Me being a total and absolute fan of Fifty shades of grey, this was THE book for me! and let me tell you - it didn't disappoint !!also the extra + point was british slang that I absolutely ADORE and it was great to read it and I caught myself smiling often at some of the phrases hihih :) what can...
I’m running for the stairs, then take them three at a time—I can definitely shift a bit when the situation calls for it. I charge down the landing towards Rosie who is standing at the open door to Nathan’s room. Her fingers are pressed into her ashen cheeks, her continuous screaming just getting ...
And she’ll come mincing in here, looking for her breakfast. All smiles and willing to please. If only you knew, darling… Nathan Darke scowls at his omelette, prods it grumpily with his fork. He’s aware of the presence of his supremely tactful housekeeper sitting beside him at the breakfast table,...
I turn the handle and push the door ajar, but I don’t go any farther. He wasn’t specific about just where I should undress, but as he made it clear that my clothes should be left outside I assume he means me to enter the room naked. I want to please him so I take a few moments to unbutton my blou...
Eva wonders why I’m not collecting Barney and uses that as an excuse to take a walk over the moors to Greystones to find out what has happened to me. She only has to look at me and she knows the score. “Show me.” “No!” “Yes. Skirt up, knickers down.” “Christ, you sound like Tom. And I’m not weari...
Callum usually turned up at around nine in the morning, and Rachel would more often than not have Jacob safely deposited at the child minder’s and coffee ready for him. Sometimes they’d spend the morning together, usually in her bedroom but over the course of those weeks they tried out pretty muc...
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We cross the foyer toward the cloakroom, and Dan nods politely to Gerald, still hovering and eying me suspiciously. I produce a small ticket from the back pocket of my jeans and slide it across the counter to the receptionist-come-attendant in charge of personal possessions. Freya explained befor...
How did I end up here, a collared sub? Tony’s collared sub. Shit! Thea’s head was whirling as she stretched out on her Dom’s bed, waiting for him to re-emerge from the bathroom. Despite the inner turmoil raging within, one certainty presented itself, head and shoulders abo...
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I can hear music, something classical by the sound of it, vaguely familiar. I roll onto my back, wincing slightly as my bottom connects with the soft leather. I’m pleasantly sore, aware of my body in a way I don’t recall ever before. I’m still naked but a light quilt has been tossed over me, and ...
Harry scrubs up well too, choosing a dark gray business suit for this evening. I love him in his casual jeans and T-shirts, but for me there has always been something deeply sensual about a handsome man in a well-tailored suit. Harry fits the bill perfectly. By the time he’s fixed me with that se...
The lady herself pops in to satisfy herself that I have all I need and that the dress is a good fit. She has me stand before her whilst she fiddles with the hem.“It suits ye very well. I’m glad, for it has been one of my favourites. I’d like you to keep this gown, treasure it, please. As a remind...
I arrive promptly at seven each Friday morning, let myself in the back door. Tom’s usually there, and we often share breakfast. Sometimes bacon and eggs, sometimes cereals, sometimes porridge. I never liked porridge much before, but the way Tom makes it is lovely and creamy. He always decides wha...
Dim, cloudy, swirling. Pain, intense pain, burning, searing pain. A voice, harsh, angry, cursing words. Lifting, moving. “No, stop, please… Hurts.” “Sorry, angel. Christ, I’m sorry. Lie still, let me help you.” Soft, comfortable, gentle hands, soothing, cool. “Aah!” More sharp pain intruding, spe...
Is that the right answer? I have no idea what to do, how to respond. Thankfully, Nicholas Hardisty lets it go at that, kindly not pressing me. In fairness, the most I could possibly communicate to him is my all-stop signal, and neither of us wants that. Yet.He steps away. Or I think he does. I ca...
Still fully dressed, and his wonderful cock safely tucked away inside his zipped jeans, Tom stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me. For what seemed like hours he just stood and gazed, though in reality I suppose it was just a couple of minutes. Then, calm and unhurried, he walked around th...
This is definitely not the quickest route from Barrow to Kendal. I glance across at Nick, frowning in puzzlement. He doesn’t even look at me, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. But he’s aware I’m awake, and clearly looking for some sort of explanation for this detour. “I thought you’d be better at...
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“What?” “Four pounds thirty-five.” The taxi driver twisted in his seat to peer at her over his shoulder. Eugenie glanced out of the window, astonished to realize they were back, parked outside the county council headquarters in Morpeth—and the driver wanted to be paid. She scrabbled in her bag fo...
White envelope. It’s made of heavy paper, expensive looking. My name and address on the front, and some other words in large, bold letters. I recognize some of the letters. A word starting with ‘P’ and with a ‘v’ in it. Probably ‘Private’. Not so sure about the other word, that’s just a jumble. A...
Even so, the high-end Nissan spends the day lording it in his driveway. While he’s in Leeds availing himself of the technical wizardry which is my satnav, I keep myself occupied putting the finishing touches to my nursery signage project and exchanging final proofs with th...
I suspect you may be losing your touch, brother.” I shift and stir among the bedclothes, reaching for my blanket as a chill whispers across my body. I am naked and sore in some most unfamiliar places. I roll onto my back as the owner of the voice makes further observations...
You need to get moving.” Dan’s voice is soft, soothing—a sweet whisper against my ear. I turn toward him, my eyes opening just a fraction. “What? Where…?” “You’ve been asleep. But it’s time to get up. Your visitors will be here soon.” “Visitors?” I mumble, confused. Visitors! I come fully a...
Four whole, endless weeks, and still no word. He’d promised to be in touch, at least to let her know how his interview went, maybe even come back if he was in the area again. But so far, nothing. Imogen thought back to that last morning, that grey, drizzling Monday when she’d set her alarm to be ...