Owl-eyed, she considered him for a long moment, then asked, "What did you have in mind, exactly?"
"One hand of five card draw."
It was the first time he'd allowed himself to smile since they'd been alone, and it wasn't a pretty sight. "Winner takes all."
"But you're broke. What are you gonna bet?"
He pushed her silver coins to one side. "I don't want to bet money."
Those deep blue eyes seemed to darken to almost purple as they widened and she leaned over the table, her breasts squashed tantalizingly against the green felt. "Then what are we betting?" she asked in a stage whisper.
Forcing himself to stop staring at the lightly tanned, fully ripe fruit that was inches away from his already-watering mouth, Rod met her eyes with his. "Submission. Complete submission."
Meet Rod Salem and Sunny McClure - young, powerful CEOs of major corporations - each used to giving orders. But as of tonight, and for the next three days, one of them is going to be TAKING all the orders - but not to buy and sell products. And it's not Rod. Sunny lost and now must accept that she will be spanked to tears, with rows of crimson stripes decorating her blistering-hot backside, kneeling to pleasure her man orally, accepting the most humiliating bottom-play possible, - in short, obeying his every whim. This story contains elements of non-consensual oral, vaginal and anal sex, enemas, spankings and paddlings. If you are offended by such material, you are urged to not buy this book.