"Look at me, Becca." His growl made me open my eyes and roll my head towards his. "Do not cum until I tell you to." Somehow, I was able to whisper, "Yes, Sir." He kept fucking me relentlessly; I swore the jacuzzi water was going to grow cold. But just when I thought it would never end-that I would lose the edge-I heard him say those four blessed words. "Cum for me, now." And I did. I screamed. I thrashed. He continued to thrust into me from beneath me until I felt his rumble of a cry as he found release as well. We slipped off the seat and sunk deeper into the water. His arms surrounded me, holding me against him as the warmth of the water enveloped my chilled body.

Although Lillian was, in theory, the perfect submissive, she simply was not perfectly compatible with Nathaniel Lenova. And he craved perfection. He craved obedience. And he absolutely craved the feeling of dominating. He never expected to find everything in one girl: Adalia Davenport. When this middle-class girl gets a job as his housekeeper, she doesn't know what to expect; after all, she had never really been part of the rich class. She never expected Mr. Lenova to be a Dom. She never expected to accidentally walk into his playroom. And she most definitely did not expect him to offer to dominate her. *NC-17. BDSM. Don't act surprised that it is.*

Alexei Faure, mannequin parisien, se voit obligé de suivre Aiden, son meilleur ami, dans un club très select pour une soirée d'initiation. Mais tout va déraper à partir du moment où il rencontre Christian, gérant de la boîte de nuit.