Hailey has always lived a life of luxury, and as a Dominatrix, she dominates some of the most powerful and influential men in the world. But when she meets Logan, she knows immediately she wants to own him completely. He’s rich, powerful, and would look amazing under her stiletto heels. The only problem is that he has a wife and a family.
But Hailey won’t be denied, and she sets a diabolical plan into motion to steal Logan away from his family. First, she will humiliate him, and then she will use him harder than she has ever used a lowly man before. And when he’s on his knees, completely broken, she’s going to make him hers forever – even if she has to give Logan’s wife photos of him doing the most degrading and twisted acts imaginable.
Product Warning – This book contains sexually explicit scenes, which include female domination, pegging, humiliation, and exhibitionism.
“What are you talking about?” Logan’s brow wrinkled slightly as he regarded her.
“I mean I’m going to take control of your life tonight, dear.” She leaned forward, and roughly grabbed the back of his hair, and kissed him hard. Her lips mashed against his, and she increased the pressure until he gasped in pain.
She pulled his head back, and released him, before straightening up. “I’ve chosen you to be my slave, and I can finally let out my true dominant side.”
“You mean when you were dominating me before- “
Hailey cut him off. “I was only being the sexy Mistress you wanted. Some cock sucking, followed by a light spanking. Do you really think that’s what a Mistress wants? Now I’m going to do what I want. And first of all, you’re going to sign some papers for me.”
“Have you gone crazy?” Logan asked, half rising to his feet.
She grabbed the front of his shirt, and twisted it in her fist, forcing him back to his knees. “Did I say get up, worm?”
Logan gaze darted from side to side, but he sank back to his knees. “What is on the papers?”
“It’s nothing to worry your little male brain about,” she said.
“I’m not signing shit, until you tell me what it is,” he said, his eyebrows sinking into a deep grimace.
Hailey sighed, and walked over to pick up a remote from the breakfast bar near the kitchen. “Are we really going to have to do this?”
“Do what?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of him. “What the hell has happened to you? It’s like you’re a totally different person tonight.”
“I’ve chosen you,” she said, shrugging, her round breasts nearly slipping free of her top. She made a small surprised sound, and adjusted them with her hands and smiled. “That was a close one.”
“Oh yeah,” Logan said, “the horror.”
“Well, I’m not quite ready to go topless, yet,” she said, pressing a button on the remote. The television mounted on the far wall sprang to life, the image of her and Logan on it.
“You taped me?” he said, the color draining from his face.
“You said you wanted to be outed and humiliated,” she said, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“But taping me…” His eyes widened as he watched the screen. On it, Hailey was forcing him down, and holding an enormous black strap-on in one fist.
“Oh no,” he whispered.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said, biting her lip, and trying to fight down her rising urges. “This is the time I fucked you silly. How did you explain to your wife why you couldn’t walk, anyways?”
“I told her I had hemorrhoids.”
Hailey burst out laughing, and raised a hand in front of her mouth. “Did you really?”
“What else was I supposed to say?” he said, glaring at the floor as though it had angered him.
She licked her lips, and looked down at him kneeling on the floor. “You could have told her your sexy Mistress popped your cherry. You could have said I bent you over with my massive strap-on cock, and took your slutty little ass. But why tell her, when I can show her the tape?”