His Indecent Proposition - BDSM erotic romance

A TOP 100 BARNES AND NOBLE and AN AMAZON TOP 80 EROTICA BESTSELLING SERIES!

Now in an unusual sexual arrangement with her ultimate boss, Susan Chalmers is experiencing a whirlwind of sensations and emotions that she has never known before. For Channing Crawford - stunningly handsome, dominant and ruthless billionaire CEO - is anything but predictable.

But is he also dangerous?

He takes her to his forbidding mansion with its mysterious 'dungeon' and introduces her to the dubious delights of bondage and role play.

Then enters his twin brother, long presumed dead under strange circumstances, who immediately sees Susan as what she is - a pawn in a deadly game.

At 10,000 words, HIS INDECENT DEMANDS is the second volume in the 'BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE' BDSM erotic romance series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
His Indecent Proposition
His Indecent Demands
His Indecent Desires (NEW!)

Excerpt:

She can't take her eyes off him.
He's every bit as handsome with those blazing blue eyes and chiseled features. The main difference is that he has longish hair that falls almost to his shoulders - unlike Channing, who sports short hair to the point of a buzz cut. He wears a five o' clock shadow in his rugged jawline. He's dressed in a dark shirt, over which he slings a black jacket. His jeans are also black. He resembles the night itself.

He smiles at her, and it's dazzling.

"Interesting," he says. He has the exact same voice as Channing.

She wonders if he is Channing himself in another guise, and he has just put on a wig in some bizarre role play which he expects her to participate in. Yes, that's a very real possibility.

"Ch-channing?" she says.

"I can be him if you wish me to be." He looks around the kitchen as if he's never seen it before. "Nice place my brother has got here. He's done very well for himself. And who are you? A lover? Certainly not a wife, I'll bet. That was never in his spec sheet."

A brother? An identical twin, more like. She can only stare at him as he steps out of the doorway. Her hands are still on her breasts.

He motions to her crotch.

"If you're trying to hide yourself, you need to hide more than your upper half."

Her distressed hands flutter to her crotch, revealing her breasts. She quickly covers her nipples again with one hand while the other stays at her pubis, which she now is certain is also exposed.

He moves closer, and she backs away. He is an unknown quantity, and everything about this situation screams wrong.

"You're beautiful," he remarks, his eyes admiring. "My brother always had good taste in women. Notwithstanding what he did to her."

There's an undercurrent here. Something is certainly not right. She retreats as he keeps on coming closer, until she bumps into the kitchen counter. She has nowhere to go.

"Please," she says.

"Please what?"

"Please don't . . . "

He is two feet away from her now. She wonders if she is in any danger. The way he appraises her - like she is something to eat - is deeply unsettling. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spies the knife rack. She wonders if she should reach for it.

His nostrils flare as his pupils dilate. "I should take you right here on the table. Take you as he has taken her."

Her heart skips several beats.

Her instincts are right. She is in danger.

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 100 and AMAZON EROTICA TOP 80 SERIES CONTINUES!

Having staved off a near-rape by the twin brother of billionaire CEO Channing Crawford, her lover and dom in their unusual business arrangement, Susan Chalmers is holed up in a mansion guarded by mercenaries.

She has no idea the game is about to get deadlier.

She only knows that Channing has become more open and caring towards her, even as he continues to nurture his secrets. But a mysterious name haunts them: 'Desert Rose'. A name that will prove to have devastating consequences for them, resulting in tragedy.

At 13,000 words, HIS INDECENT DESIRES is the third volume in the 'BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE' BDSM erotic romance series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
His Indecent Proposition
His Indecent Demands
His Indecent Desires

Excerpt:
She admits to being scared. She follows him timidly, her heels digging into the carpet, as he unlocks the iron dungeon door with an old-fashioned key. Here they are, master and slave again. She wonders if he purposefully designed the door this way - to intimidate the submissive before she even steps across the threshold.

If that is his objective, he has succeeded well. She's virtually quaking as the door whines open.

"Don't worry, Susan. You'll enjoy this," he says.

She isn't so sure. She wants him inside her badly, she can't deny that. But this is a whole new experience. She remembers the spanking and how she had cried at that, and her legs wobble as they propel her into the viper's pit.

