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This sizzling book bundle starts with an innocent young woman who falls into the clutches of dominating alpha males who don't hesitate in making her submit, no matter the circumstances. She is taken and filled in an airplane, an office, a bar, an elevator, and many other all-too-public places, blindfolded, tied up, humiliated, and dominated and there's nothing she can do to stop it. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ I have never been the type of girl who sparked up at the thought of an erotic adventure, something out of the ordinary. I was as vanilla as they came. Key word: was. The thought of having sex with two men never appealed to me before. Or being tied up. Or blindfolded. Or humiliated in public. And yet I had done all that in the span of a single evening with an absolute stranger taking charge, dominating my every move. Victor had mistaken me for a woman he was planning to indoctrinate into the mile high club during my flight and scared the living hell out of me when he walked into the toilet stall and started groping me. I could claim that it was the shock that preventing me from fighting him off, but the truth was, I loved every minute of it. I loved how he took charge, muffling my cries with a hand on my lips as his fingers touched me.  It was the same trembling desire that prompted me to agree to the dinner date. I couldn't stop my body from tingling after he had introduced me the delights of sex.  I wanted more.

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THE HUMILIATION TRAINING OF S

BOOK BUNDLE/ANTHOLOGY

(Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Domination & Submission, BDSM)

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

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

This book contains:

The Humiliation of S 1: Training With Blindfolds

The last thing Stephanie expects when she boards a flight is to be indoctrinated into the mile high club! The innocent and naive young woman is completely unprepared when the dominant alpha male mistakes her identity for another and joins her in the airplane's lavatory.

After clearing things up, she parts way with the dominant male, only to cross paths with again him shortly after. Only this time, there's nothing accidental about the ropes, blindfold, and men he has prepared for her...

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The Humiliation of S 2: Training With Pain

When Stephanie gets trapped in a broken elevator with a sexy, dominating alpha male who also happens to be her boss, she panics. And she panics harder when he breaches her every defense and takes her with the brutal strength of his passion.

Her life is turned upside down when she falls into a world of domination and submission with more men than she can handle. The alpha males flood her with pleasure and drown her in pain all at once.

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The Humiliation of S 3: Training With Bondage

Insanity is making the same mistakes over and over and expecting different results. Stephanie must be crazy. How else can anyone explain why she keeps surrendering to the clutches of a dominating alpha male who she knows doesn't love her?

She needs to be tied up, humiliated, and edged without knowing release before she finally learns to finally let go of him.

But what happens when he doesn't let go of he even when she already belongs to another?

They're going to have to learn to share.

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The Humiliation of S Book 1

TRAINING WITH BLINDFOLDS

Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Domination & Submission, BDSM

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

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

This is a short story featuring an alpha male dominating an innocent young woman for the first time in public.

It also contains voyeuristic and public humiliation, public spanking, public gangbang, bdsm, ropes, blindfolds and lots of steamy scenes...

Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).

Chapter 1: Mile High Club

I glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror. Everything about my complexion was plain. My lips were neither luscious nor full, and my cheeks were neither rosy nor bright. My eyes were a dull brown that didn't shine in the light. In fact, I looked rather exhausted, which was to be expected after a full week of work with little sleep. I would usually put a bit of makeup on, but today was my day off and I didn't like travelling with a full face of makeup.

I saw my reflection again on the window as I took out my luggage and locked the car. I didn't look like I could win a beauty pageant any time soon, but I looked decent. I took good care of my body and it showed.

I was just wearing just a black windbreaker over my white tank top. My hair was neatly tied in a braid that slid comfortably over my neck. I donned a the thin silver necklace that emphasized my slender neck and unzipped the top of my jacket to reveal a bit of cleavage.

The dark jeans that I wore would no doubt activate the metal detector later, but I didn't mind the pat down. Janet was used to me already and she knew I didn't carry anything.

Was I took casual? Maybe Oliver preferred girls who dressed up more... I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I shoved my keys into my jacket pocket. It was too late to change my mind now.

I was going, this was what I was wearing, and if it's not good enough, I could turn around and leave on the next flight back.

With that in mind, I marched into the airport in the middle of nowhere towards my next date. The man I was going to meet was a dream come true. The only thing I didn't know about him was what he looked like. A giant red flag, but he insisted that stay a secret even after I had sent him a picture of myself.

