Rose Love Hard Step Harder

Book 1 of 'Petite Dominant Women'
1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 979-8-224-23010-5
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 93 Seiten

Sophie does an admirable job of keeping her true self - a quiet, unassuming logistic manager with workaholic tendencies - completely separate from her alter ego of Elizabeth - a professional dominant and untouchable beauty who puts men on their knees and makes them beg for her approval.

However, the boundaries between her professional and private life begin to break down when she takes James as a client. Handsome, wealthy, and eager to please, James worms under her skin and breaks all the boundaries that she places between her and her clients, shattering the wall that keeps her safe from love and all the heartaches that it brings.

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'Eyes down,' she reminded him once she released his hair. She started at the neck, tying the rope in a series of knots that formed elaborate patterns against his skin that reddened so wonderfully for her. She tied his arms behind his back, strong knots at every diamond-shaped pattern to press against his muscles. All that power tamed for a moment under her hands. It was breathtaking. 

She hummed, pleased by her own work and crouched down to run her fingers through his hair before gripping it viciously, jerking his face up so she could have a good look at him. 

'Still with me?' she asked. 

He groaned and she tugged his hair harder. 

'Use your words.' 

'Yes,' he panted. 'I'm... I'm still with you,' he said.

'Good,' she praised and released his hair. She stood up and placed one sharp-heeled foot in the middle of his shoulder blades. She put her weight on the foot and knew that it was only his submission that allowed her to bend him over. He made an indescribably noise that went straight between her legs, his forehead kissing the cold floor. She kept him there for a long time, applying just enough pressure that she knew she was making him slightly uncomfortable, but not unbearable. If he wanted, he only needed to push back and return to his seated kneeling position. Instead, he kept exactly where he was, his breathing steady and calm. 

She watched as sweat began to gather on his back before stepping away and was pleased when he remained exactly the same.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Rose, Daisy

Leseproben

Chapter One

The cafe was in an upscale part of town, clean and modern. Overworked, underpaid start-up employees rapidly tapped on the keys of silver laptops, chugging free black coffee refills. Housewives in overpriced tracksuits gossiped over lukewarm drinks while their little angels stared transfixed at the tablet screens propped up in front of their tiny faces. 

Outside, autumn had turned the trees picturesque reds and oranges, leaves scrunching underfoot. Back-to-school and Halloween displays dominated the windows of the expensive, luxury stores surrounding the cafe. 

Sophia pulled her scarf from her nose when she passed through the cafe doors, boots clicking against the floor. She reminded herself that today, she wasn't Sophia at all, but Elizabeth. It would have been easier to use her real name, but it was best to keep the persona of Sophia and Elizabeth completely separate, lest inappropriate wires got crossed. On cold autumn days, Sophia would much rather be at home, curled up in a bed with an oversized sweatshirt and matching pants with her book. Elizabeth was dressed in designer clothes that clung too tightly at all the right places and was outside, ready to meet some lonely businessman who paid too much for her company. 

She wore black knee-high boots polished to a high shine and a long emerald green coat with a beautifully subtle leaf brocade. Her long blonde hair was in a bun that had been carefully crafted to look perfectly chaotic- presenting playact of Sophie not caring one way or the other about her new client. 

She ordered a spiced drink non-caffeinated drink and settled at a seat by the window, her gaze cast outwards. She hoped she looked unapproachable enough that people would leave her alone, but she wouldn't bet money on it. Men approach Elizabeth a lot. Sophie- not so much. 

Sophie had modelled her Elizabeth persona after her older sister, Bethany, who was as beautiful as she was aloof. Sophie didn't really understand why some people were into a partner being so cruel and dismissive over efforts made to make their lives perfect, but she was good at acting the part after twenty-two years of watching her sister. 

The door opened again, the little bell on top of it chiming in warning and Elizabeth flicked her cool gaze towards it. 

The man who entered was tall and broad-shouldered, the shirt under his leather jacket struggling to contain his muscular build. Curly red hair framed his handsome face. Elizabeth had a sudden thought that he was far too attractive to be among peasants like themselves. The man looked around and his eyes landed on Elizabeth, his expression shifting to one of wonder. 

Oh no, she thought in panic, though outwardly she continued to play the role of the cold and aloof, untouchable ice queen that she really wasn't. 

Contrary to common sense, Elizabeth had found that the more attractive her client was, the harder her job. If a client was old and ugly, it was normally their looks that prevented them from finding a more conventional partner. They paid for her service because they wanted someone pretty to pay attention to them for the night. However, if someone was attractive and still seeking her out, then it meant there was something else wrong with them and it was always a little daunting trying to figure that caveat. 

