Learning to Trust - Part 2: Full Submission (BDSM Alpha Male Erotic Romance): Interviewing the Billionaire, #2

By B.B. Roman

Marisa's haunted by her first real encounter with billionaire Roland Starland, an encounter so passionate that it threatened to turn her world upside down. The only problem is, he's just getting started. For Marisa, the assignment continues to grow more and more taxing; every time she digs into Roland's controversial past, he takes her further into her own mind, uncovering secret desires and revealing his sexy plans for her.

Marisa is not sure how to proceed. If she fully submits, she's lost control, a mistake that could compromise her career. But with a powerful billionaire like Roland, can she ever truly be in control? Some risks are just worth taking.

This is the second book in the series "Interviewing the Billionaire" by one of the hottest new voices in erotica, B.B. Roman! This story is 10000 words long and contains adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bizotica
• Release date: Feb 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497795020

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Part 2: Full Submission

My head throbbed when I woke the next morning, my temples feeling like they were two sizes too small for my head and wound as tightly around my brain as possible. I groaned and rolled over in bed, checking the clock on my cell phone—it was 11:45a.m.

Shit, I said out loud. I never slept that late—but I hadn't set an alarm either. Why did I have such a headache? I guess the excess sleep had literally gone to my head. I needed to check in with my boss, but I wasn't quite ready to do that yet. I needed to eat and have some coffee before I could function around other humans, even through the phone. I took some ibuprofen and planted my head back on the pillow. I wanted a couple more minutes in bed.

I had come home the previous night, entirely flustered, heart still burning with desire. Roland had toyed with me in a way that I had no experience with, made love to me in a way that was as foreign as Latin to my untrained ears.

I simply couldn't understand it, instead resorting to just feeling, allowing it to flush my skin and my mind with its truth, whatever that truth was. The whole ride home I had fought with myself, my urges telling me to turn around, my common sense telling me to just go home.

God, I wanted so much more—but he had given me specific instructions and I had no right to violate them, as much as I wanted to. It seemed that want was a indeed a big part of his game, a big part of his overall strategy—but what did I know? Why did I try to understand what was going on in his brain? He was a mastermind, I was not. Could I really ever grasp what went on in there? Was it even worth it to try?

I finally crawled out of bed and got some coffee from the lobby. I sat in my room, sipping it with desperate need, allowing the caffeine to trickle into my brain. Ah, the drug acted as a painkiller as well. Relief! I was only a few sips in and already feeling better.

My pain evaporated as my awareness returned to normal. I wasn't feeling that great about waiting for Roland's next move, but I could at least function again. Coffee flowing through me, I figured that I should probably call my boss and get it out of the way. He picked up on the first ring.

Marisa, how's it going out there? He seemed especially cheery, probably because it was Saturday. He didn't even say hi, just dove straight into conversation.

Hey Pat, it's going well. Sorry this is the first time I've made contact.

Don't worry about it. We've been swamped here. The Mayor was busted in a money laundering scandal and everyone is going nuts about it. Even if you had called me and told me that StarChem was staffed by Martians, it would only be on page five. He laughed at his own joke.