Invitation to The Platinum Society: The Billionaire's Secret BDSM Club Read Online Free PDF

just how 'tiny' my cock is before the week finishes."
    I blushed, groaning that my jab had backfired. "But you're not putting it in me."
    "Fine. I can do that. But don't kid yourself that this isn't about sex." He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "Because this is all about sex. And there are a lot of other things I can do to make you scream."
    We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly till I finally looked down at the contract again. "And there's not going to be bondage."
    "I can't agree to that. BDSM is all about bondage."
    "But I don't like the idea of being tied up."
    "No can do. If you're not willing to get tied up, you might as well admit you're chicken and back out right now."
    I sighed. "Fine. And I guess this means you want to go ahead with spankings and stuff."
    "Absolutely. Remember, the bet ends after a week. If I can get you to admit you like BDSM by that time, I win. But if you last a week with me, and after all that time you decide you hate BDSM, you win."
    "Hmm." I was determined not to like this week. "And what are the stakes?"
    Morgan leaned back in his chair. "If you win, I'll buy a sponsorship on your blog for $300,000. But if you lose, you'll mention the Treasury Casino in your blog's sidebar for free."
    I nodded. "Sounds reasonable."
    "And you'll mention that the owner of the casino, Morgan Anderson, is a handsome, intelligent man and a wonderful lover, and you'll keep it up for a year."
    It was my turn to stare at him like he'd grown horns. "Are you nuts? There's no way I'm saying that!"
    "Then you'd better not lose."
    He smirked annoyingly and I glared at him. "Oh, I'm sure I'll win. It'll be a pleasure to take your money."
    I signed the contract with a flourish and handed it over.
    Morgan glanced at it and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night at 7. Come up to my suite, bring all your things and wear a skirt."

Extract From " Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive "
    Description:
    Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.
    At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…
    Extract:
    His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."
    He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…
    My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew exactly what I looked like undressed.
    Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How badly do you want to keep this job?"
    I gulped. "Very badly, sir."
    "Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's my best choice"
    I started to speak but he held up his hand to silence me.
    "I like you," he said softly, and I breathed in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative, and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see everything.
    "If you're ready to do anything to keep your job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."
    I felt thankfulness flood through my veins, and my eyes widened with relief.
    "I'll do anything," I said confidently.
    "Well then," he