Twenty-three-year-old Olivia Rogers thought her desperate need to be owned, punished, and taken in the most shameful of ways was a secret known only to her, but she was wrong. Had she known the Institute existed, she would not have been so surprised to find herself captured, stripped bare, spanked soundly, and thoroughly dominated by a muscle-bound Institute trainer.
Gabriel’s job at the Institute is simple. He teaches girls like Olivia exactly what it means to be owned, and he shows them both the intense pleasure of submission and the painful consequences for their beautiful bare bottoms if they attempt to defy their natural yearning to be mastered. Even Olivia’s most private places will be explored and enjoyed by Gabriel and the other trainers, and their skilled, dominant lovemaking will leave her quivering with desire and aching for more.
But though her training at the Institute is intended to prepare her to belong to a powerful billionaire who will pay handsomely for her, there is another man with an interest in Olivia, a former lover determined to win her back. But how far will he be prepared to go to reclaim her?
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 42,500 Words
Excerpt
“If you take off your underwear,” Gabriel said. “I’ll only spank you with my hand. If we have to take it off for you, you’ll get the punishment strap.” Olivia watched in horrified fascination as he reached under the bench into a storage compartment and brought out a length of stiff leather with a wooden handle.
“I know there’s a part of you,” Gabriel continued relentlessly, “that wants to know what this strap feels like, Olivia. I advise you not to give into that part right now. You’ll feel the strap soon enough, I’m sure, but for now it’s very important that you learn to obey me. Take off your underwear.”
“Please don’t spank me,” Olivia whispered. “I’ll… I’ll be good.”
“I’m going to spank you either way, honey. It’s time for you to feel a man’s firm hand on your little bottom, to start getting you ready for your new life.”
Honey. New life. The words whirled around her mind.
She looked at the strap in his hand. No, of course she didn’t want to know what it felt like. Did she?
Long and black, stitched from several layers of leather, obviously. If a man punished you with it over his lap, you would have to suck his cock, and then bend over when he told you to, so that he could use you the way men with straps used girls. Or he would make you bend over a desk, the arm of a couch, or a bed, before he whipped you with the strap. Then he would just lower his pants, take hold of your hips, and thrust inside, whether you wanted to have sex or not.
She looked down at her bare knees. She reached her hands behind her to unhook her bra.
“Good girl,” Gabriel said. “You made the right choice.”
Olivia didn’t look up at him as she shrugged the bra off. One of the hooded men took it and put in the corner. The pavement of the interstate was uneven for a moment, and Olivia drew a quick breath as her breasts bounced a bit with the motion of the van. Her little pink nipples, on C-cup breasts, stood straight out.
Gabriel put his left hand out to take her right breast in his fingers, run his thumb over the nipple. “Very nice.”
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