A part of me wondered if he was going to be three feet tall. Not that I had against the vertically impaired. It just wasn't my thing.

...

It was a long, arduous wait until I finally boarded the flight, by which time all my nervous anxiety had made way for exhaustion. All I wanted to do was sit down and sleep through the rest of the flight.

I dragged my carry-on behind me, dodging the careless toes of passengers already seated on the plane with nonchalant practice. I saw a few familiar faces already in their seats and nodded in acknowledgement.

The overhead bin above my seat was full, so I kept my carry-on in the compartment opposite mine. Flying every time I needed to go on a date was not the best circumstance, but the job I had was unique enough that I was paid a handsome amount of money. Enough not to have to worry about the frequent flight expenses anyways.

I had barely settled into my seat when an uncomfortable crawling sensation slid up my spine. I looked away from the window and saw that it was just an air stewardess, Penny, offering me a cup of coffee. That woman always gave me the creeps. She was entirely too pretty to be completely natural.

I accepted one in exchange for five bucks. It was hardly worth two, but it was better than not having caffeine at all. Penny saw me on the flight enough times to offer me the coffee directly even before the flight had taken off, which should endear her to me. Instead, I just felt obligated to buy coffee that tasted particularly foul.

I sipped it as the plane filled and tried to shake the feeling of dread. It was just another date. If I didn't like him, I could leave.

Glancing around to see that we weren't ready to take off yet, I accessed my phone to enter the chat room and see if my mystery date had left me a message to cancel the date.

I could feel my blood pressure rising as I logged into the forum.

The chat room was empty when I entered, but I left a message for Oliver anyway, letting him know I was on the way.

I knew so little of the man except what he revealed on his profile page. He loved all animals and enjoyed spending his free time in animal re-homing centers. His main job involved behind-the-scene tech work for an international business, but he didn't reveal which company he worked for.

I knew he preferred black and white over any other colors, and preferred the cold of Winter over any other seasons. It was one of the things we had in common. I loved the cold.

We spent the past month talking over the internet before finally deciding to meet up in person. What were we talking about for an entire month? I felt like I knew nothing about him.

Cold dread that I had been the victim of a catfish scam gripped me, as it did every time I went on a date.

I let out a sigh of relief when he responded almost immediately:

See you later, alligator.

I cracked a smile. He was funny in a too-corny sort of way. I wondered what he looked like. My heartbeat started to increase the moment I realized there was nothing else that I could do except wait.

After all, I wasn't going to meet the man until after the flight landed. The whole month I had pieces of a puzzle that I'd slowly started to fall in love with, but now that I was presented with the possibility of a whole picture,

"Pardon me," someone said in the aisle said.

The sound of the man's deep, vibrating voice struck a nerve in me, a dark promise that made me cross my legs. I wasn't used to such a powerful reaction. I checked my seat belt, pretending to be busy while I spied the stranger from the corner of my eye.

He had his back turned and was putting his carry-on into the overhead compartment, next to my own luggage. His back was poised and solid, both elegant and incredible masculine at once. When he turned, I quickly looked away, but spied the five o'clock shadow that made my insides coil. He looked particularly sexy.

I looked up when I felt his weight settling on the seat beside me. He sent a smile my way that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hello," I greeted politely, then quickly looked away before he could start a conversation.

The danger tempted me, but I knew better than to poke a dragon in the eye. He looked important and the place I worked at was small enough that rumors travelled everywhere at once.

While the company wasn't against dating amongst its staff, I didn't want to go out with a man who worked in the same company to avoid the awkwardness of the potential breakup. I had a few colleagues who left the job not because of the work, but because they couldn't handle seeing their ex-partners every day.

I had been using dating sites instead, talking to people online and then setting up dates away from my work place.

So far the results had not been good. I wasn't particularly worried yet. I had time. I was only twenty one.

The pilot gave the standard announcement regarding seatbelts and takeoff. Shortly after, a new air stewardess went through the how-to-buckle-yourself routine. I'd heard the same instructions enough times to be able to say them with her.

I closed my eyes and sleep came surprisingly easily shortly after.

"Good morning, Mr. Siegel," a stewardess commented suddenly, her voice so loud that it woke me up.

