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There she was, staring at the door of the exclusive BDSM club, Lascivo Credence.
Who did something like this? Accept an anonymous invitation to become a stranger's sub for one night? What was she thinking? It was completely out of character for her―especially since her knowledge of the lifestyle was limited to what she read in novels. But her curiosity over the super hot CEO she worked for and had a secret … er … libido crush on, was the caveat to throw caution to the wind. She had to know what he was up to in his free time.
In a skimpy elf dress, wearing killer heels, she waited to meet Master Santa … completely unaware of the deviant plans he had in store for her.
Cash Evans had it all. He was rich, clever and possessed the kind of physical appeal that made women's clothes fall from their bodies with one look from him. But he had needs, the kind very few women could understand let alone embrace, and he should know. He'd been searching for the right one for years.
Now, he had his sights set on the naturally sensual Megan Torres, and the powerful Dom in him knew just how to wake the submissive within her.
Would one night with him yield the one he had been searching for, or would she flee him and his chains when the clock struck midnight without a backward glance?
Editor's Note:
Prepare to touch yourself while reading this story … to provoke both pleasure and to try to protect your most intimate parts from Master Santa's sadistic tendencies. This story will turn you on and make you cringe in staggering succession, and by the end, you might even be looking into trying this pain for pleasure thing.
Who did something like this? Accept an anonymous invitation to become a stranger's sub for one night? What was she thinking? It was completely out of character for her―especially since her knowledge of the lifestyle was limited to what she read in novels. But her curiosity over the super hot CEO she worked for and had a secret … er … libido crush on, was the caveat to throw caution to the wind. She had to know what he was up to in his free time.
In a skimpy elf dress, wearing killer heels, she waited to meet Master Santa … completely unaware of the deviant plans he had in store for her.
Cash Evans had it all. He was rich, clever and possessed the kind of physical appeal that made women's clothes fall from their bodies with one look from him. But he had needs, the kind very few women could understand let alone embrace, and he should know. He'd been searching for the right one for years.
Now, he had his sights set on the naturally sensual Megan Torres, and the powerful Dom in him knew just how to wake the submissive within her.
Would one night with him yield the one he had been searching for, or would she flee him and his chains when the clock struck midnight without a backward glance?
Editor's Note:
Prepare to touch yourself while reading this story … to provoke both pleasure and to try to protect your most intimate parts from Master Santa's sadistic tendencies. This story will turn you on and make you cringe in staggering succession, and by the end, you might even be looking into trying this pain for pleasure thing.
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