Learning the Hard Way (Billionaire Games #1)
Cheryl's world changes when she finds out her husband's secret. She embarks on a series of romances, and is enmeshed in what seems to be a much deeper mystery, where everyone she meets is connected to some secret sex club, with the mysterious Billionaire pulling all of the strings. Cheryl believes it's all a game, but the Billionaire is playing for keeps.
Excerpt
He stands and I shut my eyes. But the last think thing I see is the long large bulge of his cock pressed against the front of his pants. It stays in front of me in the darkness. I'm not sure if he would let me leave, but I don't think I want to leave anymore. I like this game. Say 'Doormat and it stops', but I don't want it to stop yet.
With my eyes shut I can hear my heart thumping in my ears and my heavy breath, the only sounds in the room. My hearing must be stronger with my eyes closed, I can hear the rustle of fabric as he moves, and the leather of his shoes scraping against the floor as he steps towards me.
I smell soap and lilac and testosterone as he comes closer. I can see him in my mind standing in front of me and all I want to do is open my eyes and pull him close to me so I can brush my lips over his hard cock through the cloth separating us. I am a tiger.
I can feel the warmth from his body as he comes closer and leans his face towards mine, and my heart pounds as the smell of him fills me.
His lips brush my cheek as he whispers into my ear, �Keep your eyes closed like a good Serva.� That word again. But my body and my brain were running so fast and too far apart to question it. He doesn't say I'll be punished if I open them, but I can hear the threat in his voice, and I can still feel his cold green eyes and feel that look that there's no arguing against, no questioning.
I want to open my eyes, and I don't care if I am punished, I might like the punishment, but I keep them shut. His hands are on mine. He holds my wrists together and pulls me up with no help from my legs. My body is against his. He towers over me, my face pressed against his chest, and my hands in the air, held by his. In one smooth move he pulls me forward and suddenly he is behind me, his hard arms wrapped around me, holding my wrists low near my crotch and his waist is pressed against my ass. I can feel the hardness through his pants, throbbing as it stiffens. He leans forward with his weight against me, and tugs my arms forward and I bend over, pushing my ass harder against him. He pulls my hands down to the cool surface of the desk and as I bend over he fits his body against mine. I feel his cock, fully erect, pressing against me and I whimper, wanting him but he isn't concerned with that. I want him now. Fucking me just like this, with his hands squeezing my hips too hard as he pounds me into the desk. I can see him doing it in my head, but here, he is carefully bringing my hands down together on the desk and covering them with his, holding them down. His free hand draws a slow line down my body from my neck, down my back and past my hips until he brushes across my pussy.
�Oh, please...�
He did not allow me to speak. I can feel his hand clench over my wrists , pressing down hard against the desk while he cups my pussy with his free hand that was so gentle a second ago. His finger presses down the hot slick crease and I want him to curl his finger and slide it inside me.
�Speaking out of turn, this behavior is not acceptable.�
�Yes sir.� I answer without thinking first.
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He stands and I shut my eyes. But the last think thing I see is the long large bulge of his cock pressed against the front of his pants. It stays in front of me in the darkness. I'm not sure if he would let me leave, but I don't think I want to leave anymore. I like this game. Say 'Doormat and it stops', but I don't want it to stop yet.
With my eyes shut I can hear my heart thumping in my ears and my heavy breath, the only sounds in the room. My hearing must be stronger with my eyes closed, I can hear the rustle of fabric as he moves, and the leather of his shoes scraping against the floor as he steps towards me.
I smell soap and lilac and testosterone as he comes closer. I can see him in my mind standing in front of me and all I want to do is open my eyes and pull him close to me so I can brush my lips over his hard cock through the cloth separating us. I am a tiger.
I can feel the warmth from his body as he comes closer and leans his face towards mine, and my heart pounds as the smell of him fills me.
His lips brush my cheek as he whispers into my ear, �Keep your eyes closed like a good Serva.� That word again. But my body and my brain were running so fast and too far apart to question it. He doesn't say I'll be punished if I open them, but I can hear the threat in his voice, and I can still feel his cold green eyes and feel that look that there's no arguing against, no questioning.
I want to open my eyes, and I don't care if I am punished, I might like the punishment, but I keep them shut. His hands are on mine. He holds my wrists together and pulls me up with no help from my legs. My body is against his. He towers over me, my face pressed against his chest, and my hands in the air, held by his. In one smooth move he pulls me forward and suddenly he is behind me, his hard arms wrapped around me, holding my wrists low near my crotch and his waist is pressed against my ass. I can feel the hardness through his pants, throbbing as it stiffens. He leans forward with his weight against me, and tugs my arms forward and I bend over, pushing my ass harder against him. He pulls my hands down to the cool surface of the desk and as I bend over he fits his body against mine. I feel his cock, fully erect, pressing against me and I whimper, wanting him but he isn't concerned with that. I want him now. Fucking me just like this, with his hands squeezing my hips too hard as he pounds me into the desk. I can see him doing it in my head, but here, he is carefully bringing my hands down together on the desk and covering them with his, holding them down. His free hand draws a slow line down my body from my neck, down my back and past my hips until he brushes across my pussy.
�Oh, please...�
He did not allow me to speak. I can feel his hand clench over my wrists , pressing down hard against the desk while he cups my pussy with his free hand that was so gentle a second ago. His finger presses down the hot slick crease and I want him to curl his finger and slide it inside me.
�Speaking out of turn, this behavior is not acceptable.�
�Yes sir.� I answer without thinking first.
