| Author: | Lisa Winters | ISBN: | 9781310604959 |
| Publisher: | Winters-Marazza Publishing | Publication: | January 14, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lisa Winters |
| ISBN: | 9781310604959 |
| Publisher: | Winters-Marazza Publishing |
| Publication: | January 14, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Warning: This 4600-word story contains graphic sexual language and situations. It is intended for readers 18+She was a lawyer, buried in debt, he was a wealthy older man with a desire for bondage--and impregnation. She thought it would just be a weekend of catering to his fetishes, getting her payday and moving on with her life. She didn't count on his awakening her darkest desires, and fulfilling her deepest needs.
Excerpt: And so, I found myself at the mansion, stripped naked and waiting anxiously in a large bedroom. It was more opulent than anywhere I had ever been. I was awestruck that the mansion could afford to keep it outfitted like this, just for use by their wealthy clients. Just how wealthy were they? I wondered. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the front door slam. I nearly jumped off the bed. My heart began to pound, as a lone pair of footsteps ascended the stairs. I was sweating and fidgeting nervously as I heard my ‘client’ pause right outside the door. I held my breath as the doorknob turned.
Warning: This 4600-word story contains graphic sexual language and situations. It is intended for readers 18+She was a lawyer, buried in debt, he was a wealthy older man with a desire for bondage--and impregnation. She thought it would just be a weekend of catering to his fetishes, getting her payday and moving on with her life. She didn't count on his awakening her darkest desires, and fulfilling her deepest needs.
Excerpt: And so, I found myself at the mansion, stripped naked and waiting anxiously in a large bedroom. It was more opulent than anywhere I had ever been. I was awestruck that the mansion could afford to keep it outfitted like this, just for use by their wealthy clients. Just how wealthy were they? I wondered. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the front door slam. I nearly jumped off the bed. My heart began to pound, as a lone pair of footsteps ascended the stairs. I was sweating and fidgeting nervously as I heard my ‘client’ pause right outside the door. I held my breath as the doorknob turned.
