Sarah doesn't really fit in at this debutante ball. The scene is like something from Cinderella: rich girls in white dresses and dazzling jewelry, smooth-shaven men in black tie, dancing and drinking and debauchery. Unfortunately, Sarah is not Cinderella. She's the waitress.
What she doesn't know is that Desmond, the demanding, dominant man they call the Diamond King, isn't looking for Cinderella at all. He's looking to find the perfect slut. And Sarah is going to give up a lot more than a shoe tonight...
Warning: this 3200 word story contains maledom, dominance and submission, dirty talk, wet underwear, spanking, knee-trembling lust and smoking-hot sex.
Her ass was still hot and red from the spanking he'd given her, and she cried out as he turned her around and lifted her on to the cold, steel counter, like she didn't weigh a thing.
They were face to face now, and his hot, hungry eyes held hers.
"Show me," he growled.
She didn't have to ask him what he meant. She just arched back on the counter, more desperately eager than she'd ever been in her life, dropped back on her elbows, and spread her legs as wide as they could go.
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Published February 19, 2014
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.