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Marlo Peterson
Letting Him Cuff Me (BDSM Erotica)
Letting Him Cuff Me (BDSM Erotica)
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Pamela has the power, money and accomplishments that anyone would be jealous of. But she didn’t have happiness.
As she sat at the bar of the Pleasure Playpen, a BDSM club that she came to on a whim, not sure what she was looking for, she realized a source of her problems—she wanted the love and affection of a man, but most men were intimidated by her.
The men that she attracted gave her flowers and candy and wrote her poems… Yuck. Pamela was a powerful woman, so she need a man that could put her in her place, bend her over and ram her hard.
She found herself taking her frustrations out on men due their beta, weak nature. Just earlier at work, she chewed out Brandon, an employee, for 30 minutes in front of the old office. Karma sucks, and Pamela is sitting at the bar embarrassed, uneasy and shy, while couple after couple are hooking up around her.
As she’s about to leave and have a good cry in the car, guess who she bumps into… Brandon. Employee turns into boss, as Pamela finds out that outside of work, Brandon is more alpha male than she can handle… They go to a dungeon BDSM room, filled with sex swings, toys, handcuffs, straps and whips, and Brandon has his way with Pamela.
WARNING! This story is for mature readers only. It features 3,000+ words of BDSM erotica, rough sex, bondage, S&M, doggystyle, facials, LOTS and LOTS of SPANKING, and more!
EXCERPT:
The more powerful the woman, the more pleasure there is in taming her. Brandon walked back to their table with the confidence of a giant, as he began formulating in his head ways that he was going to have his way with Pamela.
He walked right past their table and stopped in his tracks once he got about 15 feet past it.
“You know you want to come, so hurry up before I change my mind,” Brandon said, not even turning his head to see if she was going to get up and follow him. He knew that she would, and before Pamela even knew that, her feet stood up and did the walking for her.
Before she knew it, she was obeying Brandon’s command and walking over to him. When she arrived at his side, Brandon smiled and reached out his bent arm for an escort. Pamela returned the smile and hooked her arm around his, already feeling safe in his arms.
“Good girl,” Brandon said in a cocky and slightly condescending tone.
A twinge of embarrassment passed through Pamela’s body. She had never been dominated by a man, let alone had a man use cute little pet names for her once she obeyed. This was definitely going to be a learning experience.
As she sat at the bar of the Pleasure Playpen, a BDSM club that she came to on a whim, not sure what she was looking for, she realized a source of her problems—she wanted the love and affection of a man, but most men were intimidated by her.
The men that she attracted gave her flowers and candy and wrote her poems… Yuck. Pamela was a powerful woman, so she need a man that could put her in her place, bend her over and ram her hard.
She found herself taking her frustrations out on men due their beta, weak nature. Just earlier at work, she chewed out Brandon, an employee, for 30 minutes in front of the old office. Karma sucks, and Pamela is sitting at the bar embarrassed, uneasy and shy, while couple after couple are hooking up around her.
As she’s about to leave and have a good cry in the car, guess who she bumps into… Brandon. Employee turns into boss, as Pamela finds out that outside of work, Brandon is more alpha male than she can handle… They go to a dungeon BDSM room, filled with sex swings, toys, handcuffs, straps and whips, and Brandon has his way with Pamela.
WARNING! This story is for mature readers only. It features 3,000+ words of BDSM erotica, rough sex, bondage, S&M, doggystyle, facials, LOTS and LOTS of SPANKING, and more!
EXCERPT:
The more powerful the woman, the more pleasure there is in taming her. Brandon walked back to their table with the confidence of a giant, as he began formulating in his head ways that he was going to have his way with Pamela.
He walked right past their table and stopped in his tracks once he got about 15 feet past it.
“You know you want to come, so hurry up before I change my mind,” Brandon said, not even turning his head to see if she was going to get up and follow him. He knew that she would, and before Pamela even knew that, her feet stood up and did the walking for her.
Before she knew it, she was obeying Brandon’s command and walking over to him. When she arrived at his side, Brandon smiled and reached out his bent arm for an escort. Pamela returned the smile and hooked her arm around his, already feeling safe in his arms.
“Good girl,” Brandon said in a cocky and slightly condescending tone.
A twinge of embarrassment passed through Pamela’s body. She had never been dominated by a man, let alone had a man use cute little pet names for her once she obeyed. This was definitely going to be a learning experience.
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