| Author: | Cate Troyer | ISBN: | 1230000009644 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Little Secrets | Publication: | August 4, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Cate Troyer |
| ISBN: | 1230000009644 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Little Secrets |
| Publication: | August 4, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Just as she's settling in as billionaire James Goran's sub, Elise finders her Master has to take a business trip just while he's training her. Her Dom, however has made arrangements to continue her training at a very special place, the place where all the Oswosso Hills pets are trained. Her introduction to the society is shocking and erotically painful!
***Swallowing thickly, I leaned forward to unzip the dress. My fingers fumbled clumsily for the tag as I struggled to reach it. Finally, James leaned forward and grabbed one of the spaghetti straps. With a sharp tug, he ripped it free. I looked at him in shock as he repeated the process with the other strap.
“Take off your dress,” his voice was even and deliberate, each word pronounced very carefully.
I slid the top down to my hips and lifted them to push the fabric down my legs and off my feet. It joined the pile on the floor of the car, and I looked regretfully at the now ruined dress. Normally, my nudity was followed with touching or sex and I waited impatiently for his hands to caress my secret places. His touch never came, though. I spent the rest of the ride in a semi-desirous state of longing on those cool gray seats. The leather warmed up against my skin, but I felt isolated on that seat next to James. ***
Just as she's settling in as billionaire James Goran's sub, Elise finders her Master has to take a business trip just while he's training her. Her Dom, however has made arrangements to continue her training at a very special place, the place where all the Oswosso Hills pets are trained. Her introduction to the society is shocking and erotically painful!
***Swallowing thickly, I leaned forward to unzip the dress. My fingers fumbled clumsily for the tag as I struggled to reach it. Finally, James leaned forward and grabbed one of the spaghetti straps. With a sharp tug, he ripped it free. I looked at him in shock as he repeated the process with the other strap.
“Take off your dress,” his voice was even and deliberate, each word pronounced very carefully.
I slid the top down to my hips and lifted them to push the fabric down my legs and off my feet. It joined the pile on the floor of the car, and I looked regretfully at the now ruined dress. Normally, my nudity was followed with touching or sex and I waited impatiently for his hands to caress my secret places. His touch never came, though. I spent the rest of the ride in a semi-desirous state of longing on those cool gray seats. The leather warmed up against my skin, but I felt isolated on that seat next to James. ***
