In His Service: His #2 (A Billionaire Domination Serial)

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 14,300
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From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten The Second Title In A New 8-Part Erotic Romance Serial

In His Service: His #2 (A Billionaire Domination Serial)

Luxury resort owner Adrian Knight asks the impossible of Chloe Bloom when he proposes that she remain on his private Brazilian island of Ilha de Flor not as a guest but as his mistress and submissive. He has no way of knowing he’s asking her to give up her law career and her life back in the States to relive the dark pleasures that she believes contributed to the disintegration of her relationship with her lover, playboy heir Penn Ellison.

But Adrian knows more than he’s letting on, more than Chloe herself. Drawing the alluring but shy brunette into his service is as much about competitive instinct and settling debts with the Ellison heir as it is about the attraction he feels for the woman who resists truly surrendering to him.

Chloe’s training begins…

And the defenses the submissive and her raffish Dom have built around themselves crack as Chloe and Adrian start to understand one another despite their best efforts.

Length: 14,300 words

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from erotica shorts Taken: Dominated #1 and Broken: Bitter Creek Doms #2 by Erika Masten.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, including elements of light domination. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

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The distance in his voice had faded with the loss of physical distance between us. “Touch your body for me, Miss Bloom. Excite yourself.” My hands twitched and started to come up from my sides, but I balked and flushed hot with nerves again, hesitating awkwardly until Adrian’s gaze met mine. “Start with your breasts. Hold them. Play with your nipples.”

Seeing him staring at my chest then made the rosy nubs peak instantly, made them twitch and throb. I pinched them to control the sensation, their pulsing ache mirrored by the small bundle of nerves between my legs, and he lightly purred out his approval.

“Yes, keep doing that. And spread your feet. One hand between your legs.”

Though everything inside me trembled and wound tight, I obeyed. My cheeks burned as badly as if someone had turned on a space heater and aimed it directly at my face.

“Now to our terms,” Adrian said.

Now to our terms? This amounted to duress, for certain, but I also reasoned that it was par for the course. Duress was going to be the standard for as long as I was with Adrian Knight.

“I would assume you have had no formal training as a submissive despite your…” He paused for a deep, lingering breath. “Obvious submissive nature.” His glance found mine again, and a hint of a smile played along one corner of his mouth. “That’s of no consequence to me. I’ll train you the way I want you trained. Inside this villa, you will remain naked and always available to me. You will see to and submit to my every need. In the resort, you’ll be…” His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes taking on a harsher gleam of something like…irony, perhaps. “You’ll be my girlfriend, so far as anyone else needs to know.”

Why didn’t I object when he said this? Was I too caught up in the subtle, sensual humiliation of playing with myself in front of this man, one hand cupping my own sex as my finger traced my bare, moist cleft? Or was his suggestion just so damn close to what I’d had with Penn—the girlfriend in public, the woman he held down and fucked hard in the bedroom? And all of it just…role-playing, when it came right down to it.

Adrian’s free hand had strayed down to rest on the fly of his tuxedo pants. He did not rub the mounting ridge there, only strummed his thumb lightly over the tip of the increasingly impressive bulge. “I will take care of everything else,” Adrian told me. “You will lack for nothing, and I will provide a generous stipend for every month you remain in my service.”

My hands stilled, tensed, no longer playing against my skin. Instead, I was covering—protecting—myself. “No,” I said flatly and waited for Knight to focus on my face. “No stipend. I’m not a whore. I’m not here for your money, Mr. Knight.”

I didn’t flinch or rear back when Adrian shot to his feet. He grabbed my wrists and yanked my hands away from my pussy and my flushed breasts, reinforcing the vulnerability of my nakedness.

Disapproval, perhaps even anger, narrowed those beautiful eyes. “Then what are you here for, Miss Bloom?” he demanded.

When my mouth worked soundlessly around a response I did not wish to voice, he hauled me up against his tall body and held my arms bent awkwardly high on my back. Muscles that were still tender from the day before burned sharply enough to make me wince, but the pain dulled quickly, inundated by more pressing and pleasant sensations. The citrus and champagne of his cologne had faded overnight, and the spice of rum and the natural musk of his skin had taken over. My mouth watered at his scent. The smooth, firm flesh of Adrian’s chest sealed itself against my tingling breasts as his body curved over and around mine. He bent his knees for leverage and ground the pronounced ridge of his erection against me, parting the lips of my sex and putting sudden pressure on my clitoris.

“This?” he asked.

I held my breath to keep from panting, but that didn’t make my response any more forthcoming. It seemed the subtle coolness of the morning had dissipated in the last few seconds, and pinpricks of sweat broke out along my hairline. This was the foremost reason I was here with Adrian Knight. No one else had ever enflamed this level of desire in me—and based on so little, hardly more than his looks and his voice, at turns seductive and stern.

Holding both my wrists in one hand, Adrian threaded the other into my hair and pulled my head back, making the nape of my neck throb with dull pain-pleasure, making me arch and slide myself against his hard-on until a moan burst from the well of my chest.

“This?” he persisted. He didn’t wait for an answer this time, just closed his lips over the bow of my panting mouth and took me with his tongue. So like that first kiss in the sauna, he filled my mouth with the taste of his, with his heat, with the unhurried but insistent feeling of penetration and possession.

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