C P Mandara

The First Time Lois Meets James - It's All About Pleasure... And Pain"I am going to break you.That's the whole purpose of this exercise. From the moment the door inside that room closes, I am not going to be Mr. Nice Guy. I am going to do everything in my power to hear you scream, and I won't stop until I hear you beg for mercy. Do you wish to proceed on that basis?"Today my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with dominant "James Leverett" this morning, because my next assignment requires that I be a "submissive" and I have no idea what that entails. I'm about to find out... by jumping in at the deep end."Why do you like meting out pain? Do you enjoy hurting women?"If possible, his smile got wider. "Is that what you think we do here? Hurt women?" He paused, and I resisted the urge to squirm. "Are women all over the world," he leaned over the desk to give me the full weight of his stare, "crazy enough to pay for that kind of thing?" His pen tapped sharply on the desk, daring me to answer."All over the world?" The words didn't come out as I'd intended them to, ending up as more of a pathetic whisper. Backing up against my chair, his large frame making me rather uncomfortable in the fragile emotional state I was in, there were a couple of seconds silence as I deliberated my next move. Needing desperately to get back to normal so I could return to work, I needed the release that I suspected only this kind of scenario could bring, without me being back in the field of course, which wasn't going to happen until I was cleared. I'd been off work for six months now, and the inactivity was killing me. For someone who lived their life on the edge, sitting down in front of the TV channel hopping every day was one of the worst punishments possible. The adrenaline junkie in me was clamouring for a high, and the most excitement I'd found in downtown London recently was a near mugging attempt.

Sparks

I've been sold to Alain Dumortier. I was delivered to his doorstep naked as the day I was born, and two weeks later I haven't got a stitch of clothing to my name. This should have been an easy assignment. Get in, have him fall under my spell, grab every little piece of intel I can find, and then assassinate him. They were simple instructions, and ones I'd followed countless times before. What could go wrong?Just about everything. Alain's kept me imprisoned and drugged up to my eyeballs. The mind games he's playing are nearly my undoing, but it's hard battling a body that's full of barbiturates or opium. There's one more problem, too. I think I'm falling in love with the bastard.And that was how our story began. Little did I realise, but even though I was half in love with James back then, I would soon forget all about him in less than two weeks time. As unbelievable as it sounds, it was the truth. When the doors of Carte Blanche opened for me, they would strip my world bare, and I've never been a girl who was fond of black and white. Though James had tried his best to warn me, it wasn't until I was on the road of no return that I realised I had made the biggest mistake of my life. All alone, and with no one to turn to, I'd made my bed, but lying in it was almost impossible. Alain Dumortier was out for blood. Mine.

Smoke

Harper left me to rot in jail for a crime that she committed. I was put away for five years. During that time, there was only one thing that got me through the night - the desire to get even.It was all too easy to kidnap her. She's now locked away in my basement awaiting her punishment. I intend to find out by any means necessary why she lied. If that means hurting her, so be it. She's put me through more than any man should have to cope with in a lifetime, so a little payback is only fair.If she were my only problem, life would be peachy, but my parents are giving me hell. They're trying to force me into marriage, and wriggling out of that will be a full-time job.I'll get what I want, eventually. Everyone has a breaking point - and Harper will be getting close to hers shortly. That's a promise.

Enemies to Lovers - Dark Romance Book 2

Beautiful Torture

Brandt and Gabriel have me tied down on the bed. While Mal points a gun at them, they're going to mess with me a little. Gabriel looks almost gleeful at the prospect, Brandt not so much. It's too bad. He might as well get his kicks where he can.After Mal's finished with them, hopefully he'll find something unpleasant for them to do. He always needs a patsy to murder someone or other. My fingers are crossed that the pair can find an opportunity to run and get out of this mess. That's what I'd do if I had the chance.Unfortunately for me, my last few days are to be spent at Mal's warehouse. The Airfix King is about to take his superglue addiction out on me, before he chops me up into little pieces and leaves me for dead.This is probably not the time to wish I'd killed myself earlier, right?

Beautiful Tyrant

Meet Jenny. She's rich, spoiled, rude and obnoxious. She's also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life - without her consent. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny's to-do list. The trouble is, how do you escape when you're tied up, gagged and constantly sexually aroused? Which Master or Mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself? This is Jenny's adventure into the world of BDSM and pony play. She's about to find out just how much effort it takes to become a pony girl and that she has no choice but to excel in every aspect of her training or she may never stand a chance of being released from her bondage. Book One features Jenny's abrupt induction, where she finds herself being stripped naked, medically examined and intimately measured for her new uniform - as a pony girl.

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