Elise Connor has always been forced to clean up her brother's messes. Now, though, he's gotten himself in hot water with dangerous millionaire James Goran and needs his baby sister to help him out one more time. In order to save their ailing father from the shock, disappointment, and certain bankruptcy, Elise agrees to go visit Goran and help pay off the debt. What the billionaire really wants comes as a surprise to the nubile waitress. This sample chapter contains elements of dark romance, pain, pleasure, alpha males, and brooding businessmen. Be sure to read the rest of the story!

Elise Connor signed a contract making her billionaire Jason Goran's latest pet, and he's determined to make sure she's well cared for. He arranges for a visit from Dr. Kyle Roberts and his slave to examine and pamper the little submissive. EXCERPT \\\\\*“I don’t think this is necessary,” I said nervously. “I’ll remember that you’re in charge.” “Pretty,” his eyes took a hard edge. “You were doing well. Don’t make this more difficult. Or instead of three, you’ll get ten.” My feet dragged slowly over the floor as I moved closer to him. His hand snaked out and grabbed my arm, pulling me over his leg. I whimpered softly, shifting a bit. I could feel the tight, thick muscles in his legs and the firm grip he had on my arm. I felt vulnerable and completely exposed. \\\\\*

Elise signed the contract and made it through her first night. She has been medically inspected and passed with flying colors. Now, she's collared and owned, and training is underway. But what does a training collar mean? And is Goran in this just for the sex, or something more? \\\\\I stood slowly, keeping my eyes on him, and lifted my leg as I was standing next to the bed. I heard his breath catch as the daylight streamed through the skirt of the dress. In the mirror behind him, I could see the outline of my legs through the fabric. Slowly, I pulled the skirt up to my thigh, and it draped down the side. I slipped the stocking on and slowly rolled it up my leg. I grabbed the garter and affixed it at the top of the thigh-high. As I repeated the process with the other leg, I heard James move closer to me. His hand stroked my exposed thigh, pushing the fabric higher... I straightened up and started to pull my leg off the bed, but his hand snaked out and grabbed a hank of hair. I cried out, raising my hand to his.\\\\\

Just as she's settling in as billionaire James Goran's sub, Elise finds her Master has to take a business trip just while he's training her. Her Dom, however has made arrangements to continue her training at a very special place, the place where all the Oswosso Hills pets are trained. Her introduction to the society is shocking and erotically painful! \\\*Swallowing thickly, I leaned forward to unzip the dress. My fingers fumbled clumsily for the tag as I struggled to reach it. Finally, James leaned forward and grabbed one of the spaghetti straps. With a sharp tug, he ripped it free. I looked at him in shock as he repeated the process with the other strap. “Take off your dress,” his voice was even and deliberate, each word pronounced very carefully. I slid the top down to my hips and lifted them to push the fabric down my legs and off my feet. It joined the pile on the floor of the car, and I looked regretfully at the now ruined dress. Normally, my nudity was followed with touching or sex and I waited impatiently for his hands to caress my secret places. His touch never came, though. I spent the rest of the ride in a semi-desirous state of longing on those cool gray seats. The leather warmed up against my skin, but I felt isolated on that seat next to James. \\\*

Elise enters into pet training at the Kennel Club and makes a new friend, the innocently sexy Paige. She introduces Elise to the sapphic pleasures awaiting her as a pet, but Paige belongs to Bettine de Ronneur, a mysterious and beautiful woman with a dark connection to James Goran, the billionaire who owns Elise. Plus, a final lesson awaits Elise before she can return home with James. This explicit story contains the following elements: bondage, forced orgasms, BDSM lifestyle, graphic lesbian sex, whipping \\\\\*“I’ll take that as a no then,” she grinned. “Have you ever wanted to be with a woman?” “I never really thought about it.” “You should,” the girl nodded sagely. “My name is Paige.” “Elise,” I smiled tentatively. “Well, Elise,” Paige whispered, picking up her empty bowl. “I’ll find you in the garden today.” I was surprised at the prickling of curiosity and desire I felt growing inside me. \\\\\*

James has come to collect his freshly trained pet, and Elise is thrilled to be back in her Master's arms, until he drops a bombshell. She is the main entertainment at a party in her honor, and he expects her to service everyone who demands it. Will she be able to follow her orders or will this be too much for her to bear? EXCERPT - \\\\\*I lifted the elegant mask out gently. The back was lined with creme colored satin, and would rest snugly against my face. Two rich brown ribbons trailed behind. When the mask was tied behind my head, the ribbons would disappear into my hair. The porcelain front was breathtaking. Inlaid with gold and pearls, offset with long white plumes, the mask only increased the angelic aspect of my outfit. I shifted awkwardly as the maid raised the mask to my face, tightening the ribbons behind my head. I stared in shock at the creature in the mirror. The mask aided the untouchable, innocent aura, and it was a lie. I thought back over the past two months. I had gone from barmaid to kept woman. I had been chained, beaten, whipped, tied. Now, I thought harshly, I was about to submit to a gangbang. By the end of the night, I was to be stuffed and filled by at least fifteen men, likely more. \\\\\*

By now, Elise is used to being billionaire James Goran's poker prize. She's been trained and collared and thoroughly used. Now, James and Elise are off to another party, a charity poker tournament hosted by Goran's rival, Bettine de Ronneur. Bettine has a private game in mind, and she wants James to put Elise up as collateral. But James would never do that to Elise, or would he? EXCERPT: As the party started to wind down, several people were escorted into a back room, James and I among them. I stood behind him, half-interested, as cards crossed the table, piles of chips growing and falling. After a few hours, people started to leave and James began to stretch. Morgan leaned back, her eyes on Bettine. “One final hand,” Bettine smiled. “Just between us… And let’s make it interesting. If you win, I’ll sign over that division of my company you’ve been dying for.” “And if you win,” James queried. His body language seemed to indicate a lack of concern, but I saw the tell tale signs that he was wound tighter than a spring. “Your pet,” Bettine looked at me for the first time. I could feel the cold shock in the pit of my belly. “I want her for a week.”

Elise has come to accept and enjoy her position as James Goran's pet. However, his ex has made it clear she wishes to be the queen of his castle and she views Elise as little more than an annoyance in her path. How can Elise argue with that when she has nothing to show that James feels differently? But a sudden surprise makes Elise realize that she needs to stand for herself, her future, and make James see her as more than a pet, but as a woman. I hid my hurt and shuffled back to the dressing room with the blue dress. The red dress collapsed at my feet as I studied myself in the mirror. I was pretty, but not glamorous or gorgeous like Morgan. My breasts were average, and my hips, while slim, just didn’t scream sex kitten. I moved with all the grace of a water buffalo. I picked up the peacock blue dress and sighed as I slipped it over my head. The jeweled tones of blue and green floated down over my body. A satin band wrapped around my chest and from their layer upon elegant layer of tulle and chiffon floated down to the floor. Instead of fire, I was a deep pool of water. “Much better,” a warm voice of approval startled me from behind. Looking in the mirror, I saw James eying the dress closely. He came in, the door to the dressing room swinging closed behind him. “Now to see if it suits what I have in mind.” “W-what? Here?” I watched he reflection with some incredulity as his warm, firm body pressed close against mine. His hands dropped down to my thighs, hiking the skirt up inch by inch, baring my pale, smooth skin.