The Billionaire's Son 3 : Heart's Desire is a ~6,000 word erotic romance which contains explicit depictions of sexual acts including light bdsm, a wild romp on a sex swing and a sexy billionaire playboy behaving badly . This story is intended for an adult audience only!
Excerpt:
Taking in the whole room, I saw a variety of objects I couldn't quite identify. A harness of some sort that suspended from the ceiling by chains was directly to my right. I stood casually looking around when the realization of what I was seeing slowly started to sink in. A few whips and riding crops hung on the walls. The wooden apparatus was some type of restraint. And the harness hanging from chains was some type of sex swing. My eyes widened in shock. I was locked in some kind of sex room with Derek!
I tried to remove my hand from his warm grasp, but he held tightly. "Oh my God! Is this what I think it is?"
He grinned boyishly. "Yes it is. And I'm glad to see you're so excited about it. The night is still young…"
"What!" I practically squeaked. "I can't believe this! You mean you have a - uh, sex playroom down here? And you've locked me in here…"
Derek interrupted my hysterical rant, "Hold on a minute. You are the one who locked us in here. And this is not my house. This is Jackson's sex playroom. And I believe the correct terminology is sex dungeon."
The Billionaire's Son 3 : Heart's Desire
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If you enjoyed The Billionaire's Son, you may also enjoy this title
by Mara Stone:
The Billionaire's Daughter
Claire Montgomery’s wealthy father has always given her everything she’d wanted – as long as she toed the line. When she refuses her father’s request for the first time, cancelling her engagement to the most successful bachelor at his firm, she discovers exactly how far he’ll go to punish her.
Fleeing to San Francisco she experiences true independence for the first time, sharing a house with other women and finding work in a coffee shop owned by Jordan Hunter. Mysterious and powerful, Jordan's involvement in the BDSM scene both intrigues and frightens her and Claire desperately tries to resist her growing attraction to him.
Breaking her engagement has cost Claire her family. If she follows her instincts and submits to Jordan will she be risking her new found freedom?
EXCERPT:
Claire smiled. “You know, I can’t imagine you…” she gestured to the pictures on the wall.
“Cause I’m such a likeable guy?”
Claire shrugged. “Well… yes.”
Jordan sobered. He straightened to his full, considerable height and loomed over her. Claire was suddenly very, very unsure of herself. Jordan stripped the coffee cup from her hand and set it on the table.
He stood inches away, looking down at her with eyes that were suddenly a flinty steel grey. He tipped her chin up with one finger and simply held her gaze. She tried to glance away but found she couldn’t.
He spoke in a deep, solemn voice. “How about now?”
She swallowed, hard, and nodded. “Now I can,” she admitted in a whisper.
He smiled, a slow, easy grin and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “That’s a girl.”
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Other titles by Arabella Quinn
Watch Me (A Story of Extreme Exhibitionism)
When a stranger catches an introverted bookish woman in the act of pleasuring herself, at first, she is deeply horrified. Little by little, she begins to realize that her accidental exhibitionism was liberating and sexy. While the stranger watches, the naughty escapades must ramp up in intensity to keep his attention. Soon she reaches a line that she knows she should never cross.
Watch Me is a ~10,000 word short erotic story that contains explicit depictions of sexual acts including masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex toys, f/f sex, oral sex and anal penetration.
EXCERPT:
I slowly peeled off my clothing and reclined against the back of the couch. I shivered as I imagined his eyes scanning every nook and cranny of my body. I knew that he could see every inch of my body as he was one floor above me. Without realizing it, I parted my legs slightly to improve his view.
I scooped an ice cube out of the glass resting the glass on the arm of the couch. I laid back on the cushion and trailed the ice slowly up my arm and over to my breast. My nipple immediately contracted into a hardened nub at the cold touch. I circled my nipple a few times before trailing lower. I moved slowly past my belly button and then lower still. I worked my way slowly downward.
I slipped the cube into my slit and slowly moved it over my clitoris, pressing it softly against it. The sensation was different, numbing and stimulating at the same time. I slid it further down to my opening. The ice was melting fast and getting too small. I popped the small piece into my mouth and then grabbed a new piece from the glass. I placed the new piece on my clitoris for a few seconds and then plunged it into my pussy. I was desperate to feel the strangely numbed sensations escalate, so I began moving the ice cube in and out as quickly as I could. Sensations were building. I plunged the rapidly melting ice cube in and out.
Watch Me (A Story of Extreme Exhibitionism)
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