Desiree Holt | USA Today & Award-Winning Author

Beg Me

Known only by the name Sable, she’s made a reputation for herself interviewing some of the most powerful men in the country for Erotic Fantasy Magazine. But the mysterious Alex Courtland still eludes her. His conquests are legendary and people whisper about weekend trips to his island retreat with women he then never sees again. But Sable is determined. She wants to write the article about his ultimate sexual fantasy and she’ll do anything to get it.

When she finally corners him at a posh party, he offers her a bargain: Come to his Maine retreat with him for a weekend as his sexual submissive. If she does this, he will give her the interview she wants. He promises that by the end of the weekend she’ll beg him to satisfy her.

But things don’t always go as planned. Sable is far different from his other women, more strong-willed and not looking to ‘catch’ him and his millions. And Alex, whose soul long ago froze and turned to stone, finds himself awakening from emotional cold storage.

In the end, just who will be begging who?

This book has been released previously. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound.

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“Maybe. If it will get me my interview.”

“Oh, it will get you more than you anticipated.” His gaze held hers. “Come spend the weekend with me on my island. Experience first hand why these women beg me to fuck them. Think what a story that would make.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so…” Fool! Say yes!

“Afraid?” he teased.

“Not at all. You don’t scare me. But a whole weekend? I don’t think so.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Twenty-four hours, then.”

“And I get my story?”

“Here’s the deal. If I can make you beg me to fuck you before our time is up, no story. On the other hand, if you’re as strong as I hear and make me fight for your response, I’ll let you write anything you want.” His gaze pinned her. “Just one rule.”

“Oh?” Her brain was spinning. “And what’s that?”

“I call the shots. Anything goes. Anything.”

She studied his eyes, wondering what was going on in his mind. “I’m not sure…”

“I’ll do nothing to harm you. That’s not who I am. The only pain I inflict is for pleasure. And I guarantee I’ll take you to sexual heights you’ve never reached before.” He leaned his head closer to hers, his eyes darkening. “Don’t you have fantasies of your own you’d like to explore?”

Oh, if he only knew!

Her pussy was throbbing now.

“Yes, I can see it in your eyes.” His thumbs stroked her collar bone. “You’re so hot right now I could make you come with little effort.”

Sable wet her lips. “I doubt it…”

His smile was arrogant. “That’s a challenge I can’t resist.” He grabbed her hand. “Come with me. Right now.”

Before she could gather her wits to protest, he had her out of the ballroom and outside to where his limo waited. In seconds she was lying on the back seat, her dress around her waist, her legs wide apart.

His fingers spread the lips of her cunt, and she heard the hiss of his indrawn breath. “Deliciously wet. And so ready. I knew there was fire here.”

Her heart was thundering as he slid his hands under her ass, lifted her and thrust his tongue deep inside her weeping vagina. One hand pinched and rubbed her swelling clit as he fucked her with his tongue.

Her orgasm came with stunning speed, gripping her with its intensity, flooding his mouth. His clever tongue lapped at her until the last tremor died away and he’d sucked the last drop of fluid from her.

He sat back and pulled her up with him, his eyes burning into hers. “No whips and chains tonight, Sable, and see how easily I made you come? But that’s the last orgasm you’ll get from me without begging. Twenty four hours is a long time to hold back.” He helped her out of the car. “Before we’re done you’ll be begging me to stick my cock in your pussy or your ass and fuck your brains out.”