Lendle

Sienna Montagne is desperate.

Like most women, the economy has taken it's toll on her bottom line, and she is scrambling, trying to make things work. When her friend sends her a very inappropriate ad, she is skeptical at first. But when she learns more about the sexy billionaire and his training academy, she discovers that he has the power to change everything for her.

But first, she must be trained.

Soon, the sexy man is ordering her to strip naked for him, commanding her with his dark eyes. Now, he is demanding that she please him with her mouth- and this is all only the Orientation.

Can Sienna follow through with everything the exotic man demands? Or is she destined to flunk out?

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From the Book:

"Let's play a game." His voice was a low growl. "I can go a nice long time without finishing in your mouth. Let's see how much of that time you can spend on the edge for me."

I whined, his hardness still fiercely using me.

"What? You know you belong to me, don't you, little one?"
His fingers were magical, teasing fireworks of pure pleasure through my wetness. Already, I was spasming, just slightly. It was as if my body could be hungry, and seek something to fill it. I moaned and whimpered as he used my mouth. I needed his sweet warmth to fill me. I was hungry for it. Slowly I began to grind my hips backwards against his hand.

"Not so fast." He let up the pressure, his voice laced with amusement. “If I let you have any control, then you will just please yourself. We can't have that, can we?" He pulled on my hair again, drawing my head back until my mouth was a scarce inch from his tip.

"No, sir." His fingers began their work again, and I gasped.

"Who gets to decide when you finish?"

I was pulling against his hand, fighting to get his delicious shaft back into my mouth. Talking was difficult. It was so much easier to simply hurl myself into being his toy, into being used as he wished. "You do, Gabriel."

His fingers sped up. "Tell me what you mean. Tell me who we are."
My eyes drifted shut. I couldn't help but whimper. "I have done nothing but yearn for you. Every second night or so, you make me strip, beg, and explode for you. For two months, your eyes are what I see when I go to sleep."

He gasped, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. When he pulled out, I spoke again.

"I know that once I am in Dubai, every breath I breathe will be in anticipating of you walking into my room, slamming me up against the wall and-"

God. I was going to finish soon, if he didn't ease up.

"Yes?" His fingers thrust deeper.

"-and using me like your toy. I want you to crack the bed because you take me so hard. I want you to pound yourself so deeply into me that I scream your name and cry. I want to crawl into your room, every morning, and worship you with my mouth." I gasped. He was really working me. I couldn’t get any wind. If he didn't slow down, this wouldn't be edge-play. Instead, my creamy juice would be running down over his hand, and I would be screaming for him.
Even without me sucking on him, I could tell my words were stoking the furnace burning inside him. He was so damn hard. It was magnificent. He pulled on me, his arm working his fingers as deeply into my wetness as they could go. Even as he did, his thumb still danced dizzying swirls on my poor, sweet nub.

"Is that really the life you want, little one?'

I nodded frantically. "Yes. I want to be nothing but a toy. I want you to finish on my pretty face while I lick you. I want- oh, oh, god-" He slowed down, and I whimpered.

"You want?"

Arabic men love to be talked to in bed.

It was time to swing for the benches.

"I want everyone here to wake up and watch what you do to me. I want you to make me service strangers, just because you can. I want you to spank me, whenever you want, just so you can hear me cry. My body is yours." I craned my head again, so he could see my slitted eyes. "My mouth belongs to you."