The Billionaire’s Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story: Sensual Dominance

By Lane Masters

Breathtaking desire. Irresistible risk. Consuming passion.

Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open car door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous—the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man.

For this man can awaken unfamiliar feelings inside of her--cravings she never knew she had, passion she has never experienced. Fleeing the storm, she is caught in the Billionaire’s Playroom. And she has no desire to escape.

Excerpt:
“Well, I see you found my play room.” The deep voice from behind her made Allison jump sky-high. She turned with a mortified flush rushing to her face.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom and… Well, I thought you were in here.” Allison realized her voice was trembling, and she clenched her fists, trying to get herself under control. Her embarrassment at being caught snooping was almost instantly turned to worry. Would he be able to tell how turned on she was? Would he notice the rapid pounding of the pulse in her throat or the flush of her skin?
Craig’s eyes narrowed. “The restroom is right through there.” His voice was clipped, and Allison knew he had to be aggravated at the obvious invasion of his personal space. Shamefaced, she hung her head.
“I’m… I’m really, really sorry. I know you must think I’m so nosy.” Allison fumbled for what to say. She gestured around her. “This room is really something else. I mean, it’s really cool. I mean…” Allison figured she better shut up before she said something that would really humiliate herself.
Craig raised his eyebrows at her response, slowly looking her over. Allison blushed deeper under his view, aware that goose bumps had broken out over her skin, and she couldn’t quite stop the quivering. Then his eyes narrowed and he took a step toward her. Allison found she was holding her breath.
She looked up into his eyes and felt as if he instantly took her captive. His eyes held hers as he took another step closer. An exhilarating thrill rushed through her, as if she were being approached by wild jaguar. And then, he was close enough to touch her.
Unhurriedly, leisurely he lifted his hand and traced a slow line down the bare skin of her arm. An uncontrollable shudder rushed through her. Nervously, the pink tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her now dry lips. Everything felt surreal, and even though she was filled with curiosity and exhilaration, she couldn’t believe she was letting this happen. This was a step on the wild side, even for her.
“Well, Miss Allison, I do believe you’re actually turned on by what you see in this room.” Slowly, Craig walked around her, and she stood nervously as both of his hands came up to gently stroke her arms from behind. His voice was a low whisper in her ear, and the cool sensation of his breath drove her wild. “Have you ever wanted to ‘play’ like this before?” His hands caressed her skin, and she felt as if her knees would not be able to support her weight. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. No.
Craig’s deep chuckle sent a rush through her veins. And she knew. She knew he was going to make he come.

Join Seductive Stories author, Lane Masters, in this erotic journey of Sensual Bondage. Heat up your Kindle with this novellette tonight!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seductive Stories
• Release date: Sep 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781386069478

Lane Masters

Lane Masters is a freelance author living the life in sunny Florida. Always a lover of romance and a good story, Lane has found her true calling in writing erotica. She writes hot, steamy erotica across a variety of genres, with a special emphasis on the unusual or forbidden pleasures, the kinds of fantasies that people enjoy but seldom voice to one another. Read more about her on her on SeductiveStories.net.

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The Billionaire’s Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story

From the Sensual Bondage series by

Lane Masters

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Copyright 2013 by Lane Masters

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All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Breathtaking desire. Irresistible risk. Consuming passion.

Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous—the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man.

For this man can awaken unfamiliar feelings inside of her—cravings she never knew she had, passion she has never experienced. Fleeing the storm, she is caught in the Billionaire’s Playroom. And she has no desire to escape.

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Damn it! Allison cursed as she slammed her hand against her thigh. She glared as she gazed down into the open hood of the rental car. Climbing out of the dead car and opening its hood had been completely futile—the jumbled innards of the vehicle were a complete mystery to her. All she knew was that the damn rental car had died in the middle of God knows where, and now Allison, a sports blogger for a local website, would not get to Atlanta tonight. Thank God the interview she had scheduled for tomorrow was in the late afternoon. Hopefully, she would make it there by then.

Allison gazed around her. She hadn’t seen a house for miles, and the edges of the road were lined with the thick trees and scrub typical of North Florida. But worst of all, were the clouds threatening ahead of her. She had known a storm was coming, had expected to drive through it all night long. She had not expected to have to wait out the thunderstorm sitting in a dead car. There was no way she was going to walk for help through a summer, Florida lightning storm.

She managed to slam the car door just as the first gumdrop sized splatters of rain began to fall. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, and she could see the lightning coming.

Florida. Lightning capital of the United States. One of the first things that she had learned upon moving to the state was to get indoors when the notorious summer storms flashed across the skies.