Servitude Sessions: Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Michelle Barlow

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Teaser: 

"Well, do I just lie down and spread my legs, or what?" she asked.
"I suggested our living together for a reason," he told her. "You see, I want us to get to know each other and understand one another. There'll be times when all I'll want to do is talk with you."
"But this isn't one of those times," Sharon said, not knowing why she should feel apprehensive.
"No, this isn't one of those times," he agreed, motioning for her to sit on a small divan at the far end of the bedroom.
She did so, tucking her legs under her. Her nightie was so short, he was able to see her panty-covered crotch. It was obvious from the way his eyes were staring that he enjoyed the sight of her unfettered breasts bobbing with her breathing, making her nightie move up and down.
"It's obvious," he said to her, "from our previous encounter, that it was your first sexual experience."

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Servitude Sessions

Michelle Barlow

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

It therefore came as a shock to her when her father asked her to meet him one day outside the hospital to discuss her financial future. Necessity, she soon learned, had to take the place of accustomed luxury.

Zest was the one thing with which she had been filled all during high school, college, and medical school. At no time did it occur to her that her parents might run out of money, and she had spent rampantly, making fun of the other students who had to work in order to pay their way through school.

Color drained from her face when her father told her the bad news.

"How did it happen?" she wanted to know.

"A series of bad investments," he replied. "Really, I have just enough money left to take your mother to Florida and buy a small condominium so we can live out the rest of our lives in peace. I hope you can find some way to support yourself, because at this point there's nothing I can do."

"All right, father," she nodded. "I understand."

But she didn't understand. Suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, she was poverty-stricken. She, who had spent her life alternating between studying and looking down at everyone else because they were incapable of earning money like her father, was now one of them.

As an intern, she would earn some small sum of money, but it would hardly be enough to keep her in the luxury apartment near the hospital. By the same token, she was unable to move back into her parents' home because that house was being sold and her parents would be down in Florida in less than a week.