Taken for Breeding: Bred in Gold Chains
SEDUCED BY HIS WEALTH. BOUND BY HIS
SECRETS.
Maximillian Sorbeg is the name of desperation. Or, at least, it is when Tasha first hears it. The out of luck model's career disintegrated after a twisted ankle on the runway, and her money is thinning fast.
Luckily, a friend lends her a way out with unique contacts that have nothing to do with the fashion industry. One phone call later leads Tasha into a high risk submission contract offering more wealth than she can imagine. Meeting with Maximillian means entering a powerful world of dominant wealth, where nothing is predictable.
Tasha thinks she can meet the reclusive billionaire's stern demands. However, the gulf between them extends to his tastes, including desires that the young woman dare not imagine...or refuse.
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This story magnifies obsession, submission, and passionate impregnation to billionaire heights. An erotic romance novelette of over 9,500 words.
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EXCERPT
"What's your name?" He asked, straightening his lapels.
"Tasha, sir."
"I'm pleased that you know how to address me. That's an encouraging sign, but far from the only one I need. I've been fooled before by sluts who thought they were cunning," he spat the word out, his face flashing with anger. "Let me make sure the product fits its packaging."
His hands shot to the straps of her long black dress, roughly tugging them aside. There was nothing gentle or loving about his grip as he unwrapped her.
A product, just like he said, she thought. Her mind wanted to hide from its exposed position, but Maximillian dragged her back as he started to tear at the bra strap clinging to her back.
"Very good so far. Turn around," he ordered, yanking off the strap as he did. Her round breasts fell forward and her arms instinctively moved to cover them.
He ran his hot hand over her naked back. She was down to nothing but the lacy black panties she had chosen for their first meeting, the most expensive pair in her wardrobe.
"What's this? Trying to impress me?" Tasha heard the sardonic amusement in his voice, a faint warning she failed to recognize before he grabbed the waistband to her panties.
The billionaire bared his teeth as he yanked them roughly away, tearing until he heard the fabric snap. Tasha squealed and turned around in alarm, her face wrinkled in horror. She was just in time to see him bring the shredded cloth to his nose.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, as though he were sampling a fine spice. "This cheap material doesn't impress me. The smell and feel of it, however..."
He grabbed her arms, forcing them apart. Tasha's breasts bobbed before him, but he wasn't aiming for those. He wanted to keep her hands away from covering herself as he reached lower, aiming for the wetness between her legs.
She shuddered as he found her slit, roughly parting the folds and sliding two of his rock hard fingers in. He stared her in the face as he moved up and down, testing her tight, slick cavern. His face lit up with a long smile.
Maximillian Sorbeg is the name of desperation. Or, at least, it is when Tasha first hears it. The out of luck model's career disintegrated after a twisted ankle on the runway, and her money is thinning fast.
Luckily, a friend lends her a way out with unique contacts that have nothing to do with the fashion industry. One phone call later leads Tasha into a high risk submission contract offering more wealth than she can imagine. Meeting with Maximillian means entering a powerful world of dominant wealth, where nothing is predictable.
Tasha thinks she can meet the reclusive billionaire's stern demands. However, the gulf between them extends to his tastes, including desires that the young woman dare not imagine...or refuse.
***
This story magnifies obsession, submission, and passionate impregnation to billionaire heights. An erotic romance novelette of over 9,500 words.
***
EXCERPT
"What's your name?" He asked, straightening his lapels.
"Tasha, sir."
"I'm pleased that you know how to address me. That's an encouraging sign, but far from the only one I need. I've been fooled before by sluts who thought they were cunning," he spat the word out, his face flashing with anger. "Let me make sure the product fits its packaging."
His hands shot to the straps of her long black dress, roughly tugging them aside. There was nothing gentle or loving about his grip as he unwrapped her.
A product, just like he said, she thought. Her mind wanted to hide from its exposed position, but Maximillian dragged her back as he started to tear at the bra strap clinging to her back.
"Very good so far. Turn around," he ordered, yanking off the strap as he did. Her round breasts fell forward and her arms instinctively moved to cover them.
He ran his hot hand over her naked back. She was down to nothing but the lacy black panties she had chosen for their first meeting, the most expensive pair in her wardrobe.
"What's this? Trying to impress me?" Tasha heard the sardonic amusement in his voice, a faint warning she failed to recognize before he grabbed the waistband to her panties.
The billionaire bared his teeth as he yanked them roughly away, tearing until he heard the fabric snap. Tasha squealed and turned around in alarm, her face wrinkled in horror. She was just in time to see him bring the shredded cloth to his nose.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, as though he were sampling a fine spice. "This cheap material doesn't impress me. The smell and feel of it, however..."
He grabbed her arms, forcing them apart. Tasha's breasts bobbed before him, but he wasn't aiming for those. He wanted to keep her hands away from covering herself as he reached lower, aiming for the wetness between her legs.
She shuddered as he found her slit, roughly parting the folds and sliding two of his rock hard fingers in. He stared her in the face as he moved up and down, testing her tight, slick cavern. His face lit up with a long smile.
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