My Billionaire Werewolf Master (Paranormal Erotica) Read online

  "You're right. I admit this is… my mistake. My secretary will not make this mistake again."

  Jesus, is it so hard to admit you're wrong? I suppose it should be for a man that has been getting his way for most of his life.

  "Do you still want to try things out? Just this once?" I offer weakly, unsure of how he'll react.

  "No. Without the contract, I can't share any of this with you." he motions to the wall of tools behind him.

  I'm not about to give up.

  "Well then, why don't we just get to know each other? I don't mind submitting to you next time, but just this once, how about you love me like normal man?" I step forward, running my hand all over his tight black leather suit. It accentuated his ripped muscles nicely. The thought of having such a man inside me sends me gushing in a bout of renewed wetness.

  He keeps silent and stands stoic. Maybe he's thinking about it. Well, I shan't give him the luxury of rational thought.

  My heart can wait no longer. For the first time since we've met, I take the initiative and assert myself. My lips dive right in and meet with his.

  Master Dyne doesn't move. He just stands there and lets me kiss him. I try my best. His lips are so soft, so suckable. I just want more and more of him.

  The palms of my hands glide all over his tight black leather, relishing in the firmness of his muscles on his chest and back. A naughty thought comes to mind as I find my inquisitive, exploring hands slide further and further downwards —

  He grabs my wrists without warning and pushes my lips away from him.

  "Amelia, I don't usually do this. I don't make love. I fuck, hard. Are you sure you stil —"

  I press on fearlessly and kiss him again. His muffled protests seem almost too cute now. I suppose I wouldn't normally dare to defy my master, but it seems appropriate this time.

  It's as if all the chains of civility and awkwardness between us come off at once. His soft lips pounce onto mine and now I'm not sure who's the one devouring the kisses of the other. I find his tongue making its way into my mouth, slowly exploring, dancing and wrestling with my own tongue.

  His strong arms let him tear off my ruffled business suit with his bare hands.

  I fall back onto the table as he bends me over and pushes me down forcefully. That's right, I have never been taken so forcefully like this. Almost all the men I've ever dated were never this assertive. But Master Dyne… Master Dyne's different.

  Bent over whilst naked on the cold hard surface of the table, my nipples harden on contact. I raise my ass in the air, swaying it ever so slightly while waiting for Master Dyne to fill me up with his piping hot seed.

  I tremble excitedly at the thought, and even more so having his intense eyes on my most private parts.

  I grow shier by the second and the initial awkwardness that was banished away is gradually coming back, bit by bit.

  Despite how impersonal Master Dyne may be, I think he's actually more sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of others than he lets on.

  I should be used to this by now, but he always manages to surprise me every time. When I least expect it, he grabs me from behind and instantly sets my body aflame with aching passion.

  My ass shudders under his vice-like grip. I struggle slightly, trying to free myself from his strong hold on me. A slight fear courses through my veins as he holds me so hard I feel like I'm about to explode.

  But before I can react further, I feel his engorged member thrust right into my wet, wanting insides.

  "Hoooly fuck!" I mouth breathlessly.

  He slides his hard cock inside me easily enough. It's not that hard when I'm already so wet.

  "Unnnnh!" I hear him moaning ever so slightly behind me. Are the nearly-impenetrable emotional walls of Master Dyne about to fall?

  He sears my insides as he goes deeper and deeper into me. I tense up my muscles down there, constricting round his cock as he struggles to stay in control.

  "Jesus Christ fuck! Your pussy is so fucking tight, Amelia!"

  "Mmmm!" I moan back, reaching down with a free hand to rub my clit while he stays inside me.

  He leans forward and rests on my back, burying his entire length to the hilt inside my sex.

  I wait as he throbs at a steady pace before pulling back every slow slightly. Every moving inch of frictional contact only serves to increase my own sexual pleasure.

  Suddenly he grabs my wrist and takes my fingers away from my engorged clit. I yelp, wondering what the hell he's trying to do.

  My arms are forced behind me and rapidly bound with some sort of rope. I can't see exactly what's going on whilst bent over like this. But the mystery only adds to the strange allure of the whole thing.

  "Don't fret," he leans in to whisper while rendering me so fucking helpless, "you'll cum for sure."

  He holds my wrists together despite the existing binds. Working his hips, his thrusts grow more frequent and more forceful as time flies by.

  I'm alive, yet sedated, numb from the endorphins he has been sending my mind's way.

  He's right. I think I can cum like this.

  I struggle purely for the fun of it, enjoying the fact that no matter what I do, I can't break free of his hold on me. I can only stay bent over and take it the best I can.

  With his other hand, Master Dyne reaches round and gropes my tits roughly, squeezing them and arousing my peaks with his deft fingers.

  I scream and cry as wildly as I can to get myself off and weirdly enough, it's working!

  In an instant, his hand leaves my boobs and covers my mouth, muffling my screams. Like sealed pot of boiling water, his increasing restrictions only serve to magnify my pressure and pleasure.

  He pounds my slick folds at a steady, forceful rate, sending me to greater highs with each consecutive thrust.

  I wait, bite my lower lip and eagerly anticipate my imminently explosive high.

