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Opis ebooka Dominate Me - A.X. Foxx

Hot alpha men dominate the submissives they want wherever they want.This sizzling book bundle has alpha males filling submissive women on stages, offices, museums, and more! The submissive young women surrender to the older men without thought, baring it all in public.In this anthology, you will find:Stage SurrenderHe made it sound so easy. All I had to do to get the role was let go. If I can surrender completely, I can have the leading role in the movie instead of the supporting role I was auditioning for.I should have known it wasn't going to be that easy, not when the man on the stage was the famed sex-god, Zach Davis. As an actress, I have done all sorts of things that I was uncomfortable with, including stripping on stage... but I wasn't just undressed, I was on my knees, hands behind my back, bound, helpless to do anything but submit.Passionate PartnersEveryone tells Freya that it is impossible, that even the perfect candidates are not hired by the company, let alone someone as unimpressive as her. The man in charge, Raphael Hunter, may be wildly successful, but he is also controlling, ill-tempered, and stubborn to a fault.Yet Freya Fanning believes she can be successful because she has an advantage nobody else knows about:Raphael is a Master. Her Master. And she wasn't there to work. She was there to be dominated.Racy RomanceHandsome, rich, and stubborn beyond words, Liam Hunt has never been denied anything in his entire life. So when he sets his eyes on innocent college student Kate Snow, she doesn't stand a chance.Innocent and helpless, Kate finds herself in the clutches of the most powerful man in town... and loving every second of it. The dominating billionaire breaches her every desire and she is entangled in the brutal strength of his passion. When he brings other men to the relationship, she is helpless to do anything but surrender as they show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams...~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~The first gift arrived at the cafe where I worked in the form of a dozen red roses... and a single diamond pendant necklace in a hidden in an envelope midst the roses. It fell into my open palm with a solidness that worried me."Someone's got a secret admirer," my coworkers teased playfully, drawing towards me to admire the beautiful red roses that was mildly scented with a sweet perfume. The teasing stopped the moment they saw the necklace. Even to our untrained eyes, it looked expensive. The chain was made of tiny circular silver rings the glimmered in the light.Hanging from the end was the diamond pendant that seemed to emit light rather than reflect it.There was just awed silence as I held the pendant up to the light. It shone with an unnatural brightness that made my heart tighten and my fingers tremble. It looked real."That's... fake, right?" someone said, voicing what everybody was thinking."It's got to be," I mumbled, letting the girls have a closer look at the necklace while I pulled out the contents of the envelope.There was a piece of paper in the envelope and instead of a card or a note, there was a diamond certificate telling me the carat weight (2.5 Ct.), color grade (D), clarity grade (VS1) and cut grade (Excellent). There was even a report number, laser inscription registry, and other various details that I didn't quite understand. I gulped, wondering where the mysterious gift had come from."It's real," Tanya gasped, quickly handing the necklace back to me. It felt surreal.I held the diamond between my forefinger and thumb. The slight pinch of the sharp edges of the shimmering gem assured me that I wasn't dreaming.

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Fragment ebooka Dominate Me - A.X. Foxx

Dominate Me Books 1 - 3

A. X. Foxx

Copyright 2016: A. X. Foxx

All rights reserved. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

This book contains:

Dominate Me Book 1: Stage Surrender

Let go

He made it sound so easy. All I had to do to get the role was let go. If I can surrender completely, I can have the leading role in the movie instead of the supporting role I was auditioning for.

I should have known it wasn't going to be that easy, not when the man on the stage was the famed sex-god, Zach Davis. As an actress, I have done all sorts of things that I was uncomfortable with, including stripping on stage... but I wasn't just undressed, I was on my knees, hands behind my back, bound, helpless to do anything but submit.

This standalone short story is filled with steamy scenes that will have you writhing in pleasure.

Dominate Me Book 2: Passionate Partners

Everyone tells Freya that it is impossible, that even the most talented, beautiful, and perfect women are not hired by the company, let alone someone as unimpressive as her. The man in charge, Raphael Hunter, may be wildly successful, but he is also controlling, ill-tempered, and stubborn to a fault. He only hires the best.

