Submitting to His Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Annette Black is thriving in her new role as billionaire Conrad White's personal assistant. He has been teaching her the dark pleasures of submission and domination.

There's just one problem - Annette is unsure of where she stands with Mr White. Is she merely his latest plaything, or is their relationship developing into more than that?

When Conrad calls her unexpectedly one night, ordering her to accompany him to a mystery function, his only command is that she promise to give herself to him completely, mind and body.

Annette agrees to be his slave for the night, unsure of what to expect. The truth is far beyond her wildest imagination, and it will test her loyalty to the limit.

This 9000 word story is the second to feature Conrad White and Annette Black, and features domination, public sex, forceful sex, and some 'under the table' negotiations that you don't want to miss!

Strictly for adults only!

Excerpt:

Before long these daydreams had caused her to grow warm and wet between her legs, and the attentions of the men in front of her became more and more welcome. She actively sought out their attention, staring at them until they met her eyes. She would stare intensely at them, as if by looking alone she could communicate her desire.

Of course, she only truly desired Mr White, her master, but she was enjoying toying with these lesser men.

Her reverie was suddenly broken by her master's voice, raised above the murmur of the crowd.

"I would like to thank everybody for coming tonight. It has been a very productive evening. However, we did not gather here only to talk business for the whole evening. I think it's time to move onto the night's entertainment, don't you all think?"

Nobody needed to speak in agreement to Conrad's statement; Annette could clearly see the eagerness in their eyes.

Before she had time to wonder about what form this entertainment would take, Mr White stood and clapped his hands once.

From between a red velvet curtain at the back of the room emerged two naked women, both stunningly beautiful. They swayed seductively towards Mr White, and stood either side of him. Annette stiffened as an involuntary twinge of jealousy ran through her.

Her master's voice rang out in the now silent room, commanding and clear.

"Gentlemen, introducing Erika and Candy, the first of tonight's diversions." He raised his arms expansively. "Enjoy."

Annette felt a sense of relief as he then came to sit once more in front of her.

Looking up, she saw that the gathered group of men had all settled themselves into chairs arrayed in a crescent shape around the two women. With a start, she realised that Hector and his dead-eyed female companion were nowhere to be seen among them. Had he left in anger over Mr White's words?

Annette cast the man out of her thoughts. Conrad surely knew Hector better than she did, and would know how to deal with any problems were they to arise.

When they were sure that they had everyone's attention, Erika leaned over and passionately kissed Candy, full on the mouth.

Annette drew in a breath and held it, mesmerised by the sheer raw sexuality of the pair. That first kiss lingered, long and slow, and it seemed as if everyone present held a collective breath as they watched, enraptured.

Soon the two women were running their hands over one another's bodies, caressing and exploring. Their touch was gentle and sensual, and Annette was mesmerised by the show. The sexual urges that had been building within her all night were only intensified as she looked on.

The women lowered themselves slowly to the floor, still locked in their embrace, until they were kneeling, their bodies pressed up against each other. They writhed in tandem, rubbing soft flesh against soft flesh.

BY HIS COMMAND

#1
His Want

by
Ana Fawkes

Isabella Grace has been late for work three days in a row, but for good reason.  Lingering in the main lobby of The J. Black Corporation, where she works, hoping to see the ultra sexy, billionaire CEO, Jonathan Black, is worth anything... or so she believes.

When she gets a personal call from Mr. Back to visit him in his office, she expects to be fired for being late to work.  It turns out Jonathan Black has noticed much more than just Isabella being late for the past three days.  And beyond noticing her, he propositions her for work outside the office, including a surprise gift that leaves Isabella Grace in shock, in love, and under his full control and command.

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While heading to the Bahamas for an Island getaway, Janie and Justin finally find a groove in their relationship. Each new day is filled with personal discovery through incredible, adventurous sex. Janie and Justin wonder how things could possibly get better. But is it too good to last?

After a tabloid headline reveals a secret from Janie’s past, Janie decides she needs to take some time to think things through, but her actions could put her relationship and her life in danger. Can Justin save her in time? Or will she have to fend for herself?

Mary decides to sign her boss' contract, which gives him complete ownership of her body. He sends her to procure sexy lingerie and clothing before taking her out on the town. When Mary tempts him at a bar, he takes her to the bathroom and has his way with her. When he finishes, he promises to punish her severely at his home for her disobedience.

This 8,000 word story is the fourth part of Adriana Rossi's "Servicing the Billionaire" erotic romance!

Excerpt:

Mary beamed at him at took his proffered arm. “Where are we going, Sir?” she asked.

“To a nice bar,” he replied, looking at her as though he regretted this decision. He led her to his silver Audi R8 and opened her door.

She could feel his eyes raking over her body as she slid inside.

