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Beg - OG Paperback

88 pages pages
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Book One in the Submission Series. 

I kneel for no man.

Jonathan Drazen is a known womanizer and a gorgeous piece of man I’m not letting into my heart. Yeah, he’s rich, beautiful, charming as hell, and he has a wit as sharp as a double-edged razor. But he’s made it perfectly clear that this is a short-term thing. Three nights, tops, then we part like sexually satisfied grown-ups.

I can get on my knees for him without losing the ground under my feet, right?

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This is the original, OG-est way to read this story. You can also do it the updated mid-2020's way and read them replackaged into a trilogy.

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A blurb for the bots:

The Submission Series:

The Submission Series is a kinky BDSM romance. Monica loves to sing but she is not successful. Jonathan is a dominant billionaire who has lots of sex but does not have love. Jonathan thinks Monica is submissive who enjoys bondage and edging. Monica believes she dislikes discipline games. They spend time together in bed and fall in love. Monica realized she is a submissive but refuses to obey Jonathan outside the bedroom. Jonathan has to get used to this and learns to love her for her strength and decisiveness. They live happily ever after.

The Submission Series is a romance by CD Reiss containing four books. They are Submission, Domination, Connection. There is a fourth book available with supplemental material called Collection. These books have different titles on other retailers. Submission is called One Night With Him. Domination is titled One Year With Him. Connection is titled One Life with Him. They are the same books inside.

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At the height of singing the last note, when my lungs were still full and I was switching from pure physical power to emotional thrust, I was blindsided by last night's dream.

Like most dreams, it hadn't had a story. I was on top of a grand piano on the rooftop bar of Hotel K.

The fact that the real hotel didn’t have a piano on the roof notwithstanding, I was on it and naked from the waist down, propped on my elbows. My knees were spread further apart than physically possible. Customers drank their thirty-dollar drinks and watched as I sang. The song didn’t have words, but I knew them well, and as the strange man with his head between my legs licked me, I sang harder and harder until I woke up with an arched back and soaked sheets, hanging on to a middle C for dear life.