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Bent to His Will: A Dark Billionaire Romance by Piper Stone

I’m going to make her beg. Then I’m going to make her mine.

Even the most powerful men in the world know better than to cross me, but Autumn Sutherland thought she could spy on me in my own club and get away with it. Now she must be punished.

She tried to expose me, so she will be exposed. Bare, bound, and helplessly on display, she’ll beg for mercy as my strap lashes her quivering bottom and my crop leaves its burning welts on her most intimate spots. Then she’ll scream my name as she takes every inch of me, long and hard.

When I am done with her, she won’t just be sore and shamefully broken. She will be mine.


Publisher’s Note: Bent to His Will includes spankings, rough sexual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Piper Stone

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 85,800 words


“Monster,” I huffed before I could stop myself.

His growl sent another shower of tingles dancing in a stimulating wave of sensations, the electricity soaring. “I’ve been called many things, Valentina. None of which bother me. In fact, I take pride in the fact so many are terrified any time I walk into the room.”

My God. He took glory in being feared, in people cowering at his presence. What kind of man presented himself that way? I dared to lock eyes with his as he trailed the crop along my tummy, moving ever so slowly to my thigh before walking all the way around me, the leather never leaving my skin.

“I suggest you quickly learn your place, Valentina, or this episode is going to be extremely painful.” While his words were frank, there was still a strong sound of desire within them, as if he was going to eat me alive.

“What place is that? Sir?” I spit out as he continued his trail, sliding the damn thing up along my shoulders then down my spine, tapping first one buttock then the other.


There were so many nasty things I wanted to say but I kept my mouth shut, closing my eyes as he brushed the leather along the back of my thighs, shifting from side to side. I wasn’t prepared for the quick snap of his wrist not once but twice as he slapped the crop from one leg to the other. The moment of anguish was biting, stealing my breath.

“Oh…” I was shocked as my body lurched forward involuntarily, the chains rattling.

“As I told you earlier, the sweetest moment of ecstasy comes from an intense heightening of agony. Are you ready to learn more?”

His voice seemed to echo just like his footsteps had done, as if none of this was real. But I answered appropriately. “Yes, sir.”

“Mmm…” he breathed before repeated his actions, only this time snapping the crop three times against both thighs.

I bit back a cry, tears forming in my eyes, but not from any level of pain. They flowed from the humiliation and powerlessness I felt, punished for sins I hadn’t committed.

And for the fact I was elated on some level, my nipples aching to feel the sting of the thin leather. He didn’t coddle me, his strangled breathing quickening as he smacked my bottom several times, the whooshing sound startling every time. When he moved the end between my legs, lightly tapping my pussy, I finally couldn’t hold back a whimper any longer.

I jerked forward, a trickle of real fear shooting through me.

“Relax, sweet Valentina,” he instructed, as if I knew how to do that. “Now, are you going to tell me why you were taking pictures of the members of my club?”

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in. He wasn’t going to get anything out of me. I hadn’t realized I’d shaken my head until he fisted my hair, yanking with enough force I hissed.

“You’re going to pay for your insolence and your lies. The severity will depend entirely on you. I’ll ask you one more time. Why were you taking pictures of my customers?”

“I was fascinated. Okay? That’s all.” The lie was ridiculous but what the hell was I supposed to say?

When he snapped the crop against my swollen folds four times in succession, I opened my mouth to scream, but there was no sound. He kept his hold on my hair as he leaned forward, whispering into my ear, “Not good enough. We’ll try again later. You’re going to learn that making me your enemy won’t bode well for you.”

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