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Claire Thompson – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:15 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Claire Thompson – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Under His Control – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/under-his-control-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/under-his-control-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink Authors: Claire Thompson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)

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Sold to a Master she shouldn’t want. Maybe he’s exactly what she needs…
When Ellen signs up for an Enclave binding auction, she hopes to be won by a Master who shares her happily-ever-after dreams. Instead, she’s paired with an ex-military special ops bad boy who is definitely all wrong for her, even if everything he does feels so right.

Damon has a dark past he’s never faced and a future with no place for love. A submissive who’s looking for Master Right should send him running for hills. But something about Ellen gets under his skin and just won’t quit. Fortunately, their Master/slave contract has a built-in escape clause. At the end of seven days, he will walk away, no strings attached.

If only it were that easy…

Publisher’s Note: While the experience will be enhanced by reading the books in the No Safeword Series in order, this book may be read as a stand-alone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

Black boots appeared in Ellen’s line of vision.

She looked up from her kneeling position on the mat and forgot how to breathe.

His black T-shirt hugged broad shoulders and a muscular chest. A barbed-wire tattoo ringed his bulging right biceps. His hair was so dark it glinted blue in the dungeon light. It was tousled, curling at his neck, strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes. His jaw was square, his lips full, their curve at once sensual and cruel. Her eye was drawn to the scar that slashed his left cheek. It was a slender, silvery-white line that curved just below his left eye, tapering toward his mouth.

The exhaustion she’d felt from the culmination of the previous scenes fell away as the Dom shook the hair from his face with a toss of his head and regarded her from beneath heavy brows. Ice brushed her spine as his gaze burned slowly over every inch, every curve.

Master Damon was Ellen’s sixth and final scene partner of the evening. While each of the five other Doms bidding for her slave contract had been skilled and assured, none had penetrated the shield of her submissive poise. Yet, this Dom already had her just by showing up.

She stared back into gray-green eyes that were as cool and remote as a winter sea. A rush of liquid heat sluiced through her as he held her captive with his gaze. She had a ridiculous, completely unsubmissive impulse to close her knees and wrap her arms around her naked body.

He’s trouble, her mind whispered.

Bring it, her gut replied.

With a casual flick of his hand, he indicated she should stand.

Ellen willed herself to be calm as she rose slowly and gracefully from her knees. Damn it if her legs weren’t trembling. What the hell was happening here? Trying to ignore the heat coursing through her body and no doubt splashing over her cheeks, she stood straight, arms at her sides.

Still without speaking, he reached for her throat, his large hand easily spanning her jawline. His touch was firm, but she was able to breathe. With his other hand, he reached between her legs and cupped her bare sex.

A shudder ran through Ellen as he slid a hard finger inside her. When he ground his palm against her throbbing clit, a low, feral moan escaped her lips.

A knowing smile lifted the corners of Master Damon’s lush mouth. There was a dangerous glint in his eye that both compelled her and frightened her.

When he pulled his hand from her sex, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from begging for its return. With the other hand still on her throat, he tightened his grip, this time cutting off her ability to breathe.

Pressure built behind her face. Her nipples hardened to throbbing points as he held her transfixed with his cool, hard gaze. Black spots appeared before her eyes but she was too well trained to pull away.

Then all at once, Master Damon let her go. Ellen swayed as she sucked in a huge breath, heart pounding. His strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her. Still, he didn’t say a word. Christ, who was this guy?

Ellen couldn’t deny she’d been impressed with Master Damon’s experience in the scene and intrigued by his background, not to mention his gorgeous profile picture on The Enclave binding auction site. But when ranking his goals and objectives as they pertained to BDSM, he’d put finding a permanent partner dead last. By definition, this ranking had relegated him to the bottom of her list. Because, though the slave contract might only be for one week, Ellen was hoping it would turn into something more.

None of that mattered as Master Damon stared into her eyes as if he already owned her. She stared back, mesmerized. Then, finally, he spoke.

“What would you do for your Master, Ellen?” His voice was deep, her name like a caress in his mouth.

Ellen closed her eyes for a second, calling on her training as she calmed herself. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

She pondered the question seriously. What would she do for the man who could fully claim her as his slave—not only her body and her obedience, but her very soul?

“Anything, Sir,” she answered with conviction.

He cocked a brow but said nothing in direct reply. Instead, he said, “Keep your eyes on me.”

The command was easy to obey, as there was nowhere else she’d rather look.

Before she could process what was happening, he lifted his hand and slapped her across the face with a hard palm. The force of the blow turned her head to the side.

She yelped with surprise as heat splashed over her cheek. Her eyes watered as she struggled to master her shock. At the same time, a deep, dark pleasure moved through her body. She could fly from a face slapping delivered by someone who knew what he was doing. And clearly, this man did.

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Advertisement Taming Lia – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/taming-lia-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Wed, 25 Oct 2023 18:31:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/taming-lia-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Authors: Claire Thompson Advertisement

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Leather, tats, whips and chains. Lia prides herself on taking whatever the most exacting Doms can mete out. She adores masochistic play, but her last attempt to find true submission made her cut and run.

Beau, an experienced bondage Master, attends an invitation-only play party at The Enclave compound. His single scene with the feisty masochist, Lia, is beyond intense. When he’s offered the chance to step in where other Doms have failed, Beau is intrigued.

But is Lia really up for another intensive experience like the one she’s so recently failed? She’s got six days to find out.

Publisher’s While the reading experience will be enhanced by reading the books in the No Safeword Series in order, this book can be read as a stand-alone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

Lia aimed her phone camera at the full-length mirror in her tiny bathroom. Instead of the black leather jacket and ripped jeans she preferred, that evening she wore a blue silk off-the-shoulder evening gown, a string of pearls around her neck. Her hair was still pink, despite her mother’s lamentations that she’d never find the right sort of boy with that hair, not to mention those “disgusting facial piercings and that dreadful tattoo.”

The dreadful tattoo in question was a very tasteful dove on Lia’s upper back, an olive branch in its mouth. If Loretta had known her daughter also had a colorful snake curling around her hip and a BDSM triskelion on her shaven mons, she would have had a heart attack. Or no, not a heart attack. A fainting spell, complete with smelling salts.

