For His Desire Series by Alora Matisse

Elena knows nothing about the mysterious man she meets on a blind date, yet he is about to change her entire life. Excerpt: Elena hadn’t quite been sure what to expect, but the obscenely lavish house spread out before her was beyond what she had imagined. “It’s beautiful,” she said, feeling even as she said it that ‘beautiful’ was much too weak a word to describe the opulence that surrounded them. “It’s home,” he said, shrugging his shoulders... moreElena knows nothing about the mysterious man she meets on a blind date, yet he is about to change her entire life. Excerpt: Elena hadn’t quite been sure what to expect, but the obscenely lavish house spread out before her was beyond what she had imagined. “It’s beautiful,” she said, feeling even as she said it that ‘beautiful’ was much too weak a word to describe the opulence that surrounded them. “It’s home,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Of course he could be blasé about it; he lived there. To Elena, though, it was quite impressive. He invited her to look around as he offered to get some wine. Elena wandered from the foyer into a library, perusing the shelves and finding an interesting mixture of vintage books and expensive curios. He returned with two wine glasses and a bottle itself. He showed it to her as though to get her approval. “Looks good,” she told him. It was wet and would taste of grapes; that’s all she knew of wine and all she needed to know. “You have one of everything,” she remarked, looking around and smiling. “Not everything,” he said. “I like to collect things from my travels.” “You travel often?” she asked. “For work, generally,” he replied. “It does keep me busy. Tonight was a good break from work.” Elena smiled at him as though to remind him that the evening was not over. Indeed it was a good break for her, too. She was distracted, not by the house itself – though it was very distracting and she could have spent hours wandering through the various rooms admiring his décor – but by his hands. She watched as he uncorked the bottle, her gaze transfixed by each action he performed. She realized how much she wanted those hands on her body. Michael looked up then, as though reading her mind, and she blushed as their eyes met. He handed her the glass of wine and she tasted, her unsophisticated palate unable to discern the variety of wine. “It’s good,” she murmured. “I’m glad you like it.” He was standing close enough to her that she would swear that she could feel his body heat. He leaned in and kissed her, parting her lips and tasting her. She returned his kiss eagerly, her arms wrapping around him. She pressed her body against him, tasting him and letting him taste her. It was better than she had hoped. Reluctantly he pulled back, breaking the kiss. He had other plans that did not involve making out in the library all evening. Elena was obviously disappointed that he pulled away. She was breathing hard, wanting more. “Tease,” she said. “It’s only a tease if I don’t intend to follow through." less

