Allyson Harmon has it all; fame, beauty, adulation. As the star of Boston’s premier avant-garde dance troop she is at the pinnacle of her profession. Possessing a rare sultry beauty honed to perfection through a lifetime dedicated to her art, nothing stands between Allyson and her dreams. Nothing, that is, but Allyson herself.
For despite her achievements Allyson has yet to discover the one thing she wants above all others; the secret to opening her heart. Never before has Allyson found a man able to break down the barriers erected in her pursuit of perfect control.
Jeremy Ram may be just that man. Wealthy and powerful he enters Allyson’s life as the new patron of her dance troupe. A collector of exquisite beauty, Jeremy Ram sets his sights on Allyson Harmon making her an offer she finds irresistible as the man himself. An offer that hinges on Allyson’s ability to find as much truth in beauty as she as beauty in truth.
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Allyson’s eyes crinkled in pleasure, her lips plumped with a sly smile at the compliment. Jeremy handed Allyson into the limo, following. The driver closed the door jogging around the long hood before easing them out into the cool spring Boston night.
Allyson settled back on the seat watching Jeremy reach into his coat pocket. When it reemerged Jeremy held a slender length of silver chain, its links gossamer thin, the control it portended more symbolic than pragmatic. The tall dark-haired business tycoon leaned toward her. Allyson brushed her hair back, displaying the black leather spiked collar at her neck. Centered over her throat dangled a small silver clasp to which Jeremy attached the delicate chain.
“If you have anything to say, speak now.” Jeremy instructed. “Once we enter the club you are not to speak. You will follow instructions, from me or any other. At the first chime you will remove your blouse. At the second, your skirt. You will remove nothing else. Is that clear?”
“Y...yes,” Allyson hesitated. She’d known going into this what Jeremy expected of her, he’d been very explicit. But now…now that the time had come, she felt as nervous as if it were opening night at her first recital. “Will…will I be expected to…”
Jeremy smiled at her, not unaware of what she must be feeling. “You should expect to be touched. You will permit it without demur. For our purposes tonight, you are an object…a truly spectacular object to be sure, but an object nonetheless.”
He clasped her hand in his reassuring her. “You have incredible beauty. People will admire it, want to touch it, feel the truth of it with their own hands.” Jeremy released her hand knowing that he hadn’t completely answered her question.
Content Warning: This 7000+ word erotic story contains explicit sexual situations, harsh graphic language, erotic situations, rough sex, gangbang, gang bang, domination, submission, humiliation, bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism (BDSM) and it is very much a story for adults (18+)