Finding Herself (Surrender) by Alicia Roberts Page A

without enjoying it.

During the challenge, Morgan employs all his tricks to make her admit she enjoys it. He insists Stella behave like a proper submissive, and this includes being constantly naked, allowing him to touch her intimately, and accepting spankings and other punishments for her mistakes.

Stella is determined to emerge from the challenge with her heart intact – but will that be possible?
    Extract:
    Morgan started laughing before I could go on. "Stella, I intend to show you just how 'tiny' my cock is before the week finishes."
    I blushed, groaning that my jab had backfired. "But you're not putting it in me."
    "Fine. I can do that. But don't kid yourself that this isn't about sex." He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "Because this is all about sex. And there are a lot of other things I can do to make you scream."
    We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly till I finally looked down at the contract again. "And there's not going to be bondage."
    "I can't agree to that. BDSM is all about bondage."
    "But I don't like the idea of being tied up."
    "No can do. If you're not willing to get tied up, you might as well admit you're chicken and back out right now."
    I sighed. "Fine. And I guess this means you want to go ahead with spankings and stuff."
    "Absolutely. Remember, the bet ends after a week. If I can get you to admit you like BDSM by that time, I win. But if you last a week with me, and after all that time you decide you hate BDSM, you win."
    "Hmm." I was determined not to like this week. "And what are the stakes?"
    Morgan leaned back in his chair. "If you win, I'll buy a sponsorship on your blog for $300,000. But if you lose, you'll mention the Treasury Casino in your blog's sidebar for free."
    I nodded. "Sounds reasonable."
    "And you'll mention that the owner of the casino, Morgan Anderson, is a handsome, intelligent man and a wonderful lover, and you'll keep it up for a year."
    It was my turn to stare at him like he'd grown horns. "Are you nuts? There's no way I'm saying that!"
    "Then you'd better not lose."
    He smirked annoyingly and I glared at him. "Oh, I'm sure I'll win. It'll be a pleasure to take your money."
    I signed the contract with a flourish and handed it over.
    Morgan glanced at it and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night at 7. Come up to my suite, bring all your things and wear a skirt."