Enthralled

By Simone Leigh

She Enslaved Herself to a Stranger
She believed she had nothing to live for. On the point of suicide, Matha was pulled back from the brink by a stranger.
He took her on a wild sexual ride, like nothing else she has experienced. Now he will convince her that she has much to live for, but his price: she becomes his slave and will do whatever he commands.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simone Leigh
• Release date: Oct 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370009251

Simone Leigh

Simone Leigh is a writer of intelligent, romantic erotic fiction.Her recent erotic thriller, ‘Target’, won the Reader Voted #BestBook Award in the‘Inks and Scratches’ Summer Splash Book Awards.Although English, Simone has lived in Spain for the last few years.Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing hot romance and thrillers, and swimming naked in her swimming pool.

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‘Submissive to Her Master’

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‘Enthralled’

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Enthralled

The following morning, I wake late. The bed beside me is unoccupied and cold. Very hungover, utterly ashamed of myself, what was I thinking? All that drink, not even wine, but whiskey, and behaving like a complete trollop with a stranger.

Slouching through to the bathroom, I take a couple of paracetamol, reflecting on the previous evening’s events.

Still, the ‘upside’ is that I am still alive. Is that an upside? I wonder about that. Have I proved to myself that I don’t actually want to jump off that bridge?

Miserably, I take a shower. Nothing has changed except that I now know I have the morals of an alley cat.

As I towel myself off, it dawns on me that there is a clattering coming from downstairs, and the smell of cooking drifting past; a very appetizing smell of cooking. Then my stomach rebels and I feel suddenly queasy.

A bathrobe wrapped around me like armour, but now more hopeful, I go down to the kitchen to find Brin with pancakes, bacon and eggs cooking away. It looks good but my stomach says otherwise, churning at the sight of all the food.

Hope you don’t mind me making myself at home, he grins. I thought a decent breakfast would be a good start to the day. He looks at me, staring me in the face. "Hangover? Hardly surprising really. You’re not used to that