Grinning at the thought, Lia snapped a picture and sent it to Lucia in a text message.

I’m trying to pass as a debutante socialite. What do you think?

Almost immediately, Lucia texted a response.

I barely recognize you with clothes on, LOL. You look absolutely gorgeous. Where are you going?

Lia thumbed back:

The Andrew Baird-Cecelia Mansfield wedding at the Biltmore. Only THE event of the season, or so my mom tells me. She’s over the moon because I’m going with a guy who checks all the boxes on her FIND A HUSBAND FOR LIA list, including the right pedigree, career and social prospects.

Lucia replied:

The right man for you prefers black leather and carries a whip. ;)

Lia snorted and sent back a devil emoji.

Setting down her phone, she added a touch of lip gloss and ran her fingers through her spiky pink hair. The tiny diamond still twinkled above her left nostril and gold hoops rimmed the outer perimeter of each ear. She’d removed her eyebrow hoop, not because she was trying to tone down her appearance, but because she was tired of it.

Travis should be there at any moment. She stepped out from behind the partial wall that separated her bedroom from the rest of the studio apartment.

She hadn’t bothered to correct her mother’s assumption that Travis had invited her to this gala affair as his date. If nothing else, it would get Loretta off her back, at least for a while. If Lia had to hear one more time about how she wasn’t getting any younger and all the good men would be snapped up before she turned twenty-five, she thought she would scream.

In fact, Travis and she had never been more than friends, and that only because she’d tutored him in English. Unexpectedly, they’d gotten along well despite moving in totally different social circles at high school. He was a jock who interviewed the cheerleaders when choosing his latest girlfriend. She hung out with the goth and emo kids, when she hung out with anyone at all.

They hadn’t kept in touch at all while she’d been away at college. They’d only reconnected by accident, running into each other at a deli when she’d first returned to Asheville several months back. When he’d asked her if she’d mind tagging along to this wedding thing, she’d been surprised.

“You’d be doing me a favor,” he’d said. Though he hadn’t put it quite so bluntly, he basically wanted a female friend in the guise of a date. That way he’d be free to potentially hook up with women who attracted him but have the safety valve of a plus-one in case one of those women got a little too clingy.

“Some things never change,” Lia had teased. She had agreed primarily out of curiosity. It would be interesting, from an anthropological point of view, to watch the monied Asheville elite strutting and preening in their natural habitat.

Now Lia looked out her window into the parking lot. Just as she saw Travis’s Porsche pulling in, another text came through her phone from Lucia.

I have something I want to discuss with you—something exciting. I have to go into a dungeon session in a minute. I’ll text when I’m free.

To Lucia, she replied:

You’re a tease! Quick, tell me the abbreviated version.

Lucia’s reply came as Travis was making his way to Lia’s door.

Patience, grasshopper.

Patience had never been one of Lia’s virtues, as the Masters in the training program at The Enclave had been quick to point out. With a small growl of frustration, Lia slipped her phone into her beaded evening bag and opened the front door.

Travis was dressed in a tuxedo and velvet slippers stamped with some kind of crest, everything about him screaming entitlement. He looked much the same as he had in high school—boyishly handsome with round blue eyes, sun-streaked blond hair and a ready smile.

He looked her over and flashed a grin. “You clean up pretty good, Duvall.”

She laughed. “You, too, Randolph.”

The wedding was as over the top as Lia had expected. The ceremony was traditional, though mercifully brief. The bride wore a gown that was purported by social media to cost more than the GNP of a small country.

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Advertisement Claiming Hannah – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/claiming-hannah-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Sun, 26 Feb 2023 20:45:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/claiming-hannah-no-safeword-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Authors: Claire Thompson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 102
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For her, BDSM is just a fantasy… Until he makes it all too real…

Hannah has written dozens of BDSM romance novels, each one more successful than the last. There’s just one problem—she’s has no hands-on experience with any of the things she writes about.

When a good friend invites her to a collaring ceremony at The Enclave, a BDSM community known for its slave training program, Hannah leaps at the opportunity. Little does she dream that, before the night is over, she’s going to experience her own dungeon scene, including a delicious flogging at the hands of a tattooed bad boy.

Mason, chef at The Enclave and a hardcore player in the scene, is intrigued when he’s asked to handle the obviously clueless wannabe who’s clearly way out of her league. While the scene is hot, he shrugs off his attraction. He’s into knives, edge play and 24/7 submission, not BDSM lite.

When Hannah is offered—and accepts—a week’s stay for some D/s training, Mason watches from the sidelines, waiting for her to crash and burn. But there’s something there—a spark of genuine submission—that catches his attention and won’t let go. When he offers her the chance for a more intensive slave training experience, Hannah accepts.

Only to discover she’s in way, way over her head…

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Part One

Chapter 1

Hannah Davies stared at her laptop screen, fingers poised on the keys. She’d sat down with such determination earlier that morning, ready to at least try to write again after the long hiatus. She stared at the screen for a long while, willing herself to create something, damn it.

But she got distracted by two shimmering hummingbirds flitting around the bird feeder that hung from a tree just outside her window. And by her own wandering thoughts, though she couldn’t for the life of her remember where they’d wandered.

She snorted as she reread what she’d written so far: Chapter One.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, she pushed back from the desk. “Give it up, Davies. Not happening today.”

It wasn’t as if she had to write another novel in her bestselling Angelique Rose BDSM series. The royalties kept coming in, and Andy’s life insurance payout had been enough to live on for the rest of her life. But she’d been so hopeful that morning, eager to get the creative juices flowing once more.

Her ringing cell phone startled her.

Glad for the reprieve, Hannah jumped to her feet and followed the sound to the kitchen. She found the phone half hidden beneath a dish towel. As she grabbed it, Charlotte Rivers flashed across the screen.

“Hey there, Charlotte. What’s up?”

“I miss you, that’s what’s up.”

“I miss you, too,” Hannah replied sincerely. “I know I’ve been kind of a recluse lately,” she added.

Charlotte snorted. “Kind of? Understatement of the year. I thought you said last time we talked that things were better. That you were ready to get back into the swing of things.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did say that. I know I’ve been a lousy friend these past months. I’m sorry.”

