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More Than His Client (New Adult Romance BDSM MMF)

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33 pages27 minutes

Summary

*This is the first book in a continuing story that will have 3 parts. That said, it is a serial, but it is written episodically, without hard cliffhangers.*

Raven is a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. She's been going to Club Brackish for appointments with a dead sexy Professional Dom named Argo for several months. She becomes more and more attracted to him, but Club rules forbid relationships with clients. Is there some way for her to find out how he feels, or will she be banished from Club Brackish forever?

Warning: This is an erotic story for Adults Only. 6,813 Words.

Excerpt:
“Do you think being a little suck-up will earn points from me?” He said.
“No, sir, ” she said demurely. That only earned her a swat from the crop across her ass. She flinched, and bit her lip, riding out the brief sting. It felt delicious.
“I didn't give you permission to answer me, pet.” He said. “Ugh, go to the wall, so I can finish appraising your sorry ass.”
She obeyed, doing a smooth heel turn step and walking up to the wall. She smiled a bit, thinking she saw a small twinkle in his eye at her deft maneuver.
Raven was generally a very obedient Sub. She wasn't sure if she liked the feeling of being controlled by someone so strong-willed and put together when her day-to-day life required so much responsibility, or if it was because she just naturally liked a sense of order and hard rules. She was well-aware though that too much obedience sometimes made things boring and predictable for Doms. Slaves who were too much this way wore the label of 'doormats,' and she didn't want that, so she chose her moments to rebel wisely.
Argo moved close, herding her to the wall. She put the palms of her bound hands against the wall.
“Nose to the wall.” He sneered. “I'm going to pat you d---”
She spread her legs in a wide 'V,' and thrust out her ass until it was inches apart from his leather clad thigh.
“But I thought you were checking my sorry ass,” she laughed.
The backlash came hard and sudden.
He pulled her close to his body, his arm holding her back by the throat. His hard leg stayed in place at a slight bent, and it went between her thighs as he pulled her in. Soon her ass, in her cotton panties were on top of his leg, and she could feel his hard chest muscles against her back. She felt a tight yearning in her pussy as he pulled her tighter to him, the hard tendons of one arm crushing against her breasts. She couldn't remember the last time there had been so much of him so tightly against her body It felt so good, she had to consciously resist the urge to grind herself against that iron-hard thigh...
“It seems I've been too generous in my appraisal,” he said lowly.
He let her slip out of his hold for a brief second, before planting a hand square between the shoulders, and shoving her into the wall. She breathed as her breasts were once again squeezed against the wall until they were sore, and her body was flush with the wall. His elegant yet too-strong fingers ran along her side, patting her down, groping her waist and the back of the thigh with a callused knuckle.
He kneeled down low, and demanded she spread her legs.
“Now let's see this ass your so proud of,” he said with a tone that implied a raised eyebrow.
Raven spread her legs apart, this time not going to such extremes to, well, present herself.

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