I felt like I'd lost track of time. Morgan slowed down at some point and began to massage my cheeks and I relaxed, but as soon as I thought it was over he brought his hand down on my ass again. This time he began alternating swats with caresses and I never knew what was coming next, or even what I wanted to come next.
I felt myself grow wetter and wetter and I finally lost control and began moaning out loud.
The fingers on my clit pressed down and teased me, and I felt Morgan move his other hand to press down on my entrance. I rocked my hips, tied in place and unable to move much. I was already spread apart and I moaned, "Please, put it in."
Morgan obliged and he slipped two fingers in easily. I groaned out in happiness and clenched my walls around the fingers, before he drew them out and began to thrust them into me, moving in and out rhythmically. I felt helpless as his fingers brought me closer and closer to climax, my ass cheeks sore from the spanking, until I felt the world around me go red and with an animalistic groan I felt the pressure flow out of me and the waves of orgasm took over.
When it was over I felt sore and limp. Morgan undid the handcuffs and I moved my hands gingerly and allowed him to turn me over. He lay down, and I felt his erection press against my thigh. The knowledge of his arousal was turning me on again, and he brought his lips down around my nipple, licking me and then taking my breast into his mouth. He slowly moved his mouth away, clenching tight with his lips on the nipple before releasing it.
I groaned, feeling exhausted and not wanting to do this, but my body had other plans and I was growing wet again. I let Morgan spread my legs apart and he pressed his face against my mound.
I felt his lips on my clit and I sighed out loudly. His lips moved down and began to lap me up hungrily. His tongue speared my clit again and again and then he moved down to my spread lips once more.
I began to writhe and moan uncontrollably. I could feel the pressure building up and it wasn't long before the orgasm took over me again. I felt waves of pleasure flood out of me and finally I was spent.
I allowed Morgan to hold me close as I lay limp in his arms and at some point I realized that his erection was pressing against my thigh. I wondered hazily if I should offer to take care of it, when Morgan kissed my cheek and wished me "good night and sweet dreams" before leaving me alone.
I lay curled up in a ball and managed to pull the covers over myself. I couldn't bother to get dressed. I desperately wanted Morgan to hold me, but a part of me was also happy to be alone.
As the calmness came over me and I managed to gather my wits, I felt glad Morgan had left me alone. To be honest, I'd actually had a great time. And if Morgan had asked me how I'd felt a few minutes ago, I might have admitted that I'd really enjoyed it. But now I'd had time to think things through, and I knew that if asked, I'd say I hated it.
We'd be continuing tomorrow morning, Morgan had told me before he left. He'd taken the day off so he could teach me about BDSM and submissiveness, and I had no doubt he'd try all kinds of tricks to make me say I was enjoying myself. I smiled cunningly – I was on to him now, and I knew I had to hold back.
As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what tomorrow would hold…
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Alicia Roberts Is Also The Author Of:
Keira's Journey: The Billionaire's Submissive, BDSM Romance Series:
Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive
Keira's Visit: The Billionaire's Submissive 2
Keira's Past: The Billionaire's Submissive 3
The Billionaire's Contract Trilogy, Adult Romance Series:
The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals
The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations
The Billionaire's Contract 3: Aftermath
Bride By Design Trilogy, Adult Romance Series
Bride By Design: Flights of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)
Bride By Design 2: Manchala On The Mind (Taken By The Billionaire)
Bride By Design 3: Manchala Nights (Taken By The Billionaire)
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Extract From "Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive"
Description:
Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.
At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…
Extract:
His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."
He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…
My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew exactly what I looked like undressed.
Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How badly do you want to keep this job?"
I gulped. "Very badly, sir."
"Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's my best choice"
I started to speak but he held up his hand to silence me.
"I like you," he said softly, and I breathed in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative, and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see everything.
"If you're ready to do anything to keep your job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."
I felt thankfulness flood through my veins, and my eyes widened with relief.
"I'll do anything," I said confidently.
"Well then," he smiled, "Come here and beg for forgiveness."
I looked at him, surprised.
He pointed to a spot on the floor, just before his feet. "Get on your knees," he commanded.
I noticed now the bulge in the front of his pants, and he ran one hand over it, emphasizing it, making it obvious what I was about to do.
I had a few seconds to make my decision. It was an easy choice to make - I went over and kneeled before him.
"Unbutton your blouse."
His voice was harsh and commanding, and I felt the humiliation bubble up inside me. With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons slowly, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.
When they were all unbuttoned, I let the shirt hang loose, hoping I could keep it on. Connor reached down and pushed the panels apart, exposing my bra-clad breasts. I felt embarrassed, and hoped this was it, that I wouldn't have to take anything off.
But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He cupped my breasts from the side, and said, "You
're already aroused. Good. I like that."
Extract From Bride By Design: Flights Of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)
Description:
Lisa has just lost her job. Her career as an aspiring designer seems to be going nowhere and she doesn't need any more complications in her life right now.
She especially doesn't need a passionate encounter with her crush on a midnight flight from LA to New York. She doesn't need him to pursue her, she doesn't want to be confused about his motives, and she doesn't want to get entangled in a world she knows nothing about.
But life has a strange sense of humor, and when her crush turns out to be billionaire real estate investor Colin Anderson, she finds herself manipulated into a strange web of deceit…
Extract:
I saw his eyes glint, and suddenly his arm was around my shoulder.
He leaned into my ear and murmured, "I know you feel it too."
I closed my eyes as he wrapped his lips around my earlobe. He moved down my throat kissing me gently, and then his hand was in my hair, wrenching down my face so I was forced to look up. My lips were trembling in anticipation, and I felt my stomach tighten, and my nipples hardened into tiny peas. His lips slammed down onto mine, and his tongue thrust in and plundered my mouth. I responded fervently, not able to think, my body reacting on its own.
As we kissed, he quickly undid the top buttons on my blouse, and I felt his hand on my breast, pressing down and kneading gently in circles. I felt my desire grow, and I arched my back and moaned into his mouth, wanting more.
He could sense what I needed and his other hand moved down to my leg, and then I felt him sliding my skirt up. Suddenly my brain kicked into action and I pulled my mouth away from his.
"No," I gasped, and pushed his hands away.
I wanted him so badly, but I slid away from him quickly, over to the opposite seat and pulled my skirt down, even as a part of me wanted to hitch it higher, spread my legs apart and beg him to enter me.
I noticed he was smiling and his eyes were glued on my breasts, and I blushed as I pulled my shirt close, fumbling with the buttons.
I was such a fool! My brain chided me, and for once I was thankful that I'd been practical. I looked down as I did up the buttons, refusing to meet his eyes. I could sense his arousal and I knew I looked flushed and excited myself.
"Are you sure you don't want more?" he asked softly.
"Yes!" I snapped, glaring at him, even though my panties were moist. A part of me wished he'd lunge across and take me roughly, his chest pressing down on my breasts, his hands groping me… I pushed the thought out of my head. "You're not going to seduce me and take me to Manchala."
He leaned back and looked relaxed. "Why, that thought had never even crossed me mind."
He smiled, and I continued to glare at him through narrowed eyes.
Extract From The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals
Description:
Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical college drop-out.
They live in completely different worlds, and under normal circumstances, their passionate encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.
Extract:
"What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.
"It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.
A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.
He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.
I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?
His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.
"There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."
I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.
As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…
Wait, what am I doing?
The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of here.
His fingers started to toy with my nipple, quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand slide across to my other breast…
I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last chance, it said.
I tried to lift myself up and push him off me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open, revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric.
He raised his head and stared into my eyes, "You can leave if you really want to."
I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements, this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my waist.
His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.
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