Yet Freya Fanning believes she can be successful because she has an advantage nobody else knows about:

Raphael is a Master. Her Master. And she wasn't there to work. She was there to be dominated.

Passionate Partners is a standalone short story that is filled with dominating alpha males and a single submissive young woman in public.

Dominate Me Book 3: Racy Romance

Handsome, rich, and stubborn beyond words, Liam Hunt has never been denied anything in his entire life. So when he sets his eyes on innocent college student Kate Snow, she doesn't stand a chance.

Innocent and helpless, Kate finds herself in the clutches of the most powerful man in town... and loving every second of it. The dominating billionaire breaches her every desire and she is entangled in the brutal strength of his passion. When he brings other men to the relationship, she is helpless to do anything but surrender as they show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams...

Racy Romance is a standalone short steamy story filled with dominating alpha males and a single submissive young woman.

Dominate Me Book 1

Stage Surrender

A. X. Foxx

Copyright 2016: A. X. Foxx

Let go

He made it sound so easy. All I had to do to get the role was let go. If I can surrender completely, I can have the leading role in the movie instead of the supporting role I was auditioning for.

I should have known it wasn't going to be that easy, not when the man on the stage was the famed sex-god, Zach Davis. As an actress, I have done all sorts of things that I was uncomfortable with, including stripping on stage... but I wasn't just undressed, I was on my knees, hands behind my back, bound, helpless to do anything but submit.

This standalone short story is filled with steamy scenes that will have you writhing in pleasure.

Acting Teacher

I woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for air, my chest lifting and falling rapidly. My forehead was warm when I draped my arm over it and when I pull my arm away, it was covered in a layer of sweat. I felt as if I had just woken from a nightmare, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't remember what woke me up so abruptly. Sleep wouldn't be possible for now. I sighed and resigned myself to an early morning.

I sat up straight in bed, blinking in the dark. Wiping sweat off my forehead, I tried to remember what I had to do today. Right. I had an interview to attend. It was probably just going to be another heart-crushing failure. It wasn't even for a big role. I was auditioning as an extra in a new TV series. I had been through so many interviews in the past month and just as many rejections that I couldn't muster the will to be excited. I didn't even know it was possible to go through so many rejections within such a short time span and still have my heart in one fully-functioning piece.

Even so, I was still hopeful at each and every audition I went to. I sighed and took in a deep, shuddering breath of the humid hot air, wishing we could afford to have the air conditioning unit on. The truth was, my roommate was almost as broke as I was. Like me, she worked part time as a waitress whenever she doesn't have a role lined up... which was fast turning into all the time.

Neither of us has had much luck with roles since we graduated at the start of summer. It has been a good few months since graduation.

Summer ended only in name. The air was hot and humid and having the windows open only invited insects into the room. I wished the cool fall air could come already, but that was just wistful thinking. The cold would come all at once and turn the town into a giant freezer without warning. Such was the weather nowadays.

The old pedestal fan hummed next to me, blowing relentless simmering air around the room a vain attempt to keep the room a respectable temperature. All it managed to do was distribute the heat around. It drove my long hair away from my sweat-stained face.

I turned to the window in hopes of seeing the first signs of daylight, but it was still too early for that. My reflection stared back at me, eyes large and sad. I reached for the blinds and drew it over the windows almost in anger. In all other professions, I would be considered pretty and petite, but not mine.

I was neither pretty-enough nor thin-enough to be a successful actress, which was ridiculous considering I wore a size four. I had an hour-glass figure that I had wanted since I've first laid eyes on Marilyn Monroe and decided I wanted to grow up to be just like her. People looked for a size zero nowadays, which was ridiculous.

My brown hair curled over my shoulders and stuck to my neck. I sighed. It had been a while since I could afford to have my hair colored the pretty blonde shade that I much preferred.

Still lamenting my state of unemployment, I reached for my phone on the dressing table and pulled out the charging plug. The display shined too brightly in my eyes and I flinched.

Five thirty. Too early to be awake, but too late to go back to sleep.

