Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission) Read Free

sheet and put on the dress. Choosing a cute pair of matching flip flops, she closed the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the bump of her nipples under the soft cloth but nothing else. The slightly sheer sundress caught her mid-thigh and most resembled the one she had worn to the ship.
    Apprehensively, Jasmine opened the bedroom door. Outside was a long hallway and at the end of it were stairs. She would take them up, she decided. Her first priority was to get back to her hotel. If she passed the stranger on the way, then that would be fine too.
    Jasmine continued to maneuver the maze of hallways and doors. It was like a cozy inn with its hidden corners and lines of rooms. But when she ascended into the sunlight it was with a tremendous amount of relief. 
    Stepping onto the deck, she found that it was almost exactly like the night before, the only difference being significant; the view. Instead of finding the mainland as she had seen the night before from this side of the deck, she found open ocean. Jogging across the ship to where she had boarded, she didn't see the pier and bar, what she saw instead was what could only be described as an island estate.
    Littered across the estate were mushroom shaped cabana huts. They weren't made of thatch and brush, however. They were made of something intricately painted to look like wood. Her first thought was that the entire scene looked like a magnificently crafted work of art. Her second thought was that she had been kidnapped.
     
    Examining the path that led from the private pier to the cabanas she found a few dark-skinned people fluttering about. It was tough to tell if they were vacationing or working. Either way it didn't seem like a threatening prison if it was one, so instead of worrying or jumping to any conclusions, she exited the ship and headed toward the smell of breakfast.
    Crossing the sand, she found it was an exquisite estate. There were beach volleyball courts and paddle boats. She made note of the sailboats that sat unattended and of the personal watercraft vehicles that seemed available for her escape. She followed the path between the cabanas into a large dining area filled with people. None were having breakfast, but one of them caught her attention and pointed her further along.
    When the path ended, Jasmine found herself standing at the door of a large round structure. 'Perhaps it's the main house,' she thought. But it wasn't shaped like one. To Jasmine, it instead looked like a larger version of the cabanas she had passed. And peeking into the open door she was greeted by another man whose voice sounded familiar.
    “I'm glad you could join us, Ms Cameron,” the older man pronounced. “Right this way.”
    “How do you know my name,” Jasmine asked unsure of how even the mysterious man would know it.
    “It is our job to know all of our guests' names.”
    'So I'm a guest,' she thought. 'This isn't a kidnapping. Or if it is, it is the most polite kidnapping of all time.'
    “Right this way, madam.”
    The casually dressed man-servant led Jasmine through the open room. It was as authentic to its design on the inside as it was on the outside. It had an open ceiling and looked like what she would imagine a real beach hut would look like if decorated by someone with impeccable style.
    Crossing the room, Jasmine saw a glass door come into view. Through it was the one person that she recognized. It was the mysterious man. He was dressed in light tan pants and another of his tailored white shirts. With his dashing good-looks he looked like a model in a cologne ad. Jasmine again wondered who this man could be. Joining him on the balcony, she decided that the first thing she had to do was find out.
    “Okay, who are you and why have you brought me here?” Jasmine demanded parking herself next to the table laden with breakfast food.
    “Well, good morning to you too. Is that the way you were raised to address your hosts?” the man said with an