Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
He’s not just going to take me. He’s going to tame me.
After escaping both my father’s plans to marry me off and the Russian mafia, I woke up this morning thinking I was a free woman… until I saw the man sipping coffee in my hotel room.
He’s a billionaire as powerful as any mob boss, yet even as he spanks me into soaking wet, shameful surrender I can’t help begging him to ravage my virgin body right then and there.
I can run, but I know soon I’ll be kneeling at his feet, bare, blushing, and ready to be claimed.
Because I’m his to take.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 64,000 words
Excerpt
“You’re going to come again for me, angel,” he demanded, his voice low and growly and overwhelming.
“I can’t,” I gasped.
He slapped my ass so firmly that the sting radiated straight down into my pussy. I clenched around his cock, crying out from the aching pain while at the same time begging for more.
“But…”
I’d already come twice in such a short time period. My whole body was throbbing with aftershocks, and he wanted another. His hips pistoned against mine, driving every thick inch of him into me as rapidly as he could.
The head of his cock pounded against my cervix. It ached that much more deeply, and a part of me wondered if he was using me so hard that I would bruise there.
I keened when he wrapped his hands around my hips and yanked me back. Without saying anything, he slipped one arm beneath me and lifted me just enough to cup my pussy. When his fingertips slid over my clit, I gasped. Overly sensitive, I cried out, trying to twist and turn my hips to alleviate the pressure. I couldn’t escape it. There was nothing for me to do except feel it.
“You are going to come for me again, angel. The only choice you have is whether you’re going to come like a good girl or if I’m going to have to punish your tight virgin bottom with my finger while I fuck your pussy,” he warned.
I didn’t believe him, at least not at first. As if he knew I was battling with my disbelief, he slid his thumb down the upper half of the cleft of my ass. When his thumb settled on top of my bottom hole, I froze.
He did mean it. I clenched against him protectively, but there would be no fighting his strength. If he wanted to put a finger in my bottom, he would.
I swallowed back my sudden surge of curiosity, quickly distracted by the dancing of his fingers over my clit. I moaned, unable to keep still at the whirlwind of sensations rattling through me at being full of his cock and having his touch on me at the same time. My eyes rolled back in my head and impossibly, I could feel the stirrings for yet another orgasm somewhere deep in my core.
This was absolute insanity.
I’d read about sex in books. I’d seen it in movies. I’d even witnessed it happening in real life before, but none of that prepared me for what my own first fucking would be like.
None of it could have even remotely encompassed how it felt.
A cloud of bliss held me captive. I drowned in its thralls so thoroughly that I would have had difficulty clawing to the surface even if I had wanted to. He fucked me so roughly that I jolted forward on the bed.
I moaned, overtaken with pain at first. But the pleasure that soon followed overcame it.
My need gripped me in its clutches, holding me prisoner and demanding everything I had left to give. I didn’t exactly hand it over. He took it.
He fucked me so much harder. I screamed, but when my release came barreling toward me, there was nothing for me to do other than to feel every last moment of it.
