Pleasing The MasterThe Complete Series. E-book. Formato Mobipocket - 9781310061172

This bundle contains all four hot stories from the Pleasing the Master series: 1. Bound for Punishment The Master is known for his intense, 24/7 BDSM practice. When a shy girl with plenty of repressed, dark fantasies enlists his services for the week and immediately gets cuffed and put in a chastity belt, she knows she's in for a lot of pleasurable pain, all over her body and in every hole. 2. Discipline Me The Master's punishment is harsh, but timid Diane knows she deserves it. Bound, whipped, and disciplined, Diane still has to deal with the ultimate punishment from the Master: total denial. 3. Coming Together Diane has been through hell at the hands of the Master, the man she hired to dominate and punish her for an entire week. The unrelenting tease and denial has finally gotten to her, and she doesn't think she can take it anymore. But an unexpected, tender encounter with the Master threatens to change their dynamic entirely. 4. Cuffed and Clamped For His Pleasure Diane has to face the truth: she's developing some really inconvenient feelings for the man she paid to torment her. It all feels like too much to handle when she finds herself shackled, clamped in all her most sensitive places, stuffed in every hole, and totally vulnerable at the hands of The Master. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “I just need a glass of water, please.” The man on the other side of the table just looked at me. His dark hair framed a handsome but oddly unremarkable face. If I saw him on the street, I would probably think he was cute, but not cute enough for much of a second thought. A few dark, curly hairs snaked up from his collar, ending below the short-cropped beard on his chin. I wanted to run my fingers over his chest. After several moments, I realized why he was still sitting there, ignoring my request. “I mean, I need a glass of water please, Master.” He nodded, stood, and wordlessly left the room. I blushed, embarrassed that I had already forgotten one of the rules on his contract. I should have read it more carefully. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I did not want to mess it up. The sound of running water from a room nearby was barely audible even though the door to his office remained wide open. The sound-proofing in his house was probably a major priority. If his house weren't at the top of a winding driveway through the woods in the middle of nowhere, I would wonder if his neighbors ever complained about his clients screaming, moaning, or otherwise making noises that neighbors generally don't want to hear. The remoteness of his location was probably by design. Another rush of nerves surged through me at the thought that I wasn't reading other people's accounts online and living vicariously anymore. I was actually here. I really paid this man, the most famous in his controversial line of work, to tie me up and do possibly unspeakable things to me for a whole week. Soon, I would be the client whose screams and moans of agony and pleasure would bounce off the soundproofed walls.