Come With Me: A Sensual Submission Erotic Romance
Dalton has all the qualities women dream in a man. He can have every woman that he wants, but Dalton isn’t looking for just any woman. He’s a domineering alpha male and he wanted a woman to enslave, who will let him enslave her, who will love what he’ll do to her and with her. He wanted a special kind of woman for his special kind of needs. And Rose was perfect for that role. More
He wanted the love of a slave… and she could give that to him.
Did you ever feel that you finally found the woman you were looking for all your life, the one who would let you tie her up and eat her alive?
Dalton knew he’s in a predicament. He is handsome, very rich, compelling, magnetic… and single. And bored. And tired of his life. Inspite that he leads a life other men will salivate for, or that he can have any woman that he likes, he still has not met the woman that he wanted. That he needed.
And then he met sweet, innocent, beguiling Rose. And he starts to come alive—figuratively, and literally full of life.
And he begins to court her. Seduce her, really, while withholding from himself the pleasure of just plucking her lovely petals with his teeth and his mouth. Without question, she was putty in his hands. She was so beautiful, and it is the hardest thing to do. But he was patient. He wanted to make sure it is also what she wanted. And he wants her to need it with all of her body. All of her soul. Because that’s what will make it work.
And she is perfect.
He needs this woman more than anything else in the world.
And now he’s going to make her his…
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Devon’s husband, Dan, is missing after the police found his wrecked car submerged in the bottom of the river. There was no evidence that he’s dead because his body wasn't found, but everyone believes he's just that -- dead -- because he hasn't turned up for a long time. Devon, devastated, moved from their old home to a new place, intending on a fresh start. Then she starts receiving creepy phone calls asking for Dan, at the same time "seeing" him everywhere... outside of her shop, in her dreams. A psychic, Devon knew with a sense of dread that something is very wrong. Are those calls dialing to a wrong number like she first thought? Or is Dan's "ghost" right when he warns her in her dreams that she’s in terrible danger?
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“Good morning, Rose,” he said. “How did you sleep?”
“Um, I slept pretty well,” Rose replied as she sat up, running a hand through her tangled dark hair.
“I would imagine that you’re hungry, possibly ready for your coffee.”
“Oh yes, that would be wonderful.”
Dalton sat his glass down on the table and looked at Rose.
“I’ve always had a liking for cats,” he said. “You seem rather kittenish to me.”
“I do?” Rose was clearly puzzled at the turn this conversation was taking.
“Yes, you do. I’ve got just the perfect starter to your breakfast right here.”
It was then that Rose noticed the two bowls at his feet. One was filled with what looked like cream or milk, and the other had strawberries. When she looked back at Dalton with a definite question mark on her face, he motioned with his hand for her to come to him. However, when she stood up, he shook his head.
“Crawl to your food, my pet,” he said.
A little tingle went through her body as she slowly lowered herself to the floor and into a crawling position. Much like a kitten, she crawled over to the bowls that waited at his feet. Leaning forward, Rose lapped gently at the cream in the bowl with her tongue. Then, she moved to the bowl holding the strawberries and proceeded to eat those using just her teeth.
As she moved back to the bowl of cream, she felt Dalton’s hand on her head, gently moving through her hair, much like he was petting a cat. A surreal feeling moved through her as did this feeling of electricity. When she had cleaned her bowls, he lifted her to her feet and then onto his lap.
“I’m rather hungry myself,” Dalton said quietly.