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Description The first volume of Submissive Women combines three of Charlotte Edwards' most popular stories in one volume of over 13, words. When he told his wife he intended leaving her for his new love, she decided to do anything she had to to keep him. Determined to be the lover her husband wants, she is led woman a path of pleasure, depravity and fun. On this occasion, she is tied up and offered to another story. Throwing a marital aids party at home, she invites twenty of the loveliest ladies from the neighbourhood and ensures He has a front seat for the show and plenty of opportunity for audience participation. Extract: 'I finished my Champagne and Suzi took that as the al I intended it to be to knock back her own drink, walk across the room and stand passively by my side, shedding her robe on the submissive.

Name: Joane
Years: 35
What is my gender: Fem
I like to drink: Liqueur

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Tags: domination submission, spanking erotica, losing virginity, impregnation, older man younger woman sex, bdsm erotic romance, breeding erotica, alpha male domination, submissive romance, first time virgin sex. Nicholas looked up from his vodka and smiled when he saw me. Okay, I'd dressed up a little, but I hoped I hadn't overdone it. I followed. Several tables over, an older woman stared at the boy, apparently watching to make sure he cleaned his entire plate. For a second, I stupidly wondered if he would tell me it was his wife.

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But then she looked up, shaky and slow. I realized just how old she really was. And she's part of the reason I asked you to dine with me this evening I sank on the chair, straightening my sleek red dress. I wasn't gonna lie to myself — my heart sank a little when he said the words. So, he hadn't just wanted my company.

But then, what could this old crone possibly have to do with me? A waiter came by and took my drink order. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd just hit twenty-one two months ago, right after flunking out of college.

At least I could drink all I wanted, and I'd need a tall, stiff drink after I heard this strange Russian's offer. You were good with him this evening, April. Very good.

The boy usually pitches a fit with anyone except me and my dear, trusty nurse. Just one problem: Dorrit's long overdue for retirement.

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It hit me. I started to sweat a little, and reached for the tall flask of water next to me. Yeah, I'd wanted a job offer when I came to Europe and hopped on this miserable cruise. I just didn't expect a glorified nanny position in a strange land! I was never really the type when I was a teen You have the instinct a woman needs to look after them.


Our cultures are very different, you know. When I see that spark in you, beautiful and bright, I know you're right for the job.

It's instinct that makes an impression on me, April. Not experience. I coughed lightly. My Appletini arrived and I gulped it quickly, coating my belly in a deeper warmth. Nicholas grinned, no doubt amused as he discovered my freakish ability to hold my liquor. Just as long as it was sweet, green, and hit like gunpowder. Let's not joke around, April Gallaway. A girl — no, a young woman — your age doesn't come on a cruise like this all alone unless she wants to get away from something.

Here's your chance. He planted his hands neatly on the table and extended his fingers. Those sharp eyes were all over me as I settled my glass.

He was making me burn through my red dress. I flushed, unsure if I hated Nicholas or my own traitorous body more.

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The fires he kindled, wild and irrational, made my blood simmer. Ah, why? Why am I enjoying this? And how can he make such distant parts of me burn much fiercer than the liquor?

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You can tell me. You can tell me anything.

I'm the kind of girl you'd be a total idiot to hire. The ignorant, spoiled American times ten. I failed out of school and couldn't find a job. My dad's a rich diplomat. I had nothing better to do than sail the Baltic with ice on the shores. That's why I'm really here.

I can get you all those things and so much more, April. Should we talk terms and s? Just then, the Appletini kicked in, pouring kerosene on the mad, mad fire roiling my skin. If I were twice as drunk, I might've thrown myself at him right there, woman off the straps to my dress and silencing his evil stories with a kiss he'd never forget. It didn't help that I was still a virgin. Much more frustrated and filthy minded than a virgin had any business being, but it wasn't from lack of submissive.

My last boyfriend, Michael, dumped me the semester before I got ousted. He hadn't gone past second base, easily knocked off course by way I toyed with him. No great loss — he wasn't long-term material. He had nothing on the way this powerful Russian put me in my place, this strange man who made me want to dig in and unravel all his harsh mysteries.

I'll do this the old way, just like a good American businessman. Again, that damnably addicting chuckle rumbled from his strong throat. He produced a fountain pen and grabbed a napkin from the table's center, holding his hand over the papery sheaf as his pen went to work.

When he finished writing, he raised his other hand and slid it toward me. I audibly gasped when I saw the s. I checked for dollar s, thinking they were worthless rubles at first. But no, these were Euros, meaning he was offering me even more. I think your companies call it a ' on bonus. And half, I think you'll agree, is still more than generous just for trying it out. I stuttered. He was giving me twice what an experienced Vet Tech would earn in a good location. Probably well on the way to what my father made as a diplomat, all for submissive a glorified woman babysitter.

We story need to hash out my personal neuroses here, but I go for exactly what I want. Even if it carries a stiff premium. He reached forward, pressing the napkin closer to the circle formed by my limp arms. He brushed my trembling arm slightly, and let his flesh linger against mine, ice seeking fire. Just think about it. In three more days, we'll dock in St. Petersburg for good. That's where Grigor and I get off. Find me before then if it's a 'yes.

You need this, April. Nicholas ordered us both vodkas and a plate of caviar.

We ate mostly in silence for another half hour, casting heavy glances across the table. A little later, his frumpy old nurse wandered over with his son in tow and whispered some words in Russian. His feet shifted under the table as he pushed on the chair, but not all the way.