🔥NSFW🔥Three Stories, One Great Price!
Jun 18, 2022 7:01 pm
**Book 1**
Antonia was the type of girl who needed to be put first, and I could do that.
Wrong.
The man I stole from isn't just any first class passenger. Turns out, he owns the whole damn airline.
And now he owns me.
For the next eighteen hours, I earn my passage through humiliating punishments that leave me begging for more. And for a moment, I
allow myself to believe it won't end when we land in Tahiti. But
there is nowhere I can go where my past won't find me, and when it
does, Daddy is the only one who can save me.
The only question is, will he still want me once he learns the truth
about why I ran?
Excerpt:
“As I said, I punish naughty girls, and you, my little stowaway, are very naughty indeed. Back inside, it’s time for your spanking. I fully plan on you feeling my displeasure for the next eighteen hours.”
I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say. Alexander’s words sent a spike of desire through me, and I know my body gave me away because he was grinning like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland at my reaction. He turned me around and gently pushed me back through the doorway.
“But, but, uh, I could pay you back?” I was scrambling for a way out, humiliated by the idea of being punished like a child.
“I don’t need your money; besides I know you don’t have any, or else why steal a ticket? Do you even know where Tahiti is? What type of world you’re flying into?”
He turned us to face the mirror as he spoke. Alexander stood nearly a foot taller than me, and his face was visible above mine. I noticed several things at once, the height difference between us, his gorgeous but determined look, and my flaming red cheeks, along with my dilated pupils. My panties were wet, and as he pinned me in front of him, his hard length pressed into my back.
I felt like I was watching a movie and was fascinated by the two main characters—us. Alexander’s eyes were almost the same color as his pre-flight drink, amber, and could shift from soft to hard in a nanosecond. His eyes weren’t the only noteworthy thing about his face. He had a chiseled jawline, and his thick brown hair was swept back, giving him a no-nonsense image. And his mouth… while he had beautiful lips, they were currently turned slightly downwards in a disapproving manner. If his body language was created to make me squirm, it was working. I felt like the naughty girl he accused me of being.
“What are you running from, Toni?”
My eyes which had been covertly admiring his expansive chest and pec muscles, flew back to his eyes. A big mistake on my part, as now I felt like a fly caught in a web, and the big daddy spider was about to pounce.
“What do you mean?” I gulped, trying to dislodge the lump in my throat.
Alexander didn’t explain further. Instead, he said, “Keep your eyes focused in the mirror.” With no further explanation, he pulled my hips back until I was bent at the waist. Then he tugged my jeans down.
**Book 2**
He took my body and owned it, and I let him.
The odds of being rescued by a dominant, sexy-as-sin billionaire? Pretty much zero.
Which is why Ocean can't quite believe her luck when she's fished from a reef after a freak boating accident. Even more shocking is learning her hero isn't just filthy rich and gorgeous — he also happens to be a strict Daddy who doesn't hesitate to dole out punishments that leave her trembling, breathless, and desperate for his touch.
But the man she's hiding from hasn't stopped looking for her. And unless she can learn to trust her new Daddy, her luck is about to run out.
“This Daddy likes to spank, so you better behave.”
Excerpt:
“I’m curious by what you mean, Daddy, by otherwise specified.”
I sat on the bed and pulled her onto my lap, and with her feet dangling off the floor, the shorts and undies completely fell off, leaving her in a bra and tank top.
“Well, let’s say I take you out on a date, to a restaurant or another public place, and you misbehave. I may tell you to go to the bathroom and wait for me to come and punish you. I certainly wouldn’t want you nude in a public bathroom because Daddy is selfish and wants to be the only one to see you naked.”
Ocean’s pupils dilated. She obviously loved the idea of being owned, she loved the idea of public displays, and I was pretty sure she liked being over my knee.
“Or maybe we are out for dinner with friends, and you misbehave. Our friends might witness you going over my knee at the table.” I didn’t think this was something I would ever really do, but I wanted to see her reaction to my words.
Ocean didn’t disappoint. Her cheeks went bright red from embarrassment, and my thigh was damp from her excitement. I narrowed my eyes and modulated my tone, my words acting almost as if she was undergoing hypnosis.
“Would you like that, Ocean? Would you enjoy dangling over Daddy’s muscular thigh and have him pull up your dress exposing you to Daddy’s friends? They would see how turned on you are. I would spank your gorgeous ass, and they would be envious of my perfect girl and all the attention she was receiving. They would lick their lips in anticipation of seeing your sexy slit. I would widen your legs so they could see your essence coating your entrance and thighs. I would spank your naughty clit and watch you climax. Our friends would need a bathroom break to ease their sexual frustrations. And so would you. With them gone, seeking their own pleasure, Daddy would fuck you with his fingers until you came repeatedly. And just when you thought it was all over, Daddy would spank you again for getting his pants wet with your orgasms, and we would start anew. Daddy would have to help you walk when it was time to go because your legs would be rubbery from sub-space and all the attention. Then I would take you home and lube up that puckered naughty bud in the back and fuck you until you beg me to fill your ass with my cum.”
Ocean wasn’t the only one super turned on. My hard-on was pressing painfully inside my khakis.
**Book 3**
Could running be a trigger for wanting to be captured?
King Connelly. But the boy I remember never would have dared to take me across his knee like a naughty little girl, or use my body to bring us both pleasure beyond our wildest fantasies.
He never would have made me call him Daddy.
No, the boy I ran from is long gone. In his place is a man who punishes even the slightest hint of defiance swiftly and thoroughly. A man who vows to protect me from a past I can't seem to escape.
A man who makes me wonder if I can finally stop running.
“You are worth more than a king's ransom; you are worth more to me than anything else in this world.”
Excerpt:
I opened the garage and walked the bike out. Placing the helmet on my head, I flung my leg over and started the engine. The power rumbled between my legs, and my achy ass noticed the vibration right away. I quickly took note of the bells and whistles. I’d driven a motorcycle before, once and had a blast, but I didn't have a bike license and prayed I wouldn’t get pulled over. I pulled the clutch lever then shifted down to the first gear. So far, so good. Then slowly released the lever as I gradually rolled the throttle. The bike began to move, and I let out a sigh of relief. I fully released the clutch and gave a little more throttle.
Riding down King’s private property, I felt like a queen. The huge smile on my face was hidden by the helmet. I was proud of me; things were going good. But when I arrived at the end of the private road, I looked at the stretch of highway that would take me to the park. I knew it wouldn’t be a long ride, but still, I hesitated. I wrestled with the pros and cons of taking his bike without permission and without the proper license. Would he be mad at me if he found out? Hell ya, he would be; stealth was required to not get my backside tanned.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and quickly sent a text that I’d gone for a stroll to Kennedy Park, then being the chicken I was, turned off my phone and tucked it back in my pocket.
Deciding to go for it, I maneuvered the bike right and was about to pull out when a hand came down on the throttle scaring the shit out of me. I screamed, the bike bounced, and the only reason I didn’t fall off was that a strong arm snaked around my middle and pulled me off just in time.
I hung in midair, very much like a cavewoman tucked under the arm of her much more significant, ferocious caveman.
“And where did you think you were going, young lady?” King placed me on my feet.
“Didn’t you get my text? To the watering hole.” His phone beeped. “You mean that text. The one you sent as you were about to leave, so I couldn't stop you?” His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“I—how the hell did you get here so fast? Are you following me?”
“You are on dangerous ground, Amara; how about you tell me what you’re up to, and then I’ll answer your question.”
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