“No apologies necessary. Here’s your chance to make it up to me. I’ve got some news I want to share, and I want to do it in person. How about I swing by with some pastries? You make the coffee. Deal?”

“What news?” Hannah demanded. “Good news, I hope?”

“Excellent news,” Charlotte replied.

“Did Jim—” Hannah began excitedly.

“No fishing,” Charlotte chuckled, cutting her off. “I’ll tell you when I see you. I can be there in about forty-five minutes, if that works for you.”

Hannah glanced around her kitchen. The sink was full of unwashed dishes. The non-perishable groceries still sat on the counter from yesterday’s shopping run. The floor was gritty with crumbs. When had she become such a slob?

“Uh, the place is kind of a mess,” she hedged as she walked into the living room. It wasn’t much better. A half-bottle of wine and the glass were still on the coffee table, alongside the remains of the huge bowl of popcorn she’d had for dinner. She’d been binge-watching the first several seasons of Downton Abbey, her go-to show when she wanted to forget everything.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet. Would you rather meet at Tupelo Honey’s over on College Street?” Charlotte persisted. “That would work, too.”

“Yeah, that would be better,” Hannah agreed. She hadn’t had breakfast either, unless you counted three cups of coffee. And it would be good to see Charlotte in person. Of all her friends, Charlotte had been there for her during the really hard times when Andy had first been diagnosed, and at the end.

Not that she blamed the others. Most of them had been the wives of Andy’s friends, and their relationship was more as couples than as close girlfriends. Hannah had been the one who failed to return calls or reply to well-intentioned condolence emails. Nor had she exactly been much fun to be around this past year.

The only time she perked up was when one or both of the kids made time in their busy lives to come home for a visit. They’d come often during the first six months after the funeral, incredibly supportive, as she’d tried to be for them.

Charlotte’s call was well-timed, as Hannah had made a conscious decision to get back into writing and, by extension, living again. Before she faced the world, however, she definitely needed to shower and wash her hair.

“It’s”—she glanced down at her watch—“eight forty. How about we meet at ten? Does that work?”

“Like a charm.”

In the bathroom, Hannah shucked off Andy’s old Luella’s BBQ T-shirt she’d lived in the past two days and shimmied out of her baggy shorts. As she waited for the shower water to heat, she regarded herself in the mirror, something she usually avoided.

Her hair was no longer any discernible style, and looked shaggy and overgrown. She’d been too busy and distracted when Andy was sick to even think about making an appointment. Afterward, she hadn’t much seen the point. It was easier just to pull it back in a ponytail and forget about it.

She leaned closer to the mirror. There was a worry line between her brows that hadn’t been there before Andy’s diagnosis and her lips were drawn down at the corners in a perpetual frown. She forced herself to smile brightly for the mirror as she took a step back to examine her naked body.

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Advertisement More than a Dare (Masters Club #4) Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/more-than-a-dare-masters-club-4-read-online-claire-thompson Mon, 27 Jun 2022 15:18:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/more-than-a-dare-masters-club-4-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Authors: Claire Thompson Series: Masters Club Series by Claire Thompson
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Bring your darkest fantasies to life. Go on, I dare you… Dahlia turned her own world upside down on a dare from a sexy coworker. Who knew a voyeuristic taste of the intoxicating power of BDSM would lead to so much more? Now she’s desperate to discover her own submissive potential with a true Master. Master Hayden has a strict policy never to get involved with vanilla girls, even the BDSM-curious. Yet Dahlia sparks a desire in him so powerful he might just have to make an exception. But does she have what it takes? Dahlia, who prides herself on rising to any challenge, leaps at Hayden’s sexy offer of a full-on Master/slave experience. Yet, the deeper the Dom draws her into the dark, edgy reality of true submission, the more conflicted she becomes. It was all going so well…until it wasn’t.
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More than a Dare - Chapter 1

What was she so afraid of?

After all, she’d been the one who’d pressed so relentlessly for a peek into Hayden’s “other” life as a BDSM Dom, despite his warnings she might be biting off more than she could chew. After much cajoling on her part, Hayden had finally agreed to take her to the Masters Club’s private holiday party as his guest. As the price of admission, she’d allowed Hayden to put her through a series of incredibly sensual, slightly terrifying exercises designed to assess her “submissive potential.”

She couldn’t deny how turned on she was by the powerful scenes of erotic submission she’d witnessed that night. The dungeon setting was like something out of a dark, artsy film noire, the elegant players hidden behind satin masks, the smell of sex and leather its own aphrodisiac.

Dahlia had been nearly overwhelmed by the experience—naked submissives bound and subjected to all kinds of erotic torture, the breathy cries of pain and ecstasy all around them, and her own pulsing desire.

She’d been especially captivated by the scene at the bondage wheel station. The woman had been tethered to the wheel, dressed in nothing but a red leather thong and a slave collar. Her Master had snapped a thin, whippy cane against her flesh over and over as the wheel turned, leaving red, angry welts behind.

Instead of screaming in agony, the woman had only sighed with each stroke, something very much like bliss moving over her pretty face.

No question about it—the Masters Club party had been the strangest, scariest, sexiest experience of her life.

They’d left the party to give Dahlia a chance to get her bearings, and now sat across from one another at a small table in an all-night diner. He smiled at her, sexy and slow, his eyes hooding in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

Without saying a word, he reached across the small table and placed his hand on her chest, his palm against her collarbone. His touch warmed her skin, still chilled from their brief walk from the Masters Club to the diner.

Could he feel her racing heart?

His eyes fixed on hers, he moved his hand slowly upward along her neck, his thumb and index finger coming to rest just below her jawline. He squeezed just enough to send a raw, uncontrollable shudder through her body. She felt as if she were melting inside, her body opening and yielding to his promise—a promise she didn’t yet understand, but longed for.

“Admit it, Dahlia. You were born to submit. I just proved it—again.”

Dahlia barked a laugh. It sounded forced, even to her own ears. “Ha. You proved I react to a primal touch, probably something coded into my DNA from prehistoric times. That doesn’t mean I want to be tied down and whipped like those subs at your club. The concept of erotic pain frightens me.”

Even as she said those words, a surge of dark, raw desire moved through her. Again, images from the intense play party rose in her mind. Only now, she was the one bound against the bondage wheel, helpless as that long, thin cane snapped against her flesh.