My eyes shot open and immediately I glanced to my right. Penny's voice was almost an entire octave higher. "Is there anything I can do for you today?" she asked.

He turned to her and said in that smooth, panties-melting voice, "A cup of coffee would be wonderful."

"Your usual brew?"

My eyes grew wide. He had his own coffee? One that didn't taste like shit? I glanced at my own cup of coffee on the hand rest and frowned.

"Yes, please."

She nodded and turned to her cart. She poured him a coffee that smelled absolutely divine. More than a few heads turned at the smell of actual, drinkable coffee.

He must've seen the coveting look on my face, or it was the upper lip lick that gave me away, but he asked, "Would you like a cup too?"

"Oh, no, thank you. I already have a cup." I gestured to my coffee and hated myself quietly.

"I insist," he said, handing me the cup he had in his hand. I reached for it as if in a trance. Our fingers touched and I almost pulled back from the jolt of electric that sizzled through me. I tightened my grip on the coffee and was immediately thankful that he had been given a solid glass cup instead of a cheap paper one like us regular people.

"Thank you," I said, hiding my face behind the cup. It tasted as amazing as it smelled and it was still hot. It warmed my throat as I swallowed a mouthful. I gave a low moan as my taste buds exploded in flavors and quickly blushed a bright red. "This is really good," I said quickly, trying to cover my embarrassment.

He grinned in a way that made my insides tighten even more.

Penny glared at me as she filled another cup for Mr. Siegel. I avoided her eyes carefully, never one for confrontations. I knew she was hoping to find a rich man to marry while on the job. She even admitted that to me during a particularly empty flight, saying that the job was only 'temporary' until she finds a right boyfriend to support her. I think the word she was looking for was 'sugar daddy'.

For the first time, she saw me as competition. I tried not to snort into my drink at the thought. Me? Compete with her? Not in a million years.

She was gorgeous, what with her long blonde hair and large blue eyes. She was also a good half head taller than me, with legs that went on for miles. I couldn't compete with her huge balloon breasts and perfect bubble butt even on my best day. Yet, Mr. Siegel chose to gave me the time of day. I felt prettier already.

"Here you go, Sir," she said with a smile that was too sweet to be real.

"Thank you. Oh, and take away this vile thing will you?" he reached over and took the original coffee away.

"Of course." This time, her smile was strained. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" She put too much of an emphasis on 'anything'. I stopped my eyes before they rolled too far to the back of my head.

He shook his head and turned his face away from her, ending her attempts at coming onto him then and there.

"Thank you for the coffee," I said, taking another sip and trying to make it last.

He nodded his acknowledgement, but didn't try to make conversation. I watched Penny through the gap between our seats. She sashayed away, pushing the cart down the rows with her hips a little too forcefully. The plane was small, with only a few regulars hoping to make their way to civilization for the weekend.

Penny laughed a little too loudly at a joke one of the men made, then leaned towards him, no doubt giving the man an eyeful of her large breasts. I realized that the reason why her buttocks were particularly pronounced today was because she wasn't wearing any underwear.

I gasped and looked away as I caught the sight of her black tuft of hair. So her blonde hair wasn't natural.

Mr. Siegel had a curious expression on his face. as if he knew exactly what I had seen.

"You must be a very important man," I commented once I was certain she was out of earshot.

His questioning expression prompted me to continue.

"I've never seen Penny try so hard to please someone before. She was basically offering you have a go at her in the bathroom," I said, then clamped my lips together.

His eyebrows rose in amusement, but even I could see I shouldn't have said that.

"Sorry, I uh- I'll just keep drinking this now," I said, sipping my coffee and trying to shake the feeling of embarrassment. I didn't know what came over me. I usually had more poise than that!

It wasn't after I finished my entire cup of coffee that I drew out the courage to talk to him again, but he beat me to it.

"Do you work with the company as well?" he asked. It was a solid question. Either I worked at the company, or I was the spouse or girlfriend of one of the men who worked there.

My heart raced at the intensity of his look. His voice was too sexy to be legal. "As a matter of fact, I do," I responded, if a little too defensively.

"I've never seen you before," he commented.

"I work research," I admitted. "With the-"

"Plant placenta research," he finished with a chuckle. "You must be Stephanie," he said, offering his hand forward.

