A Binding Contract: Tied Up and Used by My Best Friend's Dad, the Landlord: Taken by My Best Friend's Dad, #4

By Zoe Freud

"There are parts of you you wouldn't even suspect are there. Dark parts. Forbidden parts. Savage parts. Parts that most people wouldn't even dare to admit to themselves. I will awaken in you urges and passions that you never would have suspected inside of yourself. And together we will explore a dark, bizarre world."

Lisa, 18 years old and a student at a Los Angeles drama school, desperately needs an apartment. The problem is, life in the city of angels is expensive. Luckily, her best friend Nikoletta's father is a real estate investor and can help her. At least in theory...

But Christos, 39 years old, of Greek descent and a former, well-trained boxing pro, recognizes a side in Lisa that she herself isn't aware of yet, due to her sexual inexperience. Lisa will get her apartment - but not without giving something in return. And so, Christos leads Lisa into his dark, bizarre, and lustful world. A world Lisa knew nothing about until now, and from which she'll soon never want to return again.

In this 10,000 word erotic BDSM story, a dominant and handsome real estate billionaire introduces a younger woman into the world of dominance and submission. Whips, riding crops and shackles are used, and Christos doesn't even stop at Lisa's rear entrance. An erotic delight for all BDSM lovers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoe Freud
• Release date: Jun 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9783754665022

Book preview

A BINDING CONTRACT: TIED UP AND USED BY MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD, THE LANDLORD

DAD, MEET LISA. Lisa, meet my dad Christos.

I hesitantly reached over Christos's enormous desk to shake his hand.

Nice to meet you, he said without even a hint of a smile. Then he took my hand and pressed it so hard I gritted my teeth in pain. He looked at me with his dark eyes, intently and inquiringly, as if searching for something—but for what exactly, I didn’t know. Not yet. Intimidated, I looked away.

Christos's office was just as intimidating as he himself was: it was huge, and the floor was laid out with mahogany parquet. At one end of the room, opposite of the large double wing door through which you entered his office like it was a throne room, was a massive desk made of cherry wood, where the three of us were sitting now: Christos on one side and his daughter Nikoletta and myself opposite of him on the other side. Behind Christos, the view opened up over the impressive night-time panorama of Los Angeles—a city that even now, late in the evening, was not planning to go to sleep anytime soon.

Paintings hung on the walls all around us. They were mainly works of impressionists. Nikoletta had told me that almost all the pieces were originals, because Christos was not only a highly successful real estate investor but also a well-known art collector. In addition, there were some ancient Greek sculptures that Christos was probably interested in because of his Greek ancestry. On the wall behind his desk, to the left and right of a large window, hung shelves filled with sports trophies. Also, there were medals and photos of Christos in victory pose, dressed only in boxer shorts and boxing gloves, triumphantly holding up the belt of the national boxing champion.

While I did my best to avoid Christos's piercing glances, my eyes were almost magically drawn to these photos. His body looked like that of an ancient Greek sculpture—as if carved out of marble and absolutely flawless: A perfectly symmetrical, masculine face and piercing eyes, which looked intimidating even in the pictures, and long black hair, which he had tied back in a ponytail for the boxing match. His full beard and his Mediterranean olive skin fitted the picture perfectly. And his torso was all muscles. When I imagined what it must feel like for an opponent to be hit by a blow of those muscle-packed arms, I felt dizzy.

I’ve already told you about Lisa, haven’t I, Dad?, Nikoletta went on. "She is 18 years old and is a fellow student of mine at drama school. As you know, the new semester has already started, so Lisa urgently needs an apartment. And I don’t have to explain to you how hard it is to find something affordable here in Los Angeles."

While Nikoletta spoke, Christos did not take his gaze off me even for a second. With that penetrating gaze of his, he looked me squarely in the eyes, and I felt as if he was looking right into my soul, almost as if his gaze was a probe that penetrated my eyes and brain, going straight into my innermost core.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed to slits, as if he had just found the thing he’d been looking for, down there, in the dark depths of my soul, hidden in shadowy corners. A thing of which I hadn’t even known before that it was there. Intimidated, I dropped my