Nadia By Nature

PrologueMy name is Nadia Burlesque. I don’t believe in love at first sight or love at all. My life has never been like the movies, and I live a very risqué lifestyle. Before I can get into all of that, I feel it only fits that you know my back story. I have only had my mom growing up, and dang, If that didn’t screw me up. The only father figures I have ever known are the many Johns my mother has brought home. My mother is the type of woman who picks up any man who will have her, and one of these days, it will get her killed. I remember growing up and wishing for an average family, complete with the house and the white picket fence. I have never truly felt like I have a home; as a kid, we moved a lot, and as an adult, I still move a lot to get away from someone I would rather not mention.I currently work for Right enterprises and let me tell you my boss is hot with a capital H. I find myself obsessed with him, and I’m afra

She stared down at the medium-sized box in her hands. Luckily being strong was her strong suit; it's not like this was her dream job or anything. Then again, she was pretty sure they didn't pay for what she dreamed of doing.She walked out the door with her head held high, giving the large concrete building one last look. Good riddance, it's not like she was going to miss that place—just her boss's sweet ass and her best friend, Ella.Mentally she scolded herself. Thinking about 'him' is what had got her in this mess in the first place. Walking to the parking lot, she clicked the fob to unlock her beat-up Malibu. One thing was for sure it had seen its better days. The red paint was slowly fading from sun exposure, and it didn't help the dent in the driver's side door, scratched with yellow paint. The moral of the story don't park so close to a pole.She sat in her driver's side seat, allowing only a moment for the dread to set in. Bills, bills, and more bi

Mr. Right's nerves were shaking; he should be the one doing the punishing. He looked at Nadia with a look clouded by both lust and fear."Very good! Slave, they get punished! Now go lay over the padded spanking bench with your ass in the air, I'll only give you five swats with my hand this time, but If you ever touch me again without my consent, your punishment will be worse.""Yes, Mistress." He sauntered over to the bench on the other side of the room to receive his first punishment. He laid face down on the bench, his legs laying on the knee rest. Sticking his ass in the air, waiting for his punishment was torture enough. The position she had him in made him feel both venerable and exposed. His hard limit was anal play. He had heard once that a prostate massage felt good, but he wasn't one for trying it out.His ass stuck up in the air, his head lowered to the bench. She could only imagine how he felt right about now. Receiving the pain both felt exciting and

The sound of rapid tapping on her door interrupted her shower. Nadia threw on a towel with her hair dripping wet; she rushed to the door. She was peeped through the door and saw Mr. Right. What in the Hell? How did he know where she lived?She unbolted the door to let him in, but before she could get the words out, he was grabbing her by the hair and pulling her towards him; his mouth was in a frenzy with hers. He was Both dominating her body and mind. God yes! Being controlled was what she needed. A man, not some little bitch boy. He kicked the door shut and picked her up, carrying her to her room.He Slammed her on the bed, her head in a whirlwind. She always knew he was a dominant man, and now she was about to find out how dominating he was. She laid obediently on the bed, biting into her bottom lip, anticipating his next move.He undid his tie from around his neck. With a smirk on his face." You think I'm an ass hat, do you?"She eagerly nodded her he

The week dragged on slowly, with no calls or texts from Colton. It was like he fell off the face of the Earth. Nadia found herself checking her phone frequently, only to be strangely disappointed. She even went as far as texting him, nothing special, just a simple hi. Her efforts were a waste, It was Thursday, and there was still no reply.  Ella called and begged for her to go out to dinner and a shopping trip. She tried to decline. In all honesty, she was pretty much broke, relying on her savings to get by, but Ella wouldn't hear of it.  So now here she was, a Thursday night staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her roots dyed black to match her long black hair and worry lines on her face. She tried to cover her dark circle with foundation. Not having a job was taking its toll on her. She picked up her phone and checked her banking app, hoping she'd have enough to pay for dinner. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when the tot