Emma has just finished high school and fears being stuck on her family farm, living an ordinary life. She wants a life of passion, adventure and maybe even a little danger. But most of all, she wants a chance to go to college and become an artist.
Dylan is willing to give her everything she wants and more, including paying her tuition, but what he wants in return is her complete and utter submission.
A country girl finds herself thrust into a world of wealth, power and lust, where innocence has no place. And she must learn to navigate it all to get the life she wants.
He lived in a two story mansion with Roman columns on each side of a white door. Jamal offered his hand, helping her out the car and then grabbed her bag out the trunk. They entered the foyer which was rich and beautiful with a curved staircase and doors in every direction. She followed Jamal through the second door on the right and there was Dylan.
He rose from his Victorian styled sofa, and sat his glass down on the table next to him. His luscious lips parted slightly and he stared so hard with his vivid blue eyes her legs shook. He was dressed casually in a polo shirt that matched his eyes and grey slacks, but even dressed down he exuded authority and confidence.
"Take off your clothes."
Emma blinked a few times, replaying his first words to her. She turned and looked at Jamal who simply sat her luggage next to the door and with a short bow departed. She needed confirmation that this wasn't normal. This wasn't how you greeted people. No matter how much they'd done online, this was too fast. She chuckled. "Aren't you going to at least buy me dinner first?"
"I don't like repeating myself."
Emma's mouth went dry. This was too much. She was tempted to use the safeword he'd given her. But what would that make him think of her?
He hadn't laid a hand on her and she already couldn't take it.
Taking a deep breath, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the ground. Then she added her underwear in the pile. She stood before him completely naked, her bare feet on his cold marble floor. She folded her arms, covering her breasts to maintain what modesty she could.
Dylan walked over to her. The heat of his body beckoned her to come closer. He walked around her in a circle. She could feel his eyes across her skin. “Drop your arms.”
She closed her eyes and let her arms fall to her sides. He stood in front of her, but she kept her eyes closed. If she couldn’t see him, then he was less intimidating. He lifted her chin which made her open her eyes.
"Perfection," he said with such sincerity she almost swooned at the sound of his sultry voice.