Then he started the car and they sped into the night. Mr. White, it turned out, was a fast driver. He laid his hand in her lap and Mary squirmed as his hand slipped to her thigh and began to knead her flesh. He inched his hand higher and higher up her dress, until the tip of his finger grazed across her lace thong. Mary heard his intake of sharp breath before he pulled his hand out.

Breathing rather hard, she closed her legs and watched Mr. White, who now seemed very agitated. Did I do something?
Again, Mr. White seemed to hear her unspoken thoughts. “I haven’t eaten all day,” he growled as they stopped in front of the bar.

Somehow, she knew that he wasn’t talking about food.

The entered Stanford’s, which seemed to be a high-class bar, and were promptly whisked away to a private table. A waiter came to ask for their drinks.

“Vodka tonic,” Mr. White grunted.

“Do you have Chianti? I’ll have a glass of that.”

He almost drained his glass when they received their drinks and grabbed the waiter’s wrist, asking for another.
Nervous, Mary took an unnecessary large gulp of wine and felt warmth spread to her groin and legs. Mr. White was drumming his fingers on the table—he looked edgy. For the first time, she noticed dark circles under his eyes.
“So,” she began in a timid voice. “Mr. White, why is it that you need to drink blood?”

He looked at her with those haunted eyes. “Because I am a monster.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Drinking blood is the only way I feel normal. It’s an addiction—a necessity.”

Mary found herself unable to meet his intense gaze. “Were you born this way?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He paused. “I have lived for a long time, Mary. I don’t remember.”

His hands were shaking and he clenched his fists to stop them.

She seized his hand. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“What?”

“You need to feed.” She stood from the chair.

Mr. White’s face was twisted with anger. “Sit down,” he hissed.

“No,” she said, knowing that it would incense him.

“What did you say?”

One look at him told her that it had worked. The tips of his fangs just protruded from his lips as he stood up and grabbed her wrist so tightly that Mary flinched with pain. He dragged her to the back of the bar, which had an intersex single toilet. Not willing to let go, he yanked her inside.

Mary had barely enough time to react before she was slammed against the wall. She caught a brief glimpse of his fangs and shrieked as his mouth closed over her neck. Mr. White covered her mouth with his other hand as his fangs sunk into her flesh.

After a night of passion with her domineering, sexy boss, he tells her that it can never happen again. Determined to make him lose control, Mary concocts a plan to embarrass her boss in front of his associates. Her plan works--but not in the way she expects.

This 6,218 word story is the third part to Adriana Rossi's "Servicing the Billionaire" series.

Excerpt:

Another day at work, Mary thought to herself as she sat down. Except, it wasn’t a normal day. No less than twenty-four hours ago, Mary had witnessed her boss fucking and drinking the young intern.

She relived last night’s events in her mind, relishing the moment when Mr. White had caught her attempting to flee down the staircase. She had been so terrified, but the idea of being sexually punished by a man like him excited her. And then…

A sigh escaped her mouth as she powered on her computer. Had it all been a dream? Could it have been possible that she and Mr. White had gone to dinner in one of the most exclusive restaurants in America, after which he fucked her on the carpeted floor of his town car?

She had woken up early at 5am, surprised to find herself completely nude under her sheets. A surge of energy had shot through her body and her eyelids snapped open. Instantly, she was awake and her eyes would not close. She had checked herself in the mirror and the puncture wounds on her neck had disappeared. There was no evidence anything abnormal had occurred. Mary might have gone about her day as if nothing had happened if she hadn’t noticed the black cocktail dress hanging in her closet.

That was it. That was all the evidence she had needed. Her heart clenched painfully as she anticipated facing Mr. White after last night’s events. How would he behave towards her? How would she react?

Mary kept herself busy to avoid thinking about it. She managed Mr. White’s calendar and scheduled his meetings. There was a conference he needed to attend on Thursday, so Mary booked the travel arrangements. She cleaned her desk several times, dusting each object meticulously. Her heels tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor.

“What the hell is wrong with me today?” she muttered to herself. Mary had never remembered having so much energy. Her legs were shaking so badly it was as if she had downed an entire pot of coffee.

She scrolled down her email list and her heart gave a painful squeeze when she noticed a familiar name, Matthew White. There was no subject line. She clicked on the email:

Miss Kramar,
Please meet me in my office at once.

Matthew White
CEO, White Group Inc.

Mary looked at the time and gasped out loud. It was sent nearly an hour ago. She grabbed her purse and took out her compact mirror. She adjusted her appearance with a few swipes of her hand and bolted out of her chair. Why he had sent an email, rather than screaming her name as he usually did? The abrupt change in his behavior was worrying. Trembling, she pushed open his office door.

Still reeling from the night before, Sandra sits in a daze at her office table, unable to accept that she went all the way with her billionaire CEO (and lover?) Hank. But when he calls her down to meet him in his car in the middle of the work day, Sandra realizes this is so very real. He can't take his mind of her and when he reveals his secret room of kink right in his office, will Sandra resist?