The dungeon is cavernous. Channing closes the door behind them with a clang, and she jumps. She notes that the door on the inside is decked with en electronic panel - a strange modern application that clashes jarringly with the rustic material it's embedded in.

It's a strange chamber, about the size of a large office meeting room. The walls are opaque grey. Various pieces of furniture that resemble medieval torture racks line the perimeter, alongside black cabinets and metal safes.

She quails.

His palm is at her back, stroking her gently. "Don't be afraid. It's going to be OK. You'll like it . . . if you let your inhibitions go and free your mind."

She remembers the pact she made with him. Her body at his every whim in exchange for her promotion to Vice-President. Much of it has been enjoyable . . . so far . . . but now, at the sight of all this BDSM paraphernalia, she isn't so sure. Maybe she had made a pact with the devil himself. He's certainly handsome enough.

He says, "This doubles up as a panic room. The walls, ceiling and floor are concrete. They are padded with asbestos and other insulated structures."

"A panic room?"

"Yes. To protect its occupants," he says this in a meaningful tone.
I could have hidden here last night, she thinks faintly. Oh, the irony of it.

He goes to a tripod and caresses the wood. It is a triangular structure, almost like an easel. There are leather bonds at the top and at the sides. She can envision herself being bound upon it - wrists at the top and thighs stretched out and tied to the side beams. She recoils from it.

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 25 and AMAZON EROTICA TOP 50 SERIES CONTINUES!

Susan Chalmers and her billionaire lover, Channing Crawford, are now prisoners of Channing’s ex-girlfriend, Alia.

Alia’s fury over the past knows no bounds as she tortures Channing and secretes Susan to a citadel in Baghdad. And now the endgame looms. Channing will have to make a terrible choice: the woman he loves . . . or the lives of the people he is responsible for.  

At 14,000 words, HIS INDECENT REVELATIONS is the final volume in the ‘BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
His Indecent Proposition
His Indecent Demands
His Indecent Desires
His Indecent Secrets
His Indecent Revelations

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That night, they lie in each other’s arms, unable to sleep.
“You think they’re going to kill me?” Susan says. Her head is on Channing’s chest.
“I don’t think so.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t think Alia would let you die. She’s not the type. She thinks you’re kindred spirits. You share a common bond. That is, you’ve both been majorly fucked by me, and I don’t mean it in a positive way.”
“So why am I here?”
“As a pawn to keep me in check before they kill me.” His tone is a matter-of-fact.
She realizes he has come to accept that he is going to die.
“I don’t think she’ll kill you,” she whispers, stroking his chest. “She still loves you. I can feel it. As a woman, I know these things.”
He is silent, but his heartbeat thuds erratically.
“Permanent imprisonment isn’t on my bucket list of things to do either,” he says.
“Channing . . . I love you.” It seems as though she has loved him forever.
He lifts a tendril of her hair.
“I love you too,” he says hesitantly.
She tenses and holds her breath. This is the first time he has ever said it to her.
“But I’m afraid to jinx you by saying it too often,” he adds. “So don’t expect me to say it again until . . . unless we get out of here.”
His eyes are shining the dim light of the flickering lamp on their bedside table.
“It’s all right. You said it . . . and that’s all that matters,” she says.
Tears come to her eyes and her heart expands with sudden emotion. She has always wondered why folks made such a big do about those three little words, and now she understands. They are monumental. They represent anything and everything that has happened in their relationship, and for it to come to this pivotal moment . . . well, it’s as good a time as any to say them.
She clasps his body to hers, and he does likewise. They hold each other like this for a long, long time, gazing into each other’s eyes, studying each other’s faces and thinking about what might ensue tomorrow.
About what may never be.
After a while, he says, “You want to try again?”
She knows what he refers to. Do you want to try to make love again? Because we may never get the chance . . . again.

THE THIRD VOLUME IN THE AMAZON EROTICA TOP 50 BESTSELLING SERIES!

Shy and awkward hotel maid, Liz Turner, and her billionaire crown prince boyfriend, Alexander Vassar, have decided to fight back against everyone who thinks they shouldn't be together. But they face an uphill task.

The world press has unceremoniously dubbed her 'Dizzy Lizzy'. The King, still weak from his heart attack, tells her that Alex sees her as a passing fad. Worse still, the beautiful Lady Tatiana - still officially engaged to the prince - seeks Liz out for a very private and secret arrangement.