I hesitated for a moment, certain that he had mistaken me for another Stephanie who also worked at research. She was in her thirties and worked in a same building. Oh well. I wasn't expecting to see him again anytime soon. "Just Stef please," I murmured.

"Hello, Stephanie," he said, blatantly ignoring my request. He rolled my name on his tongue like a caress of better things to come. The way he was looking at me sent a shiver down my spine.

"Excuse me," I murmured, getting out of my seat and squeezing past him to head towards the lavatory.

My heart raced. I took a second to take a deep breath and calm down. This overreaction was unlike me. I didn't know the man. Sure, he was devastatingly handsome and had a voice that could melt glass, but I wasn't a complete virgin. Well, I was, but I wasn't so horny that I'd throw myself at the next sexy hunk that showed the slightest interest in me.

I sat on the seat and emptied my bladder, all the while wondering if it was possible to stay in here throughout the duration of the flight so I wouldn't have to subject myself to his mysterious magnetism. I wasn't sure my panties wouldn't melt if I went back to my seat.

As I washed my hands, I heard the latch release behind me and reached to re-lock it.

"Hold a second I'm almost-"

"Stephanie."

My heart stopped at my throat. Mr. Too-Sexy was staring at me as if I was a small animal of prey.

Chapter 2*: Public Misunderstanding

"I'm almost done," I spluttered, as if that wasn't obvious, as if he was in here by accident.

The crawling sensation of danger made the hair on my neck stand on end. There was nothing accidental about him being in the small bathroom stall with me.

He stepped into the tight space and forced the door shut behind him. I stopped breathing.

"Isn't this what you what?" he growled, his voice so deep it went straight down my spine to my pussy.

"Mr. Siegel, I think you may have misunderstood something," I started, trying to find a way out of the stall. The lavatory wasn't big enough for one person, let alone two. All my shifting around only amounted to me rubbing my body against his, worsening the problem.

I had backed up the most I could, the back of my legs hitting the seat of the toilet, which had the lid closed down. He was leaning in toward me, not touching me, but close enough for me to smell the hint of cologne on his body.

He was moving toward me and my eyes fell from his chest to the growing hardness between his legs. I licked my lips despite myself. What was he doing? What was I doing? I should be shouting for help.

I opened my mouth to try and tell him to get out of the way, but he put his palm on my parted lips, stopping the words from escaping.

My tongue darted out, tasting the salt off his palm.

In panic, I grabbed his fingers and tried to pry his hand away, but he was too strong. I twisted with no effect. His free hand reached behind my head and gripped my hair tight, yanking my head back.

I exhaled sharply from the pain of having my hair pulled back to roughly. I reached behind my head to free myself from him.

"Be very quiet, Stephanie," he said.

Fight or flight punched me in the gut and I bit down on his hand as hard as I could. My tongue picked up a slight hint of metal, letting me know that I had bit hard enough to draw blood. Good.

He pulled back with a hiss and stared at me with eyes so angry that I thought he was going to hurt me. There was something else beneath those eyes, a deep-rooted desire that almost burned with it's intensity.

"Listen, I-" I never managed to finish that sentence. His lips were on mine in an instant, suffocating me with the passion of his desire. His tongue found its way into my parted lips, his tongue picking up the taste of his own blood. His skin was so warm it hummed against mine. I was distracted by the pain of his hand tangled in my hair, pulling me head back.

"Stay still," he said. I didn't know if it was the sound of his voice or the way he looked at me, but I stilled against my will. His voice flushed my body hot, and then cold and his eyes enthralled me as if in a trance. It was inhuman, the effect this man had on me. "I'm not going to hurt you," he purred, smooth, like a French roast.

I shuddered as he leaned in for another kiss. This time, I didn't try to fight him. Instead, I kissed him back, tasting the bittersweet of his coffee on his tongue. I struggled between terror and deep, unfamiliar arousal. The man drifted his hand down to my chest and dragged it lower, fingers sending a trail of goosebumps between my cleavage. He went further down, pulling the zipper of my jacket with him. The blood on his hand smeared the front of my white tank top like a gothic design.

When we finally parted for breathe, I groaned, "Yes. Oh God." I grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "You have to stop. We can't do this."

"You listen to me," he warned. "And only me."

I moaned at the sudden heat drafting across my skin. I suddenly understand the meaning of words having power.

