Nate shook his head. “No, of course not. How can I, when all I can think about is you?”
He brought his lips down gently on hers. “Now, do you think you’d like to get rid of those nipple clamps?”
Emily smiled. There was a lot she didn’t know about Nate, and she didn’t expect the ride ahead to be particularly smooth, but she’d definitely enjoy this night. “Maybe we could go out to dinner first? And then we can come back here…”
Nate punched a button in his phone and called Aaron. “Bring the car around,” he said, and then he turned to Emily. “I know just the place. You’re not going to forget tonight.”
This is the first part of the Surrender series, and is continued in Part 2: Losing Her Heart
Extract From “Losing Her Heart: Surrender, Part 2”
Emily was shocked and angry, and before she could react, Nate led her over to the door and kissed her cheek. “Goodbye,” he said.
He opened the door for her and Emily stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? You tell me you love me, you punish me, and then you ask me to leave?”
Nate looked at her seriously. “You have to trust me. This is for the best.”
A blinding rage swept through Emily’s mind. How many girls had Nate brought to his apartment, how many girls had he professed love to and then tied up and spanked? Emily felt like a fool. The memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and her cheeks grew red. She had begged for it, she had let Nate do whatever he wanted, and she had humiliated herself for him. Her bottom stung from the paddling, and her pussy was sore and aching.
She wouldn’t be made a fool any more. Blinking back her tears, Emily turned and made her way to the elevator.
Alicia Roberts Is Also The Author Of:
Vicki and the Platinum Society: The Billionaire’s Secret BDSM Club
Natasha and the Platinum Society: Working for the Secret BDSM Club
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Punishing His Accountant: Training His New Submissive
Keira's Journey: The Billionaire's Submissive
Provoking the Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge
Bride By Design (Adult Romance)
Secrets and Seduction (Adult Romance)
The Billionaire's Contract (Adult Romance)
The Pink Rose: Secrets, Love & Betrayal (Download for Free Here)
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Extract From “Invitation to the Platinum Society: The Billionaire’s Secret BDSM Club”
Description:
Vicki was thrilled to be accepted into her dream law school – it’s just too bad she can’t afford to go. Unless…
A chance encounter with a handsome stranger leads to her discovering certain things about herself, like her desire to be dominated and spanked. It’s funny how fulfilling her desire to be used and humiliated might also lead to her receiving enough cash to pay for her tuition in full…
Extract:
I told him my street address, and Nate raised the window again, so that we were in our own private space. “So Vicki, tell me about law school.”
There was something about the way he looked at me, the way his eyes seemed to take in everything, that made me trust him and feel flushed at the same time. He moved to sit closer to me on the limo seat, and a strange warmth began to spread through my body.
“It’s warm in here,” I said nervously, undoing the top button of my shirt. Nate’s eyes travelled down to my fingers, watching as I parted the neckline of the shirt a bit more.
And then his eyes travelled further down, and I realized that my nipples had hardened, and were poking through the thin fabric of the shirt. I blushed – my body was reacting as if I was aroused.
Later, I would learn that Nate was a member of the Platinum Society, an exclusive and secret BDSM club for billionaires. As a member, he wore their signature scent – a heady cocktail of pheromones and other chemicals that made some girls feel ridiculously aroused.
Turns out, I was one of the girls who reacted that way.
But right then in the limo, I didn’t know about the pheromone scent. All I knew was that I was behaving strangely, and my body seemed to be out of control. I could feel my panties getting moist, and I hoped desperately that I would get things under control soon.
Extract From "Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive"
Description:
Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.
At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…
Extract:
His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."
He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…
My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew exactly what I looked like undressed.
Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How badly do you want to keep this job?"
I gulped. "Very badly, sir."
"Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's my best choice"
I started to speak but he held up his hand to silence me.
"I like you," he said softly, and I breathed in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative, and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see everything.
"If you're ready to do anything to keep your job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."
I felt thankfulness flood through my veins, and my eyes widened with relief.
"I'll do anything," I said confidently.
"Well then," he smiled, "Come here and beg for forgiveness."
I looked at him, surprised.
He pointed to a spot on the floor, just before his feet. "Get on your knees," he commanded.
I noticed now the bulge in the front of his pants, and he ran one hand over it, emphasizing it, making it obvious what I was about to do.
I had a few seconds to make my decision. It was an easy choice to make - I went over and kneeled before him.
"Unbutton your blouse."
His voice was harsh and commanding, and I felt the humiliation bubble up inside me. With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons slowly, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.
When they were all unbuttoned, I let the shirt hang loose, hoping I could keep it on. Connor reached down and pushed the panels apart, exposing my bra-clad breasts. I felt embarrassed, and hoped this was it, that I wouldn't have to take anything off.
But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He cupped my breasts from the side, and said, "You're already aroused. Good. I like that."
Extract From Provoking The Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge
Description:
Stella is a strong, independent woman and she sees no reason why a woman would
allow herself to be dominated by a man. When she meets Morgan, a casino owner with whom she feels a powerful attraction, she derides him for being a Dominant.
But Morgan challenges her to be his Submissive for a week, and Stella stubbornly accepts, determined to prove that any woman can be a submissive without enjoying it.
During the challenge, Morgan employs all his tricks to make her admit she enjoys it. He insists Stella behave like a proper submissive, and this includes being constantly naked, allowing him to touch her intimately, and accepting spankings and other punishments for her mistakes.
Stella is determined to emerge from the challenge with her heart intact – but will that be possible?
Extract:
Morgan started laughing before I could go on. "Stella, I intend to show you just how 'tiny' my cock is before the week finishes."
I blushed, groaning that my jab had backfired. "But you're not putting it in me."
"Fine. I can do that. But don't kid yourself that this isn't about sex." He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "Because this is all about sex. And there are a lot of other things I can do to make you scream."
We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly till I finally looked down at the contract again. "And there's not going to be bondage."
"I can't agree to that. BDSM is all about bondage."
"But I don't like the idea of being tied up."
"No can do. If you're not willing to get tied up, you might as well admit you're chicken and back out right now."
I sighed. "Fine. And I guess this means you want to go ahead with spankings and stuff."
"Absolutely. Remember, the bet ends after a week. If I can get you to admit you like BDSM by that time, I win. But if you last a week with me, and after all that time you decide you hate BDSM, you win."
"Hmm." I was determined not to like this week. "And what are the stakes?"
Morgan leaned back in his chair. "If you win, I'll buy a sponsorship on your blog for $300,000. But if you lose, you'll mention the Treasury Casino in your blog's sidebar for free."
I nodded. "Sounds reasonable."
"And you'll mention that the owner of the casino, Morgan Anderson, is a handsome, intelligent man and a wonderful lover, and you'll keep it up for a year."
It was my turn to stare at him like he'd grown horns. "Are you nuts? There's no way I'm saying that!"
"Then you'd better not lose."
He smirked annoyingly and I glared at him. "Oh, I'm sure I'll win. It'll be a pleasure to take your money."
I signed the contract with a flourish and handed it over.
Morgan glanced at it and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night at 7. Come up to my suite, bring all your things and wear a skirt."
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