Mia's Submission (The Satin Rose Experience) by Sandra Bunino Read Free Book Online

MIA’S SUBMISSION
     
    The Satin Rose Experience
     
    Romance on the Go
     
    Sandra Bunino
     
    Copyright © 2012
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    Mia Lavender raked her fingers through her damp hair as she walked out of the bathroom in the pink robe that dangled on a padded hanger from the hook on the door.
    “Asher, I don’t get it. Where’s the—“
    She scanned the empty suite. Asher Cane was gone but in his place was a silver tray with a bowl of cut fruit and a thick stack of French toast covered with a generous sprinkle of powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice and a steamy silver carafe of coffee completed the decadent meal which perched on the perfectly made bed. The aroma wafted to her nostrils and instantly made her stomach grumble. How does he do it? She picked up the long stemmed rose from the crystal bud vase on the tray and brought it to her nose when the red envelope leaning against the vase caught her eye.
    Mia flopped down on the bed with a big grin as she ripped open the envelope.
     
    Mia,
     
    Training begins today.
     
    Last night was for fun, but understand I won’t be so easy on you today.
     
    Eat. You’ll need your energy for the session I have planned for you. After you’re done go to Suite Five where there will be further instruction.
     
    Since this will be your first real training, let’s think of it as a trial period. We’ll meet on equal footing in the lounge at midnight tonight. You have until then to decide if you’re in or out. I’ll need an all-in commitment from you.
     
    Asher
     
    PS ~ Last night was amazing.
     
     
    Mia reread the letter while nibbling on a piece of French toast. Last night was amazing . Her heart fluttered as she pictured him writing the note.
    Pouring a cup of coffee, she shook her head in amazement. In just twenty-four hours, Mia Lavender went from an administrative assistant for Rosebud Resorts to Vice President of Client Experience at the exclusive Satin Rose Experience or SRE division of Rosebud all because of her slip. Leaving her Twitter site open to Asher Cane’s very sexy eyes led to a slew of direct messages with @MandAGuy. Mia opened up and told him the most intimate details of her fantasy to submit her body to a Dominant. Those events landed her in submission training for the job Asher was convinced she was born to do. More importantly, she was in training to be his partner, his submissive . She wasn’t exactly sure what Asher had planned for her but there was only one way to find out. She popped a couple of pieces of fruit in her mouth, grabbed the access card Asher left in the envelope and padded in her bare feet to the door.
    Mia cracked the door and scanned the hallway. Even though she imagined the private SRE twentieth floor had seen its share of scantily clad women since its opening last year, the act of walking around a hotel in a flimsy and very short bathrobe was foreign to her. Thankfully, Suite Five was just across the hall. She tiptoed to the suite and slid the access card into the slot above the doorknob. As she pushed the door open, the fine hairs of her arms stood on ends and her skin pebbled while chilly air from the room poured into the hallway.  Mia hugged her arms tight against her body and flipped on the light switch.
    Suite Five couldn’t have been any more different than the warmth and luxury of Suite Eight where Asher fulfilled a fantasy she’d only dreamed about before last night. After she was blindfolded, he’d secured her wrists and ankles with silky restraints. Warmth flooded her pussy when she recalled the slow tracings of the riding crop over her sensitive skin. Mia sensed her first real training session would be a different experience. She shivered as her gaze darted around the small windowless room, settling on the large, black-framed bed dominating the suite. A simple, stark white quilt covered the bed. The half dozen fluffy pillows lining the black wooden headboard were the only indication of luxury. Two