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𝙃𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙙. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮.

Alone in the dark, on the verge of losing everything, I make one final, desperate bargain with a stranger on the internet.

My innocence, in exchange for more money than I can even comprehend. I didn’t expect to enjoy it. I didn’t expect tenderness.

And I certainly didn’t expect for the man behind the mask, the man demanding that I call him Daddy as he takes my body to new heights of pleasure to be my best friend’s father.

Now we’re caught between what is right and the forbidden attraction that grows stronger every day we’re apart. An attraction that promises to send everything I’ve worked so hard for up in flames.

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Should her legs be opened or closed?

On the bed, propped up by a few pillows because she’d decided that was less awkward than lying flat on her back, Emily couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands or legs.

Be waiting for me on the bed at eight o’clock sharp.

The directions seemed clear enough, but they were woefully incomplete. She wished he’d told her exactly what position he wanted her in, what she was supposed to look like when he walked through the door.

Pressing her lips together, she shifted, crossing one leg over the other, which caused the silky material of the thin white gown to slide away from her thigh because of the high slit. It was already practically see-through, but somehow, having her entire leg exposed made her feel even more vulnerable. She’d gone with white because she’d figured she might as well lean into the virgin thing, but she hadn’t counted on how translucent the material would be.

She could see more than just the budded nubs of her nipples. She could see the pink of her areola when she glanced down at her chest.

Hopefully, he would like it.

Brushing her hair back from her shoulders, she immediately brought the locks forward again before glancing at the clock.

Two minutes to go and she still felt awkward and like she hadn’t found the right position.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to push down the panic that had welled up inside her the moment she’d put the lingerie on. She didn’t look like herself. Emily never wore clothing that drew attention to her curves, and she never wore anything this lowcut or thin. It felt like her entire body was on display, even though all the important bits were actually covered.

“I can do this,” she whispered. “I can do this, I can do this. This is going to change my life.”

Everything was going to be better after tonight. She just had to get through it. All signs were pointing to it being a pretty good night. Whoever Master D was, he was doing his best to take care of her.

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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

When she's not writing, she can often be found on the couch reading, in front of her sewing machine making a new cosplay, hanging out with her friends, or wandering the Maryland Renaissance Fair.

 

   

 

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