But Liz is not prepared for the sudden curveball that Alex throws her.

INFAMOUS DESIRE is a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette.

BOOKS IN THE 'MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE' SERIES

Mysterious Desire
Forbidden Desire
Infamous Desire

Excerpt:
It is right after one dinner with Alex that Jasper summons me to an antechamber. Alex is chatting to the palace chefs regarding the type of menu his father requires when he comes home - probably a long time from now as the King still requires intensive monitoring.

Jasper appears quite secretive, which is unusual for him.

"What's the matter?" I ask. It's nice to be 'wanted' for once by Jasper, who usually thinks I'm slightly above kitchen sink scum when it comes to bestowing attention.

He hands me a note. Frowning, I open it.

It says:

'PLEASE MEET ME TOMORROW AT 2.30 PM. A CAR WILL BE WAITING AT THE PALACE EAST WING ENTRANCE. WE HAVE MUCH TO TALK ABOUT. DO NOT LET ALEX KNOW YOU ARE MEETING ME.

TATIANA.'

Jasper eyes me knowingly. For the first time, he almost smiles.

"I do suggest you go, Ms. Turner," he says in that dulcet tone of his. "You might find it quite interesting."

With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.

But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.

Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?

ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES: Mysterious Desire, Forbidden Desire, Infamous Desire, Royal Desire

Excerpt:
He leads me through a maze of turns. I swear I will never be able to find my way back blindfolded. A tiny frisson of uncertainty fleets through me. Has Alex really changed? Or has he always been this way and he’s showing his true self to me for the first time? I don’t doubt that we love each other, but I’ve always wondered about Alex’s dominant side. The side he showed when he took me and slammed me against the bathroom wall for the very first time when we met.

Later, as we became lovers, we became more giving to each other. More solicitous of each other’s needs. More loving. But I’ve always wondered about the side of him he showed me that day. I’ve thought about it often. Even fantasized about him taking me in a very public place once again.

Ooooh.

I’m a little nervous.

He is, after all, the King, and he can do whatever he wants. I am only his damsel in mock distress.

OK, I will be distressed if he doesn’t throw me on some bed and take me soon.

We finally stop. My shoes are perched upon deep, lush carpeting. I have no idea where I am.

“Where are we?”

“No peeking or I’ll have to tie you up,” he chastises. “Just enjoy the ride, sweetheart, wherever I’m taking you. Now keep very, very still. And don’t peek.”

I recall what he said about the hogtying and spanking, and a shudder passes through my groin. Alex has never tried the bondage and domination route before. At least not with me. An excited tingle flushes through my body as I envision being bent over his knee and spanked.

Oh! I don’t think I would mind being spanked by Alex at all!

I’m a statue as he starts to unbutton my blouse. My Moldavian designer blouse, the one with the gold Chanel-like buttons, only they are shaped like roses. The cool air caresses my skin as he peels my blouse off oh-so-slowly. I’m hyperaware of every sensation, every nuance in the charged air particles around us. I suck in my breath and hold it. My diaphragm beneath my ribs is tensed and ready.

He unsheathes my blouse, dragging the inverted sleeves off my hands. I’m wearing a pretty brassiere underneath with matching panties. La Perla. The only non-Moldavian pieces of clothing I have allowed myself since this whole Public Relations image-grooming thing started.

He rubs his thumb pads across my collarbones. His touch is so warm, so sensuous that a fresh gush of cream spills forth from my pussy. He reaches behind me to unhook my brassiere. He’s purposefully prolonging this. Teasing me so that I will experience everything in magnification. I hear the plop of my brassiere as he drops it on the carpet. His warm thumbs and fingers latch on to my nipples, already as hard as stones, and compresses my ultra-sensitive tips.

He scissors my nipple tips in between his fingers and thumbs, rubbing them back and forth. The sensations these movements evoke are exquisite and toe curling. Hell, they are clit curling. I moan with the erotic pleasure.

After being purchased as sex slaves by dictator Vladimir Potchenko, Gina, Max and Greg land on his hidden European nation of Ursk – a land of horrifying secrets. But nothing has prepared them for how vast Potchenko’s power is . . . or how this will impact them.

