Whipped: Stormy Weather Book Three

By Fiona Masters

My name is Cera and I work at a mansion in Florida, where we provide all sorts of adult entertainment at parties. But reality encroaches on our fantasy playground sometimes, and this time, it involved a category 5 hurricane. So me and my coworkers retreated to Bella's fortified mansion for safety.

What happens when sex workers and BDSM enthusiasts are locked in together?

Between my boyfriend and our lover, I've never said the L word to anyone, and I didn't know how to. But the storm inside me raged to let it out. Could I keep holding it back? Or was I Whipped?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005777883

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Whipped

The Stormy Weather Series, Book Three

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

I slept till 11 that night. I pulled on my robe and went into the living room. The pleasant herbal scent of weed hung in the air, and Joe was red-eyed on the couch when he asked me, The fuck, dude?

Huh? I answered elegantly.

Tyson is in another room. He wanted to leave, but Bella talked him out of it. She put him in one of the upstairs suites, 25, I think.

I closed my eyes and exhaled hard.

Hit it? he handed me the pipe, and I was grateful. After a few deep inhalations, I remembered the note. It read, My Dearest Cera, I know you’re angry with me, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. This was my afternoon: You left, and I couldn’t sleep. I kept fantasizing about your lips, your hair, your way. I didn’t know when your class would end, and I didn’t want to interrupt. I wandered the halls and found Sierra. She was in the same state of need as me, and we had sex. It wasn’t about her; it was filling a need. I don’t know if that makes any of this better or worse, but I will always be honest with you. You told me to get out, so, I’m out. I know how to drive in a storm, don’t worry about me.

I went back into the living room and hugged Joe. What’s going on, Sweetheart?

Everything is fucked up. I told him, and he patted my knee.

Get dressed and go fix it.

Yeah. And thanks for being here and telling me he was still here. I would have lost my mind if I read the note first.

Anytime.

Where’s Maya?

Asleep, he grinned.

Nice work, sir. Takes a lot to put her down.

Yes, it does, Joe said proudly.

I dressed in pajamas that made me look nude, and that’s exactly what I was going for. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and headed out the door. The Midnight Meal was in full swing, and I to take the stairway near the front of the mansion to get upstairs. The ballroom was pumping out 90s hits, and it was more crowded than the night before. I took the stairs two at a time and headed to Suite 25. I knocked, and Tyson answered the door. So, you heard I’m on house arrest?

I heard Bella talked you out of driving in a hurricane like an idiot.

He grumped, She said I could stay in this room, or she’d bind me in the blue room until the hurricane was over, it was up to me.

I snorted, I’ll have to thank her later. Can I come in?

I don’t think so, Tyson glared.

Really?

I need to think, and I can’t do that with you around.

Fine. I turned and stomped down the hallway.

Wait! Tyson chased me, and I ran. We rounded the right turn at the front end. I had a head start, but he caught up quickly. Stop! he grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and I shook him off.

Cera, what’s wrong? Logan was behind me. I didn’t realize we were by his door.

Let me in, I told him. He held the door open for me, then stood in front of Tyson’s