Hayden regarded her with a discerning look in his sapphire-blue eyes. “Sometimes the things we most fear are precisely what we most desire.”

A rush of heat moved over and through Dahlia, stiffening her nipples and dampening her panties. Any effects from the single glass of champagne she’d had earlier in the evening had long since worn away, yet she was drunk with sensation, overwhelmed by the evening, by this gorgeous, confident man and her own unresolved feelings and desires.

“You were given a window into a world tonight that, until now, you’ve only read about in your romance novels,” he added. “It’s late, and you have a lot to process. How about we call it a night?”

Dahlia felt at once relieved and let down. Her conflicting feelings must have shown on her face.

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching over to place his hand on hers. “This isn’t a brush-off, if that’s what you’re thinking. Far from it. You and I have become real friends over these past months. I don’t want to lose that, no matter what you decide about your experience with BDSM so far. I’m incredibly attracted to you, as I think you’re aware. But I know my limits and I’ve learned the hard way to respect them. I don’t do vanilla. It just doesn’t work for me.”

Dahlia pulled her hand from beneath his, feeling slightly affronted. “You don’t do vanilla? What does that mean, exactly?”

“That I know from experience that my getting involved with vanilla women doesn’t work. However much we might be attracted to each other, it’s too big a divide to cross. I don’t just enjoy BDSM, Dahlia. It’s an integral part of who and what I am.”

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Advertisement Dare to be Naughty (Masters Club #3.5) Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/dare-to-be-naughty-masters-club-3-5-read-online-claire-thompson Mon, 13 Jun 2022 12:38:07 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dare-to-be-naughty-masters-club-3-5-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Claire Thompson Series: Masters Club Series by Claire Thompson
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A would-be submissive, a skeptical Dom, the chance of a lifetime… Dahlia’s super curious about Hayden’s BDSM lifestyle. While the idea of a strong alpha male staking his claim and making his conquest is appealing, she’s not sure about giving up control. Not to mention those whips and chains… Hayden, a Dom at the private, exclusive Masters Club, knows better than to play in the vanilla world. His inner sadist demands his woman on her knees, over his lap or strapped to his bed. But the more time he spends with Dahlia, the surer he is there’s a sexy sub girl lurking just below the surface. When Dahlia begs to attend the Masters Club holiday party, Hayden is intrigued. But she’ll need more than desire to get him to agree. When he puts her through a test of submission, the results may stun them both… *Dare to be Naughty is the prequel novella to More than a Dare, the fourth book in the Masters Club Series. If you enjoy powerful alpha men who aren’t afraid to take what they want, but give so much in return to the women they fall for, then this series is for you.
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Chapter 1

Dahlia Simon hurtled into the staff cafeteria, not even stopping by her office first to drop off her coat. Plastic pine boughs threaded with tinsel and shiny red and green ornaments had been hung along one wall in a nod to the season, a small menorah set on a table beneath. As she caught her breath, she scanned the room, trying to distinguish among the various white-coated and scrubs-clad people hunched over their breakfast trays.

Where was Hayden? Had she missed him? Had he even been there? Had she ruined everything?

Her heart lifted, relief flooding her when she spied him at a table in the corner, his back to her. She stood still a moment, drinking him in. Even from behind, he was easy on the eyes, his wavy light brown hair streaked with gold and in perpetual need of a cut. She liked it that way, curling against the back of his neck in pleasing contrast to the dark blue scrubs that stretched across his broad shoulders and back. Not that she’d ever tell him that. Guys as good looking as Hayden Pierce needed no additional encouragement.

Moving toward the self-serve area, she grabbed a yogurt and a bottle of water, paid for her purchases and headed toward his table. As she approached, she saw he was on his cell, his tone quiet but earnest. She naturally assumed he was talking to a patient or another doctor. As she got closer, she froze in place, immobilized by what she was hearing.

“…might want to consider restraining her for the needle play. Ropes—chains—whatever makes sense. If you take away that added difficulty of requiring her to hold her own position, she might be better able to fully embrace her submission.”

Goose bumps prickled over Dahlia’s skin. What in the world was the man talking about? And to whom?

Hayden turned, catching sight of her as she neared. “Gotta go,” he said abruptly. “Keep me posted.”

Without missing a beat, he flashed a smile at Dahlia while slipping his cell into his pocket. “There you are,” he said easily, his expression friendly but neutral. “Thought I was going to have to finish my breakfast alone this morning.”

Setting down her tray, she removed her coat, draping it over the back of the chair. Her carefully rehearsed apology had flown from her brain, his words of a moment before crowding it out.

Ropes. Chains. Submission…

Hayden was regarding her curiously, apparently waiting for some kind of response.

“Sorry I was so late,” she managed as she slid into the seat across from his at the small table. “I got to my subway stop just as my train was pulling away and had to wait over twenty minutes for the next one.”

He nodded sympathetically as he speared a large bite of pancake soaked in butter and syrup. He didn’t seem to be in the least bit perturbed. Was she the only one who’d spent the weekend ruminating over the train wreck of what had been a promising conversation that past Friday? Maybe she’d made a bigger thing of it all than it had warranted.

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Advertisement Claimed Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/claimed-read-online-claire-thompson Thu, 27 Jan 2022 20:41:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/claimed-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Authors: Claire Thompson Advertisement

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He is determined to claim her, no matter the cost… James is hopelessly in love with his coworker, Kelsey, and has been from the moment he saw her. A careful man, he bides his time until he makes his move, desperate to claim her for his own. When she rejects his carefully planned seduction, she unwittingly unleashes dark passions he has kept hidden from the world. It may take some time until she understands that their two hearts are destined to beat as one. She just needs a firm hand to show her the way. Imprisoned in his secluded cabin, Kelsey has no choice but to become James’ obedient submissive, even as she edges precariously close to the brink of madness. There’s got to be someone out there still searching for her, and it’s that hope that keeps her alive… Previously titled: Claiming Kelsey Warning: This Dark Obsessions novel is an edgy, explicit captive tale. Read only if you dare…
Books by Author:	Claire Thompson

Chapter 1

“He stares at you. I’ve seen him watching you when you aren’t looking. It’s kind of creepy.”

