin’ about a fresh start,” he noted, handing me one.

“It’s all or nothing.” I nodded in thanks and took a drag, glancing over at my truck.

It was full, and that was the last of it.

The condo had been sold. All the furniture too—or donated. And I’d emptied my cabin out here at Mclean as well. New shit was arriving tomorrow.

I exhaled some smoke and felt a sense of peace settling over me.

Definitely a fresh start. Great timing too. Spring was giving way to early summer, and the football-field-sized front lawn was bright green and dotted with white and yellow flowers.

Coincidentally, I was also in between jobs. I started my new position in a month, and until then, I was just gonna enjoy some time off.

“So what’s next?” River walked over to the seating area, and I followed and aimed for the other sofa. “You gonna try to find a new condo right away?”

I’d thought about it, but… “I think I’ll ride out the summer in the cabin.” Besides, it was my turn next to help River, Reese, and Shay move in to their new house up the road in a few weeks. It’d be nice to be close by for that. And honestly, I didn’t wanna be alone anymore. I’d had months of moping and raging.

Ella was out of my life, and now I was ready for barbecue nights, pool days, and events.

I wanted to live again.

I wanted to be close to my friends.

“It’ll be a good summer.” River leaned back and kicked up his feet on the dusty coffee table. “The brats are on crack. We won’t be bored.”

I grinned and took another drag.

I’d heard about the brat shenanigans. River, Reese, and several others had just come home from a cruise, and the Tops were all up in arms about something the brats had planned. No one knew yet, though River had a solid theory he’d shared with me.

We fell into a comfortable silence, and I reveled in the serenity. This was the right move for me. Fuck love and relationships and all that nonsense. I was going to spend this summer—and presumably the rest of my life—just chilling with my second family here at our kink haven. A big, three-story Victorian filled with torture devices and bright, sadistic minds.

In a way, the seven men I’d started this community with were all my brothers. We were completely different and yet all the same. Greer was the big oaf, the gentle giant, the former Marine, the Master who got on my case for smoking occasionally. Macklin was everybody’s little brother, who was also one of the kindest. River and Reese were my partners in crime. River and I could sit like this and do nothing. Reese took me to the shooting range when he felt I needed to blow off some steam.

Lucas was the fusser. He took me out to lunch and brunch and coffee dates to check up on me. His man Colt sent me memes, Spotify links, and actual steaks.

And Lucian…the stiffest of them all. The high-protocol Master who’d turned into a teddy bear since getting together with his foursome… He was kinda like Lucas lately, actually. In his own way.

I didn’t need anybody else, did I? I had them and their partners.

“Are you gonna be here this weekend?” I asked, putting out my smoke in an old coffee mug.

River made a face. “I don’t know. I have half a mind to distract Reese and Shay with a hike or somethin’.”

Yeah, that sounded like him. Not only was it Easter this weekend, but some members had decided to host a play party for kinksters interested in exploring new fetishes. Events like that attracted newbies and people on the prowl for hookups and eternal love.

“You?” he asked.

I blew out a breath. “I’d like to say fuck Easter and the bunny it rode in on, but I signed up to cover Lucian’s DM shift.”

Lucian had finally realized he was completely burned out a few weeks ago, so we’d come together to remove him from monitor duty. He wasn’t allowed to host events for a while either, including our monthly Game.

“Have fun with all the newbies,” River drawled.

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The Daddy she didn’t want might just be the Daddy she needs.

Jolie Ryan needs a break.

A break from the constant demands of touring with her band, from the screaming fans. From the disappointed stares and snide remarks of one Brand Starr.

What she definitely does not need is for Brand to follow her to Rawhide Ranch. And she certainly doesn’t need him turning on his Daddy charm, pampering and spoiling and pleasuring her beyond anything she’s ever imagined.

Then again, a rockstar Daddy who sees her as the precious jewel she is instead of the perpetual burden she’s always thought herself to be, could be exactly what this Little girl needs…

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CHAPTER 1

Jolie stared down at the guitar laying in its case.

She couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

The noise from the fans out in the stadium was deafening. The band currently performing was nearly finished with their set. Then there was a break before The Raging Misfits went on.

But she couldn’t go out there.

She couldn’t even pick up the guitar.

A wave of nausea hit her hard.

Just tell Mikey you’re ill. The guys can handle this set without you.

Right. They might be able to go on without her on guitar. But not without their lead vocalist.

You’re being an idiot.

How many concerts have you played? Thousands.

