Losing Her Innocence: Innocence Lost, #1

By Sadie Slick

Candice is tired of being so innocent.

 

She's never even had a first time, let alone a second or a third – but she wants to know what all the fuss is about. When she asks her neighbour for assistance, Simon is more than happy to help her out.

 

Twenty years older than Candice, he's experienced in how to pleasure a woman… and he promises to make her first time earth-shattering.

 

All Candice has to do is submit to him completely…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Slick
• Release date: Jun 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223639787

Sadie Slick

Sadie Slick's erotic stories feature women introduced to BDSM for the first time. From innocent virgins who shyly agree to be handcuffed and cropped, to obedient interns who discover the thrill of being edged at work, the women in her stories always enjoy how good it feels to submit to a dominant older man. If you're turned on by powerful assertive bosses and commanding alpha males who know exactly what they want – a submissive woman tied up and begging for more – then you'll enjoy her spicy tales of discipline and denial. Alphas  |  VIRGINS  |  Discipline  |  DENIAL  |  Bondage  |  SUBMISSION

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Losing Her Innocence

Innocence Lost - Book 1

Sadie Slick

Copyright © 2023 Sadie Slick

All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be copied, distributed, or published in any form without permission from the author.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About The Author

Books In This Series

Also By Sadie Slick

Sneak Peek

Chapter 1

It’s raining when I get home from the supermarket, huge heavy drops that soak me the instant I step out of my car. I grab the first couple of bags from the boot and dash up the path to the front porch. As I head back to the car, my neighbour Simon appears with a massive umbrella, holding it over us both. Candice! You’ll get drenched.

I think it’s a little late for that, I say, laughing and gesturing to myself.

Well then, let me help you with the bags, he says, handing me the umbrella and picking up the two heaviest bags as if they weigh nothing.

He waits while I fumble for my front door key. I’ll carry them inside, it’s no problem, he says when I apologise.

As soon as the front door opens we hear a loud wail from upstairs.

I blush crimson. Oh, um, that’s my housemate, Jemma. She’s not being murdered, I promise.

The rhythmic sound of a headboard hitting a wall filters down the stairs, followed by a male-sounding groan.

Kitchen’s just through here, I say faintly.

Simon hefts the bags in his muscled arms and carries them into the kitchen.

Thanks again, I tell him, trying to hide my blush by immediately sticking my head in a cupboard as I stack it with tinned tomatoes and packet soup.

Do you need me to pass you anything?

No, honestly, I’m fine. You can go now.

From above our heads a man yells, Fuck, baby, you feel so good! and Jemma moans even louder than ever. I cover my face with my hands.

Do they do that often? Simon asks conversationally.

All the time, I mumble between my fingers.

You should talk to her. Ask her to be more considerate. It’s not on.

It sounds reasonable, but I’d be way too embarrassed. I did try to bring it up once, but I chickened out. Jemma knows exactly how much sex I’m getting – zero – and she’d probably accuse me of being jealous or needing to get laid myself.

As Jemma and her bloke gear up for round two, Simon says