Kelsey laughed, shaking her head as she thought about her boss. “Aw, he’s harmless, Jenny. I actually think he’s kind of cute, in a nerdy sort of way. So serious. So proud of being a team leader. It’s endearing.”

Jenny shrugged. “I guess. He never looks at me that way.” She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed contemplatively. “You’re probably used to guys staring anyway. Every guy in our department has his tongue hanging out when you walk by.”

The guys at Kelsey’s new job were nothing to write home about, though she had gone out a time or two with a couple of them. Sometimes she thought she wasn’t entirely over Adam, though breaking up with him had been the right thing to do. College sweethearts, they’d stayed together over the years out of habit and convenience. Adam was like a familiar old blanket. As Kelsey grew older, she found herself wanting more than familiarity. She wasn’t ready to drift into marriage, slip into motherhood and find, twenty years later, that her life had somehow passed her by.

Life had to hold more, and she was determined to find it. Moving to the city, getting her own place, finding her own way—it had been exhilarating. She had made a fresh start, a clean break from the past. The last thing she wanted was to get involved with someone new. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” she told Jenny. “I was with a guy forever back home. I like being single.”

“I like it too, I guess,” Jenny said, though her tone and body language belied her comment. “Still, if the right guy came along…”

“He will,” Kelsey said reassuringly. “You’re smart and funny and beautiful. “

“Ha,” Jenny retorted. “And fat. Don’t forget fat.”

“Stop it. You’re fine,” Kelsey insisted.

Jenny shrugged noncommittally. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She glanced at her watch and stood from the park bench. “We’d better get back to the office. Bennett’s a stickler for punctuality.”

~*~

James Bennett liked his job. He was a vice president at a large commercial bank, admittedly one of dozens of VPs at the firm, but still, it was nothing to sneer at. He had worked his way up from lending officer in the mortgage department to special assets analyst. He found he didn’t really care for the marketing side of the business. He didn’t like pounding the pavement in search of new accounts, or schmoozing with strangers in an effort to procure their business. It suited him far better to work with numbers and documents, which didn’t require him to smile and shake hands all the time, or pretend he cared about a client’s new baby, their golf game, or the redesign of their office space.

Special assets was a euphemism for bad debt—loans the bank had already written off, but which loan officers still tried to restructure and collect. While good at the marketing end of the business, these loan officers relied heavily on the analyses of the client’s sales data, market share and financial structure provided by the special asset analysts. Last year James had been promoted to team leader in the corporate special assets department, with responsibility for thirteen loan analysts. At the age of twenty-nine, this was no mean feat.

His life was full, with hobbies and exercise on the weekends, and a satisfying career. He hadn’t even realized he was lonely until the day she appeared. Since the day Kelsey Rowan had applied for a job at the bank four months ago, James’ world had been turned upside down.

She’d already passed the first interview hurdles with human resources when James was called down to meet her and conduct the second interview, along with the head of the department, Bob Reynolds. They were each given a copy of her resume and the results of the initial interview, but nothing had prepared James for the sight of her when she appeared in the door like an angel just fallen from the heavens.

She had worn a high-necked silk blouse beneath a tailored navy blue jacket and matching narrow skirt. With her hair pulled back, sensible, low-heeled pumps and gold studs in her small, pretty ears, she’d presented during the interview as the very picture of professionalism, though James had immediately sensed the deep sensuality and passion barely hidden just beneath her conservative exterior. She had all the necessary qualifications for the job, including a business degree from a good university, and two years experience at a small bank in her home town. Though James would never have admitted it to a soul, he would have hired her if she’d been a high school dropout who’d never set foot in a bank. He would have hired her just so he could look at her.

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Advertisement Freeing Rowan (Masters Club #3) Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/freeing-rowan-masters-club-3-read-online-claire-thompson Fri, 21 Jan 2022 21:27:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/freeing-rowan-masters-club-3-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Authors: Claire Thompson Series: Masters Club Series by Claire Thompson
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Sent to the Masters Club for a “tune-up,” Rowan gets more than she bargained for, and so does her trainer… Rowan Georgiou has always been fiercely independent in her vanilla life, but definitely BDSM curious. When a strong, controlling alpha sweeps into her life, she’s thrilled at the chance to fully explore her submissive streak. Eager to please, she strives to conform to the demands of a lifestyle she doesn’t fully understand. Being sent away for training feels like failure, but it might offer exactly what—and who—she needs. When trainer Eric Franklin is brought in to teach “proper submission” to the resistant sub girl, he immediately senses a problem. While outwardly compliant and undeniably submissive, Rowan is skittish and fearful of the man she claims to love and serve. As Eric questions the choices Rowan and her so-called Master have made, he is increasingly convinced Rowan is in way over her head. But when he confronts the bully in Dom’s clothing, the guy yanks Rowan from the program, cutting the trainer’s tie to the girl he’s already come to care about. But not before Eric gives her an out, if she can find the courage to seize it.
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Chapter 1

“Rowan, why don’t you stand on the floor beam facing Cleo?”

The trainer, Eric Franklin, didn’t need to phrase it as a question, but she’d been skittish since her arrival early that morning, and he wanted to put her more at ease.

He wondered if he should have waited before leaping straight into an intensive training scene. After all, this wasn’t generally the way he liked to operate. In his private submissive training practice, when he was hired to work directly with a submissive, he always met first, face-to-face, with the Dom. He also liked to meet with the couple together, to get a better sense of their interpersonal dynamic and training goals.

As a contract trainer for the Masters Club, however, he didn’t always get to set the parameters, and Rowan was a definite case in point. Because of some exception he didn’t yet fully understand, she’d been dropped off for training early that morning.

Though, to be fair, he’d had an opportunity to speak directly with the girl just after she’d arrived early that morning. And, while she’d seemed a little nervous, that was to be expected.

He’d contented himself with that brief interview, along with perusing the Dom’s detailed questionnaire that included their D/s background and goals. Even so, he’d basically been thrown in the deep end with this new trainee. He would need to tread carefully.

“Yes, Sir,” Rowan replied softly now. She had a pleasing voice, low and husky.

Cleo, a Masters Club house slave, had recently been won in a play auction by a visiting member, Jack Hartford. As Eric often tapped Cleo for assistance during training at the Masters Club facility, Jack had graciously agreed to participate in a shared scene that Eric hoped would meet some of the stated goals of Rowan’s Master.

