All Chapters of Maddest Temptation : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As I rode the elevator to the penthouse of the exclusive hotel Furtan —it’d taken two people to help me get to the last floor of the hotel .—I chewed on a fingernail remembering it cost a lot to get them done. I stopped.Was I really about to let some strange man have sex with me? For money?The elevator arrived too quickly, forcing me onto a private hallway with an elegant sitting area. An open newspaper lay on a coffee table, as if someone had recently left.The entry was just in front of me . Could I bring myself to ring the bell?Apparently, this penthouse was one of the largest and the most expensive (thirty-two thousand —a night) in Miami, Florida. Who in their right mind would spend that much money on a hotel? Clearly my first client was loco (crazy).I did not know much about them except the fact that he was a Russian businessman and he had been vouched for by another escort organization. He used escorts a lot because of his tastes. So he was an expert in escorts.As I was abo

“Perhaps I was . . . hasty,” he said. “Stay for a drink.”Had my ass worked for me? Was I happy about this?When I turned and traipsed back, he headed to the bar area. This was actually happening. I was going to have sex for money.Over his shoulder, he said, “I’m Roman Petrov .”I turned it over on my tongue, finding his name a mouthful. In my mind, I styled him Rome.“Nice to meet you. I’m Ana Sol.” I glanced around for my donation. Nothing. Which made me uneasy, but I gamely bellied up to the bar.“Is that your working name?”That's what they call me. I replied As we entered the room I then saw,A ball gag. A crop. Leather restraints. Not in your life.No, no, This man had to be interested in more than BDSM. “Explain what you’d do to me.”He coolly said, “Once you’ve stripped, you’ll go to your knees at the edge of the mattress, buckling the gag on yourself. I’ll bind your arms behind your back, and you’ll lean forward resting on your forehead. Then I’ll whip your body wherever i

He wrapped his big fist around his shaft, giving a stroke that rendered me breathless. More moisture beaded the slit. As he rolled on what had to be an extra-large condom, he said, “Show me what I’m soon to enjoy.” There was no mistaking his tone. He’d given me a command.Beautiful arrogant man.I would follow his order, but I’d do it my way. I lifted one foot onto the couch back, resting the stiletto heel against the sofa’s piping, then let my knees fall wide. I teased him in this position, taunting him with my spread pussy. “How do you like me now ?”His cock in his hand, and he muttered something in Russian that sounded like a curse. He returned to the couch, kneeling between my legs. The difference in our sizes struck me. He made me feel tiny and fragile while he was all hard,rough edges and raw power.He leaned over me, using one hand to hold my wrists over my head. With his other, he gripped his shaft and aimed it. When the crown slipped down my slickened lips, he hissed in

On the long ride home, I took note of myself.Even as I gave a bitter laugh at the double meaning of this evening, my fists clenched. While my body felt well-loved, a little sore, the rest of me felt cheap and used. He’d made me feel that way. He sent me out like I was some escort, well technically.Before he could say anything more, I’d turned on my heel and left him, heading downstairs to face the real world. By the time I’d reached the lobby of the hotel, I was shaking, enraged and felt a bit of shame. Bright lights had stared at me like I had done something wrong; it’d seemed all eyes were on me. Like everyone knew what I’d done.When I’d asked for a cab, a gap-toothed drunk man whistled one forward, but he’d smirked as he opened the door. “Madam.” I’d almost kicked him in the dick, but refrained because of rule number five. Never attract attention to yourself, Ana.One small paid sex act had given me burning humiliation. But the money! Five grand and then the two I’d took as

“Which you would never give him, right?”At that moment, I got a text chime from a strange number: waiting“Danielle, we talked about this! There are boundaries.” I cried “We did talk about your number, about changing it. I held out for longer than even I would’ve expected, but when Lucious told me Roman offered ten thousand, I caved. We’re to split half. There’s twenty-five hundred for you at the agency.” More money? “By the way, Anthony thinks your vagina is full of rainbows—and dollar signs. Aside from the Russian, you’ve gotten requests online from different men! He wants your ‘ pussy magic’ working on other clients.” she said with a simple directness.I didn’t have pussy magic. Roman simply wants his money back, or his clip. Or he planned to punish me for stealing from him. Maybe with a crop? “What else did you tell Lucious about me?” I asked in a small panicky voice “Nothing else. Mainly because I know so little. Other than the fact that you scrub toilets for a living—which m