His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

“I suggest you follow those instructions or I will use my belt.” He said in a cool, calculated voice. “Oh, and Alina. I will leave marks if I have to. If you behave, we could always go outside again.” He told me, and I shuddered. I couldn’t move. I just sat there, staring at the bag, knowing that when I opened it, everything would change. I’d have to either defy him or finally give in. this was the test, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to let go of hope just yet.

BONUS #2: Trained To Submit (Book Two)

*** Recap: Trained To Submit ***

Alina had never expected her life to take such an unexpected turn. She hadn’t expected to be targeted by Andrew as the perfect person to take. Someone that no one would miss. She could easily disappear, but she didn’t know that. Andrew did. Andrew had been watching her, falling in love with her in the only way he could, and he had taken her because of it. It didn’t matter to him if Alina chose to call him Daddy or Master, at his command, because all he had to call her was “mine”.

There was no escaping that she was his now, but it took Alina time to give in. Time was all that Andrew had, and gifted with a stuffed teddy bear for comfort, her walls started to break down and apart, letting Andrew in. He wrapped her in his arms, and he showered her with cool, calculated affection, showing her a side of life that she had never seen before. Tenderness he’d never awarded a captive before. Craving physical touch and attention, Alina let him inside of her. She let him teach her that pain and pleasure went hand in hand, and sometimes purpose is found in the most unlikely of places. Alina was a smart girl, and she adapted quickly to his instructions, finding comfort in his gaze and warmth in his arms. The compulsion of running away soon became a distant dream that didn’t seem so appealing anymore.

Alina: Prologue

I had never expected my life to take this turn, but here we were. This should be the chance for me to escape. I thought to myself, looking down at Andrew. Looking down at my Master. He had stolen me from everything I had ever known, and even now I felt myself flush at the thought of everything he had done to me. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him. Not really. His fever was getting worse, and I was scared of the injury he had sustained when we were walking. I looked around. I had already lost sight of the trail. I had started to look forward to these walks, but I never thought Master would take a fall like that.

“Alina…” He said, looking up at me blurry-eyed, before starting to pass back out again.

“We should get you home.” I told him, but he shook his head.

“In the morning. I don’t think we’ll find our way back to the path just yet.” He said, and as his breathing started to even out again and his eyes closed, he pulled me close to him.

“Don’t worry. The most you have to worry about this close to my home is deer. There’s no big bad wolf to eat you.” He weakly taunted, and I could feel myself bristle. The relief of hearing him won out though, and so I settled next to him with my head on his chest.

“There’s you.” I whispered.

I wasn’t even sure he was awake enough to hear me, but he chuckled, and I was happy that he was well enough to do so. It’s just a cold. He got a little dizzy. That’s why he fell. I reminded myself, but I knew that until morning came I couldn’t be so sure. I thought that the night he took me was the longest night of my life, but now I knew differently. This man may have taken everything from me, but he had given me everything as well. I was no one, a lost girl before him, but now I felt like a woman. With his fingers clutching me as he fell asleep, I knew I was the woman he needed, no matter if I called him Master or not.

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Andrew: Seeing Fire in Her Eyes

I didn’t think that I would see fire in her eyes like I had yesterday. She had looked at me with such fierce worry and determination to get me home that I was taken aback. I knew she was also afraid with the way she trembled, and I had to poke fun at her because of it, despite my weak condition. I smiled down at her. She ha

d fallen asleep in my arms. She hadn’t left me there trying to run, and yet I knew she wasn’t broken. There was something about her that screamed determination, and there was a fierce, odd determination for her to stay by my side for a reason I couldn’t understand.

Do you realize I’m good for you yet? I asked myself, knowing that I couldn’t voice the question

to her. She didn’t know what she wanted. I could still feel that she was conflicted. She was still too young. I knew I wanted her. I knew I loved her, but only as much as the depravity in me would allow, but the thought that she had come around so soon was startling. I thought I’d have to break her and rebuild her to get this girl to turn into the woman I wanted, and yet here she was sleeping outside in my arms. I shook her gently, and she started to open her eyes, yawning loudly as she looked at me.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Just a small fall. A twisted ankle. That’s all. Now we need to get back. I’m sure you’re hungry.” I

said, and as I said it her stomach growled. I smirked at her arrogantly, and she looked down with a blush staining her cheeks. I got up, helping her up, but I stumbled, and Alina reached out to catch me. She seemed surprised with herself, and I gave her an odd look as well, quirking an eyebrow at her inquisitively.

“I will be fine, pet.” I said. “Don’t think about running. Remember what I told you.” I said, since warning her against such foolishness was now second nature. We took a few more steps together before I heard her mutter.

“I didn’t try to run last night.” She said under her breath, with as air of sarcasm.

I said nothing. She was right, and I was still mulling over that piece of information that she had given me. It made my blood run hot for her. I felt myself harden at the idea that she had loyally stayed beside me last night when she had her first opportunity to run, and it made me want her more than I had before. It took us a few minutes to stumble back onto the path, but in the daylight it was not that hard to find. She seemed to deflate in relief once we were back on it, but her stomach started to growl loudly again. I chuckled.

“It’s a fifteen-minute walk.” I told her, and we started to walk in silence.

I kept my arm around her as we did for two reasons. I wanted to have a grip on her, and it helped me to walk a little faster. Without a sprain, it should have only been a ten-minute walk, but the twists and turns once again reminded me why we had not tried to walk it after I fell down the small hill last night. When we were back at the house, she smiled. Do you think of this as your home now? I mused. I was hopeful that she did, but if she was starting to see it that way, I didn’t want to make her think differently by pointing it out. Instead, I let go my release of her arm, watching as she continued to walk towards the house.

Alina didn’t stop when she got inside. She knew where her room was, and I walked with her, stopping at the kitchen. Alina didn’t notice that I had stopped right away, and so she had continued onward towards her room until I cleared my throat, stopping her dead in her tracks.

She gave me an odd look.

“How about we take breakfast in the kitchen.” I said coolly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her eyes widened, and she nodded. I just stood there, tapping my foot to see if she’d