| Author: | Sadey Quinn | ISBN: | 1230000013866 |
| Publisher: | Sea and Sky | Publication: | August 25, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sadey Quinn |
| ISBN: | 1230000013866 |
| Publisher: | Sea and Sky |
| Publication: | August 25, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Heather Green is a young workaholic lawyer with no time for a relationship. Until she meets Mark. Mark's dominance, his commands, and his expectations soon lead Heather down a path she never dreamed possible. As Mark and Heather grow to know one another, Heather learns pieces of the lifestyle Mark is leading her towards. Will a BDSM intentional community make a slave free?
This is an erotic novel, suitable only for adults. Under Order contains very graphic sexual scenes (including BDSM scenes, spankings, and anal sex) and may be offensive to some readers.
Length: 77,000 words (approx)
EXCERPT:
After a small lull in the conversation, Mark leaned back and looked at me. “Take off your clothes,” he said.
I looked back at him, instinctively wanting to giggle and protest. His expression was serious. My fight or flight reaction was overtaken by the never-forgotten instinct to fuck. I unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My panties followed. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled off my bra. When I looked up at Mark again, I felt more naked than I ever had before. He sat back in his chair, letting his eyes wander all over my body.
“Turn around,” he said. “Show me.”
I slowly turned around in a circle, wishing he would just cut to the chase and ravage me. Mark, however, had other plans.
“Follow me,” he said, turning towards the living area. “But fold your clothes first.”
Working fast, I neatly folded my skirt and blouse and set them on the counter. I finished my drink in one gulp and followed him. I found him seated in the middle of a large leather couch. He motioned for me to come towards him, and then, firmly grabbing my hips, he sat me down on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch.
There we sat. Mark was fully clothed and I was stark naked in the middle of his living room.
“Heather, I have a proposal for you,” he said.
I made a small whining noise, realizing that there would be at least a short delay between the present and Mark fucking my brains out. He pushed my legs apart and sharply slapped the inside of my right thigh.
“Ye-ow!” I squealed. “What the fuck?!”
“Heather. I have a proposal for you.” He looked at me, his expression stern, and waited for my reply.
“Well, what is your proposal?” I asked, rubbing my thigh.
“I would like you to be my slave.”
Heather Green is a young workaholic lawyer with no time for a relationship. Until she meets Mark. Mark's dominance, his commands, and his expectations soon lead Heather down a path she never dreamed possible. As Mark and Heather grow to know one another, Heather learns pieces of the lifestyle Mark is leading her towards. Will a BDSM intentional community make a slave free?
This is an erotic novel, suitable only for adults. Under Order contains very graphic sexual scenes (including BDSM scenes, spankings, and anal sex) and may be offensive to some readers.
Length: 77,000 words (approx)
EXCERPT:
After a small lull in the conversation, Mark leaned back and looked at me. “Take off your clothes,” he said.
I looked back at him, instinctively wanting to giggle and protest. His expression was serious. My fight or flight reaction was overtaken by the never-forgotten instinct to fuck. I unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My panties followed. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled off my bra. When I looked up at Mark again, I felt more naked than I ever had before. He sat back in his chair, letting his eyes wander all over my body.
“Turn around,” he said. “Show me.”
I slowly turned around in a circle, wishing he would just cut to the chase and ravage me. Mark, however, had other plans.
“Follow me,” he said, turning towards the living area. “But fold your clothes first.”
Working fast, I neatly folded my skirt and blouse and set them on the counter. I finished my drink in one gulp and followed him. I found him seated in the middle of a large leather couch. He motioned for me to come towards him, and then, firmly grabbing my hips, he sat me down on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch.
There we sat. Mark was fully clothed and I was stark naked in the middle of his living room.
“Heather, I have a proposal for you,” he said.
I made a small whining noise, realizing that there would be at least a short delay between the present and Mark fucking my brains out. He pushed my legs apart and sharply slapped the inside of my right thigh.
“Ye-ow!” I squealed. “What the fuck?!”
“Heather. I have a proposal for you.” He looked at me, his expression stern, and waited for my reply.
“Well, what is your proposal?” I asked, rubbing my thigh.
“I would like you to be my slave.”
