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Ginger Callahan
The Billionaire's Dark Demand (Gay Billionaire BDSM Erotica)
The Billionaire's Dark Demand (Gay Billionaire BDSM Erotica)
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Jose may be a straight man, but the gay for pay lifestyle has brought out his wild and dominant side. One night with a shadowy billionaire, however, throws his world upside down. Can Jose swallow his pride and learn to serve? And what if once isn't enough? Warning: This 4,100-word erotic short contains explicit gay sex, including prostitution, bondage and dubious consent. Adults only!
--EXCERPT--
The door slammed shut behind me, and the darkness became a deeper shade of black. I tried to walk to a wall, but my feet stumbled over themselves. My face met the concrete floor hard. I needed to find a chair or a drain. I wasn't sure what that would do for me, but it was something.
Before I got far, a harsh grip took control my neck and pulled me off the ground. My fists lunged forward, but nothing was there; he was behind me. I tried to collect myself—I had known it was going to get a little crazy.
But this bondage felt extreme. My reluctant hands were pinned to my back and bound. I struggled with the bonds, but he was stronger than ever as he bent me to his whim. “Chris, what are you-”
A finger, the same one from before, pressed against my lips. “It's going to be OK.” With that, a dirty hunk of fabric was jammed into my mouth. No sound came out, no matter how hard I tried.
--EXCERPT--
The door slammed shut behind me, and the darkness became a deeper shade of black. I tried to walk to a wall, but my feet stumbled over themselves. My face met the concrete floor hard. I needed to find a chair or a drain. I wasn't sure what that would do for me, but it was something.
Before I got far, a harsh grip took control my neck and pulled me off the ground. My fists lunged forward, but nothing was there; he was behind me. I tried to collect myself—I had known it was going to get a little crazy.
But this bondage felt extreme. My reluctant hands were pinned to my back and bound. I struggled with the bonds, but he was stronger than ever as he bent me to his whim. “Chris, what are you-”
A finger, the same one from before, pressed against my lips. “It's going to be OK.” With that, a dirty hunk of fabric was jammed into my mouth. No sound came out, no matter how hard I tried.
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