MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

Aaliyah Smith, is an immaculate police officer, who is willing to get "down and dirty" in order to get the job done. When prostitutes mysteriously start to disappear off the streets of California, the L.A.P.D. calls out their best field agent. Now, Aaliyah's next mission is to prowl the Los Angeles corners, and go undercover as a local prostitute, herself. Meanwhile, on the job, she attracts the unnecessary attention of the handsome yet sadistic Drug Lord, Adonis; who becomes the number one suspect in the case. She knows, if Adonis finds out she's an undercover cop, both, her job and life are done for. But will she be able to keep up the false act of infatuation she has for the man? Or will she be killed before the case is even solved? As Mama always said: Never trust a pretty face.

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS CAPTIVE OF HIS BED. IT WILL BE REWRITTEN UNDER A DIFFERENT PEN NAME WITH A NEW PEN NAME A A DIFFERENT PLOT. When Emilie catches her boyfriend of three years cheating on her, it sets in motion the cataclysm for her to explore her darkest, deepest fantasies. In a realm where lust knows no bounds, Asher Corvington, the Devil of Manhattan and Connor Hill, the Playboy Baron emerge as the enigmatic figures of her sexual awakening. Soon, Emilie finds herself working with Asher to reform his public image after a toxic leak at one of his manufacturing plants leads to a massive environmental disaster. But amidst the glitter and wealth of the upper echelons of Manhattan, where every whispered secret is a currency of power, Emilie is aware that should her plunge into a world of decadent pleasure become public knowledge it could unravel the carefully cultivated "good girl" façade she's worn for years. The two men she shares filthy nights with could be her ruin. A PR princess... A Devil... And a filthy Baron what could go wrong?

I could see her pink lace underwear that was covering her princess parts that I would have done anything to see at this moment. I kept my gaze on her underwear, just imagining what was underneath there and what I could do to her small frame right now. I could feel my pants tighten around my lengthy cock, that was begging for me to take out and thrust into her ------ She began trailing her hand off of my shoulder, down my chest and to the waist band of my jeans, causing my breath the hitch and her smirk to grow. Her fingers trailed along the waistband of my jeans and down to the zipper of them, she moved the zipper down until it was halfway and stood on her toes, to bring her lips up to my ear. ------ Not spell checked or any of that stuff, not edited at all. Mature, steamy content to come so don't say I didn't warn you.