Punished For His Pleasure

By Malory Chambers

What happens when a gorgeous billionaire groom falls for his timid wedding planner?

What happens when a dungeon, whips, clamps, blindfolds, & strangers are involved?

Read more to find out...

Recipe for Pleasure Punishment:

Take one gorgeous billionaire groom and one unhappy cheating bridezilla.

Mix one explosive encounter with a timid wedding planner caught in the middle.

Preheat steamy pleasures to scorching ecstasy.

Bring to dungeon and strip.

Tie with ropes, attach clamps, and whip to submission.

Blindfold.

Leave to simmer before inviting guests to share.

Sprinkle euphoria.

Serve happily-ever-after with a side of bondage.

A Taste:

I squirmed and pulled against the manacles holding my arms above my head. Moving was impossible. My toes were barely touching the cold porcelain floor and everything I did only made the knotted ropes dig deeper into the throbbing folds between my legs. Wetness seeped out of me.

"Sir?" I tried to voice out, but the open mouth gag made it sound more like  a whimpered "Ahh?". My voice echoed in the room nevertheless and as the silence dragged on, I worried that he had left me before finishing what he started. The tight coil inside me yearned for the release that only he was capable of giving me. The blindfold stole my sight, heightening my other senses and increasing my agitation and anxiety. I didn't know what to expect.

"Just a moment," his deep voice vibrated through the room, curling and wrapping itself around me like tendrils. Little shivers of pleasure coursed through my spine. I knew I could trust him with everything, even my bound, aroused body in the dungeon. "I'm just going to go get a few friends to join us..."

And suddenly I was squirming and writhing again.

This standalone short contains steamy bondage, rough encounters, exhibitionism & voyeurism, & spankings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Malory Chambers
• Release date: Mar 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310085536

Malory Chambers

If you like what you read, subscribe to Malory Chamber's Erotica Stories Mailing list here: http://eepurl.com/boQBP1 Malory Chambers loves romance novels, especially the ones that conceal sizzling hot erotic scenes. Following that love for lit erotica, she decided to cut to the chase and write just the sensual bits that can bring her readers to new heights of desire, into a world of sweet, sensual satisfaction. She also finds it disconcerting to be writing about herself in third person but would just like to emphasize on how grateful she is for her readers' support and hopes to continue writing what her readers crave and desire.

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It was a dilemma that completely beyond my job scope.

Regardless of what a bridezilla Natalie was, I wasn't sure if she deserved to have her happily-ever-after shattered, especially since she was carrying his baby. I bit my tongue and stopped myself from blurting out the truth in front of him as he continued to set up.

It was hard to open up even if I wanted to. There was an open mouth gag forcing my lips wide open. Saliva dripped from the edge of my mouth, sliding down my chin obscenely despite my best efforts to stop myself from drooling. The only words I could manage were 'Oohh' and 'Ahhh', which were exactly the only two things Lucas needed me to say.

I ignored the burning tightness in my loins and tried to focus on the reason I was in his home. I was here to tell him the truth. I was here to make sure he wasn't going to make the worst mistake in his life.

The baby wasn't his. The groom seemed to be the only oblivious person in the entire world. Well, he was going to find out when the baby came out anyways. The baby was going to be a mixed race baby. It was a twist straight out of a lifetime movie.

I knew I shouldn't meddle. I was only their wedding planner.

On the other hand, the fact that she had cheated on him enough times to impregnate herself with another man's baby infuriated me enough to break my one rule to stay out of a lover's relationship issues. Lucas did not deserve to be cheated on. Nobody did.

If I had known how insane the whole thing was going to be, I would never have agreed to be their wedding planner.

Are you ready, Olivia?

His voice broke me from my unpleasant reverie. I squirmed uncomfortably, standing on tip toe as my arms were pulled high over my head. My wrists were bound tightly together and hung on the dangling ring on the ceiling.

The cold of the dungeon floor chilled my toes. I nodded despite my reservations and the first lick from the whip hugged around my small waist, the loud crackle echoing in the dimly-lit room.

Ohh! I moaned as I felt the first lash of raw, unfiltered pain catch up with me. I knew it would only take a few more whips before he started using his hands... and then, something even harder and hotter.

Oh, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

Prologue

This isn't real, I said adamantly. I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. Nothing about this is real. I'm just a fleeting phase in your life, like everything else.

He made a half growl that sent shivers down my spine. Before I knew what was happening, his lips crashed against mine, his stubble brushing against my chin, prickling my skin in the way that kept me grounded. My eyes widened in surprise, but only for a split second before I mellowed completely. His lips were soft. Warm. He tasted like honey and caramel.

All the tabloids were right. Lucas Carlos was an incredible kisser.

His hands were on my back, pressing me to him, trapping me to him. I could feel the warmth radiating from his muscular body. His electric lust radiated from his body, twisting my insides with the intensity of his desire.

It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.

When we finally surfaced for air, our breaths were still so close that there was a mist between us.

Even the cold breeze couldn't take away the heat of the moment. The world fell away and there was only the two of us at the bus stop, forehead pressed together. It didn't matter that my bus had just driven past with an angry roar of its massive engine.

Tell me that wasn't real, he said thickly,