She’d managed to get through their rehearsal this morning. Just. But now… how was she meant to pick up her guitar and freaking sing when she could barely breathe? She was trembling, sweaty, and nauseous.

This couldn’t be happening.

Closing her eyes, she breathed in deep.

Pick up the guitar.

But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do it.

The other members of The Raging Misfits would understand if she told them. They’d been together for years. The guys were like family to her.

This tour was their big break, though. For years, they’d played in bars and clubs. Until one day an agent saw them play and signed them on.

And now they were on an eighteen-month tour with Velvet Rock. They’d been playing for almost five months straight.

And with every concert, every new town, she felt that knot in her chest tighten.

You’re going to disappoint everyone.

Get out there. Stop being a fuck-up.

This was the last concert before they had a break so everyone could go home to spend Fourth of July with their families.

Not that she had a family to go home to.

Shit. The more time she spent staring at her guitar, the worse she felt.

She couldn’t.

Taking a step back, she nearly tripped.

Another step.

One more and her breath started to ease.

She wasn’t going on. No way. She… she had to get away. Go somewhere quiet.

And try to breathe.

Where the fuck was she?

Brand Starr stomped through the backstage area of the venue, searching through the rooms. There were people everywhere and yet no-one had seen that tiny brat?

He wasn’t buying it.

She was hiding and inconveniencing them all. The stage manager was freaking out because he couldn’t find her, and there were five minutes until The Raging Misfits was on stage.

So where was she?

If this was some damn prank, then he was going to introduce her ass to his hand. He’d been having that thought for a while now. It was fast becoming an obsession.

Putting her over his lap.

Spanking her ass until it turned cherry red.

Then wiping away her tears and reassuring her that she was Daddy’s good girl.

Fuck.

A fantasy. That’s all it was.

When Mikey, the tour manager, said that this unknown band was joining their tour to open for them, he’d thought the other man had lost his mind. Brand had kind of lost it.

Yeah, he had a temper.

But most of the time, he could keep it under control. Gone were the times when he’d tear shit up in a rage. Nope, he was a tame guy now.

Well, as tame as a rock ‘n roller ever got.

Still, he hadn’t been happy with Mikey. At all.

He’d figured The Raging Misfits would be like all newbies to the touring circuit. They’d come in arrogant and with inflated egos. Then moan and complain when they realized how much fucking hard work it was.

Especially her.

She was young and tiny. Inexperienced. He hadn’t expected her to last a month before pulling out. Nothing sexist about it. But you had to have stamina and grit to last on tour and he hadn’t seen it when he’d first met her.

So yeah, he’d expected her to balk at the hard work and determination needed.

Well, she’d proven him wrong.

Five months in and she was showing she was tougher than he’d ever imagined. She hadn’t really stepped a foot wrong. She was the first one to every rehearsal. Always putting in a hundred and ten percent. And she was kind and polite to everyone.

Even him.

He knew that had to be hard because he could kind of be a dick sometimes.

Stuff often came out of his mouth before he thought about how it might sound.

But she had taken everything he threw at her and kept on smiling.

Although… that didn’t mean she didn’t have her ways of getting revenge. He grinned as he remembered the peanut butter in his bed. And the salt in his coffee. Oh, and then there was the chili sauce in his shower gel.

Yeah, that one had nearly ended with her over his knee. Of course, she’d never owned up to any of it. But each incident happened to coincide with when he’d been extra dickish to her.

No, she hadn’t misstepped.

Until now.

And if she didn’t get her little ass into gear and out onto the stage, then he was going to be seriously unimpressed.

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The Naughty List Read Online Jade West http://www.wownovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-jade-west-2 Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:39:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-naughty-list-read-online-jade-west-2 Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, Taboo Authors: Jade West Advertisement

Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)

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Ella, a desperate, newly single goth girl with a mountain of debt, would do anything to see her parents this Christmas… the problem is, her parents live on the other side of the world.

So, when she’s granted access to The Naughty List – a marketplace for dirty proposals from rich strangers – she opts to take everything and anything she can get.

She thinks she’s a good player, getting five-star reviews like a good girl and climbing the ranks – until she stumbles onto The Naughty List’s most daring group of all…

The Hardcorers.

Players who will fulfil any proposal clients ask them to, just so long as the price is right.

Can Ella be one? Can she really climb The Naughty List right the way to the top of the tree?

The idea gets even more thrilling when she meets Weston… the hottest Hardcorer of them all.

