Résultats pour "Property" dans Érotisme

Leather clad head to toe and bound... Kirsten eagerly says yes to this stunning proposal. Her transformation comes swiftly... from part-time submissive at an underground club, to the full-time property of Mr. Rose, she's now subject to her owner's sexual commands, to his discipline and even to the ruthless Mr. Lange who delights in tormenting her at every turn. When Kirsten finds out she isn’t-t the only girl Mr. Rose takes to bed, she rebels and flees, only to be caught and brought back to be punished-at the hands of a hooded, brown-eyed mystery man-the Executioner.

Marie doesn't need a complication like Horse. The massive, tattooed, badass biker who shows up at her brother's house one afternoon doesn't agree. He wants Marie on his bike and in his bed. Now. But Marie just left her abusive jerk of an ex-husband, and she's not looking for a new man. Especially one like Horse - she doesn't know his real name or where he lives, she's 90 percent certain he's a criminal and that the "business" he talks with her brother isn't website design.

When I went to Navarro Delgado's club planning to kill the bastard, he didn't just disarm me and spank me like a bad girl right there in front of his men. He made me come like a bad girl too. But not as brutally as I came when he tossed me onto his bed and ravaged me later that night, or as shamefully hard as I'm about to come right now as he ruts me with my ass still sore from his belt.

In the culmination of my dystopian near future stories that started with "The Science of Torture," this story focuses on Clara and Henry, roommates just trying to make it by as the world changes around them. Henry is incensed at the increasing government crackdowns and joins online forums that are trying to organize a revolution, thinking he is anonymous.

A huge and very particular appetite for a blonde, curvy, shifter who just happens to be my partner on my next mission. As a soldier of the Fae Corps, I must keep my hands off her, or risk the anger of both the Fae and the shifters. No problem then. I have the perfect solution. Temporary relationship? Check. Giving her multiple o's? You bet. Making her come until she’s completely lost sight of anything else but me and what I can do to her? That’s my specialty, folks.

Tall, dark, and muscled like a god, Beau Barnett is great with an axe. Every woman in Rockhead Point wants a taste of the mountain man. Including me. Except he doesn't even know my name. I'm just the girl behind the counter filling his coffee, while he grunts and grumbles, barely making eye contact. Then a newcomer with a charming smile and a fancy suit shows up in Rockhead Point, and refuses to take no for an answer when he asks me to dinner.

Purchased by an alien warlord. Destined to bear his children. Julia has grown up knowing that on her Auction Day, she would be sold to whichever alien warrior was willing to pay the highest price. Not wanting to leave her fate to chance, she arranges with a friend to be purchased by a Kyrzon she knows she can trust. But that plan is shattered the moment Chief Gurrak lays eyes on her and decides he can’t bear to let anyone else have her. He’ll do whatever it takes to make her his, even if it means bribing an auction official to let him buy her under the table.

Clover’s life was perfect a year ago. He’d found four men to love. Each essential to making him whole. Each one of them tough in their own way and part of a crew of mercenaries living on the wrong side of the law. Tank was his loving daddy. Pyro, the wild one, always pulled him into mischief. Boar taught him how to cook. And Drake showed him how to use knives in a wholly different fashion. All Clover wanted was to finally be an equal in the group. So, he trained, he pushed, and risked, but when real danger stared him in the face, he broke like a twig.

As Cami Davis stands in front of me in her nightgown, cheeks blushing and voice quavering, I know what she's come to ask me even before she can muster the courage to speak the words.

Sam, an aspiring mystery writer with more than a few OCD tendencies, purchases a little home in the country, hoping to find his creative genius in the peaceful solitude. Peace and quiet isn't in the cards when one cool summer evening, a mysterious and gorgeous stranger named Will shows up on his doorstep with a delicious chocolate cake and claiming ownership of the house. Instant attraction sparks between the two, but there's one big roadblock in the way of a blossoming romance; the deed to the house.

वरिष्ठ पत्रकार कमलेश जैन अरबपति परिवार की बहू पर इसलिए मर मिटा था क्योंकि वह खूबसूरत तो थी ही, साथ ही उसके पास करोड़ों की प्रौपटी भी थी.

I've always been insanely attracted to the club president. But as a club woman, I'm not on his radar. I shouldn't even wish to be on his radar since he's married. But when he decides I'm to be his fun for the night, I can't say no.

My mature friend Daniel is a real go-getter, so when he asks me on board his thriving property business, I jump at the chance. Daniel has a secret, though. Part of his method involves making love in the house he’s about to sell. He says it’s mandatory. I really want the job, and I kinda really want him, too, despite him being twice my age. Take me, Daniel, and have your way with me!

Jane's body hugged him closely, shaping to him as if her body was crafted to accommodate him. He kissed her languidly as he stroked within her slowly. Each glide massaged her deeply and intensely, and she moaned softly beneath him, the sounds making him feel powerful as he felt her tremble at his touch. There was no rush to his movements as he made love to her. He allowed the feeling of her body wrapped hot and wet around him erase the rest of the day and strengthen him for what waited in the morning.