[WARNING: This 6000 word erotic experience contains explicit scenes, graphic language, anal sex, double penetration, sex with a brooding billionaire, dominating, submission, bdsm, bondage, candleplay, spanking and much more! Adults only.]

Excerpt:

Sandra turned around just in time to see the wall behind Hank's table split into two right in the middle like a secret escape route. Except that instead of a dark dank tunnel, she found herself staring at a literal armory of kink.

Holy, fuck.

Rows and rows of weird implements hung proudly in racks meticulously categorized by size, shape and type. There were truncheons, sticks, whips of every shape, material and color. And they were all well-maintained and ready for immediate use.

Sandra waltzed in, not caring whether Hank objected or not. It was a reasonable oversight on her part, considering how this was a critical juncture of Sandra's journey.

If her first time with Hank was an appetizer, this was more than a full course.

She couldn't even name half the strange implements that lay neatly on the tables. Seemingly random objects fastened together with bits of leather and chain beckoned her inquisitive self towards them, ready to pounce and devour her sexual innocence.

"Uh, Sandra, you don't want to go there."

She looked down. A collar dotted with metal spikes stared back at her.

To Sandra, its attempt at being scary and menacing only made it even cuter.

"Oooh, how cute!" she gushed, picking it up and examining its precise stitching.

"No, don't!" Hank rushed towards her, reaching out to snatch the collar away from her naughty hands.

But it was too late.

She noticed the tag attached to its firm leathery skin.

Sandra.

She read her name off the fine engraving.

BY HIS COMMAND

#3
His Desire

by
Ana Fawkes

I'm going to kill him.
I'm going to kill Oliver Rush.

When billionaire Jonathan Black says the words, Isabella Grace can't help but believe he's acting out of anger.  Oliver's attack on Isabella has left her scared, but as long as she is in the company of Mr. Black, she feels safe.
But when Jonathan Black starts to show a darker side of himself - outside of the bedroom - Isabella realizes that perhaps he is serious.

I'm going to kill him.
I'm going to kill Oliver Rush.

But at what cost?

Amazon US Top 50 "Hot New Releases" Bestseller!
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The sensational sequel to the Amazon Top 100 Erotica and Contemporary Romance bestseller "What Money Can Buy" is here!

When submission, jealousy, dominance and danger collide...can love emerge unscathed?

It has been six months since billionaire alpha male bad boy Jason King swept sexy secretary Lauren Wade off her feet. But Lauren's discovery of cryptic emails regarding a secret club and a mysterious woman from Jason's past threaten to blow their relationship apart.

When Jason offers to show her his secret world, the results prove dangerous - and devastating.

A contemporary erotic romance novelette for adults only of 12,000 words. FREE BONUS STORY! As a thank-you for buying this ebook, enjoy a FREE copy of Katie Cramer's erotic short story, "Maid For Each Other", included at the end of the book.

EXCERPT:

By the time I was pressed against the wall, Jason's lips were on mine. The smell of his Hugo Boss perfume filtered through my heavy breaths, and my tongue explored his mouth as he slipped a hand slowly down the side of my figure hugging black dress. I slid a smooth, freshly shaved leg up the side of his body, my lace panelled Jimmy Choo high heel moving over the curves of his muscular legs.
"This is so naughty, Jason," I said, gasping.
He looked at me and smiled one of those mischievous grins that got me every time. "Isn't it? That's why you're with me, Lauren."
I let out a sharp intake of breath as his hand found its way between the slit of my dress and gently began to caress my wetness. He expertly found my clit, soaked and sensitive, and he applied just enough pressure to make me go weak at the knees. I placed a hand against his chest. "Oh God, Jason... You're going to make me come..."
"That's the intention."
He brought his fingers up to my mouth and guided them in, slowly slipping them over my tongue so I could taste my sweet juices. He did the same, drinking my nectar from his fingertips. "You taste so good, Lauren."
I licked my lips. "I know," I replied, cheekily.
"You taste of sex."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" I said, unzipping his pants. He was already fully erect beneath his tight boxer shorts. "Let's see how you taste, Mr Billionaire."

For His Pleasure is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling series, and with each new book, the romance only gets hotter...

Kallie Young has finally succumbed to bad boy Hunter Reardon's advances.  She's even gone so far as to sign a contract that gives him the right to do with her as he pleases.

But as it turns out, Hunter wants more still.  And when Hunter's increasing demands interfere with her own personal responsibilities, Kallie will have to make difficult choices. 

As her nights with Hunter grow hotter and more intimate, other problems surface.  Hunter has a past that won't remain hidden forever, and Kallie is more and more determined to find answers--even if her contract specifically forbids her from doing so. 

In the end, she will be left wondering if her latest revelation about Hunter's life is more than she can possibly bear.

His Every Touch (For His Pleasure, Book 8) is a 30,000 word tale of lust, submission, power and ultimately--a love story for the ages.