As it turns out, maybe it’s not just money that Ella’s truly desperate for this Christmas…

Author’s This spicy, Christmas, full-length standalone novel is jam packed full to the brim of dirty Christmas presents for you. Please proceed with caution. Believe me, this isn’t just about kisses under the mistletoe!

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Chapter One

Ella

It feels so weird, standing at the top of the staircase, fresh back from my trip to Sydney to see my parents, my suitcase by my side as I open my bedroom door. My life here, in this crappy shared house, is almost over. There will be no more piled up pans in the kitchen. No more grimy showers with mould all over the walls to contend with. No more limescale around every single tap and plughole in the place.

I’ve got an afternoon packed full of apartment viewings tomorrow, now I can finally afford to get out of this shithole.

It’s still hard to take in the reality. My life has changed so much it’s unrecognisable from just a few months ago.

My name is still Ella Jane Edwards. But another character has been added to the mix.

I’m not just Ella anymore. I’m a kinky goth mantrap called Holly, too – a persona I never imagined I’d be taking on.

You see, Holly is a prostitute.

A very kinky, very filthy, very well-paid whore.

That’s right. Me, sweet little Ells, is a prostitute known as Holly now. Or, more politely putting it, an entertainer. That’s what the official job title says. An entertainer working in client PR.

Polite or blunt, though, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I fuck people for money, and I love it. It’s a billion times better than slaving my ass off for minimum wage in a store where nobody gives a shit. My clients appreciate me a hell of a lot more than my managers ever did, and I have a whole load of five-star reviews to prove it.

The memories of before I left for Australia are all still so vivid. The clients I met and performed for. Everything from being chased through a park and bundled into the back of a van, pretending I wasn’t expecting it. Playacting that I didn’t want it, with my pounding heart in my throat. Being worshipped like a goddess by a guy who loves feet, after being beaten into blissful subspace in a dungeon by a Master, to dressing up for a Daddy, and being eaten out right in the heat of my period. So much craziness, and so much fucking fun.

So, why waste any time before getting back to it?

Tonight, Holly will come back to life with a bang. Literally.

I’ve been booking proposals all the while I’ve been away. Being back in London and ready to resume them feels amazing, but I’m already missing Mum and Dad so bad it hurts. Waving goodbye at Sydney airport felt like hell, and keeping my working life secret from them was getting harder and harder every day. So many times they quizzed me on my exciting new job role, wanting to know all about it, and so many times I nearly broke and told them, wanting to blurt out the truth and set it free. But what would I have said?

I don’t really work in PR, I’m a sex worker. I have a filthy profile on an underground website, and a ‘naughty list’ of the services I’m prepared to offer. I have a lot of ticks in the checkboxes, believe me. I’m dirtier than you could ever imagine. They call me Holly when I’m working, not Ella, and they pay me for being a slut, at their service. Don’t worry, though. I’m turning out to be the very best slut and I really do love it!

Sure, I can be as proud of myself as I like in The Agency circle and in my own mind, but in front of my parents… no. They’d never understand. To them I’m still their sweet little darling, with angel eyes – gothic choker around my throat or not.

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Daddy for Davina – Silver Spoon After Dark Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.wownovels.com/daddy-for-davina-silver-spoon-after-dark-read-online-nichole-rose Sat, 22 Jun 2024 18:37:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/daddy-for-davina-silver-spoon-after-dark-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)

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When the sun sets in Silver Spoon Falls, things heat up at The Sterling Rope. The best girls can find everything their hearts desire within, including some of the town's filthiest billionaires. There are no rules. Only submission. Welcome to Silver Spoon After Dark. Your patronage will be our dirty little secret.

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Chapter One

Micah

There are only so many ways to watch someone fuck before it just gets old. At this point, I think I've seen them all. Frankly, I'm over it. Especially the jackass railing his girl up against the wall at the end of the hallway in plain view of the public rooms.

The Sterling Rope may be a BDSM club, but there are rules. He's breaking about six of them right now.

"Lucas," I bark, stomping toward him. My boots thump against the floor, each step a loud crack of sound spelling out my lack of patience for the newest member of the club.

He doesn't stop groaning in his companion's ear long enough to even glance at me. How she hears me over his ridiculous moans, I don't know, but her blue eyes widen as she glances over his shoulder at me.

"Lucas." She tries to push him away, her long nails digging into the expensive cloth of his suit as she shoves against his broad shoulders.

"Yeah, babe," he grunts. "Get rough with me."

