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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. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "Don't move unless I tell you to," he said simply as he grasped the thick ropes in his hand. I couldn't help but wonder how he was going to tie me up. Unquestioningly, I stood still as each piece of rope was bound across me. At first, I stared at him and watched how he expertly tied the knots around my body, but my focus is soon diverted to the way the ropes felt as they were wrapped around me. I could feel each fiber of the rope against my skin, every intake of breath making the rope dig in just a little deeper, then loosen as I exhaled. Instead of feeling panicked, I got calmer and breathed deeper as he wound the rope over my wrists and ankles, keeping it tightly around my body, but with loose bits that hung from it. I knew he wanted to tie me to something but didn't know what exactly. He took more and more control of my body with each layer that he added, and my flesh belonged to him. It was no longer about what I was ready to give, but how much. He pushed me forward until I was leaning against something soft, my stomach pressing against the cushion. I looked down and saw a flat, thin surface in front of me, only about a palm's width wide. He tugged the rope on my left ankle to indicate I should move it. I hesitated for a second, and then complied. Without saying a word, he bound my hands with ropes to the bars on the mechanism he had placed me onto. He bent me over and tied me legs spread apart, with a good four feet between them. The silence rang in my ears and I knew I should feel uncomfortable, but I was oddly calmed by the ropes bound around me. The lack of choice made me free unencumbered. I was leaning against a long cylindrical cushion with four legs, each holding one of my limbs, trapping me. My wrists and ankles were tied firmly to the legs of the odd furniture, making me look as if I was offering myself to whomever decided to come into the room. There was nothing graceful about my position, but that didn't matter. The inability to move my hands and legs trapped me in the position. I was afraid that if I struggled, I would fall off the contraption completely. I couldn't see him as he stepped behind me, but I could feel his warm breath against my skin.

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The Humiliation of S Book 3

TRAINING WITH BONDAGE

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 in public and in private.

It also contains voyeuristic and public humiliation, public sex, bdsm, ropes, a threesome and lots of steamy scenes...

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

Chapter 1*: Insanity

The room I was in was large and not completely unfamiliar. I had been there once before. Still, I couldn't help but be awed by the sheer size of the room. Every inch of it had been carefully designed once upon a time. The furniture was expensive and modern, with a few looking at if they had just been replaced.

The man sleeping peacefully beside me was someone I was acquainted with. Lover. But not partner. It confused me why I gravitated towards him when my brain kept telling me to stay away. He was no good for me.

He was also my boss and my master. The sex we had was spectacular, but it was just that. Sex. I wanted more.

His eyes opened slowly. When he saw that I was looking at him, he smiled, a flash of white against his dark skin. He was a handsome man, too easy to fall in love with, but he made it clear from the very beginning that he only wanted me because I was a natural submissive, because being dominated came to me as easily as breathing air did.

I needed to listen to my brain for once and put an end to this insanity.

"I'm seeing someone," I said finally, the words coming out from my lips. The confession came heavily, reluctantly. I didn't want him to know. Not really.

"I know," he said after a long silence. He sat up and was looking at me with eyes that betrayed none of the emotions he felt. Or maybe he wasn't feeling anything at all.

"I'm seeing Oliver," I elaborated, hoping for a response that was less, cold.

"I know."

I could practically feel that wall he had built around himself. I felt myself blinking back tears and tried to stay strong. It was hard to remain unaffected when the man who'd just made love to me was treating me as if I was just another one of his one night stands and meant nothing at all to him.

To make matters worse, Oliver was his cousin, something I had found out only recently.

"How long have you known about Oliver and me?" I forced out. My voice was barely audible but it garnered a response. But not one I was expected, or one I wanted.

The corner of his lips curved upwards and he said, "Before you walked into the office and stripped naked."

I felt my cheeks burn from his words. That was hardly what happened. He had ordered me to take my clothes off and I had done exactly what he wanted me to.

I could've said no, a small voice whispered cruelly. I had gone into the office to put an end to this insanity, to tell him that I wasn't going to see him any longer. I wanted to be with Oliver. "If you knew I was dating your cousin, why did you still fuck me?" I asked.

In an instant, his head jerked, a look of pure shock on his handsome face as he turned to face me. "You know why," he said in the infuriating tone of someone knowing something I didn't.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you!" I said in exasperation. My heart pounded with uncertainty, but even in my indecision, the need to confront him overrode all else.

He didn't respond.

"I think Oliver loves me." I didn't know why I was saying that. My lips were moving, but my brain wasn't involved in any of the words leaving them. It was hardly a conversation we should be having in bed. Naked in bed, a small voice whispered.

"Perhaps," he said. His voice came so suddenly, I jumped a little.

"He's good for me," I continued, rising from the bed. He didn't stop me as I slowly changed into my clothes. His clothes. Mine were nowhere to be found.

"You're right."

"He's a good man. You're not." I was standing at the edge of the bed now, staring at him with my arms crossed over my chest protectively. His shirt was too large for me, but covered all the necessary parts. It was going to be another awkward drive back to my hotel.

The blanket had fallen over his lap. His abs were sculpted perfection and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I forced my eyes to focus on his face, but even that was hard. His eyes seemed to burn straight into my soul.

"I've never claimed to be a good man." His voice was a low growl that sounded like a threat instead of a statement.

For long seconds, we stared at each other. I could feel his body tense as the minutes passed. At long last, I couldn't stand the silence. I said, "He'll marry me, and we'll get a nice house and move in together and have our happily ever after."

"Probably," he agreed through clenched teeth.

"You're not a good man, Victor. You neither romantic nor nice."

"No, I'm not."

"You won't be happy with just... making love," I couldn't quite hide the accusation from my voice. Oliver made love like he really loved me. Victor preferred to fuck me, tie me up, watch other people gangbang me, and then fuck me again.

"Perhaps not." There was so little hesitation in his voice that it hurt.

"I should leave," I said.

He nodded in agreement, hands tightening into fists. He stayed exactly where he was as I walked out the door.

When I glanced back, he said, "Things won't be good for you if you stay."

My heart felt like it was being weighted down by rocks. I couldn't make myself close the door behind me.

Remembering something I needed to get off my chest, I turned back around and gasped when he was suddenly in front of me. I didn't even see him leave the bed.

"You need to go," he said, his voice a threatening growl.

My legs wouldn't move. "I've been accepted into a university," I said instead. "I won't be back here anymore since we won't have a reason to meet."

The only thing I had to my name was a high school degree. I had been accepted into a marketing college and went to his office so I could tell him that I was leaving for good.

"You should leave," he said instead of answering. I didn't know what I was expecting him to say. My heart broke a little more.

"Aren't you even going to congratulate me?" I asked. Petulant. Immature. But I wanted him to respond in some way. Anything other than the indifferent way he was looking at me.

I didn't even see him move.

His hands were on either sides of my face, trapping me to the door and slamming it shut behind me. "I'm not good for you," he said, his voice a deep growl that awakened hidden desires in my bones. Desires I didn't know I had until I had met him so many months ago.

Without waiting for a response, he leaned forward and captured my lips to his. The bruising kiss hurt my soft lips.

My heart was being torn apart from the inside. His hands found the small of my waist and he pulled me to him. I kissed him back with as much desperation as I felt. It made me feel good in the best and worst sort of way.

"You're insane," he growled when we finally parted for air.

"Yes."

And we kissed again.