Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week something special, my novel IN EXPERT HANDS has had a makeover - new title, new cover. The content in HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE remains the same as In Expert Hands, and as anyone who has read it previously will know, phew, that content is smokin' hot!
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When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.
Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.
The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?
Publisher’s Note: Her Dominant Billionaire includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously published under the title In Expert Hands.
From the hallway she heard a ping. The elevator had been called down to reception. He was here.
She rushed to the piano and stretched herself over it, ass in the air. The wooden surface was cool against her skin as she rested her cheek on it and stared out at the rooftops.
God, what was she doing?
What if it wasn’t him?
What if he had company?
She lifted up. Glanced over at the bedroom door. Should she dart back inside? Fuck it. This was her plan. She could do this.
She tipped forward again, parted her legs. When he walked from the hall area into the main room, he’d see her buttocks facing him and waiting to be reddened. He’d see her pussy peeking out, ready to be fucked.
She swallowed; her mouth was dry and her heart tripping along. As she breathed, the warm air from her lungs fogged the surface of the piano.
A distant swoosh signaled that the elevator had arrived.
She strained to listen. Hoping to hell she wouldn’t hear voices.
She didn’t.
After a few seconds, the elevator doors shut and one set of footsteps walked into the room. She stayed utterly still.
He stopped.
She clenched her fists.
“Imogen,” he said, a question sitting in the way he’d spoken.
“I want you to spank me, flog me, do whatever it is you need to do.” She moved her hips from left to right.
“That’s a very tempting offer.”
She glanced over her shoulder and saw him shrug out of his suit jacket. He draped it over the sofa and took a step closer.
“I’m sorry if I didn’t hit the spot for you last night,” she said. “Do whatever you need to do to me now.”
“Why would you say that about last night?”
He walked right up to the piano, but instead of stopping behind her, as she’d expected him to, he sat at the stool in front of the keys and looked up at her.
“Because I know what you’re into and we didn’t do that. None of it.”
“I told you sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.”
“But—”
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Imogen. I needed nothing more than to make love to you the way I did last night.” He smiled and closed the case over the keys. “There was nothing lacking, nothing at all, so please don’t think that was the case.” He paused. “Unless there was something missing for you?”
“No, no, there wasn’t.” She shut her eyes. Damn it. She’d been stupid to offer her bare ass to him. He’d think she was mad or certainly naïve.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said. He raised his right hand and undid the cuff. He then rolled it three times, very neatly, very precisely.
Imogen watched as he repeated the action with his left sleeve. When he’d done it, she started to stand straight.
“No,” he said, setting his gaze on her. “Stay like that.”
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