"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,
Catalina's pov
I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the kink. I needed some type of release after the long week I have had. All I wanted to do was take a long bath and settle down with my hands between my legs, but somehow Esther made it impossible to do that.
Calling me so early to pay good attention to a big customer. I insisted on letting someone have it but she rather I do it. It was annoying, I needed sleep. I just had one more client before him and I was good to go.
My hands trailed down my client's body sensually, massaging the tissues underneath her muscles. She was firm underneath my touch. I made her relax under my touch as I coaxed her tension from her body.
All the tension went to mine instead, her resigned signs and gasps of approval sent heat waves to my body, I imagined myself lying there instead with someone's hands on me. I squeezed my thighs together as I kept running my hands over her.
She sighed in contentment as I massaged the knot on her neck, my mind wavered to the high client Esther kept raving about, I tried to imagine what he looked like but nothing came to mind. All of the people walked in and out of there, I could barely remember any of their faces.
"Are you comfortable?" I whispered to her,
She made a hum of agreement, I continued with my ministrations as I kneaded her back gently. I continued for about thirty minutes before her time was up.
"Thank you, I needed this." She said as she wore her clothes.
I gave her a smile in return, "you are welcome back, anytime."
She left the room and I felt like I could breathe, the tension was back but it wasn't like I was suffocating this time. I just wanted to go home and sleep it off.
"Where is that damn client?" I grumbled to myself.
I checked my watch, he was thirty minutes late. I despised lateness, it irritated the hell out of me.
I grabbed my bag to leave, damn the consequences when a Cologne invaded my senses. I stumbled back just as my nose caught the whiff of a heavenly masculine scent.
"Sorry, I am late." He said breezily.
I let my eyes trail over his figure, taking note of the ridges and planes his suit tried to conceal. You could tell he works out.
Hell, I could tell he worked out a lot.
My lips parted as I took him in, he stood legs apart as he unbuttoned his jacket slowly. His eyes were fixed on mine.
I gulped, my blood ran hot and my head sent mental images of the things we could do. I shook my head.
Stop it," I chided myself.
"Yes, please take off your clothes and use the towel back there if you wish. I would be right there with you." I say.
He turned his back and I dashed out of the room, my cheeks felt hot and I didn't want him to think I was being unprofessional.
I bumped into Esther in the lobby and sent her my best glare.
"I know, I know. You are mad at me." She raised her hands in mock surrender.
I shook my head, "you know I had plans" I said.
"Don't kid yourself, you never have any plans. At this rate, you are going to turn into an old lady." She teased me.
I rolled my eyes at her antics, "is he the client?
She froze, then narrowed her eyes at me. " what did you do?" She placed her hands on her hips as she stared me down.
I shifted consciously, "I didn't do anything. He was just late."
She shrugged, "please treat him well."
I nodded.
Making sure that I have given him enough time, I headed back into the massage room. No amount of warning could prepare me for what I saw.
My heart lurched in my throat as I stared at his chest. So defined, hard, and yet enticing to look at. I squeezed my legs together, I have never wanted someone as much as I want this man. His towel was riding low on his hips, I prayed for it to fall so I could get a glimpse.
It was too tempting.
I cleared my throat, alerting him of my presence. He glanced up from his phone, regarding me with an amused look.
"If you would be so kind to lay on the table, we could get started." I gesture to the table.
He nodded, dropping his devices. For a moment, the towel shifted. The hard ridges of his A-line are visible for me to see.
I needed to get laid.
"How do you want me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex.
I have never been so turned from a man's presence, the waves of dominance came from him and they hit my lower abdomen with each breath I took.
"Excuse me?" My voice came out breathless.
I cleared my throat again, lifting a brow in question.
He cut me a glance but kept me mute, I sighed.
He obeyed, laying on her table and relaxing. I stared at his body wishing just for a moment to throw caution to the wind and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
"You can touch me, I won't bite." He said.
"What?"
"You keep looking at me, you like what you see?" His voice was muffled from his position. He shifted better, giving me full access to his face.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were attracted to me." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes at that.
"With all due respect sir, I am a professional and do not fraternize with clients," I say firmly.
With that resolve, I placed my hand on his back. The muscle jumped underneath my touch and I gulped.
This was going to be a long session.
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?