Training Aimee: Taken: Training Aimee, #4

By Vincent Mandevill

That sexy older man seduced her. He disciplined her behind and tormented her with his tongue and a firm hand. Now it's time for Master Vincent to ravage Aimee and claim her virginity.

Aimee has been waiting the entire summer for her Master to turn her into a real woman. Now that Vincent has tested her, he'll treat her to a magical weekend in paradise before he gives in to his sweet submissive.
Vincent didn't t plan to do more than have fun with the sexy young woman. He never thought that in the process of her sensual corruption, he'd fall in love with Aimee.
What will happen to them at the end of their hot, sexy summer? Is this only sex, or she's his chance of true love?
Find out in that steaming hot billionaire age-gap romance.
WARNING! The story is for 18+ readers. It is a 17 000 words self-indulgent pure erotic goodness with a heavy dose of romance.
Training Aimee features a rough but sensual older Dominant man, his sweet and innocent submissive in training, and a Mistress who loves submission to powerful men. Enjoy that decadent journey in a world of dominance, submission, luxury, romance, and group play.
The books in the series can be read as stanadalones but if you want to get a better sense of the characters, start with Book 1: Seduced.
All characters are over 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vincent Mandevill
• Release date: Feb 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201496012

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TRAINING AIMEE

TAKEN

Vincent Mandevill

Copyright © 2021 Vincent Mandevill

Training Aimee

Taken

Copyright © 2021 Vincent Mandevill

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

All rights reserved!

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

WARNING

This book is meant for a mature audience. It contains debauchery, sensual corruption, explicit sexual scenes, and follows the gradual seduction and corruption of an innocent, cute nymphet who discovers her own inner slut. Male domination, female submission, oral sex, anal play, orgasm denial, leashes and collars, double penetration with sex toys and BDSM dynamics. If such material offends your sensitive soul you’d better go somewhere else.

We both know you want to stay, right? Indulge yourself in that tale of sexual surrender, naughty sex kittens, and dominant Alpha Masters.

No rape or illegal content. The sexual scenes are 1000% consensual.

All characters are over 18 years old.

TRAINING AIMEE:

TAKEN

I

Vincent, may I ask you something? Aimee’s voice suddenly turned dead serious.

I stole a glance at the gorgeous girl in the car seat next to me. The entire morning since we left my house, she's been happy, excited, and glowing. Today was the start of our weekend together, and I'd finally do what she's been craving the entire summer. Tonight was the night she'd lose her virginity. I'd finally get to fuck her and collar her as my submissive. She had lied to her father, my best friend, and neighbor, that she was going on a college tour with her girlfriends. It made me laugh how oblivious the poor fuck was. His little girl had been sneaking out to my den of corruption every day for the last two months. Yet he didn't have a clue she was with me, and I was gradually stealing her innocence, introducing her to all kinds of filthy pleasures, and soon I'd be her first man.

This morning Aimee arrived at my place in one of her sundresses, a yellow one on white butterflies with strappy sandals. She wanted to put on some of the fancy designer clothes I bought for her last week, but I asked her to wear one of her cute dresses for our road trip until we got to the exclusive resort by the ocean side. I owned shares in it, so one of the Presidential Suites was always reserved exclusively for me. Well, for all my friends from the Masters' Club too, whenever they wanted a luxurious escape with their pets and subs.

So, back to Aimee. She’d look stunning in the car next to me no matter what she was wearing. But I wanted to keep that play of seducing the girl next door and corrupting the innocent virgin for as long as possible.

She was so excited this morning and wouldn't stop pouncing on me and kissing me furiously. I didn't complain, but we had a long journey ahead of us. Aimee was so eager for me to deflower her, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist as we were making out.

Daddy... She had whispered against my lips. I'm so wet for you, Daddy, can't you just take me here? Your house is beautiful enough, and your dungeon is amazing. We don't need to go to some fancy resort. Please...

Little minx.

I slapped her ass and made her release me from the grip of her amazing legs. Aimee pouted and licked her lips seductively.

Don't you pout on me, little girl, I pinched her nipple through the sundress, and she moaned out. I told you, I have something special prepared for you, and I want us to savor that night. You were born to be worshiped and fucked only in an exquisite way.

But I want you now... Aimee whimpered.

My poor little slut. I laughed and gave her a gentle slap on the cheek. Don't worry, baby girl. When we leave the hotel on Sunday evening, you'll be sore and full of your Master's cum.

I wasn’t completely heartless. Before we departed for the Aphrodite's Heaven Beach Resort, I put her on top of the kitchen island counter, pulled her panties down, spread her legs, and licked her pussy until she came all over my face. She insisted on returning the favor, but I playfully spanked her thigh and told her to get moving.

She was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm while we were on the road. I had lowered the roof. The wind was blowing in her hair and made it look like a golden veil. Aimee herself was like a golden flower, ready to be plucked. Yet the closer we were getting to the resort, the more silent and gloomy she looked.

What’s wrong, pet? I asked. A nasty doubt began to make its way and shake my iron confidence. I hadn't felt like that since the beginning of the summer when we had started our relationship. Was she changing her mind? It was