| Author: | Sage Reamen | ISBN: | 1230000150865 |
| Publisher: | Sage Reamen | Publication: | July 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sage Reamen |
| ISBN: | 1230000150865 |
| Publisher: | Sage Reamen |
| Publication: | July 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When a confident, dominant billionaire leads a curious, submissive young woman into a hidden world of vice and reckless abandon, passion is sure to follow.
This sensual tale of sin and pleasure contains public displays of dominance and submission, exhibitionism, punishment and training, and public sex in front of a rapt audience.
Excerpt:
“It’s a masquerade,” he said, a playful gleam in his eye. “Allow me.” Amanda turned so that he could tie the ribbon of her mask. The thrill of anonymity coursed through her as soon as the soft fabric touched her face. No matter what happened tonight, as long as she wore her mask, no one save Christopher would ever be sure she had been there. It was liberating, and at the same time, a little scary. In a way, she was completely in his power, and if anything were to happen to her, no one would know a thing. She felt a shiver course through her body as they approached the doorway.
Masked, Amanda glided into the mansion on his arm. The opulence of her setting astonished her. Everywhere she saw beauty and wealth. Everyone was wearing masks, but she could sense that she was surrounded by the very famous, the very beautiful, and the very wealthy.
Aside from the elegance of the party, the most fascinating aspect of the event was the guests. It was to be a night of pleasure, and from what she could tell, the guests had no inhibitions. She had never seen anything like it. There were many women wearing gorgeous gowns, and there were just as many wearing nothing at all. Wine and laughter flowed freely throughout the hall, and somewhere in the distance she thought she could hear wailing moans of pain or pleasure. There was no doubt about the sort of decadent bacchanalian night she was in for.
As Amanda looked around in amazement, she felt something metal clip onto the necklace Christopher had given her. Turning quickly, she saw he held the other end of the black leather leash he had just secured to her neck. He looked down at her, as if daring her to protest. When she said nothing, he smiled.
When a confident, dominant billionaire leads a curious, submissive young woman into a hidden world of vice and reckless abandon, passion is sure to follow.
This sensual tale of sin and pleasure contains public displays of dominance and submission, exhibitionism, punishment and training, and public sex in front of a rapt audience.
Excerpt:
“It’s a masquerade,” he said, a playful gleam in his eye. “Allow me.” Amanda turned so that he could tie the ribbon of her mask. The thrill of anonymity coursed through her as soon as the soft fabric touched her face. No matter what happened tonight, as long as she wore her mask, no one save Christopher would ever be sure she had been there. It was liberating, and at the same time, a little scary. In a way, she was completely in his power, and if anything were to happen to her, no one would know a thing. She felt a shiver course through her body as they approached the doorway.
Masked, Amanda glided into the mansion on his arm. The opulence of her setting astonished her. Everywhere she saw beauty and wealth. Everyone was wearing masks, but she could sense that she was surrounded by the very famous, the very beautiful, and the very wealthy.
Aside from the elegance of the party, the most fascinating aspect of the event was the guests. It was to be a night of pleasure, and from what she could tell, the guests had no inhibitions. She had never seen anything like it. There were many women wearing gorgeous gowns, and there were just as many wearing nothing at all. Wine and laughter flowed freely throughout the hall, and somewhere in the distance she thought she could hear wailing moans of pain or pleasure. There was no doubt about the sort of decadent bacchanalian night she was in for.
As Amanda looked around in amazement, she felt something metal clip onto the necklace Christopher had given her. Turning quickly, she saw he held the other end of the black leather leash he had just secured to her neck. He looked down at her, as if daring her to protest. When she said nothing, he smiled.
