Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Flog Me, Sir, Bonds of Worship 2, First Chapter Reveal Day 2 #BDSM #Erotic #Romance #Billionaire #Series #HEA

As we wait for Flog Me, Sir, the second in my Bonds of Worship series, to release on October 15th, I’m sharing the first chapter in parts over the next couple of days, so stay tuned!

If you missed part one, head on over HERE to get caught up!


Flog Me, Sir, Bonds of Worship 2
Chapter 1, part 2

Feeling a bit lighter, I stepped once more beneath the star-filled sky, glancing first right then left for guests who might wish for a fresh glass.
Mr. and Mrs. Laurent—Adam and Lily, they’d insisted I call them—stood on the patio’s far end. She leaned against his taller form, gazing up at him with a soft smile, the type of emotion I didn’t understand shining on her face. A part of me longed for such feelings, such acceptance, but the smarter side of my brain pushed such sentiment away.
Hand on her neck in a possessive hold, Adam gently kissed her forehead and glanced my way. He smiled, but his grin widened as he glanced over my shoulder.
“It’s about time!” He called to someone beyond me as one of his guests picked a filled flute off my tray. “What the hell, man?”
I dipped my head at a party-goer’s quiet word of thanks, and someone brushed against my arm, sending a shiver through me at the rich, deep voice returning Adam’s greeting.
A tall man approached my employer, his dark hair a touch long, kissing the collar of the tux hugging his shoulders. His trim waist and a jacket short enough to reveal his fine backside sent another shiver over me. From the back, he appeared the perfect Disney prince come to life, perfect in every way—
“Excuse me?”
I jerked my focus off the newcomer, forcing a smile at a narrowed-gazed woman. I lifted my tray. “More champagne, ma’am?” I repeated what I’d done a dozen times that night.
She picked up a glass with bejeweled fingers, glancing at the man who had snagged my attention. A sniff pursed her lips as though she wondered why the hell I even wasted my time looking at such a man.
As if I didn’t know my station in life.
I ignored the stinging thought, keeping my fake smile in place and moved on as though invisible, more than happy to do so.


He offers freedom.

She fears addiction.

Can Garret coax Lissa to submit to his desire to pleasure her through pain, or will it be her needs that bring him to his knees?

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