| Author: | Cate Troyer | ISBN: | 1230000008231 |
| Publisher: | DLS Publishing | Publication: | July 28, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Cate Troyer |
| ISBN: | 1230000008231 |
| Publisher: | DLS Publishing |
| Publication: | July 28, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Elise signed the contract and made it through her first night. She has been medically inspected and passed with flying colors. Now, she's collared and owned, and training is underway. But what does a training collar mean? And is Goran in this just for the sex, or something more?
Excerpt:
*****I stood slowly, keeping my eyes on him, and lifted my leg as I was standing next to the bed. I heard his breath catch as the daylight streamed through the skirt of the dress. In the mirror behind him, I could see the outline of my legs through the fabric. Slowly, I pulled the skirt up to my thigh, and it draped down the side. I slipped the stocking on and slowly rolled it up my leg. I grabbed the garter and affixed it at the top of the thigh-high. As I repeated the process with the other leg, I heard James move closer to me. His hand stroked my exposed thigh, pushing the fabric higher... I straightened up and started to pull my leg off the bed, but his hand snaked out and grabbed a hank of hair. I cried out, raising my hand to his.*****
Elise signed the contract and made it through her first night. She has been medically inspected and passed with flying colors. Now, she's collared and owned, and training is underway. But what does a training collar mean? And is Goran in this just for the sex, or something more?
Excerpt:
*****I stood slowly, keeping my eyes on him, and lifted my leg as I was standing next to the bed. I heard his breath catch as the daylight streamed through the skirt of the dress. In the mirror behind him, I could see the outline of my legs through the fabric. Slowly, I pulled the skirt up to my thigh, and it draped down the side. I slipped the stocking on and slowly rolled it up my leg. I grabbed the garter and affixed it at the top of the thigh-high. As I repeated the process with the other leg, I heard James move closer to me. His hand stroked my exposed thigh, pushing the fabric higher... I straightened up and started to pull my leg off the bed, but his hand snaked out and grabbed a hank of hair. I cried out, raising my hand to his.*****