  But Master Dyne manages to surprise me again. He pulls out completely and leaves my gaping sex waiting and aching for more.

  I want to ask what's going on, but my words only come out in incoherent, muffled sounds.

  My body tenses up feeling the tip of his head caress my butt crack, slowly working its way nearer and nearer to my asshole.

  I know what's happening next.

  Master Dyne lets go at last and splits my butt cheeks open, exposing my tiny asshole to his hungry eyes.

  Subconsciously, I shudder in wild anticipation waiting for him to finally find himself inside me again.

  He presses his cock lightly at first, but slowly forces his way into my stretching asshole with his bodyweight.

  I take many rapid deep breaths, trying to get my ass to relax and let him penetrate me with as little discomfort as possible.

  I can't escape the pain entirely though. My genuine screams of pain are soon muffled again thanks to his palm across my lips.

  All these feelings, these sensations, they're all bottled up inside of me, and all I can do is wait for me to finally burst in bittersweet release.

  "Fuck, Amelia, your ass is even tighter! I should have tried your ass first!" Master Dyne's offhand comment makes me blush and sway my ass more, in hope that it maximises both our pleasure.

  I struggle once again despite the futility of it.

  But a sharp, searing pain across my butt cheek stops any further resistance.

  It hurts… but only at first.

  I hear Master Dyne's raised palm cutting through the air as he brings it back down upon my fleshy ass cheeks.

  Fresh pain ripples through my body again.

  I keep as still as possible, not wanting to tempt the Master Dyne's hand of fate.

  "That's a good girl." he leans in to whisper in my ear.

  I nod slightly, waiting and letting him do whatever he wants to me.

  His thrusts grow violent, forceful and even excessive.

  A slight fear gnaws away inside me. If he loses control and cums inside, I'll surely need the morning-after pill.

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sp; But this thought vanishes nearly as soon as it pops in my head. Now is simply not the time to think of consequences. I should try living in the moment for once.

  And with that, I concentrate on bringing myself to sweet, sweet climax; to give myself my only oasis of pleasure in this engulfing experience of exquisite pain.

  The endorphins giving me my natural high steps take a side-step as I magnify the gigantic mass of bottled-up feelings inside of me.

  It reaches to the point where I'm unable to hold it in any longe--

  "AHHHMPHHH!" my muffled screams of orgasm fill the dungeon and possibly the corridor beyond the door.

  Master Dyne continues railing me in the ass without missing a beat. But he switches it up so that he's pumping in sync with the periodic throbs of my writhing body.

  I cum, squirting my juices all over him. For this brief period of my life, I am truly living in the moment.

  It's the most intense high that I've ever experienced, and I'm enjoying every millisecond of it.

  My throbs finally die down, my abdominal muscles exhausted from all that exercise.

  Master Dyne's boundless energy, on the other hand only serves to tire me out,

  His thrusts are now indescribably fast.

  "Amelia, AMELIA! I'm gonna, I'm gonna! AHHHH… ROOO!"

  I shut my eyes, wanting to enjoy the satisfaction of his dick filling my ass up with his hot sticky ass in earnest.

  But after the first three throbs, I'm forced to open my eyes.

  He picks me up and flings me into the open cage sitting in the corner meant for future kinky fun.

  I fly through the air and land right where he wants me to be.

  Before I can protest he shuts the cylindrical cage door with a powerful swipe. The automatic lock snaps into place, trapping me inside.

  I can only watch in sheer horror as silver fur sprouts from his skin.

  He struggles and howls in pain while his dick throbs simultaneously, spraying his seed all over the grimy dungeon floor.

  Master Dyne's skull structure and jawline change rapidly, becoming more elongated and in the shape of a dog… no, a wolf!

  He stands before me. His once blue eyes have changed into a piercing bright yellow that stare down into my soul as I cower in the cage that I'm in.

  As I stand there and consider the sudden circumstances thrust upon me, I come to wonder, did he throw me in here on purpose, for my protection?

  I don't know how to describe the creature that Master Dyne has become, but only to say that the closest thing that I can compare him to is that of a werewolf.

  As if one can believe in werewolves in this day and age! Still, with Master Dyne's silvery fur, sharp claws and jaws of a wolf right before my very eyes, who am I to deny the existence of the being right in front of me?

  He lunges at the cage, rattling it and frightening me out of my wits. My frantic screams for help fill the room and hopefully this entire building.

  But after screaming for what seems like an eternity, no one comes to check. It's like I'm forgotten by the world.

  I press myself to the back of the cage, as far away from the werewolf before as I possibly can.

  Oh Amelia Phillips, what the hell have you gotten yourself into. First you've come for a job, next you're fucking the interviewer-cum-CEO of Globaldyne and now, you're hiding from a freaking werewolf!

  Even I can't believe the incredulity of the situation I suddenly find myself in.

  "Help?" I whimper, curling my body up into as small a ball as I can.

  Help!

  END :)

  Find out what happens next in My Billionaire Werewolf Master 2: Submitting to the Pack (Paranormal BDSM Menage Erotica)!