Every hair stood on alert. Blood hummed in my veins, my heart working on overdrive. My hearing was fractured with panic. I considered running away again, eyes darting to the exit, only to have him tighten his grip on my hair, yanking my attention back to him.

I jerked under his grip and gasped at the pull on my hair. This was insane. He was a stranger doing this to me. I shouldn't be kissing him back, I should be clawing his eyes out! I tried to hold onto that outrage but the panic and desire slipped through, leaving only those behind.

I renewed my efforts to escape, pulling and twisting despite the ache in my scalp from his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it.

He drew his head down and kissed my neck, leaving a burning trail of his kisses on my neck until he found my throbbing pulse and sucked it. He hummed. It was like a bass string connected to the heat between my legs, making it grow. I watched my hands drift around his neck as if it belonged to someone else.

I could feel something hard between his legs, pressing against my body. I knew I should be afraid, but the pleasure of his kisses on my throat made it hard to feel anything except arousal.

Abruptly, he twisted me around so that I was facing the mirror. I could see the brown in his eyes, so dark and foreboding. He caught my gaze in the reflection and grinned.

My nipples were engorged and pebbled, showing through my bra and tank top. He moved his hand to my breast, rubbing it up and down, deliberately teasing my nipples. I bit my lip and held back the moan that threatened to escape my throat.

His erection rubbed against my ass and his hands were on my breasts, cupping them in both palms and leaving another slight stain of blood with his hand on my breast. He captured my nipples between his fingers and pinched them together, sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure down my spine.

His teeth shone in the reflection and my eyes widened when I realized that he knew exactly the reaction he was having on me. Desire coiled in my belly where I could do little to ease it. Deliberately, he pinched my nipple, eliciting a gasp from my lips. I felt his manhood twitch in response, pressing harder against my torso.

I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move as I pushed back against him, wanting to feel more of his erection on my body. His grin faded away into a low growl that vibrated through me. Masculinity radiated from him in waves and I found myself being encompassed in it all too willingly.

Pleasure coursed through my veins as he leaned down and kissed my pulsing flesh again. The steady suction on my neck and his captivating eyes drew me in. I couldn't begin to fight back against the solid strength of the man holding me close.

"The more you struggle, the harder I am for you," he growled, tilting his hips forward as if to prove a point. His erection was hard and throbbing now, so massive that I could feel it despite the heavy pair of jeans I was wearing.

I shuddered at his words. I knew I should be horrified and disgusted by his actions but I had lost my will to fight back. It felt too good to fight back.

"Mr. Siegel," I breathed, saying his name in a low keening sound that wasn't unlike a plea.

His eyes were dark as he glanced down at me. The corner of his hard mouth tugged up. "Finally surrendering?" His hand moved from my breast to the growing heat between my legs. He didn't try to take my jeans off, instead cupping my wet sex through the thick fabric.

The action made me catch my breath, the brush of his fingers making my skin tingle and my heart speed up. He caught my nipple between his finger and thumb and brought it alive even through my bra, pinching and pulling it through as I watched in the reflection. My lips were parted and my expression wasn't one of a woman being sexually harassed. I looked like I was enjoying every second of it.

I wished I had worn a dress instead. Then quickly pushed back that lewd thought. I had more class than this!

Despite the thoughts in my mind, my hands were doing something else altogether, reaching behind me to cup feel his erection with my fingertips.

"That's right..." he groaned. I swallowed at the hardness of his voice. "Take of your clothes for me," he growled.

The time for running had already passed. I realized with a shock that I wanted this, I wanted him. I didn't even know his first name!

Without waiting for a response, he pulled my tank top and bra down, revealing my breasts as he did. I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe.

"You're more beautiful than I imagined," he said. cupping my breasts and pulling at my nipples. My face was burning and my pussy ached to be touched. My dark pinkish nipples were turning redder by the second. Moisture leaked from my pussy as I watched him rub his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples to make jolts of pleasure course through my spine.

I felt the smoothness of his pants and in a moment of clarify, wondered how much it cost.

Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror and neither of us moved for the longest moment. The desire in the air was palpable. It was hard to breathe.

His fingers tightened on my nipples and I let out a soft moan.

"Do you want my cock inside you, baby?" he growled, his voice vibrating through my body.