Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 6,050
14 Ratings (4.3)

Can an invitation-only escort service really change your life?

Stuck in a rut and desperate for a good lay, Anna spends a fortune to meet with the mysterious Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed. But can she really go through with a night of no strings attached, paid for sex? Has she become that girl?

And can one man really fulfill all her fantasies? Only one way to find out.

Be Warned: BDSM, bondage, sex toys.

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed
14 Ratings (4.3)

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 6,050
14 Ratings (4.3)
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I loved the concept of this book, the relationship of the characters and everything about it. You can tell that the characters are in love with one another.
I loved it. Thank you for writing it.
Cerie Hinton
Short, sexy and steamy!!! Loved this book.

SG's amused chuckle settled on her skin, flushed from the previous few minutes of struggle, and she huffed out a breath of air in annoyance.

"If you need help, pet, you only have to ask."

He raised an eyebrow at her exasperated, "Harrumph," and she stopped fidgeting at the forbidding expression on his face.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall." The tone in his voice brooked no arguments, and Anna hastened to do as she was bid.

She held her breath at the sensation of his hand sliding over her exposed skin, before it settled in the middle of her shoulder blades. A slight tug later and he pulled her zip down with infinite slowness. His knuckles grazed along her spine and the cool air on her heated flesh made her clench her thighs together to relieve the throbbing ache in her clit.

He growled his annoyance and yanked her hair hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. He pulled her head back until it rested on his shoulder and kicked her legs apart with his foot.

"Keep your legs spread!" His hot breath whispered across her face and Anna whimpered when he pulled the hem of her dress up, exposing her stockings.

"So beautiful, my pet." He released his hold on her and stepped away." Now, again, turn around and strip…slowly."

She did as she was told and let her dress glide down her body slowly, until it pooled round her feet. She stepped out of it and, with a coy glance in his direction, kicked it up and towards him. He caught it easily, lifted it up to his face, and inhaled. Their eyes met and his darkened as she undid the claps of her bra and her stomach clenched in anticipation. Her skin heated under his intense gaze as her breasts fell free. They turned heavy under his quiet perusal, his increased breathing, and the way his cock tented the towel, the only indication that he was as affected as her by her little striptease. Her nipples jutted out proudly, begging for his touch and she almost lost it there and then, seeing him lick his lips as if in anticipation.

"Touch them for me. Roll those greedy little nipples between your fingers to make them ready for my touch."

The husky quality of his voice raised gooseflesh all over her body and she shuddered in response. Obediently, she raised her hands and cupped her heavy breasts, the simple act incredibly erotic under his scrutiny. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and fingers, and groaned at the sensations sparking along her nerve endings. Like a live wire every tuck and pull seemed attached to her clit, and yet more moisture soaked her thong, and trickled past the elastic.

"That's my girl." He stepped closer and, taking her hands, pulled them up in the air above her head. He held both her wrists in one hand whilst the other cupped each breast in turn and then skimmed a path of heat down her quivering tummy until he reached her thong. Her knees buckled when he used just one long finger to stroke her clit through the sodden fabric.

He murmured his approval at the wetness he found there and pushed her back against the wall.

"Are you fond of these?" He growled the question into her neck, whilst tightening his hold on her underwear until it pulled tight against her clit and dug inside her slit. She instinctively spread her legs wider to give him better access and he smiled when she shook her head into his shoulder.

"Good." With an audible rip, the delicate fabric gave way and Anna panted her arousal at the feeling of cold air across her swollen folds.

He again stepped back and lifted the remnants of her thong to his nose.

"So sweet. I'm looking forward to tasting all that bounty. Give me your hands, my pet." She did so, and he used her thong to tie her hands together. "Wiggle your fingers for me to make sure that's not too tight."

"It's not." She barely recognized the needy voice speaking the words. Heaven help her, he'd barely touched her, and she was so aroused that the slightest friction against her clit would send her tumbling into release.

He stepped back again and the slow perusal of her body gave her delicious tingles all over her skin. Dressed in nothing but her stockings, suspenders, and heels, with the evidence of her arousal trickling down the inside of her thigh, she felt wanton and free. The rational side of her brain thought it odd, this intense reaction. She was restrained and completely at this man's mercy. How could she feel free? Yet her deeply buried submissive side— the one she had denied for years—rejoiced at this lack of control, this giving of herself to another person. Anticipation coursed through her veins at what was to come. Whatever was about to happen on the other side of those doors, she would embrace it with all her being.

"You think too much, my pet." The deep voice wrapped itself around her senses and a renewed shudder went through her. "Walk through to the living room in front of me and stand in front of the bed."

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