Elena's relationship with the enigmatic billionaire Michael deepens and Michael makes one little request of her. Excerpt: “I brought you in here for a reason,” Michael said, interrupting Elena’s daydream. Was he somehow reading her mind? “Not for the reason you might be thinking, Elena.” Again, his voice did not betray whether he was serious or kidding. “We need to make decisions before we go any further.” “Decisions?” Elena asked... moreElena's relationship with the enigmatic billionaire Michael deepens and Michael makes one little request of her. Excerpt: “I brought you in here for a reason,” Michael said, interrupting Elena’s daydream. Was he somehow reading her mind? “Not for the reason you might be thinking, Elena.” Again, his voice did not betray whether he was serious or kidding. “We need to make decisions before we go any further.” “Decisions?” Elena asked. “What kind of decisions?” “Sit down, Elena,” Michael said, pointing at a chair and Elena was aware everything had suddenly turned serious. She worried perhaps something had gone wrong; it seemed unlikely they would have to have a discussion if everything was going well. Elena was suddenly nervous and hoped that nothing was amiss. Elena took a seat as he indicated and he sat in the chair next to her. He was carrying a briefcase which he now set upon his lap and opened, withdrawing a pile of paperwork. “If we’re to continue,” Michael said, “we need to come to an agreement. I’m going to outline what I need. You may do the same. Please feel free to ask questions.” “Okay,” Elena agreed, feeling a bit nervous. She had never had such a frank discussion about expectations within a relationship. “I am a man who likes to be in control,” Michael said. “I’m sure that has already been obvious to you. It extends to my personal relationships as well. I have to have that measure of control in order to be satisfied.” “Understood,” Elena said. Even though Michael had not made an overtly sexual statement, she still felt a rush of arousal from his words. Her desire to touch him became strong and she physically sat on her hands to prevent herself from reaching out to him. If he noticed, he did not say, though she doubted it escaped his attention. Nothing seemed to escape his attention. “We’ll start with the matter of dress. So far you’ve done well dressing to please me. From now on, though, I’ll be choosing all of your non-work clothing. Also, I very much enjoy specific, feminine lingerie. I have made a list of the colors and styles for you. You have the choice of going to the stories yourself to pick out the clothes or Mrs. Patterson will take your sizes and fetch you the clothing.” “Mrs. Patterson?” Elena asked, though that was just one of the many questions floating about in her brain about their exchange. “My housekeeper,” Michael said. “She answered the door earlier.” “Oh, yes,” Elena said. Why had that been her first question? He wanted to dress her? Elena was intrigued by the idea but she also knew Michael wasn’t finished. He did have a list of items to discuss with her and she wasn’t sure what she wanted or needed from their relationship. “I don’t expect an answer today,” Michael said. “You can think about it and decide.” “Okay,” Elena agreed. “What else is on your list?” “Aside from dressing you, I would like control over your personal grooming. Your hair is beautiful and I like the color. I would like you to keep it as it is for now. As for your pussy, though, you will keep it shaven. Aesthetically I enjoy it that way, but I also prefer the smoothness for when I decide to lick your cunt.” Elena was certain that her face was bright red now. He was talking with the same even tone as he had been discussing business matters, but Elena felt herself growing soaked. He could have stopped there and she would have agreed, but Michael was not finished. “In return for giving up control to me, I will be very generous with you. As long as we are in a relationship, I will not be with anyone else and I expect the same of you. I like lavish dinners and taking trips and I will give you the world, Elena. But rest assured that I can be challenging and demanding. Do you understand what I am asking of you?” Elena nodded. “Yes, I believe so.” “And what are your thoughts?” Michael asked. less

Michael asks more and more of Elena, will she be able to give him everything he desires? Especially since Michael is hiding secrets of his own... Excerpt: Elena looked around Michael’s office. It was enormous and immaculate, just as the other rooms in his house. Michel had left her alone in his office while he was dealing with an urgent matter with his staff. She fidgeted in her chair, just not able to sit still... moreMichael asks more and more of Elena, will she be able to give him everything he desires? Especially since Michael is hiding secrets of his own... Excerpt: Elena looked around Michael’s office. It was enormous and immaculate, just as the other rooms in his house. Michel had left her alone in his office while he was dealing with an urgent matter with his staff. She fidgeted in her chair, just not able to sit still. She had too much on her mind and she stood up, deciding to look through Michael’s files. Elena just wanted to know him better. He was intensely private and she thought perhaps if she could just learn one thing from his office it would be worth all of her searching. She left the door ajar so she could hear Michael’s footsteps when he returned. All she knew of Michael’s work was that it involved the military; he never gave specifics about the job and he did not encourage questions in that area. She didn’t want to invade his privacy but she still began looking through Michael’s desk. She was frustrated to discover that most of his desk drawers were tightly locked. Elena listened carefully for Michael’s footsteps as she approached his large credenza. Michael had obviously been inside of it recently as it was unlocked. Elena dug through the files, not even sure what she sought, but knowing she wanted to find something about Michael. She flipped through the files, not taking the time to read anything in particular. There were so many and Elena was not certain how they were organized, though they were neatly arranged. In the back of the credenza in a plain, unlabeled file, Elena found pictures. The file was crammed full of photos and seeing the file’s contents made Elena’s heart stop. Inside were photos and photos of submissive women. Some of the women were wrapped in rope and blindfolded and gagged. Others were restrained with cuffs and chains. It was all beyond anything she and Michael had done and she was upset to see some of the things Michael was capable of doing. They were in a variety of positions, a variety of different bondages, but all quite helpless. Her heart sank as she looked at them, at all of the restrictive bondage and the marks. Elena saw welts and red marks, scratches and bruises on otherwise unblemished flesh. Had Michael been angry when he did this? Was it play? She was shocked at what she saw, but beneath that was a huge undercurrent of jealousy. “What the hell are you doing?” Michael demanded and Elena turned, startled. The file fell from her hands and the photos scattered onto the floor. There was no way for her to hide what she had been doing. less