I came to the online forum for an escape. Thirty-four-year-old Isabella Rossi had conquered the boardrooms of Manhattan. She had built a tech empire with her bare hands and a voice that could make vice presidents weep. But behind the armor of the CEO was a woman drowning in loneliness, hiding a secret no lover had ever understood: she didn't want to be in charge. She wanted to be owned. She went looking for an anonymous release.
She found their post. Two Professionals Seeking a Third. A Shared Submissive for Ownership, Humiliation, and Public Play. The words reached through the screen and unlocked a door she had kept bolted shut her entire life. I didn't expect them. Adrian was a scalpel-a razor-sharp litigator whose gray eyes dissected her with clinical precision. His voice alone could bring her to her knees. Marcus was a hammer-an architect with a wolf's grin and hands that promised both brutality and tenderness.
Together, they were everything she had been taught to fear and everything her body had always craved. At a coffee shop, over a single trembling cup, she surrendered. By nightfall, she was on a hotel bed between them, slapped, degraded, filled, and marked-sobbing with a relief she had never known existed. They collared her not with leather, but with a delicate gold bracelet-an eternity knot that whispered you are ours.
And she wore it under the sleeve of every power suit, touching it during hostile takeovers, during conference calls, during the moments she needed to remember who she really was. They wanted to own me. Completely. By day, Isabella Rossi was still the queen of Apex Solutions-decisive, untouchable, the terror of shareholders. By night, she was their slut, their pet, their precious, filthy secret. In dark cinemas, they fingered her to orgasm while strangers sat rows away.
In her own boardroom, they controlled a remote toy that made her come behind a podium, hiding the scream in a coughing fit. On a video call with her entire staff, they tied her up just out of frame, fucked her while she was muted, and threatened to unmute the microphone so the world would hear their CEO beg. The Eternity Knot of Three is a polyamorous, BDSM erotic romance with power exchange, public play, degradation and praise, and a fiercely earned happily-ever-after.
This book is intended for mature readers who appreciate dark, taboo themes explored with immersive, visceral detail. Tropes: CEO heroine / dominant heroes Polyamorous triad (M/F/M) Power exchange / total submission Public humiliation and play Degradation mixed with praise kink Secret relationship / hidden identity Content Warning: This book contains explicit depictions of BDSM, polyamory, rough sex, public sexual acts, slapping, remote-controlled toys, intense degradation and humiliation,.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
I came to the online forum for an escape. Thirty-four-year-old Isabella Rossi had conquered the boardrooms of Manhattan. She had built a tech empire with her bare hands and a voice that could make vice presidents weep. But behind the armor of the CEO was a woman drowning in loneliness, hiding a secret no lover had ever understood: she didn't want to be in charge. She wanted to be owned. She went looking for an anonymous release.
She found their post. Two Professionals Seeking a Third. A Shared Submissive for Ownership, Humiliation, and Public Play. The words reached through the screen and unlocked a door she had kept bolted shut her entire life. I didn't expect them. Adrian was a scalpel-a razor-sharp litigator whose gray eyes dissected her with clinical precision. His voice alone could bring her to her knees. Marcus was a hammer-an architect with a wolf's grin and hands that promised both brutality and tenderness.
Together, they were everything she had been taught to fear and everything her body had always craved. At a coffee shop, over a single trembling cup, she surrendered. By nightfall, she was on a hotel bed between them, slapped, degraded, filled, and marked-sobbing with a relief she had never known existed. They collared her not with leather, but with a delicate gold bracelet-an eternity knot that whispered you are ours.
And she wore it under the sleeve of every power suit, touching it during hostile takeovers, during conference calls, during the moments she needed to remember who she really was. They wanted to own me. Completely. By day, Isabella Rossi was still the queen of Apex Solutions-decisive, untouchable, the terror of shareholders. By night, she was their slut, their pet, their precious, filthy secret. In dark cinemas, they fingered her to orgasm while strangers sat rows away.
In her own boardroom, they controlled a remote toy that made her come behind a podium, hiding the scream in a coughing fit. On a video call with her entire staff, they tied her up just out of frame, fucked her while she was muted, and threatened to unmute the microphone so the world would hear their CEO beg. The Eternity Knot of Three is a polyamorous, BDSM erotic romance with power exchange, public play, degradation and praise, and a fiercely earned happily-ever-after.
This book is intended for mature readers who appreciate dark, taboo themes explored with immersive, visceral detail. Tropes: CEO heroine / dominant heroes Polyamorous triad (M/F/M) Power exchange / total submission Public humiliation and play Degradation mixed with praise kink Secret relationship / hidden identity Content Warning: This book contains explicit depictions of BDSM, polyamory, rough sex, public sexual acts, slapping, remote-controlled toys, intense degradation and humiliation,.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.