| Author: | Violette Springs | ISBN: | 1230000160390 |
| Publisher: | Violette Springs Books | Publication: | August 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Violette Springs |
| ISBN: | 1230000160390 |
| Publisher: | Violette Springs Books |
| Publication: | August 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Description:
Becoming accustomed to her role as Mr. Cain’s slave, Catherine can’t believe she is the object of the dashing billionaire’s attentions. Nonetheless, she harbors concerns over the brooding real estate mogul’s dark past. Not wanting to repeat past mistakes, the taciturn Mr. Cain slowly distances himself from his slave and her probing questions. Frustrated at the secrets he keeps from her, Catherine earns her Master’s fury by openly challenging him. When her subsequent punishment goes too far, both of them question whether or not to continue their intimate yet dangerous liaison.
In a last ditch effort to salvage their relationship, the two spend a night out remind each other of the love they share. Slowly, Catherine gets past Matthew’s self-imposed barriers and into the source of his mental anguish. However, their romantic evening together takes a dark turn as Catherine learns the depth of her lover’s emotional scars. Driven by guilt from the death of his brother, Matthew teeters on the edge of self-destruction.
Damaged by the loss of loved ones, can the two lovers heal each other’s wounds? Or are some kinds of damage beyond repair?
EXPICIT: This 18,000 word story contains graphic BDSM imagery such as bondage, furniture play, leashes, whipping, spanking, humiliation, and wax play. This total power exchange may be too intense and vivid for some to handle!
EXCERPT:
“Matthew-Master!” I yelled, turning around to see Matthew standing in the doorway. His large, muscular body towered over my small, dainty frame. My lover’s broad shoulders nearly filled the width of the doorframe. He wore a pitch black business suit with a snow white business shirt. I could make out the outline of his hard muscles around his recently unbuttoned collar. It said a lot when his clothed body continued to titillate me when I had seen him in his full nude glory. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Well, I do own the place,” he replied, mockery in his tone. He walked closer to me with heavy footsteps. “Do you dread the sight of me? Am I an unwanted presence in my own home?”
No, I definitely don’t dread the sight of you. I felt blessed that such a gorgeous man would even consider making me his lover. His beautiful eyes just drew you in. I wanted to grab fistfuls of his hair and make love on the kitchen floor.
“Not at all,” I blurted out, struggling to regain my composure. I turned my attention back to my cooking. I heard him walk even closer. The sound of his footsteps was muffled through his Italian leather shoes “I didn’t hear you come in.”
I felt a cold, heavy hand grip my shoulder. An electric sensation ran from shoulder to the base of my spine and into every nerve of my body. “I wouldn’t expect you to have superhuman hearing. The main door is quite a ways away.”
I could sense his eyes trailing across my clothing. Matthew always had me dressed up in something fancy or sexy. I was never without my high heels or my slave collar. Today was no exception. I wore a skimpy black bustier. It had a wonderful effect on my cleavage. A thong bisected my ass into two fleshy hemispheres. I wore an apron to prevent the outfit from becoming stained.
I focused on preparing our dinner. Matthew’s hands cupped my breasts and gave them a good squeeze. He pinched my nipples through the cups of the bustier. I barely managed to hold back a moan. His hands moved to hold my waist and then grasp the swell of my buttocks. It made it difficult to concentrate on my task. “I just didn’t expect you to be back so soon-“
He slapped my ass.
Description:
Becoming accustomed to her role as Mr. Cain’s slave, Catherine can’t believe she is the object of the dashing billionaire’s attentions. Nonetheless, she harbors concerns over the brooding real estate mogul’s dark past. Not wanting to repeat past mistakes, the taciturn Mr. Cain slowly distances himself from his slave and her probing questions. Frustrated at the secrets he keeps from her, Catherine earns her Master’s fury by openly challenging him. When her subsequent punishment goes too far, both of them question whether or not to continue their intimate yet dangerous liaison.
In a last ditch effort to salvage their relationship, the two spend a night out remind each other of the love they share. Slowly, Catherine gets past Matthew’s self-imposed barriers and into the source of his mental anguish. However, their romantic evening together takes a dark turn as Catherine learns the depth of her lover’s emotional scars. Driven by guilt from the death of his brother, Matthew teeters on the edge of self-destruction.
Damaged by the loss of loved ones, can the two lovers heal each other’s wounds? Or are some kinds of damage beyond repair?
EXPICIT: This 18,000 word story contains graphic BDSM imagery such as bondage, furniture play, leashes, whipping, spanking, humiliation, and wax play. This total power exchange may be too intense and vivid for some to handle!
EXCERPT:
“Matthew-Master!” I yelled, turning around to see Matthew standing in the doorway. His large, muscular body towered over my small, dainty frame. My lover’s broad shoulders nearly filled the width of the doorframe. He wore a pitch black business suit with a snow white business shirt. I could make out the outline of his hard muscles around his recently unbuttoned collar. It said a lot when his clothed body continued to titillate me when I had seen him in his full nude glory. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Well, I do own the place,” he replied, mockery in his tone. He walked closer to me with heavy footsteps. “Do you dread the sight of me? Am I an unwanted presence in my own home?”
No, I definitely don’t dread the sight of you. I felt blessed that such a gorgeous man would even consider making me his lover. His beautiful eyes just drew you in. I wanted to grab fistfuls of his hair and make love on the kitchen floor.
“Not at all,” I blurted out, struggling to regain my composure. I turned my attention back to my cooking. I heard him walk even closer. The sound of his footsteps was muffled through his Italian leather shoes “I didn’t hear you come in.”
I felt a cold, heavy hand grip my shoulder. An electric sensation ran from shoulder to the base of my spine and into every nerve of my body. “I wouldn’t expect you to have superhuman hearing. The main door is quite a ways away.”
I could sense his eyes trailing across my clothing. Matthew always had me dressed up in something fancy or sexy. I was never without my high heels or my slave collar. Today was no exception. I wore a skimpy black bustier. It had a wonderful effect on my cleavage. A thong bisected my ass into two fleshy hemispheres. I wore an apron to prevent the outfit from becoming stained.
I focused on preparing our dinner. Matthew’s hands cupped my breasts and gave them a good squeeze. He pinched my nipples through the cups of the bustier. I barely managed to hold back a moan. His hands moved to hold my waist and then grasp the swell of my buttocks. It made it difficult to concentrate on my task. “I just didn’t expect you to be back so soon-“
He slapped my ass.