Now completely awake, I felt the heat and the sticky discomfort of a night's worth of sweat on my body. It wrapped around every inch of me and made my clothes stick to my body uncomfortably.

Unable to stand the sweat-stained clothes much longer, I pulled off my sleeping shirt and underwear. I debated between having a shower or having breakfast and decided on the latter when my stomach started growling.

I wrapped a towel over my breast and walked into kitchen, not caring that the bottom of the towel barely covered my buttocks. It wasn't as if my roommate hasn't seen my bum before.

There was a tight knot in my belly from merely walking around half naked and I berated myself for staying chaste for so long. I had broken up with my ex a year ago. He was the kind of man whom mothers would warn their daughters about. He was all promises and sweet talk. And then, the moment he realized I was adamant about remaining a virgin before marriage, he was gone, as if I was some sort of conquest he got tired of. He wouldn't even acknowledge me in class.

It wasn't as if I hadn't considered masturbating. I had thought about that for countless, sleepless nights before. Touching myself still felt wrong and I could never bring myself to- well, bring myself to completion, thanks to my strict and very successful Catholic upbringing. I drew out a long self-pitying sigh.

It took only a moment for me to realize that there was a man on the couch. He was gorgeous, but not in the gym-rat sort of way. The only thing he was wearing was his boxers and that gave me a good eyeful of his lean muscles as he stretched over the couch that was too small to carry his full frame. His back was turned towards me, so I couldn't have a good look at his face, but even his backside looked familiar.

I admit I thought I was hallucinating at first, but the longer I stared at him, the more I familiar he looked. Maybe he was someone from work. It wasn't the first time she's brought a customer home with her.

It was odd that Anna didn't let him sleep in her room after. Maybe she really didn't like the sex.

I snorted at the thought. No way this sexy hunk was capable of bad sex. I considered putting on more clothes, but the thrill of working in the kitchen half naked and getting caught by Anna's lover made my insides tighten pleasurably and I decided to not.

I hummed a little as I walked into the kitchen and got started with breakfast. Some actresses I know would skip meals before auditions, but I had so many auditions a day that if I skipped every meal before auditions, I might as well have died of hunger ages ago.

I was making the last piece of pancake when a pair of hands snaked around my belly and held me to a hard chest.

"Did you have a good night's rest, Anna?" a sexy voice vibrated through my body, awakening every nerve ending in my body. His lips were on my neck, warm and dangerous. My knees weakened from a single touch of his lips on my flesh. His fingers on my belly were lithe, but strong.

I gasped and tried to twist around, but the arms around me were all muscle, refusing to budge. How did anyone manage to get into the apartment without me seeing? I could feel his erection pressing against my bare behind, the throbbing hard muscle probing my body as if seeking entry. I gulped and drew a deep breath as his hands reached up to cup my breasts.

All the air left my lungs at once as a jolt of pure bliss went down my spine and kick-started the aching, trembling need in my pussy.

"Let go!" I gasped, my voice shrill and breathless, sounding absolutely foreign to my ears.

The arms around me released as if burnt, then the man stepped away with lightning speed.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were Anna." He looked stunned.

I held a hand to my pounding heart and reminded myself to breathe. "You scared me," I gasped, willing the desire in my belly to calm the fuck down. The smell of burnt pancake reached my smell receptors and I turned to my breakfast at once. "Damn it," I whispered under my breath as I tossed the piece into the bin.

"Again, I'm sorry," he said, hands in the air, as if I was his arresting officer.

"It's an honest mistake," I said before turning around to glare at the man who just sexually assaulted me. My jaw almost fell to the floor.

"Drake?" I gasped. No wonder he looked familiar. How many hours had I spent drooling after the Acting instructor in high school? He was nothing but professional to all his students... to my great dismay.

"I'm sorry, I don't-" his furrowed his eyebrows. Of course he didn't remember me. There was nothing about me that stood out.

"Kendra," I extended a hand towards him and he took it with the same frown that indicated he had no idea who I was. "Kendra Fillmore? I was in your Acting class back in high school. Graduated a few years ago?" I tried to jog his memory.