"Jesus Christ." I clamp my hand around the back of his neck, effectively ruining his fun.

"Oh shit!" He nearly drops the blonde trying like hell to squirm her way off him. His glossy eyes meet mine as he spins around. "Micah. What the fuck, man?"

"Does this look like one of the rooms you're supposed to be in?" I growl, scowling daggers at him. "Put your fucking cock back in your pants and get the fuck out of the hallway before I tell Roman to revoke your membership."

"I…" His eyes widen with panic, darting from me to his companion and then back to me. "I…uh… We were just…"

"I didn't ask for an explanation. You don't fuck in public areas. Either follow the rules, or I'll let Bronx handle the situation."

The threat cuts through his bullshit like butter. Everyone here knows not to test Bronx Kaiser, Roman Sterling's head of security. He doesn't tolerate bullshit, especially from guys like Lucas Bordeaux, who have more money than sense. Bronx will toss him out on his ass lickety-split. And once Bronx says someone has to go, there's no getting back in. His word is law around here.

Lucas gulps and then nods quickly. "Of course. My bad, Micah." He grabs the blonde and hauls ass into the nearest room, his dick still hanging out of his pants.

"Jesus." I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to ignore the headache building behind my eyes. I need to take my ass home. Honestly, I don't even know why I still come here. Most nights, I spend my time doing this same shit—dealing with people like Lucas who think the rules don't apply to them.

I don't get off while I'm here. I never have. I've been a club member since Roman opened it six months ago. I've never been with anyone inside. Never even tried.

The one I want isn't here. At this point, I'm convinced she doesn't exist at all.

I saw her from a distance two years ago in Houston when I was giving a talk on campus—an innocent little blonde with big blue eyes and the sweetest curves I've ever seen. Every inch of her was round and soft—plump thighs, a belly, full breasts, a round, juicy ass. She was exactly right for a man like me.

Her arms were loaded with books as she hurried toward a building across the courtyard. Rain fell in fat drops all around us, the sky threatening to crack wide open at any moment. She didn't seem to care. Not even when she tripped, dropping her books. She simply tossed her head back and looked up at the sky as if unbothered. The sweetest laughter pealed across the courtyard, light and carefree. That fucking sound haunts my dreams. She haunts them.

I'd never seen anything as beautiful as her laughing at the sky as if she found joy in that moment of irritation. Anyone else would have been pissed, but not her. She laughed. She was perfect—a curvy little angel sent to tempt a saint.

My dick leaked like a faucet as I watched her, completely spellbound.

But I stood there, watching, rooted to the spot for far too long. She gathered up her books and dashed out of sight as the rain began to fall harder. Before I managed to get my shit together and go after her, she was gone.

I scoured the campus, looking for her. It's been two years, and I still haven't found her despite all my resources. At this point, I'm convinced she doesn't exist at all. She was a figment of my imagination, conjured by too little sleep and the desire to feel anything other than the piercing ache of tedious monotony my life has become.

So I come here night after night, torturing myself with fantasies of someone I imagined. The whole fucking world would love it if they knew that Micah Borden, genius financial analyst, is desperate to play Daddy to a girl who doesn't even exist.

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Daddy Unleashed – Montana Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts http://www.wownovels.com/daddy-unleashed-montana-daddies-read-online-laylah-roberts Sat, 13 Apr 2024 11:41:33 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/daddy-unleashed-montana-daddies-read-online-laylah-roberts Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Kink Authors: Laylah Roberts Advertisement

Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)

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How did she end up falling in love with two men?Loki is her best friend. Her confidante. Her protector. The man who had always been there for her.She’d just never dreamed that he’d want her.Turns out . . . she was wrong.There’s just one problem.One very large, demanding problem.Remy.The man who watches over her. Scares her. Who makes her body sizzle. Her Little side wants to curl up in his lap and give him all of her problems.Two very different men. Only one of her.Impossible.Or so she thought. Then Remy agreed to share her.With one stipulation . . . a very big one.Please check the triggers before reading! They are in the front of the book which you can see in the sample.

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PROLOGUE

Thirty-one years ago

Isabelle Ashley blinked away her tears, pulling them deep into herself.

She hadn’t cried since Mama died. And she wasn’t going to cry just because of some nasty, stupid boys.

“Aww, the baby is gonna cry!” Teddy said loudly. He’d just moved down the street from where Isabelle lived a few weeks ago. “Waa waa.”

The other three boys laughed. They were all big meanies.