Then Potchenko reveals his pretty but deranged daughter. A daughter who immediately decides that Max is hers to keep – never mind that he is contractually bound to be freed in a month . . . or that he is Gina’s boyfriend.

This 11500 word BDSM novelette is the second volume of ‘The Initiation 3’ series. ‘The Initiation 1’ and ‘The Initiation 2’ have been in the Amazon US Top 2 Erotica and Top 30 Romance bestseller charts. The series has sold well over 80,000 copies.

EXCERPT

Two clown grooms drag me to a silver apparatus that comprises of two horizontal bars – one above the other. Greg is being similarly brought toward us.

“Greg!” I cry in relief.

“Thank God you’re OK,” he says as soon as he approaches, breaking out into a wide smile. His shining eyes hold complicated emotions. Emotions I’m not ready to acknowledge or face . . . as yet.

Mansk says, “Is this one your boyfriend?”

I say, “No, it’s the other one. The blond. Max.”

Mansk nods to the clowns and says something in Urskan. Then he turns to me. “Everything is correct. String them both up.”

He moves away without as much as a backward glance.

At first, I am bewildered. The grooms/clowns/whatever grab my arms and upend me as if I’m a ragdoll. My balance is completely disrupted. My hair shivers and trails to the floor like seaweed. Rough hands grab the flesh of my thighs, my legs, brushing against my pussy and buttocks interminably. The groom before me squeezes them. His painted face leers very close to mine – so close that I can smell the fruity, chemical paste of his gaudy makeup.

Hands grab my ankles and tie them with ropes to one of the horizontal bars. I’m in a precarious position – wrong side up and secured to the flimsy bar by only my feet at either end of the silver rod. My arms are left free.

Someone pinches my clit, and a spool of cream unearths from the recesses of my pussy. Because I am upside down, it pools at the mouth of my cervix.

My grooms are certainly taking liberties with my body, unlike so many of the grooms who have attended to me back in America – including Greg. Fingers prize open my pussy lips, stroke my clit, worm themselves ‘accidentally’ into my holes. Pincer grips tweak my nipples. Hands slide into my clefts. My juices begin to pool and pool, because I am excited despite my apprehension . . . or maybe because of it.

I desperately long to be fucked. I can sense it – this hollowness permeating my vagina, spreading all the way to my anus. I long to be fucked in both holes – invaded and penetrated so wonderfully and deeply that I can almost feel the towers of flesh inside me right now.

What is happening to me? Am I turning into a nymphomaniac in any circumstance – even one fraught with uncertainty and danger?

When they have finished with me, I feel like an acrobat. A bound acrobat. My pussy is a pink flower – just begging to be played with and despoiled.

AN AMAZON US TOP 85 AND ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS BESTSELLER!

It's the days before the sex slave auction. Pretty Gina Wesley and her superrich boyfriend, Max - now embarrassingly made a slave by his own father - must undergo a humiliating parade and a foot race where they are treated like beasts of burden.

But Gina is not prepared for the billionaire clientele that shows up to watch, which includes Max's mother.

This 10700 word BDSM novelette is Volume 5 of the bestselling 'Initiation 2' series.

OTHER BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

THE INITIATION: Open Your Legs for Me, Blinfolded and Spread-eagled, Thighs Wide Apart, Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy, The Final Initiation, The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

THE INITIATION 2: Open Your Legs for my Family, Bend Over for my Family, Publicly Display Yourself for Me, Sex Slave at Sea, Paraded before the Billionaires, Sex Slave at the Auction (NEW)

Excerpt:

Max lowers the sponge so that it is below the surface of the water. He trails it down the smooth slope of my lower abdomen. He pauses just above my pubic line.

I'm shaved, of course. I've bikini waxed every other day since I've met Max because I know he likes my pussy hairless. Having a hairless pussy makes me feel a lot sexier too, not to mention a lot hornier.

"You know that we are not allowed to have sex from now on unless instructed," he warns.

"No kidding."

"It's the rules. Once I've become a sex slave, my body is not my own. It is my master's to do as he pleases."

"So you are in the same boat as me."

"All four of us." His beautiful face is solemn. "So I can't fuck you, as much as I want to right now. This is as far as I can go."

