Property Damage: The Leash and the Landlord Part 2 (Billionaire BDSM Erotic Romance)

By Violette Springs

Becoming accustomed to her role as Mr. Cain’s slave, Catherine can’t believe she is the object of the dashing billionaire’s attentions. Nonetheless, she harbors concerns over the brooding real estate mogul’s dark past. Not wanting to repeat past mistakes, the taciturn Mr. Cain slowly distances himself from his slave and her probing questions. Frustrated at the secrets he keeps from her, Catherine earns her Master’s fury by openly challenging him. When her subsequent punishment goes too far, both of them question whether or not to continue their intimate yet dangerous liaison.

In a last ditch effort to salvage their relationship, the two spend a night out remind each other of the love they share. Slowly, Catherine gets past Matthew’s self-imposed barriers and into the source of his mental anguish. However, their romantic evening together takes a dark turn as Catherine learns the depth of her lover’s emotional scars. Driven by guilt from the death of his brother, Matthew teeters on the edge of self-destruction.

Damaged by the loss of loved ones, can the two lovers heal each other’s wounds? Or are some kinds of damage beyond repair?

EXPICIT: This 18,000 word story contains graphic BDSM imagery such as bondage, furniture play, leashes, whipping, spanking, humiliation, and wax play. This total power exchange may be too intense and vivid for some to handle!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Violette Springs
• Release date: Aug 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301021659

Violette Springs

Violette Springs is a semi-professional pool player who midnights as a writer of erotic and romantic fiction. She lives in the New England and enjoys long walks. When she isn't writing, she's sharpening her pool cue. She loves to hear from her fans. Contact her at: [e-mail]

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Property Damage: The Leash and the Landlord

By Violette Springs

Smashwords Edition

Text Copyrighted 2013 Violette Springs

All Rights Reserved

The characters featured in this story are fictional with no relation with any persons alive or dead. All sexual encounters depicted in this story are fictional. Please use proper protection and good judgment in your sexual encounters.

Property Damage: The Leash and the Landlord

By Violette Springs

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter One

I gave the tablespoon a sip. The bittersweet taste of the ratatouille’s sauce fell far below my usual standard. For that matter, they wouldn’t’ reach my Master’s standard. Gone were the days I would put a TV diner in the microwave and call it a day. Now, I needed to be a genuinely good cook.

No, it’s still not ready. He’ll be home any minute. Another taste test confirmed it. My Master would be home any moment and the food wasn’t ready. Good food isn’t something you can rush. I needed more time. Take this from someone who worked in all kinds of restaurants from minimum wage fast food joints to posh bistros with a clientele that doesn’t tip well.

This is especially true when you’ll be punished for even the slightest imperfection. No, I didn’t work as an understudy for a cruel Master Chef in a five star restaurant. I wasn’t even a hapless student at a culinary school. Instead, I worked as a slave for billionaire. Chef Gordon Ramsey had nothing on him.

Yes, that’s right. I willingly became a man’s slave in order to keep my home. One day, a real estate tycoon named Matthew Cain made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I would do whatever he asked of me. I would cook and clean for him. I would act as his assistant. I would act as his romantic partner on our outings. I would perform whatever sex act he required of me. Disobedience or failure would be met with punishment.

Sounds scary, right? Well, I kind of enjoyed the kinkiness of the whole arrangement. It didn’t exactly hurt that he was ridiculously hot. When you thought about it, I was getting paid to be a ten of ten guy’s girlfriend.

I honestly didn’t know what to make of our relationship. One day, I would be act as his obedient slave and Matthew would play the role of my strict Master. He would punish me for failing his assigned tasks. On occasion, I would act out in order to be punished. It was just in my nature to do so. He enjoyed his slave acting like a brat when he was in the right mood.

Matthew had the usual repertoire of crops, rods, collars, gags, and bindings. He knew how to work me. He would dial up the pain and humiliation just before I reached the edge. It was all a sexy fantasy for both of us. Nonetheless, he would stop the moment I said my safe word. Although we had skirted close to it, we had never gotten to my breaking point. Matthew had recently assembled bondage racks in the basement. There was pommel horse in there for good measure. I had only caught a glimpse of them since Matthew wanted to keep them as a surprise. Being quite the craftsman, he had built them himself. We hadn’t gotten around to using them yet. I was both terrified and excited at the prospect of being bound to one of them.

Other times we were girlfriend and boyfriend. We would go see a movie together and have a nice, private dinner at a fancy restaurant. Both Matthew and I didn’t care too much for the media and managed to limit our exposure. He was a recluse and wanted to remain that way. Nevertheless, Matthew needed a façade to show that he wasn’t a secret sadist when the cameras were off. Soon, I entered a whole new world inhabited by the richest and most powerful people in the world.

Then, there were times I felt we were a married couple from the 1950s. It was like I was June Beaver from Leave it to Beaver. I was his obedient, dutiful wife and he was the male breadwinning provider. He would come home to a kiss and a warm dinner. It was bizarre yet oddly comforting in a way. I didn’t know if I could do this all day but it felt kind of nice to have some structure in my life. I loved having him come home, twirling me around, and giving me a soft kiss. This was the role I played now. After all, this was a fantasy for both of us.

Damn it, the Okonomiyaki not ready. I the Okonomiyaki, or Japanese pancake with assorted meat and vegetables, needed more time to simmer. I had expanded my cooking knowledge to Japanese, French, and Italian. Best of all, I didn’t have to enroll in cooking academy in order to learn new recipes. It’s funny what you can accomplish with a free afternoon, the internet, and few online cooking books. Matthew expected to eat the very best and I had to oblige.

That isn’t to say I was doing all of this on pain of… pain. A lot of it had to do with getting control over my life. I wanted to experience and learn new things. So much of life had been about trying to make ends meet. It was a struggle to survive for another day. Ever since