Forced to Surrender (BDSM Erotica)

Katrina’s double life is about to catch up with her. By day she reports the naughty gossip for a cheesy tabloid, exposing the dark secrets of the wealthy. By night her focus turns to robbing the very people she has featured in her articles. As of yet, no one has a clue who the thief is, but all that is about to change.
When a wealthy bachelor known for being ruthless and sexually sadistic returns home early from a huge event she is caught in the act. Jameson is not one to call the police, he has other ideas for her. Will anyone even notice a nosy reporter has gone missing?
This spicy tale of BDSM includes harsh bondage, a sever spanking, and one wealthy man who turns a thief into a wanton sex slave to be used for his pleasure, and is intended for mature audiences only!

Excerpt:
Half way through. Just a little longer and I am out.
It was then that her keen ears picked up the sound of a metallic click. Faint to be sure, but audible nonetheless. Crouching quickly next to a dresser, she froze in place barely breathing as she strained to hear any other sound. Nothing but silence reached her ears, but the uncomfortable feeling she was not alone spooked her.
Screw this, time to go.
Creeping along not making a sound, she kept herself flat against the walls as much as possible, making her way back to the dining room and her ropes. Once I get out that window I am home free.
Still no other sounds could be heard, the place suddenly seemed deathly quiet other than the sound of her own heart beat in her ears. She was certain she could have heard a pin drop from across the penthouse.
Nearly invisible she hugged the edge of a row of cabinets across the room from her freedom, and peeked about like a mouse on look out for the cat who always seemed to be nearby.
With a quick draw of breathe, she jumped up and bolted for the pile of shattered glass on the floor that signaled the location of the hole in the glass she could not really see in the dark room.
Move it!
The feeling that she was not alone had become nearly overpowering, and all she wanted was to feel the rope in her hands as she slid down the building to relative safety. After everything she had heard about Jameson, she wanted nothing to do with being captured by him.
Something struck the side of her head, and sent a white hot flash of pain across her eyes just before everything went black and her body crumpled to the floor in a heap.
Katrina stirred back to conscious thought with a pounding headache. Her arm refused to move at her brains instruction to rub her aching head. The sudden realization that she could not move either of her arms shocked her back into the reality of what had happened.
Oh Fuck
It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust when she opened them, and the world was fuzzy to say the least. As she blinked to focus, she once again tried to move each of her limbs one at a time, and her worst fears came to light.
As the world began to clear, she looked around to see a room she had not been in and did not recognize.
Where the hell am I?
A quick look down revealed she had been stripped to her royal blue bra and panties and secured to some sort of X shaped contraption. Panic threatened to steal away the wits she had barely recovered, and her blood ran cold as she spotted Jameson calmly sitting in a corner of the room watching her intently.
Those soulless eyes penetrated right through her as he rose from his chair and strode over to her. He said nothing at first; just simply stood and leered at her. She wiggled and squirmed in discomfort under the evil stare.
“So you are the mysterious cat burglar,” Jameson finally said, “and now you will disappear. “Think anyone will miss you?”
The even tone jarred Katrina’s emotions more than if he had screamed at her. If there was one thing her research on him had taught her it was the fact that Jameson was a cold, calculating and ruthless opponent. That combined with the sadistic tendencies she had uncovered, it was a gut wrenching realization that she was in way over her head.