“Shut up, Teddy!” She kicked him in the shin.

His friends laughed harder as Teddy’s face grew bright red.

Uh-oh.

Isa might only be five, but she knew when she was in trouble.

She didn’t even have time to run before he shoved her.

Hard.

Falling to the ground, she bit back a cry of pain.

Do not cry. Do not cry.

Suddenly, she heard a war whoop and stared in shock as Teddy was tackled to the ground.

Another boy was straddling him, glaring down at him ferociously.

It was that wild kid. She wasn’t sure what his name was, but she’d heard her dad talking to Ted’s dad about him, about how he lived up the mountain with his granddad.

“Get off me! Get off!” Teddy yelled. He tried to knock him off, but the boy easily subdued him, pinning his arms down.

“You shouldn’t push girls around, Teddy-bear!” the boy said.

“That’s not my name!”

She stared down in surprise as Teddy started to cry.

“What’s the matter?” the boy asked. “I’m not even hurting you.”

“Get off me!” Teddy demanded.

“Not ‘til you say sorry.”

“I’m not saying sorry to the crybaby! Help!”

All of Ted’s friends scattered.

“You touched a girl. That’s not okay. Say you’re sorry. Say it,” the boy said in a surprisingly deep voice.

“Sorry, Isabelle!” Teddy yelled.

“Don’t touch her again.” The boy let Teddy go.

Teddy was still crying as he ran off. Isabelle didn’t feel sorry for him, though. He was a meanie and a bully.

She glanced at the boy. Walking over to her, he held out his hand. It was dirty, but she didn’t care. Sliding her hand into his, she let him help her up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, bending over slightly to peer down at her.

Isa slid her thumb into her mouth. Her dad would yell at her if he caught her, but she found it soothing when she was scared or tired.

Also . . . she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t usually shy, but this boy had saved her.

“Did they hurt you?” he demanded.

She shook her head.

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

She nodded.

“All right, let’s go. You have to tell me where to go, though.” He started walking.

But she couldn’t move.

Turning back, he frowned at her. “What’s wrong?”

Isa pointed up into the tree, then she realized she had to speak. Isabelle slid her thumb free.

“They threw Razzie up there.”

“Razzie?”

“My rainbow bear. Mama gave him to me.”

His face darkened, but then he nodded. To her shock, he started climbing the tree. He went higher and higher as she watched on in shock, certain he was going to fall and hurt himself.

However, he got high enough to grab Razzie. “Catch.”

She caught her beloved bear in her arms and then watched the boy climb back down. When he reached the ground, she threw herself at him.

He just stood there, as though unsure what to do, while she hugged him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Hugging you.”

“Oh.”

She leaned back to look up into his face. His hair was too long and he had streaks of dirt on his cheeks.

“Don’t you know how to hug?” she asked.

“Uh. No.”

“That’s okay, I’ll teach you. Mama says I’m a great hugger.”

“All right. You should go home now to your mama.”

“I can’t.” She drew away from him, staring at the ground. “She died.”

“My parents are dead, too.”

Her head shot up. “Yeah?”

“Yep.”

That explained why he didn’t know how to hug. Isabelle decided that she was going to look after this boy. She slid her hand in his.

One day, she might even marry him.

Isa filled her backpack with everything she needed. A change of clothes. Razzie. Toothbrush. Snacks. And her sleeping bag. Then she snuck out her bedroom window and jumped to the ground below.

She wasn’t allowed to climb out her window.

Then again, she wasn’t really allowed to run away, either. But she was doing it.

Walking to the back of the property, she headed through the woods until she got to their spot. Then she climbed the old ladder up into the treehouse they’d created.

Well, Lachie had built most of it. He wouldn’t really let her help. Which had annoyed her.

Boys could be so silly sometimes.

When she got into the tree house, she laid out her sleeping bag. She’d use her hoodie as a pillow. Then she grabbed a packet of chocolate chip cookies out of her backpack. Her stepmom would be mad when she saw them gone, but Isa didn’t care.

She wouldn’t be there.

She’d nearly finished the packet when she heard a noise from the ladder, and then Lachie popped his head into the tree house.

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Under His Control – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.wownovels.com/under-his-control-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/under-his-control-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink Authors: Claire Thompson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
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Sold to a Master she shouldn’t want. Maybe he’s exactly what she needs…
When Ellen signs up for an Enclave binding auction, she hopes to be won by a Master who shares her happily-ever-after dreams. Instead, she’s paired with an ex-military special ops bad boy who is definitely all wrong for her, even if everything he does feels so right.