"Of course! Kendra! You're as beautiful as I remembered," he said in that tone of voice that people used to pretend to remember someone they didn't.

"What're you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm in town for work. Anna wanted me to help her with some emergency acting lessons yesterday night," he sighed. "But when I got to the bar, she was too drunk to even stand up. Thankfully, her address was in her wallet. It was late by the time I got here and I figured I could show myself out before anyone woke up," he looked a little embarrassed to be caught crashing on our couch. "I hope it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all," I said without hesitation. A bold thought crossed my mind and I caught myself looking at him hopefully, "Do you think I could have some acting lessons too? I have an audition for a role in a few hours."

"Of course!" he laughed. "On one condition."

"What?"

"Let me have some of those heavenly pancakes you're making?"

"It's a deal!" I laughed as I divided the pancakes into two generous portions and walked into the living room.

The entire time we were eating, I was breathlessly aware of how little I was wearing. The towel barely covered my breasts, hanging just a little above my nipples to reveal my ample cleavage and when I sat down, it pulled up enough to expose my wet pussy. I wanted to excuse myself into the room to get dressed, but didn't want to risk losing Drake.

He was as handsome as I remembered, though his slight African accent was still present. He spoke with almost too much emphasis, as if worried that if he didn't enunciate each and every word carefully, he would be misunderstood. It blew my mind when I was younger to learn that he was from South Africa but had fair skin.

"So, Kendra, tell me about the role you're auditioning for," he said.

"It's nothing big," I blushed a pretty shade of red. "Just a supporting role in a new tv drama coming up. I'm trying to get a role as the tech person," I said. I had considered applying at the lead actress, but thought it might work better for me if I tried out for a role that less people would be fighting for.

"That's interesting," he said, sounding genuinely interested. He stood up and gathered the dishes.

"Let me do it," I said, clutching onto my plate. His fingers brushed over mine, re-awakening my nerve endings and I shuddered.

His smoldering eyes burned into me, drawing me to him. My knees were weak and I leaned back down when he insisted on doing the dishes before 'warming me up'. I gulped and fought back the animalistic urge to throw myself into his arms immediately.

I was certain that he could see through the towel around my chest.

"I'll umm... go get changed," I said, getting up to make use to the time he needed to wash the dishes to get into something more appropriate.

"No," was his single-worded response.

"No?" I stared at him.

"No," he said, not turning towards me as he washed the plates under the metal faucet.

"But that- I'd- I mean-" I gulped and stopped trying to form words. I couldn't hear anything over the pounding of my heart.

"Take off the towel and go wait on your bed," he suggested.

Maybe it was the narcotic power of his voice, or maybe it was the fact that I had woken up that morning with a tingling hunger in my loins, but I walked into the room and did exactly as he instructed...

I took off my towel and sat down, breasts naked and heavy on my chest, rising and falling with each intake of my breath.

Acting Lessons

I was not at all prepared for him when he walked into my room and closed the door behind him. My heart was at my throat, making it impossible to breath.

When he turned to me, his expression remained unchanged, but there was an intense look of desire in his eyes that scared me. I daren't move, sitting straight on the bed with my hands on my lap, covering my exposed pussy. Wetness leaked from my hole, making my inner thighs moist and almost uncomfortable. The smell of sex permeated the air and I was at once horrified and aroused.

"Is there any particular reason why I should be naked?" I asked. I had done many things as an actress that made me uncomfortable before. One of my classes in university had us strip completely naked, one by one, while the professor came up and told us areas of our bodies that we should work harder on. She commented that I needed to do more hip exercises. I couldn't help but stare as she went from one classmate to another and commented on the flaws on their bodies.

She wasn't cruel about it, by any means. There were compliments too, but mostly she was doing it to let us be more comfortable with being naked in front of others, especially since we wouldn't know when a role would require us to be naked.

"You said you'll be auditioning for a role later," he said, standing so close to me that I could feel the warmth from his breath.

"Yes," I said and didn't try to elaborate. I ignored the instinct to wrap myself in my blanked.