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Isabel King
Kneel For Him (Bound To The Billionaire)
Kneel For Him (Bound To The Billionaire)
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It started with a teeny little lie…
Journalism grad Chelsea Parker was broke and selling off the last of her furniture to pay the rent, when she accidentally stumbled into the job of personal assistant to billionaire property developer Gunner Roarke.
…that could change her life forever…
Now Gunner’s got the hot little reporter in his sites, and he's inviting her to share his life of wealth, pleasure and privilege…but at a shocking price. As he draws Chelsea deeper into his world of sensual domination, will she find that he offers what she secretly craves…or will his harsh demands push her away forever?
EXCERPT:
“I love your breasts. They’re so beautiful. And so sensitive,” he said, and his fingers slipped under the fabric of my halter dress and his thumb ran over my nipples. An electric jolt of pleasure shot through my body.
I gasped, started to raise my hand – and he pushed it back down with his free hand.
“Don’t,” he ordered.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. Sit perfectly still until I tell you that you can move.”
“Why?”
“Oh, my, someone wants to be punished again, don’t they? Did I tell you to obey me instantly and without question when we’re alone like this?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
I shivered, and felt a rush of warmth between my legs at the thought of what he was going to do to me. Would he spank me again? He’d spanked me earlier that day, on his plane, and my butt was still sore from his punishment. But if he wanted to, I’d let him spank me again. I’d let him do anything that he wanted to me…and I’d love it.
“So you’ve disobeyed me, and now you’ll face the consequences. Lie down on the couch. On your back.”
Trembling with anticipation, I obeyed him. He placed his large, strong hands between my thighs and spread my legs apart.
“Don’t move,” he said, stood up, and walked away. “Close your eyes. And don’t open them until I say that you can.”
I wanted to sit up, to run after him, to demand to know what he was doing. But this time I obeyed him, lying on the couch with my eyes closed and my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
It was an otherworldly experience to be under his command, to obey his orders. My entire body was pulsing with hunger for his touch.
After a minute I heard him returning, his footsteps soft on the carpet.
“Don’t move, until I give you permission,” he said. “And when I speak to you, you will respond with ‘yes, sir.’ “
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Journalism grad Chelsea Parker was broke and selling off the last of her furniture to pay the rent, when she accidentally stumbled into the job of personal assistant to billionaire property developer Gunner Roarke.
…that could change her life forever…
Now Gunner’s got the hot little reporter in his sites, and he's inviting her to share his life of wealth, pleasure and privilege…but at a shocking price. As he draws Chelsea deeper into his world of sensual domination, will she find that he offers what she secretly craves…or will his harsh demands push her away forever?
EXCERPT:
“I love your breasts. They’re so beautiful. And so sensitive,” he said, and his fingers slipped under the fabric of my halter dress and his thumb ran over my nipples. An electric jolt of pleasure shot through my body.
I gasped, started to raise my hand – and he pushed it back down with his free hand.
“Don’t,” he ordered.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. Sit perfectly still until I tell you that you can move.”
“Why?”
“Oh, my, someone wants to be punished again, don’t they? Did I tell you to obey me instantly and without question when we’re alone like this?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
I shivered, and felt a rush of warmth between my legs at the thought of what he was going to do to me. Would he spank me again? He’d spanked me earlier that day, on his plane, and my butt was still sore from his punishment. But if he wanted to, I’d let him spank me again. I’d let him do anything that he wanted to me…and I’d love it.
“So you’ve disobeyed me, and now you’ll face the consequences. Lie down on the couch. On your back.”
Trembling with anticipation, I obeyed him. He placed his large, strong hands between my thighs and spread my legs apart.
“Don’t move,” he said, stood up, and walked away. “Close your eyes. And don’t open them until I say that you can.”
I wanted to sit up, to run after him, to demand to know what he was doing. But this time I obeyed him, lying on the couch with my eyes closed and my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
It was an otherworldly experience to be under his command, to obey his orders. My entire body was pulsing with hunger for his touch.
After a minute I heard him returning, his footsteps soft on the carpet.
“Don’t move, until I give you permission,” he said. “And when I speak to you, you will respond with ‘yes, sir.’ “
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