Damon has a dark past he’s never faced and a future with no place for love. A submissive who’s looking for Master Right should send him running for hills. But something about Ellen gets under his skin and just won’t quit. Fortunately, their Master/slave contract has a built-in escape clause. At the end of seven days, he will walk away, no strings attached.

If only it were that easy…

Publisher’s Note: While the experience will be enhanced by reading the books in the No Safeword Series in order, this book may be read as a stand-alone.

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Chapter 1

Black boots appeared in Ellen’s line of vision.

She looked up from her kneeling position on the mat and forgot how to breathe.

His black T-shirt hugged broad shoulders and a muscular chest. A barbed-wire tattoo ringed his bulging right biceps. His hair was so dark it glinted blue in the dungeon light. It was tousled, curling at his neck, strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes. His jaw was square, his lips full, their curve at once sensual and cruel. Her eye was drawn to the scar that slashed his left cheek. It was a slender, silvery-white line that curved just below his left eye, tapering toward his mouth.

The exhaustion she’d felt from the culmination of the previous scenes fell away as the Dom shook the hair from his face with a toss of his head and regarded her from beneath heavy brows. Ice brushed her spine as his gaze burned slowly over every inch, every curve.

Master Damon was Ellen’s sixth and final scene partner of the evening. While each of the five other Doms bidding for her slave contract had been skilled and assured, none had penetrated the shield of her submissive poise. Yet, this Dom already had her just by showing up.

She stared back into gray-green eyes that were as cool and remote as a winter sea. A rush of liquid heat sluiced through her as he held her captive with his gaze. She had a ridiculous, completely unsubmissive impulse to close her knees and wrap her arms around her naked body.

He’s trouble, her mind whispered.

Bring it, her gut replied.

With a casual flick of his hand, he indicated she should stand.

Ellen willed herself to be calm as she rose slowly and gracefully from her knees. Damn it if her legs weren’t trembling. What the hell was happening here? Trying to ignore the heat coursing through her body and no doubt splashing over her cheeks, she stood straight, arms at her sides.

Still without speaking, he reached for her throat, his large hand easily spanning her jawline. His touch was firm, but she was able to breathe. With his other hand, he reached between her legs and cupped her bare sex.

A shudder ran through Ellen as he slid a hard finger inside her. When he ground his palm against her throbbing clit, a low, feral moan escaped her lips.

A knowing smile lifted the corners of Master Damon’s lush mouth. There was a dangerous glint in his eye that both compelled her and frightened her.

When he pulled his hand from her sex, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from begging for its return. With the other hand still on her throat, he tightened his grip, this time cutting off her ability to breathe.

Pressure built behind her face. Her nipples hardened to throbbing points as he held her transfixed with his cool, hard gaze. Black spots appeared before her eyes but she was too well trained to pull away.

Then all at once, Master Damon let her go. Ellen swayed as she sucked in a huge breath, heart pounding. His strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her. Still, he didn’t say a word. Christ, who was this guy?

Ellen couldn’t deny she’d been impressed with Master Damon’s experience in the scene and intrigued by his background, not to mention his gorgeous profile picture on The Enclave binding auction site. But when ranking his goals and objectives as they pertained to BDSM, he’d put finding a permanent partner dead last. By definition, this ranking had relegated him to the bottom of her list. Because, though the slave contract might only be for one week, Ellen was hoping it would turn into something more.

None of that mattered as Master Damon stared into her eyes as if he already owned her. She stared back, mesmerized. Then, finally, he spoke.

“What would you do for your Master, Ellen?” His voice was deep, her name like a caress in his mouth.

Ellen closed her eyes for a second, calling on her training as she calmed herself. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

She pondered the question seriously. What would she do for the man who could fully claim her as his slave—not only her body and her obedience, but her very soul?

“Anything, Sir,” she answered with conviction.

He cocked a brow but said nothing in direct reply. Instead, he said, “Keep your eyes on me.”

The command was easy to obey, as there was nowhere else she’d rather look.

Before she could process what was happening, he lifted his hand and slapped her across the face with a hard palm. The force of the blow turned her head to the side.

She yelped with surprise as heat splashed over her cheek. Her eyes watered as she struggled to master her shock. At the same time, a deep, dark pleasure moved through her body. She could fly from a face slapping delivered by someone who knew what he was doing. And clearly, this man did.

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