Boxed Set: The His Submissive Series Complete Collection (Part One-Part Twelve)

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Author: Ava Claire
Tags: alpha male, alpha male romance, Billionaire, billionaire romance, BDSM Romance, BDSM Erotic Romance
down." It was more of a moot point since he'd bridged the distance between us and physically brought my hands to my sides. I found myself simultaneously thrilled and terrified at what he had in store. Did he have a drawerful of odds and ends that he could taunt and tease and push my limits with? Or maybe he'd tie me up with that bolt of fabric at his neck and breathe in my helplessness before he took me?
    It was true that I was familiar with BDSM. I dated a guy who thought he was dominant but the extent of our kinky play was rough sex and calling him sir. Everything else I knew came from romance novels and that made me nervous. Excited, but nervous as hell. And he read me just like a book.
    "You’re uncomfortable."
    It was a statement—and the gospel truth. I didn't trust my voice, so I just gave him a slow nod.
    "Are you self-conscious...or afraid of me?"
    Even though there was a clear power disparity with him squarely in the lead and me on my knees, there was something raw and vulnerable in his voice. It was ripe with worry that it was fear of him that made me tremble.
    I looked up into his devastatingly handsome face, all the right angles focused on me and even though I'd only met him yesterday, I knew that he'd never hurt me.
    I swallowed. "S-Self-conscious."
    He cupped his chin for a moment, mulling over my response before he glanced past me, gesturing at an alcove in the corner of his office where a dark brown chaise stood comfortably against the wall. "Go have a seat. And relax."
    I plodded over, trying to ignore his eyes on my backside. I found myself squeezing my butt muscles, making a solemn swear. Skim milk white mochas. With no whip.
    As I sank onto the chaise, I couldn't help but relax against the pillow-like fabric. How did he get anything done in this office? I'd always be camped out on this thing.
    "Swing your legs up." That half smile tugged at my heartstrings. "Get the full effect."
    I swept my legs up and let out an audible moan with a giggle tacked onto the end. This whole thing was crazy. Unreal. And this chair was magic. All the rough edges were smoothed and massaged away. Was this a taste of the luxury that was in store?
    He appeared at the foot of it, all amusement gone from his face. "Raise up your knees and spread your legs. Wide enough so I can see you." His eyes darkened with lust. "All of you."
    The quiet part of me that felt unworthy, unattractive, and flat out unsexy made me slowly draw my legs up, giving him every opportunity to change his mind. But there was no pause behind his stance and when my eyes darted down I saw the tented front of his pants. He was hard. Hard for me.
    "And touch yourself," he said and even though he didn't move a muscle, I could see the struggle at his crotch.
    I still blanched at his request and immediately gawked at my silliness. I mean, I could let him finger me before we had a coffee or anything, but me doing something perfectly natural was out of the question?
    "Is there a problem?" he asked curtly.
    I let out an awkward laugh and gripped onto my trembling knees. It didn't help much—now my whole body was shaking. When I glanced up at him, I shot my eyes back down. It was crazy, but I didn't want to disappoint him.
    He placed his hand over mine and his warm touch sent a jolt through my system. I flexed my fingers, my heart leaping in my chest as he intertwined his fingers with mine.
    "I want you," he said firmly and I didn't have to find validation. I felt it. "But if you're not ready to submit to me now, I'm a patient man." He pulled his hand away and strode to his desk. I watched him punch a button on his phone. "Natasha, please call the boutique on 6th and let them know I'm sending Miss Montgomery over before the flight to Venice."
    I leapt to my feet. "Uh, what? Boutique? Venice ?"
    "Yes," he replied, lowering himself into his seat. "Press junket for one of our trouble clients. I'm sure you're familiar with her? Child star? Crashed and burned as soon as she
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