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Amanda finally gets an opportunity to dominate Stephanie in
the bedroom, a journalist investigates Andre's Corporation and Stephanie learns
a little about what it means to submit in the sizzling fourth installment of
Belonging to the Billionaire.
Praise for previous
installments of Belonging to the Billionaire:
"Sexy story. Highly recommended!" -Mark Thompson
"Well written and hot! Full of great sex scenes. Andre
West is as sexy as ever!" -Veronica Young
Excerpt:
I flushed with shame. Though every thought commanded me to
refute her, the powerful sensation rooted in the pit of my stomach overruled
every thought of dissent. All that it wanted was pleasure. Submit," it
said. "Let her humiliate you. Give yourself to her and if will feel so
sweet."
I felt my pride ebb away as I felt her touch roam closer and
closer to my clit. I bit my lip trying to ignore the lust surging through me. I
wanted to think of something unrelated, but nothing was vivid enough to mask
her touch.
I was still struggling when she spoke again, inches from my
ear, saying "I guarantee that you will feel no release until I hear you
beg."
This time, though, I didn't shy away at the sound of her
voice. All I could think about was the sensation of her breath on my cheek and
the soft touch of her fingertips. I could no longer resist. "Please,"
I begged, "please, just let me come." I waited for a moment,
concentrating every iota of my consciousness in my clit, waiting for release.
I cried out in shock and outrage when, instead of the gentle
touch I had craved, I was rewarded with a stinging slap from her riding crop.
"Beg for more," Amanda commanded me.
I wanted to refuse, to spit in her face, but, as the pain
faded, even more lust remained behind. I hated her for making me want her, but
there was no denying that if I was to escape this agony of lust, I would have
to submit to her. In a broken whisper, I said "Please, Amanda, I'm begging
you to let me come."
Another stinging reprimand left me writhing in my restraints
and I wondered desperately why she still refused me satisfaction.
"You are to address me as Mistress from now on,"
she said in answer to my unspoken question. "Failure to do so will result
in additional punishment," she added stroking me lightly with the riding
crop.
"Mistress, please..." I said, anticipating another
blow that did not come. Instead, she resumed stroking around my clit.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked in a
whisper, her touch a millimeter from my clit./
"Yes, Mistress."
"How shall I fuck you?"
"Any way you like, Mistress."