  Trapped in the interview room cum dungeon with Oliver Dyne (billionaire, CEO, werewolf) for company, a shocked Amelia Phillips seizes the chance to escape when the werewolf traps himself between the bars of the cage. But when the board of directors arrive like men possessed by her beauty, Amelia is about to learn how unstoppable the pack's lust can be!

  Excerpt:

  Chance has graced my presence for a second; I seize it with both hands and bite onto it just in case it disappears forever.

  With Oliver trapped half-and-half between the cage bars, I wrestle open the cage door and step onto the cold floor tiles. The exit's just a few steps away. His agonizing howls of tortured protest sound gratifyingly farther away with every step I make towards the room door.

  Like chance, I squeeze the doorknob with my hand so tightly my knuckles turn white, turning it with such force that if it was locked I'd probably would have broken my wrist.

  It turns (thank god) and the door clicks open.

  I pull it and catch a glimpse of the corridor beyond this room.

  I have to get help! The police, hell, the army! A f**king werewolf just tried to attack me!

  The long well-lit hallway fills me with hope as my legs propel me forward out of danger... and into several burly men covered in slick business suits.

  "Help! Werewolf! Inside!" I scream. I can no longer talk in coherent sentences.

  They look at me as if I am some sort of mad woman. Well, it's understandable considering I'm naked and look like hell.

  Oh right, I'm naked.

  Hot crimson rushes to my cheeks as I cringe and make an anemic effort to cover myself with my arms. Shit, I just nearly escaped death and the first thing I'm concerned about is how I look? Way to go on your priorities there, Amelia.

  The man in front of all the others looks slightly behind at the near-clone of himself. Come to think of it, they all look the same with their immaculate business suits and blue ties.

  "Grab her."

  Want more steamy werewolf action? Then read The Werewolf Experience: M/f/MMMMM Paranormal Erotica!

  When an elusive, never-before-recorded species of wolf appears before Brandy's very eyes, she gives up everything to chase after it. Finding herself in the wolf's den, she finds herself surrounded by the pack and privy to a mind blowing secret. They're actually werewolves! Now that she knows, the pack can't let her escape, unless of course, she satisfies their lustful desires...

  Excerpt:

  My hand leaps to my mouth at the thought of such an absurd conclusion. I mean, this is stuff of legends and lore! There can simply be no such things as-

  “Werewolves.” I looked up as the biggest of the group completed my thoughts for me.

  “We’re werewolves.” The woman repeats the man’s sentence, as if I didn’t understand the first time round.

  But how can this be? Despite the many doubts in my mind, the fact stands that the earlier vicious pack of wolves are now replaced group of ominous looking men and a single female, like the alpha’s mate. There simply aren’t any other ‘logical’ explanations here.

  This is a revelation that the world has to know! My mind works quickly, exhilarated at the prospect of being the first human to discover the existence of werewolves.

  “No, Brandy!” the largest guy with the girl at his shoulder snarls aggressively. Startled, I winch in fear and… arousal? The rest cower in his presence. I can only assume that he’s the alpha.

  No, this can’t be! I think furiously at myself. C’mon Brandy! You’re at the mercy of a pack of werewolves and the last thing you should be thinking of is sex!

  “How’d you know my name?” I ask.

  “As a werewolf, I can read you mind.” The alpha replies, grinning wildly.

  Oh wait, if he can read minds, doesn’t that mean he knows that I’m –

  “You’re in heat, aren’t you? You want to mate.” He finishes my thoughts for me. The others snicker at my rapidly blushing face.

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  The Ghost Experience: MF Paranormal Erotica

  As a housing agent, Brandy must inspect and snap some shots of her client's haunted house. Stepping inside, she's soon terrified of the paranormal presence plaguing her work. But worst of all, this ghost is a feisty one, and despite being dead for centuries, his libido has never been more alive for her!

  The Demon Experience: MF Paranormal Erotica

  Stunned by how a few stupid kids actually managed to summon the devil, Brandy's annoyed that it now refuses to leave her basement! With her soul at stake, she beats the devil at his own game easily, but he won't leave without at least having her body. How far will Brandy go to get the devil out of her basement?

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  Feeling buzzed from all the cocktails she drank at the bar, Jessica gets picked up by a stranger handsome beyond her wildest dreams! Back at his place, he confesses before they do anything, that he's actually a... vampire? Now that she knows, will Jessica refuse her one-night stand, or is too tipsy to care?

  Exorgasm: MMM Paranormal Demon Possession Erotica

  Father Jacobs just graduated from Bible College as a professional Exorcist and simply can't wait for his first assignment. But when he finally steps into the room of the possessed Joe, he's awestruck by how devilishly handsome Joe is. Worse still, the demon only promises to leave if Father Jacobs does it with Joe! Will Father Jacobs exorcise the demon or will he succumb and do as the devil says?

  The Ghost After Hours (Paranormal Office-themed Erotica)

  Hedge fund analyst Sally stays back at work almost every day of the week. Face time in the office is important after all, even when no one is watching... is there? The empty office also gives Sally ample 'alone time' to use the dildo she keeps hidden in her locked drawer, until the ghost that haunts the office reveals himself! Shocked into disbelief, can she keep calm or fall for his advances?