At His Mercy: His #3 (A Billionaire Domination Serial)

By Erika Masten

From Bestselling Erotic Romance and Erotica Author Erika Masten
The Third Title In An 8-Part Erotic Romance Serial

At His Mercy: His #3 (A Billionaire Domination Serial)

Stealing beautiful, accomplished lawyer Chloe Bloom right out from under the nose of his worst rival isn’t turning out to be as easy as playboy Adrian Knight had hoped, even with the advantage of having her all to himself at his resort on his own tropical island. She may be spreading her legs for him, but the rest of her remains closed.

Chloe’s plan to soothe the wounds of her lover’s infidelity by learning the art of separating lust from love, while enjoying the physical delights of her purely sexual submission to Adrian, hits a snag when the arrival of one of his former submissives has her feeling something distressingly like jealousy. Once riled, Chloe can’t help letting her defiance get the better of her.

With his hands already full trying to tame his Miss Bloom, even Adrian is ill-prepared to meet the challenge as an insistent broker intent on buying Ilha de Flor and an investigator from the Brazilian environmental police arrive to complicate his life. Both men are after much more than Adrian is willing to give, and one won’t take no for an answer, even from Chloe.

Punishment and pleasure lay ahead for Chloe Bloom as she angers, entices, and finally throws herself upon the mercy of Adrian Knight.

Length: 14,500 words

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from erotica shorts Valentine’s Dom and Satyrs: Supernatural Ménage A Quatre 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.

His (A Billionaire Domination Serial)
At His Whim: His #1
In His Service: His #2
At His Mercy: His #3
Under His Sway: His #4
In His Grip: His #5
In His Wake: His #6
For His Sake: His #7
In His World: His #8

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: Jan 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301854349

Erika Masten

I'm the girl next door with an unexpected wicked streak (and an addiction to sexy high heels). I love turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story...

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AT HIS MERCY: HIS #3

(A BILLIONAIRE DOMINATION SERIAL)

by

Erika Masten

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.

Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

At His Mercy: His #3

Excerpt From

Valentine’s Dom

Excerpt From

Satyrs: Supernatural Ménage A Quatre

AT HIS MERCY: HIS #3

At least I hadn’t cried. Or disintegrated into an incoherent rant on men in general, their faithlessness, their whims. As much as I’d wanted to march back to the resort and slap Adrian Knight in front of his well-heeled guests… As much as I’d wanted to leave my belongings behind and sprint for the ferry back to the mainland, I hadn’t. With my heartbeat throbbing in my throat and my face steaming hot with humiliation and regret, I had squared my shoulders, excused myself to the naked woman beside Adrian’s bed, and walked calmly out of the room.

I was standing on the stone patio just outside the living room and staring at the still water of the small but brilliantly blue-tiled swimming pool when I heard the front door of the villa slam and Adrian Knight’s voice bark pointedly, Miss Bloom, you are testing my patience. I told you I expected you back at dinner. That deep, faintly British accent receded as his steps pounded down the hallway, away from me. I didn’t move to follow him, pensively watching the sunset as it continued to reflect tropical colors off the broad, dark leaves of the rainforest.

Despite myself, I held my breath, willed my pulse to stop thrumming in my ears, and listened. I couldn’t hear them, Adrian and the little blonde I’d found about an hour before kneeling naked at the foot of the wealthy playboy’s bed. She was his submissive, she’d said, though it had been my impression that I held that position. Were submissives allowed to be…territorial? I avoided other terms that came too readily to mind.

Knight had never actually indicated our agreement was exclusive, certainly not from his end, anyway. The problem was that the blonde had also said she was his girlfriend. Implying a commitment. One I was acutely sensitive about right now, still stinging as I was with the public humiliation of waking up one morning last month to find candid cell photos of my high society boyfriend—a gaggle of naked college girls undressing him—highlighted in a half-dozen popular gossip blogs.

The South American cruise that brought me to the Brazilian resort island of Ilha de Flor was supposed to be my incognito and incommunicado escape from concerned friends, from Penn Ellison and his relentless insistence that we reconcile. The day I spent with Adrian Knight, taken against the wall of the sauna in his resort, kneeling naked before him on his beach on his island, was supposed to be my wild moment of abandon to help me feel desired again. The agreement I made with Knight, to remain here for exactly three months serving him as his sexual submissive, was supposed to be my master class in the particularly male art of owning one’s sexuality, wielding it, reveling in it, without muddying it up with the emotional attachments so common to women. Nowhere in all that was there supposed to be an actual girlfriend. No way was I going to come four thousand miles just to help a man like Penn cheat on a woman like me.

Though, to be honest, the statuesque blond with the lithe body and the platinum and diamond nipple and clitoris rings didn’t seem much