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Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
  34. 7
  35. 8
  36. 9
  37. 10
  38. 11
  39. 12
  40. 13
  41. 14
  42. 15
  43. 16
  44. 17
  45. 18
  46. 19
  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
  51. 1
  52. 2
  53. 3
  54. 4
  55. 5
  56. 6
  57. 7
  58. 8
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  60. 10
  61. 11
  62. 12
  63. 13
  64. 14
  65. 15
  66. 16
  67. 17
  68. 18
  69. 19
  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
  74. Don't miss out!

Sharon leaned. Put her head on his chest, her body swaying against his, just so she could pretend for a moment that she belonged on the dance floor during a slow song, cuddled up next to a man. Her breasts flattened against his hard stomach and she let out a soft sigh.

Pressed so closely against him, she felt him stiffen.

Everywhere.

Oh ho. Well. Wasn’t that interesting?

Tempting the Domme

Book 9 of Stronghold Doms

Prologue

8 years ago

Sitting up on the bed, Olivia didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or vindicated as Travis pulled his pants on, his movements jerky and his expression proclaiming him to be both huffy and indignant.

“You’re such a hypocrite,” she said, her voice sharp with displeasure. “You want to put your whole dick in my ass, but one finger in yours, you cum like a rocket, and instead of thanking me for the incredible orgasm, you’re pouting like a five year old.”

“I’m not... I can’t... I’m straight, Olivia!”

She looked down at her tits and pussy, which she hadn’t bothered to cover up since being naked in front of her boyfriend (very possibly her now ex-boyfriend) wasn’t exactly anything new. “Well, I haven’t grown a penis, so now I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You can’t just put your finger in my ass and expect me to like it!”

“But you did like it,” she said, exasperated. The truth was, she had too until he’d totally freaked out about it. The noises he’d made, the way he’d shuddered and cried out in ecstasy, the sense of power it had given her to make him lose control the way he had… she’d loved it.

Travis’ face turned beet red, his surfer-blonde hair flopping in his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief.

“We’re not doing it again. Ever.”

Groaning, Olivia finally got up and started gathering up her clothing too. T-shirt, jean shorts, bra, undies. She ignored Travis’ unhappy muttering as she got dressed, taking a hairband out of her pocket to pull her long red hair back into a no-nonsense ponytail. Fully dressed, she finally turned back to her boyfriend of close to a year, pursing her lips as she studied his mutinous expression and defensive posture.