Learning the Hard Way (Billionaire Games #1)
Cheryl's world changes when she finds out her husband's secret. She embarks on a series of romances, and is enmeshed in what seems to be a much deeper mystery, where everyone she meets is connected to some secret sex club, with the mysterious Billionaire pulling all of the strings. Cheryl believes it's all a game, but the Billionaire is playing for keeps.
Excerpt
He stands and I shut my eyes. But the last think thing I see is the long large bulge of his cock pressed against the front of his pants. It stays in front of me in the darkness. I'm not sure if he would let me leave, but I don't think I want to leave anymore. I like this game. Say 'Doormat and it stops', but I don't want it to stop yet.
With my eyes shut I can hear my heart thumping in my ears and my heavy breath, the only sounds in the room. My hearing must be stronger with my eyes closed, I can hear the rustle of fabric as he moves, and the leather of his shoes scraping against the floor as he steps towards me.
I smell soap and lilac and testosterone as he comes closer. I can see him in my mind standing in front of me and all I want to do is open my eyes and pull him close to me so I can brush my lips over his hard cock through the cloth separating us. I am a tiger.
I can feel the warmth from his body as he comes closer and leans his face towards mine, and my heart pounds as the smell of him fills me.
His lips brush my cheek as he whispers into my ear, �Keep your eyes closed like a good Serva.� That word again. But my body and my brain were running so fast and too far apart to question it. He doesn't say I'll be punished if I open them, but I can hear the threat in his voice, and I can still feel his cold green eyes and feel that look that there's no arguing against, no questioning.
I want to open my eyes, and I don't care if I am punished, I might like the punishment, but I keep them shut. His hands are on mine. He holds my wrists together and pulls me up with no help from my legs. My body is against his. He towers over me, my face pressed against his chest, and my hands in the air, held by his. In one smooth move he pulls me forward and suddenly he is behind me, his hard arms wrapped around me, holding my wrists low near my crotch and his waist is pressed against my ass. I can feel the hardness through his pants, throbbing as it stiffens. He leans forward with his weight against me, and tugs my arms forward and I bend over, pushing my ass harder against him. He pulls my hands down to the cool surface of the desk and as I bend over he fits his body against mine. I feel his cock, fully erect, pressing against me and I whimper, wanting him but he isn't concerned with that. I want him now. Fucking me just like this, with his hands squeezing my hips too hard as he pounds me into the desk. I can see him doing it in my head, but here, he is carefully bringing my hands down together on the desk and covering them with his, holding them down. His free hand draws a slow line down my body from my neck, down my back and past my hips until he brushes across my pussy.
�Oh, please...�
He did not allow me to speak. I can feel his hand clench over my wrists , pressing down hard against the desk while he cups my pussy with his free hand that was so gentle a second ago. His finger presses down the hot slick crease and I want him to curl his finger and slide it inside me.
�Speaking out of turn, this behavior is not acceptable.�
�Yes sir.� I answer without thinking first.
Excerpt
He stands and I shut my eyes. But the last think thing I see is the long large bulge of his cock pressed against the front of his pants. It stays in front of me in the darkness. I'm not sure if he would let me leave, but I don't think I want to leave anymore. I like this game. Say 'Doormat and it stops', but I don't want it to stop yet.
With my eyes shut I can hear my heart thumping in my ears and my heavy breath, the only sounds in the room. My hearing must be stronger with my eyes closed, I can hear the rustle of fabric as he moves, and the leather of his shoes scraping against the floor as he steps towards me.
I smell soap and lilac and testosterone as he comes closer. I can see him in my mind standing in front of me and all I want to do is open my eyes and pull him close to me so I can brush my lips over his hard cock through the cloth separating us. I am a tiger.
I can feel the warmth from his body as he comes closer and leans his face towards mine, and my heart pounds as the smell of him fills me.
His lips brush my cheek as he whispers into my ear, �Keep your eyes closed like a good Serva.� That word again. But my body and my brain were running so fast and too far apart to question it. He doesn't say I'll be punished if I open them, but I can hear the threat in his voice, and I can still feel his cold green eyes and feel that look that there's no arguing against, no questioning.
I want to open my eyes, and I don't care if I am punished, I might like the punishment, but I keep them shut. His hands are on mine. He holds my wrists together and pulls me up with no help from my legs. My body is against his. He towers over me, my face pressed against his chest, and my hands in the air, held by his. In one smooth move he pulls me forward and suddenly he is behind me, his hard arms wrapped around me, holding my wrists low near my crotch and his waist is pressed against my ass. I can feel the hardness through his pants, throbbing as it stiffens. He leans forward with his weight against me, and tugs my arms forward and I bend over, pushing my ass harder against him. He pulls my hands down to the cool surface of the desk and as I bend over he fits his body against mine. I feel his cock, fully erect, pressing against me and I whimper, wanting him but he isn't concerned with that. I want him now. Fucking me just like this, with his hands squeezing my hips too hard as he pounds me into the desk. I can see him doing it in my head, but here, he is carefully bringing my hands down together on the desk and covering them with his, holding them down. His free hand draws a slow line down my body from my neck, down my back and past my hips until he brushes across my pussy.
�Oh, please...�
He did not allow me to speak. I can feel his hand clench over my wrists , pressing down hard against the desk while he cups my pussy with his free hand that was so gentle a second ago. His finger presses down the hot slick crease and I want him to curl his finger and slide it inside me.
�Speaking out of turn, this behavior is not acceptable.�
�Yes sir.� I answer without thinking first.
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| BN ID: | 2940149407491 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Evie Ferro |
| Publication date: | 05/02/2014 |
| Series: | Billionaire Games , #1 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 99 KB |
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