At a nod from Jack, Cleo took her place on the beam opposite Rowan.

Eric retrieved two vibrators with clit stimulators from the training room supply cabinet. He removed the protective wrappings and handed one to Jack.

“This session will be about working together to achieve your goals,” he explained to the women. “Your goal is to keep the vibrators in place while obeying various commands. Be sure to ask permission if you think you’re about to climax. I may or may not let you, so make no assumptions.”

He brought out two pairs of clover clamps along with a tube of lubricant and the remotes for the two vibrators. “We’ll make things more fun by attaching nipple clamps. Make sure you keep your dildo and the nipple clamps in place, and don’t fall off the beam. Any questions, Cleo?”

“No, Sir,” Cleo replied.

“And you, Rowan?”

“No, Sir,” the girl echoed.

Jack took care of Cleo while Eric focused on his charge. He eased the lubricated dildo carefully inside her tight opening. He could feel her trepidation, but hopefully she’d relax as the session progressed. She drew in a small gasp as the phallus was fully seated, but was otherwise still.

Working in tandem, the two men attached one side of each pair of clamps to Cleo’s nipples, the other side to Rowan’s, so that when one girl moved, the other would feel the tug. Rowan winced as the clamps compressed her nipples.

“Breathe,” Eric murmured, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder.

When he was satisfied she was ready, he clicked on both remotes and handed one to Jack.

Rowan gave a small yelp as the toy whirred to life, her eyes widening. Cleo, well-trained slave that she was, betrayed no reaction.

“Remember,” Eric said, his focus on Rowan, “don’t climax unless or until I give you express permission.” He moved closer, watching his new trainee carefully. “Take a small step away from each other.”

Each woman edged back on the wide beam until the chains between them were parallel to the floor, but not overly taut.

“And another.”

Cleo obeyed immediately, but Rowan remained rooted to the spot.

“Rowan,” Eric said gently, “You need to take a step back as well. Maybe this will help.” He turned up Rowan’s remote, the whirring sound between her legs growing louder.

“Oh,” Rowan breathed, a deep shudder moving through her slender frame. But, after a moment’s hesitation, she did as directed. Her face twisted in pain as the clamps tightened at her nipples. She was trembling. At first, he just assumed it was a result of her efforts to balance the various types of stimulation to which she was being subjected. But something in her face gave him pause. She didn’t just look nervous, she looked frightened.

He sensed something fragile in Rowan, something that might break if pushed too hard. Yet, if he stopped the scene now, it would only reinforce her fears. He needed to give her a chance to find her stride.

“Good girl,” he said encouragingly. “You’re doing fine.”

It was hard not to compare Cleo’s poise and grace with Rowan’s jerky, tense movements. It wasn’t an especially challenging scenario, certainly not for a trained slave, which Rowan was purported to be. Yet, as Eric directed them back and forth along the beam, Rowan’s agitation only seemed to intensify.

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Advertisement Claiming Cleo (Masters Club #2) Read Online Claire Thompson http://www.books2020.com/claiming-cleo-masters-club-2-read-online-claire-thompson Mon, 16 Aug 2021 22:59:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/claiming-cleo-masters-club-2-read-online-claire-thompson Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Authors: Claire Thompson Series: Masters Club Series by Claire Thompson
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Cleo's got a secret heartbreak, one she flew across the world to forget. Now he's found her, and he's determined to claim her for his own... Cleo Chapman serves as a dedicated slave at the pleasure of the Doms at New York’s exclusive Masters Club. But even moving a continent away from the Dom who so casually rejected her isn’t enough to mend her shattered heart. Jack Hartford spent two years coming to grips with a tragedy that left him a young widower at loose ends. Finally ready to engage in life again, his memories of Cleo draw him back to her, only to find she’s gone. Yet, no matter how he tries, he can’t put the charming, sexy girl out of his mind. When he tracks her down, Cleo’s cool reception cuts him to the quick. The submissive passion that once burned so brightly in her soul is now barely a flicker…at least for him. Challenged and intrigued, Master Jack refuses to let anything stand in his way. But can Cleo trust that he desires more than just her submission this time? Because she wants it all—heart, body and soul. Claiming Cleo is the second book in the Masters Club Series. Though each novel can be read as a stand-alone, reading the series order will enhance your experience. If you enjoy powerful alpha men who aren’t afraid to take what they want, but give so much in return to the women they love, then this series is for you.
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Chapter 1

Cleo Chapman entered the Masters Club main dungeon, stopping a moment just inside the doors to catch her breath. The large space was already fairly crowded, it being a Saturday night. As she looked around, she realized she’d forgotten to check her Masters Club phone app to see which Doms would be in attendance that evening.

She’d been crazy busy that day, having made a trip with Brandon, her fellow house slave, to a specialty BDSM furniture supply place in Long Island to inspect the new punishment benches their owners, Mistress Dominique and Master Grayson, had commissioned.

Naturally, they both had to try out the equipment to make sure it was up to snuff. Cleo was delighted with the steel cuffs and neck collar, while Brandon had been excited about the fucking rod and enema bag holder. As they’d perused the large warehouse full of wonderful, sexy bondage equipment and erotic torture devices, they’d lost track of time.

Now, looking around the spacious, well-equipped dungeon, she spied Jess, her best mate, looking beautiful in a sheer black bodysuit, her high breasts perched in demi-cups, her long auburn curls hanging prettily down her back. Jess saw her, too, and gave a wave and a bright smile.

Cleo started to head toward her friend, but at that moment Master Cameron, Jess’s partner, appeared, a gear bag slung over his shoulder. He placed a proprietary hand on Jess’s shoulder and led her toward a scene station.

So Cleo instead made her way to the thick floor cushions set against one wall where pleasure subs and slaves waited to be tapped for a scene. She had at least an hour before Master Grayson needed her for the submersion tank demo. She was looking forward to just being a pleasure sub until then.

She knelt on a cushion between Katrina, a sweet girl with satin-smooth skin and big doe eyes, and Charlie, a male sub who had a striking resemblance to a young Harrison Ford.

