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

unflustered smile.
    “That's the way I was raised to address someone who's kidnapped me in the middle of the night.”
    The man laughed. “I can assure you that this is not a kidnapping.”
    “Then what is it?”
    “Why don't you sit down and let me tell you?” The man gestured toward the chair across the table from him. Jasmine considered rejecting his offer but quickly decided that it would be a futile act. She was hungry and whatever happened next was in her host's hands. Jasmine pulled out the chair and sat down.
    “Now eat. You must be famished.”
    Jasmine looked up at the man hearing an accusation buried in his words. Finding nothing accusatory on his face, she grabbed a scone and buttered it. She was famished. She didn't understand why but she felt like she could eat everything on the table.
    “Very good. Now, we didn't get the chance to formally meet last night. You can call me Jassar.”
    The man held out his hand allowing Jasmine to gain a firm grip.
    “And you?” He continued.
    “Jasmine,” she offered softly, seduced by the taste of the scone.
    “Jasmine Cameron, yes?”
    “Yes,” she confirmed with apprehension. “How did you know that?”
    “What type of host would I be if I didn't know my guest's name?”
    “So you're telling me that I am your guest?”
    “Of course.”
    “Then in that case I need to get back to my parents. They're probably worried.”
    “Your parents have been informed of your whereabouts and hope for you to have of good time.”
    “What do you mean 'my parents know where I am'? How could they when I don't even know where I am.”
    “You are a guest on my estate. You are on a private Cay in the Bahamas. Anything you like will be made available to you while you are here and the resources here are plentiful.”
    “Great, then what I would like is a ride back to the dock where I got on.”
    “I'm sorry Jasmine, that is the one thing that I cannot give you.”
    “Why not?” Jasmine asked becoming concerned.
    “Because that wasn't part of our arrangement.”
    “Whose arrangement?” she asked confused.
    “Why, your father's, of course.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I would have preferred for you to think of this excursion as a luxurious surprise, but I see that you are going to want to know the gritty facts. You see, your father has a business.”
    “Yes, a textile company.”
    “Yes. And unfortunately it isn't doing as well as he would have hoped. He owes a lot of money to those who you wouldn't want to owe money to.”
    Jasmine's voice softened at the possibility. “I don't know anything about that.”
    “And why should you? What your father needs is a very generous benefactor. The problem is that aside from his indebted company, he has nothing else of worth… accept one.”
    Jasmine's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She wouldn't have believed it accept for something in the back of her mind that said it could be true. Her father, though fairly westernized and married to a white American woman, still held onto some of his culture's beliefs. He had mentioned arranged marriages many times to her throughout her childhood to Jasmine's refusal. She had always thought of it as a game they played, but for the first time she considered otherwise. Could the financial state of her father's company be what was behind their long standing game?
    “Before you come to the wrong conclusion, I would like to assure you that you are my guest here. The simple arrangement that we made is that you would stay here with me for three days. Nothing else will be expected.”
    Jasmine looked at Jassar in disbelief.
    “Let me assure you, I am not a man without options. I have captured the attention of princesses and models alike. What you would offer me wouldn't be any better.”
    “Then why am I here?”
    “You are here because I collect prized possessions. And when I met your father, I found that you were his.”
    Jasmine relaxed into her seat absorbing