Subliminal Seduction Books Novels & Stories

'You can just ask and I'll gladly help,' He said, hinting towards the book. 'Okay fine. What page is that?' I asked helplessly. Adam came towards me and sat close to me. He opened the book right to the middle and gave it to me. The title read 'The Dom and the Sub'. 'Who is the Dom and who is the Sub?' I asked curiously.

Needed Marcus to hear it, even if he was beyond hearing anything. "Seduction is an art. It's not about being the most beautiful-though I'll make sure I'm beautiful enough. It's about timing. About reading what someone needs and becoming that thing. It's about making them think pursuing you is their idea." She'd watched Marcus fall for her with barely any effort on her part-they'd been true mates, destined, inevitable. But she'd learned from that experience. Learned how to read desire, how to feed it, how to manipulate the space between wanting and having until it became unbearable.

“Where do you think you’re going?” “Damn, Alex, let me go!” He snarled despite his lack of strength when the man changed their positions. “No, baby, you’re mine tonight and you can do nothing about it.” A mischievous smile appeared on his lips and he swiftly caressed the young man’s chest to calm him down. Just like women’s, he also knew men’s weakness when it came to temptation. His chest heaved with the loud beat of his heart. Bits of electricity from Alexander’s warm palm ran through his every fiber. Even his breathing slowed down due to the novel stimulation.

The private elevator hummed softly as it carried us higher into the Moretti family’s downtown skyscraper. Isabella kept her hand firmly on the back of my neck the entire ride, her fingers occasionally tightening in a possessive squeeze that made my pulse race. I was dressed in a sheer black slip that clung to my curves like liquid shadow, the fabric so thin it showed the outline of my hardened nipples and the faint red marks from last night’s use. No panties. The leather collar around my throat was warm from my skin, and the silver chain between my clamped nipples tugged gently with every breath.

He doesn't wait for an answer and continues his daydream. " Look, I developed a strategy to discover the combinatorial potential that I can have with someone, some woman... " Hey? " I explain. There are two books, which are my favorites. And each of them has a subliminal message. Anyway... to all the women I lent these books, they couldn't get what that message is. And it was frustrating for me. " Including your wife? "Yes, including her. " What nonsense. - I say, right away.

My mind was elsewhere, replaying every glance, every inflection from the brief moments I’d spoken to him. Mr. Washington wasn’t like most Luxe clients. He didn’t dress his charm in flattery like how other men do it. He didn’t lean in too close or fill silences with rehearsed compliments. He’s just different, you know. He watched. He waited. And when he spoke, it was with the confidence of someone who expected the world to lean in and listen. And now he mentioned about “last night, whatever that meant. I dressed carefully, defaulting to something simple: cream culottes pants, a white silk blouse, hair tucked back just enough to show my hoop earrings. Luxe women didn’t just meet clients, they

So I leaned over and she arched back, probably nervous of how my face was near hers. She gripped the collars of my suit jacket and slowly parted her lips. I tucked hair behind her ear and she quivered when I cupped the side of her neck. She sucked in a breath when my left hand on her knees shifted to her thigh and in the process, I ended up moving the dress up a little, almost close to her hips. The sexual tension was increasing with each passing second as our breaths synced. I moved my hand from her neck to the small of her back and I pushed her forward as her nose crushed on mine.

“You really are interesting…” She could feel his smirk against her neck. Her stupidity and confidence had disappeared and she was melting at that moment. She could feel his body pressed against hers, she could smell his cologne and his shampoo... She could also tell that he wasn't as amused as he sounded. Yet she couldn't help but lower her guard slightly. It was most likely because of the way he played with her hair. How did he know she liked that?

” “I guess you’re right.” “You don’t have to guess, I’m always right with tips like this.” She smirked while I playfully rolled my eyes. “You can’t just make him yours by sitting like an old piece of sack. This time, you must read my seduction tips. I bet you didn’t even open the book?” she asked. “I actually did and only read a few of them, but now, I certainly will check them all out. If being the Luna will help me out then seducing him to get into his head would be a perfect opportunity to achieve what I want to achieve, right?”

, she said and left. I groaned... this is so difficult. Especially now that Amber's really occupied with his degree and work...I barely see him these days at all. Just good morning, good night shits. And I don't know how to do this, what am I supposed to seduce him to sleeping with me? eww that's major cringe. I sighed and opened the book. "Chapter one, using your coochie as your weapon of.... eww cringe major cringe double cringe no I'm not doing this", I said and slammed the book closed.