An odd fetish was one thing - she practically specialized in those. An asshole personality was another - she only had to deal with them for a few hours and she was being paid handsomely for her time so she couldn't complain. And then there were those who thought they needed to 'rescue' her from her work. Admittedly, she did not deal with those particularly well. She normally ended up calling her sister, who responded with lawyers, and if things escalate, she would let Bruce know, who responded with violence. 

"Miss Elizabeth?" the man asked and she gave him a soft, polite smile. 

"Yes," she said. "You must be William." 

"I must be- I mean, yes, of course," he said, stuttering a little. "You are even more beautiful in person." 

She sighed internally, having heard all this before. "Thank you," she said, the smile still in place. "Go get something to drink." 

William obeyed without question. She thought back on the message she received a week ago. Her website was sleek and professional, clear in her rules and boundaries. She didn't sell sex, nor extreme humiliation. Her services were extremely niche and she was frankly surprised that she got any business at all. She provided strict discipline with the promise of reward if her orders were followed. If not, she would offer punishment. Some clients liked to push her boundaries and their own. She had a handful of repeat customers as well as the occasional curious one-off wanting to see if they were really into the scene. She took couples as customers at times and while she was dying of embarrassment inside at being watched, the couples seem to enjoy it. 

James's message had been short and professional, stating that he would like to 'take care of others' and 'not think for a while'. Nothing too daunting and simple enough that she didn't worry too much about it. He had provided the relevant medical details that was dated only a few days and half of the payment upfront. 

James returned to the table with a large cup of coffee and a plate nearly overflowing with pastries, his balance impressive. He set them down and looked at her with breathless puppy eyes that made him look like an overgrown wolf looking for pets, already eager for approval. 

"I wanted to try some pastries since this place was highly recommended," he admitted. "You're welcome to try some too."

She smiled and revised her opinion of the man to having too much money with no one to spend it on. That such a handsome and wealthy young man lacked a pretty thing to shower in gifts and affection was deeply troubling. She hoped he wasn't secretly a serial killer. 

"Thank you," she said and nibbled on a croissant while casting a sad, longing eye at the powdered jelly donut. While Sophie ate those by the dozen, such a thing was too messy and undignified for Elizabeth. She had to look like she subsisted off sunlight and water. "Now, what can I help you with, James?" 

"I'm..." he started and then bit his lower lip, which made her think of biting him. She resisted the urge. "I run my own company and often find myself... overwhelmed, I guess is the word?" 

She nodded. That was the story with half of her regulars. They didn't have the time to nurture actual relationships that would reach the point where they were comfortable to share this aspect of their sex lives with. Why not just pay someone to get to the good part that they know they would enjoy instead of risking failed relationship with not sexual compatibility? 

"I'd like to take care of someone," he said, looking up at her with wide eyes. 

A service top was always pleasant, though she would like specifics. "How would you like to take care of me?" she asked and was pleasantly surprised by the soft hint of redness on the man's cheeks. He was easily embarrassed for someone who looked like he could make a living off modelling. 

"I'd love to make you dinner and buy you... whatever you desire," he confessed and then blushed harder, like it was the most depraved and perverted thing in the world. She waited for the other shoe to drop because that couldn't be it. "And perhaps I could brush your hair or massage your feet?" he bit his lower lip again. "If that's allowed." 

She tried not to let her annoyance show. He wasn't showing her all the cards, but that was to be expected too. Some of her clients start off vanilla and then became more and more depraved as they grew more comfortable with her. She could be patient. She was being paid very well for her patience. "That's reasonable," she said diplomatically. "I have limits about how much you can spend on gifts," she said. The rules had been set in place when some clients spent extravagant amount of money on frankly grotesque looking gifts and expected her to be 'grateful' for them. She kept most of the gifts in case her relationship with the clients soured and they demanded it back, but there was a clause in the agreement that said she didn't need to return those items. Sometimes, it was easier to let them pretend to win something. 

They spent the rest of the meeting going through the rules that she had already had him sign to make sure that he was clear on everything. At the end of it, James insisted on packing the rest of the uneaten pastries and sending them off with her. They were parked near each other and she felt a little embarrassed by the disparity of their rides. Hers was a small four-seater that had been purchased second hand. She didn't know a lot about cars, but she did knot luxury and she could tell that his was a limited edition that probably costed six figures. 

"I can't wait to see you again," he said, seemingly undaunted by her unimpressive vehicle. 

She hummed in response, hoping that she was still providing the image of someone who was only mildly looking forward to their future interactions and not someone completely dumbstruck by the car that he was driving. 

She got into her vehicle and waited for his ostentatious flex of a vehicle to drive off first. Then, she texted Bruce to let him know that she was fine. Bruce was her best friend who worried too much. 

Her apartment was in a comfortable part of town. Not so close to the rent was astronomical but not so far that the commute was still within acceptable boundaries. Her living room was dominated by a soft couch and she rarely used the little kitchen. Her bed was simply a place for her to store her...