Mistress Olivia appeared in front of Charlie, looking regal in red leather and stilettos. “Ready to suffer, boy?” she asked with an evil grin.

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” Charlie said, rising at once to his feet.

Once the pair had drifted away, Katrina and Cleo exchanged murmured small talk. As befitted their status, they kept their heads lowered, backs straight, hands on their thighs, palms up. It wasn’t long before Katrina was tapped and led away by Master Luke, a delightful sadist who enjoyed both men and women.

Another sub had just taken her place beside Cleo when a pair of long, muscular legs encased in soft black leather appeared in front of her. A large hand settled lightly on her bare shoulder. The sudden, unexpected yet achingly familiar scent of citrus and cedar assailed her senses. She caught her breath, an electric jolt of recognition shooting through her body before her mind could process it.

“Hello, there, Cleo,” Master Jack said in that soft, deep voice she would know anywhere. “Been a while.”

For a moment, Cleo forgot how to breathe. Every nerve in her body went on instant high alert. What the hell was he doing there? Surely, she would have known he was coming to the States?

She recalled again her failure to check the phone app, and had to struggle to bite back a curse. This was the last guy she wanted to see.

Deep breaths, she reminded herself. You’re not that girl anymore. This man has no control over you. He never did.

Slowly, Cleo lifted her head, forcing her face into a mask of submissive calm, though her heart continued to beat a mile a minute. He was still as gorgeous as ever, though she detected a lingering sadness in those deep brown, intelligent eyes. Even in the dim light of the dungeon, his blond hair shone as if spun from gold. His black T-shirt stretched alluringly over broad, muscular shoulders and hugged bulging biceps.

But the ground beneath her didn’t open. The heavens didn’t crack with thunder. Relief moved through her, calming her nerves. She was fine. She was over this guy. He was just another Dom, and she would serve him as she did every Master at the club.

Cleo shifted her focus from his eyes to his mouth so she could concentrate. “Good evening, Sir,” she said evenly, pleased her voice was steady. “I didn’t realize you were in the States.”

“I’m here for business,” he said, a small smile playing on his handsome face. The smile broadened, his eyes hooding. “And pleasure.”

Okay. You can do this. You can totally do this. Remember what Dr. Erdman says. You’re empowered now. You know your mind and heart. You’re ready for anything. This will be a good test for you. It’ll prove you’ve truly moved on.

Master Jack held out his hand. Cleo took it, allowing him to hoist her to her feet. But instead of leading her away, he pulled her suddenly into his arms. She held herself stiffly for a moment, but as his intoxicating scent and warm embrace cocooned her, she melted against his broad chest. Closing her eyes, she let herself believe, for that one instant, that she was his.

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Intense. Exclusive. Invitation only. Do you have what it takes to be a pleasure sub? Masters Club, a private BDSM venue for serious players, is perfect for Dom Cameron Lord, who gives the kink lifestyle everything he’s got—except his heart… When he witnesses a lovely sub girl enduring a botched scene at a NYC public club, he sees her potential. She’ll make an excellent addition to the Masters Club. But as he steps closer, he recognizes her…and all bets should have been off. Aspiring young attorney Jess Cooper gets her release at the BDSM clubs around town, where she enjoys letting her inner sub fly. There’s nothing better than to be naked and bound, a stranger in black leather behind her wielding a whip. It’s the perfect anonymous relief from a stressful workweek. Until her worlds collide when Mr. Lord, the super sexy partner at her firm, watches her from the sidelines. Any hope that he hadn’t recognized her with her clothes off vanishes the very next day at the office. No, he doesn’t say a word about what he saw. His invitation says it all… At His Mercy is the first book in Claire Thompson’s new BDSM Romance series—Masters Club. If you enjoy powerful alpha men who aren’t afraid to take what they want, but give so much in return to the women they fall for, then this series is for you.
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Chapter 1

Cameron Lord watched from a distance, his eyes riveted to the scene. With each flick of the whip against her ass, his cock twitched with appreciation. From his vantage point, he could see only her back, and even that was partially obscured by the crowd that had gathered around the scene station, and the hulking man in leather wielding the whip.

He would have liked to see her face. Was it twisted in agony? Slack with submissive bliss? Her thick, copper-colored hair was piled loosely on her head, tendrils escaping at the nape of her long, slender neck. He pushed his way closer, seeking a better view.

She was naked, save for a pair of thong panties, her wrists and ankles cuffed against a cheap, portable St. Andrew’s cross. Her back was streaked with dark pink welts, the kind that stung like hell when delivered, but would probably have faded away by morning. Her ass was cherry red, some bruising evident where the rounded globes met her thighs.

Cameron didn’t normally bother with the public clubs. He’d only stopped by on a whim, on his way to his private club. His friend Grayson would have said he was slumming, but Cameron considered it more of a way to keep tabs on what the wider BDSM community was up to. And you never knew—there just might be a submissive diamond amidst the coal, waiting to be scooped up.

He edged closer to get a better look at the woman cuffed to the cross. He admired the long, lean curves of her youthful body. She flinched as the whip’s tip made contact with her flesh, but otherwise remained still and quiet. The man delivering the whipping was mechanical in his movements, seemingly devoid of passion.

The onlookers watched the unfolding scene with leering silence, several with their mouths hanging open. One guy actually had his hand down his pants.

Mildly disgusted, Cameron started to turn away, but a cry from the girl arrested his attention. Shouldering his way to the front of the motley assortment of gawkers, he saw the long red welt curling around her hip bone.

“That was your fault,” the man snapped. “I can’t aim properly when you’re jerking around.”

Cameron nearly said something, but held his tongue. What did he expect from a public club? The players here were rank amateurs.

The woman murmured something inaudible. Cameron moved closer, straining to hear.

“That was your fault, not mine. You moved,” the guy snapped. “I’m the boss, and it’s over when I say it’s over, and not a second before that, sub girl. I want to mark those perky tits of yours. Then, we’ll go to one of the private rooms where you’ll get on your knees and thank me properly.” He barked an ugly laugh.

This time the woman spoke loud enough for Cameron to hear. “Are you deaf or just stupid? I used my safeword. Let me down.”

A husky female voice from the crowd called out, “She used her safeword, asshole. End of story.”

