Pain of the pleasurable variety was all I needed—and Master Zum provided it. I visited Marshall Cottage for one thing only—to be pleasured by Master Zum and the exquisite pain he offered. Actually, that was a lie. I visited to see him, to be touched by him in ways that told me he wasn’t just there for sex. Love, that’s what I wanted from him, to go along with the adoration I was so willing to shower on him. He was alluring, commanding, and I tingled all over every time he was near. I needed him, longed for him, and our time together was never a disappointment. Nipple clamps, they were the order of the night—among other things. Could I handle them? Could I reach that sweet place I wanted to be while he administered his brand of pain? Yes. Yes, I could.

I wanted Master Stephen. The thing was, would he want me? I’d been visiting Marshall Cottage for a while, watching a certain Dom who never seemed to have a sub of his own. He borrowed other people’s, giving them a slap here, a nipple tweak there, seemingly confident and comfortable with himself. But I was shocked to find he wasn’t any of those things—until he took control as a Master. I wanted him as mine. Would he agree to dominate me? Give me the pain I desired? I aimed to make that happen and couldn’t wait to see how things played out. I’d observed him for long enough. It was time to step up and take what I wanted—and every beautiful bite of pain he was willing to dish out. Would he also give me the love I craved? A permanent relationship where we shared everything? A girl could hope, couldn’t she?

People think I’m the Dominant and Dan is the sub. In reality, it’s the other way around. My husband, Dan, enjoyed being naked on his hands and knees, a dog leash around his neck while I paraded him about. People at Marshall Cottage undoubtedly thought I was the Dominant and that he was the sub. Who wouldn’t? Outside appearances said just that. In reality, though, he was the one telling me what to do and how to act. He called the shots. Giving out the wrong impression made Dan horny as hell, while I often wondered whether fooling people meant we were being not only dishonest with them, but with ourselves too. Marshall Cottage was putting on a show night, and while we waited for the main event, Dan and I somehow made it onto the stage, giving a show of our own. Would it become clear to all who watched who was really in charge? Would they believe it? Or would our attempt in showing who we really were go completely unnoticed?

Bound to the Billionaire by Natalie Dae, Justine Elyot, Desiree Holt, Amy Valenti, Wendi Zwaduk, Sierra CartwrightIf you enjoyed Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L James, or Bared to You by Sylvia Day, then this book might just be for you! Make this one of your top romance novels of the year!'Bared to Him' by Sierra CartwrightWhen stern, handsome, powerful, and rich Phillip Dettmer offers to all make Myka Monroe’s BDSM fantasies come true, she’s oh so tempted. She has always dreamed of being with a man who would be relentless in his expectations, a Dom who will push her to the edge, giving her the climaxes she craves and the bondage she needs.'Made for Him' by Desiree HoltMicah Sheridan is a self-made billionaire who has the world at his fingertips. He can have any woman he wants but they all seem to leave him unfulfilled. What he really wants is a woman who can submit to him completely in the bedroom but who is a strong person out in the world. An equal match for him.Enter Teri Choate who heads an executive search agency. She’s searching, too—for a man who can master her in bed yet allow her strong personality to flourish beyond the bedroom door. The chemistry between them is so explosive it should come with a warning.'Waiting for Him' by Natalie DaeShara is about to get a paddling, one that will test her pain threshold and take her to new levels. But she’s determined to show her Dom, John, that she can take whatever he can give her.John is determined to show Shara that saying their safe word when she can’t take any more is an act of trust, not one of her being weak. Her safety is his primary concern and he will stop play if he feels she’s approaching the point where even subspace won’t save her.'Come to Him' by Justine ElyotErin has her future all planned out. A postgraduate qualification, leading to a life in academia. There's only one snag — she needs money. She only needs enough to pay for her studies, so she's not quite prepared for the size of the winning bid.What kind of man would pay a million pounds for a love slave? Thrown into an unfamiliar world of luxurious isolation, Erin knows she will need to be strong to tough this contract out. Will Erin's submission please her new master-for-a-month? And what if a month isn't long enough?'Play to Him' by Wendi ZwadukRhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.'Die for Him' by Amy ValentiBillionaires aren’t amongst Mia’s favourite clients. She’s a bodyguard, and in her experience only the morally defunct alpha males make the big bucks. So when she’s assigned to guard Dean Tremaine’s luscious body, she doesn’t expect to be more than superficially attracted to him.She might have underestimated how much she wants him, but he’s just as used to getting his own way as she expects. And when her main concern is his safety, the last thing she needs is for him to disregard her instructions, or to distract her with his provocative behaviour.

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Meeting your man online can be the best thing you’ve ever done… Carrie Marsh and Rob Edwards have been speaking to one another over the Internet for two years. The time has come to cement their love and meet. Carrie waits for Rob’s train, excitement spiraling through her, for she has planned a night to remember. Rob is shy, and Carrie intends to show him how to unleash his sexy side during a series of sexual encounters—the first one up against a tree where anyone could spot their antics…

I was addicted to Master Red as much as he seemed to be addicted to me… It had been hard to adjust to Master Red as he was known, who lavished praise and endearments on me as easily as scattering confetti. They sailed down, covering me, filling me with awe, and at first I’d wondered whether that was just his way. But something told me I meant far more to him than I’d imagined. I needed the pleasure-pain he could give me—and if I were honest, love too. I couldn’t live without it. Or him. So when he took me into the voyeur room and made it clear he intended for us to put on a public show, I was excited that we were going to the next level. There were so many more levels after that and I wanted to experience them. I was ready for whatever he had to give. And I intended to enjoy taking.

Master M sometimes denied me permission—but not tonight. No, I was in charge this time… Standing on stage with Master M, ready to perform in front of guests in Marshall Cottage, I remembered the past. How I’d met my Master came tumbling back into my mind—and why he’d created a place for BDSM lovers to play. I adored him, wanted what was best for him, as he did for me. But the question was, could I get him to obey me this time, instead of the other way around? He told me to always keep a part of myself to myself—to never give everything. The thing was, I wanted to give him everything. Every little bit of me. While we played out a scene on stage, the past continuing to stream through my mind, things began to change. He changed—giving me, and himself, permission to fully let go. His hands on me. His whispers in my ear. His complete trust. I wanted it all—forever.

I needed a Master to satisfy my cravings. Would Mr M find the perfect man for me? Master Connor was everything I’d ever wanted. How could I only visit him once a week without getting heavily involved? The truth was, I couldn’t. He was my dream Master and I aimed to be his dream sub. The thing was, I knew I’d fall in love with him, given half the chance. How could I not? He was charming, a good-looking man any woman would want as their own—and I quickly realised I wanted to make sure no other woman would have him. Did I have the courage to believe his words, though? He seemed sincere… There was only one way to find out. Let myself agree to love him and see where the future took us. Otherwise, all he’d be was a one-night stand…