Bound for Him: (A Billionaire BDSM Boxed Set - 9 Stories) the Bacchanalia Collection by Juniper Leigh

Author:Juniper Leigh [Leigh, Juniper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Fiction, BDSM, Romance, Short Stories (Single Author)
Goodreads: 23669936
Publisher: Enamored Ink
Published: 2014-11-22T00:00:00+00:00

Part Two: Worth Billions

When I woke up the next morning, Michael had vanished and I wasn’t even certain I’d felt him in the bed beside me at all – perhaps it had been my mind playing tricks on me. I had to be careful: I couldn’t let myself fall for this man. He possessed the potential to totally destroy me, and I was enjoying living a life of luxury for the first time in my life.

Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I tugged on a pink satin robe and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, shuffling toward the kitchen as I attempted to comb my fingers through my knotted hair. Michael sat at the marble island, perched on a stool with the morning paper in his hand, and an iPad on the counter in front of him. I smiled at the sight of him in his plaid flannel pajama pants, his rich, mahogany hair all askew. “Good morning,” I murmured, moving directly to the coffee pot and pouring myself a cup. “Did you sleep here last night?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, rising to his feet and dropping the newspaper down onto the counter. “I wanted to make sure you were ok after… everything.”

“Of course I am,” I said, stirring milk and sugar into the coffee, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Four different men fucked you last night,” he said, rather coldly I thought. I fetched a tray of freshly cut melon from the refrigerator and pretended to be distracted by the business of sitting down to breakfast. “You had your every orifice used, like some…” I froze and shot a glare his way.

“Whore?” I finished for him.

He didn’t say anything, just stood very still, his eyes wide and wild and locked on me. “Well, isn’t that what I am?” I went on, putting a few pieces of melon onto a small plate and bringing it, and my coffee, to the kitchen table. “I mean, you pay me to be here.”

“I pay you to work at the club,” he protested.

“Please, Michael,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, ok, so I serve some drinks. But what is it that you really pay me for? The last time I had a shift at the club, you put me in a cage and I sucked you off through the bars.”

“That isn’t what I’m paying you for,” he said. “You don’t have to do any of that. All you have to do is show up for your shift.”

“Right,” I said, unconvinced. “And anyway, I don’t see what you’re getting so touchy about. You asked me to – how did you put it? – entertain your friends.” I took a bite of melon and turned my gaze away, agitated.

I heard him sigh and he came around the island to join me at the kitchen table. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low. “I’m sorry. I know. I did ask.”

“So then what is your problem?”

He gave a slow shake of his head and helped himself to a sip of my coffee.

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