Free Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

Anyway, what harm could it do? They were both consenting adults.
    With no time to waste, Lia dashed into the en suite bathroom, and took a quick shower. When she returned to the bedroom she noticed a large gift-wrapped box lay on one of the chairs. What the hell is this? A folded piece of paper lay half-hidden by a large red bow, decorating the expensive-looking package. Lia slipped the note out from beneath the ribbon.

    Lia,
    Thanks for a truly wonderful evening.
    Please accept this small gift as a token of my appreciation and respect.
I’ll call you.
    Jake

    Excitedly, she undid the decorative red bow, and lifted the lid. “Oh, my God, Jake. It’s beautiful. This must have cost you a fortune.” Beneath several layers of tissue paper lay an expensive black designer dress, similar in style to the one Jake had ripped from her body the night before. Lia laughed out loud when she thought of how she would have looked leaving the casino in her torn dress. Jake had also ripped off her panties, too, and she noticed he hadn’t replaced them. She guessed that Jake, being Jake, had done that on purpose. It probably gave him a hard-on thinking of her returning home without any underwear.
    Lia stepped into the dress, noting the Italian designer label. Valeria Marini . This must have cost a fortune. It fitted perfectly, too. Trust Jake to get it right. She looked for her other possessions. Her shoes and purse were nowhere to be seen. With bare feet she padded from the bedroom and into the most sumptuous living area she’d ever seen. The room simply dripped with luxury. Designer furniture, exquisite, handmade carpets, and fine paintings by original artists gave an impression of unlimited wealth. Jake certainly knew how to live. She briefly wondered how many other women had seen the inside of his penthouse apartment, before dismissing the intrusive thought. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows gave uninterrupted views over Vegas. Last night she’d barely noticed her surroundings. Now they unnerved her. Just who was she kidding? Jake was a seriously wealthy and important guy. Ordinary women like her were mere commodities to a man like Jake Benetti. She had no doubt he was quite capable of using and discarding women without a second thought. As she moved toward his personal elevator, she noticed the stack of casino chips he’d given her last night. Neatly piled on the expensive coffee table, they looked very inviting. She was tempted to scoop them up and place them in her purse, and then cash them in downstairs. Jake had told her there was fifty grand in total. Something inside her stopped her doing it. Instead she picked them up and dropped them into an unassuming little vase that stood on the coffee table.
    “I’m just not that sort of girl, Jake.” If he hadn’t ruined her dress she wouldn’t have accepted the new one, either.
    Her shoes lay discarded where she’d left them the night before, and she quickly slipped them on. Realization dawned. They may both enjoy the D/s lifestyle, but their lives away from the bedroom could hardly be more different. Would he call her? She hoped they’d shared an emotional and physical connection last night, and perhaps he wouldn’t want his money back after all . Wise up, woman, we’re talking about a million bucks here. He’s never gonna forget about that. Lia took one last, envious look at Jake’s fabulous penthouse apartment, and then stepped into the elevator.

Chapter Thirteen

    Three weeks later

    Jake drove the Mustang up the twisting desert road toward his house in Summerlin. Only a mile to go and he’d be there. After three years of staying away, he’d finally decided to return. He guessed Lia had been the catalyst to change his way of thinking. He wondered why he hadn’t called her after the incredible night they’d shared together three weeks ago. He guessed he needed to lay a few ghosts to rest first.
    Nestled precariously on the ridge, the familiar façade of his house came