To demonstrate, he slides the sponge down to my labia, where he slyly prizes up and digs beneath the petals of my flesh. I gasp as the sponge brushes my throbbing clit, already primed by his previous sponging ministrations upon my breasts and belly.

His fingers lift my labia, and with his third finger, he presses the sponge hard upon my clit - eliciting a spasm of pleasure.

I give a little moan. From across the pool, Alice turns to regard me with a glare.

"Ssssh." Max grins. "Don't let Heathcliff know you're having too much fun."

It isn't Heathcliff as much as Alice, I want to say. Perhaps she's jealous.

Of you. With me.

His fingers surreptitiously massage the tender flesh on the under-leaves of my outer pussy lips. It's ohhhhh so enticing. Then he snares and compresses my clit, so that my little nub is straining with need and heat - even beyond the delicious warmth of the water - and I'm trying not to make a noise, even though my fists and toes are curling wantonly and for the love of God.

He maintains his firm hold on my clit and labia while his other hand slips below my pussy. He inserts two fingers into my pussy hole.
Ooooooh. In the bubbling water, my entire body - including the tunnel of my vagina - is languorously suffused with warmth, and his intrusion becomes a lovely addition to my general state of heightened arousal.

"You like that?" he says, smiling.

His fingers expertly massage my vaginal walls as his dilated eyes never leave mine. Beneath the water, his cock is diamond hard.
My voice is hoarse as I clutch at his shoulders. "Are you sure this is all you can do?"

"Yes, or I will be severely whipped. You don't want to see me whipped, do you?"

The image is somewhat tantalizing.

Yes, I would really like to see Max hogtied and whipped, totally naked and pleading for mercy. I wouldn't like to wield the whip myself, of course. I'm no dominatrix. But to see another man - Russell perhaps - doing that to him is a scene that would greatly excite me.

Pretty college student Gina Wesley has been purchased as a sex slave by Vladimir Potchenko, dictator of a small Eastern European nation. She is told of his cruelty, his torture and annihilation of political prisoners, and she is rightfully terrified.

Together with her boyfriend, Max, and a fellow sex slave who secretly loves her, Greg, she must journey to the dictator’s nation in his private jet. But she is not prepared for the terrible and salacious things he asks of her and their dire psychological ramifications.

This 11000 word BDSM novelette is the first volume of ‘The Initiation 3’ series.

Excerpt:
Potchenko reaches for my pussy. I stand very still – my heart beating fast – as he wrests my outer labia from my clit, peeling them off as if they are pomegranate slices. My poor throbbing clit – so sensitized, so vulnerable – is revealed like a gold nugget in its sea of cocooned flesh.

What does he think of me when he looks at me? I am arrested by his obsidian eyes. I am drowning in them even though his gaze is focused on my pussy.

He seizes my clit in between his index finger and thumb. My skin there is on fire, and as he applies the pressure, a deep erotic tendril shoots through my entire cunt, flushing the entire front of my body scarlet right up to my cheeks.

“Ohhhhh,” I moan, unable to help myself.

His gaze darts upward to my face. “You like it, do you not?”

“Y-yes.”

“You will call me Master.”

“Yes, M-master.” I have not called anyone by that for a long, long time. I savor the word on my tongue. It makes me feel calmer. In my place.

He squeezes my clit further, sending me into spasms. I stiffen my back. My fists are bunched. I dare not touch him or place my hands on his shoulders, as I normally would if someone is playing with my pussy. I think I can climax just by letting him compress the nerve bundles in my clit into a flattened piece of ecstatic flesh.

I whimper again, feeling embarrassed by my wanton need.

He withdraws his hand.

“You like it too much.”

I nod helplessly.

“You will be punished for that.”

My blood runs cold. What does he mean?

Lauren Harper was told devastating news when she reunited with the long lost love of her life, Jake Hunter.  When she saw him at the reunion she thought that they would be able to heal old wounds and pick up where they left off, but that did not happen.  She believes in her heart that they are meant to be together forever.  But now that a huge obstacle has been thrown in the way,  will Lauren and Jake get a second chance at love?

Kate has accepted a job working as a personal assistant to billionaire Anthony Howard.  One day he has a special job offer for her – to bear his child.  Will Kate give herself to the man of her dreams…and will she be Bred by the Billionaire?  Warning: This short story contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only.