The would-be Dom glanced back, glaring as his eyes moved over the people gathered there. Turning back to the girl, he snarled loudly, “Fucking prick tease. You said you could handle anything. Obviously not.”

Cameron had had enough. The guy was being a total jerk. He made a move forward, but before he could get close enough to intervene, the woman who had called out stepped onto the scene mat. She was maybe in her fifties, heavyset but still quite attractive in a black leather minidress that hugged her ample curves. “The girl said no, bub.” She put her hand on the man’s shoulder. “No means no, and safeword means end of scene. Capiche?”

The man shook himself away from the older woman’s touch. He glared around at the crowd, but found no sympathy there. “Fuck this,” he growled. Bending down, he grabbed his gear bag, stuffed his whip into it, and stalked away.

What a flaming asshole. Cameron had the urge to follow the guy, tap his shoulder, and when he turned around, punch him in the jaw.

But he stayed where he was, watching as the woman crouched to release the bound girl’s ankles and then stood, reaching up to unclip her wrist cuffs.

The naked girl lowered her arms and turned slowly from the cross. She was lovely, with round, high breasts, a long, slender torso and gently flaring hips. Cameron’s cock twitched in appreciation at the lovely sight.

His gaze moved up to her face. A jolt of recognition shot through him.

“Holy shit,” he mouthed silently. His brain was having a hard time connecting the dots as his two worlds collided.

Her hair had come out of its makeshift bun and now fell in a coppery tumble of loose curls to her shoulders. Her face was heart-shaped, her large green eyes bright. Her mouth was lush, the lips full and red, like a plump piece of fruit just waiting to be bitten. Why had he never noticed before how ravishingly beautiful this young woman was?

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He’s her biggest fan. She doesn’t know he exists. That’s about to change… Dark, passionate obsession drives Mark to abduct the woman of his dreams. Now that she belongs to him, he’ll teach her to submit, no matter how long it takes, no matter the cost to her sanity… At first, Alana resists her cruel captor at every turn. But as she's drawn deeper into his web of total control, the outside world slowly falls away… Then she’s faced with a choice.
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Chapter 1

Alana is naked in the white, empty room, her wrists strung high above her head, pulling her body taut. She lifts her head and whispers, “Mark. I love you. I’ve always loved you and only you.”

“And I love you, Alana, my beloved. My slave girl.”

Her legs are spread wide, held in place by a long bar of gleaming metal, attached cuffs securing each ankle. Her body is marked from the whip, each welt an offering. “I want to suffer for you, Sir,” she says in her low, husky voice. “I was born to suffer for you.”

“Yes,” he agrees.

She drops her head again, her dark shiny hair tousled and damp with perspiration. He brings the whip down, striking her supple flesh again and again, coiling it around her thigh, her breasts, the perfect globes of her ass. Her cries echo in the empty room.

Mark lay on the bed, his hand on his cock as he watched her on the screen. Alana Hunter was laughing toward him, her dark blue eyes beckoning him as he sighed. He’d watched this video a dozen times or more, but he never tired of it. When the male character began to unbutton Alana’s blouse, Mark moaned. He should be the only one to do that.

Soon he would be.

Soon Alana Hunter, adored by millions, would belong to Mark and Mark alone. On the screen, Alana pouted at her faux lover, her lips like ripe fruit begging to be bitten. It wouldn’t be long now, and Mark would be the only one to touch that lovely face, kiss those luscious lips, whip that perfect ass.

As Mark watched Alana surrender herself to her on-screen lover in the climactic final scene of the adventure-love story, longing dragged like a knife through his gut. He groaned as he pumped his cock, stroking in time to the movements of the lovers on the screen.

When she looked at the camera—at him—there was a sultry “I dare you” quality in her expression, but Mark knew she was an innocent. He’d followed her career for the past seven years with avid attention. Beyond the movies, he read every interview, scoured the internet for every story, feature and hint of gossip he could find, and wrote for several online blogs that catered to Alana Hunter fans.

Two years ago, he’d finally managed to get tickets to the screening of her latest movie, and that was the day he’d decided to stop living on the sidelines of Alana Hunter’s life. Seeing her in person had been the most thrilling moment of his existence to that point.

She had worn a simple but elegant blue dress that clung alluringly to her perfect curves. She’d walked with the easy confidence of the beautiful and adored along the receiving line, stopping every few feet to be photographed and to greet her fans. When she’d turned her dazzling smile on Mark, electricity had sparked between them. Though she looked away a moment later to smile at the next fan, they’d shared something unique.

It was at that moment he began to devise his plan.

The credits were rolling across the screen and he still hadn’t come. Closing his eyes, he let his favorite fantasy unfold once more…

Alana lifts her head, trying to focus those violet-blue eyes on her Master. Her breasts heave as she tries to catch her breath. “Thank you, Sir,” she gasps.

“For what?” Mark demands.

“For whipping me, Sir. I needed it, Sir. I need you, Sir. Fuck me, my Master, my darling…”

Mark could almost feel Alana in the room with him, her perfect mouth wrapped around his cock. With a grunt, he exploded onto his stomach and chest. “Once I own you, Alana,” he said aloud, “I’ll have you lick me clean.”

The autumn morning was crisp, a hint of snow in the air. Mark stood across the street from the studio where Alana Hunter was having her photo shoot for a women’s fashion magazine. It should have been over by now. He glanced impatiently at his watch. He recognized her driver’s car, a nondescript black sedan, its windows tinted to keep out prying eyes. It was parked near the back entrance of the studio on a narrow side street, ready to whisk away the woman of his dreams.

His heart leapt as the door opened and Alana came out, tossing her dark hair out of her face as she pulled her jacket more tightly around herself. She strode quickly toward the parked car. The passenger door was opened from inside, and she slipped in, shutting out any would-be autograph seekers or paparazzi before anyone even realized she was there.

Mark knew where she was going. It being midday in Manhattan, he knew he would get there as fast, if not faster, on foot.

Today she would be meeting with Lisa Carter, her personal assistant, for lunch at Caliente, the Mexican place on 6th Avenue in Greenwich Village. After lunch, she would go for her massage at Chez Paul, and then off to the studio to rehearse or do whatever she did in there. So far, he hadn’t been able to get into that studio. The damn security was too tight. He didn’t care, though. What did it matter?

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