: Paul Preston
: Bella Lisa& Her Beast The Adam& Eve Trilogy, Book Two
: Pink Flamingo Publishers
: 9781939916792
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 141
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Meet Phillipe Williamson, a handsome selfmade multimillionaire portfolio manager and real estate broker to the Southern California rich by day, and owner of The Adam and Eve Club, an underground theater which stages taboo sensual performances between Dominants and their submissives, by night. Seeking to escape from the physical and psychological scars of an abusive foster father, Williamson becomes obsessed by an attractive younger woman, Bella Lisa Mauricio. After foolhardy stock transactions cause Bella Lisa’s Father to become unable to make the mortgage payments for his beachfront condo owned by Phillipe, her father incurs a $250,000 debt to Williamson. In order to protect her father from financial ruin, Bella Lisa agrees to spend a week held captive in Williamson’s 25th Floor Penthouse home. After Williamson seduces Bella Lisa and provides the most sexually stimulating experience of her life, she gives in to his request to become his sub for the week. As one sensual interlude leads to the next, their emotional bond grows stronger, despite their age difference. But when Bell Lisa breaks the rules of the home by wandering into the forbidden West Wing, the Beast that lives within Williamson’s fractured mind is revealed to her. Williamson must choose whether to protect the woman he loves, or give in to the Beast’s demand of marking her permanently as his sub. Bella Lisa and Her Beast, an adult adaptation of the classic children’s fairy tale, is the second installment in the Adam and Eve Series. In the first book, “The Awakening of Laura” the sensual troubled psyche of Williamson is introduced. His story comes to a dramatic conclusion with the soon to be published third title of the series, “The Phantom Phillipe”. Paul Preston is an erotic novelist living in Los Angeles, California. Along with The Adam and Eve Series, he is the author of “The Harem” and “The Memoir of Veronica Wells”, also to be made available by Pink Flamingo Publications.

Chapter One

8/14/2008

Before the play started, as the house lights began to dim, Phillipe Williamson first encountered Bella Lisa Mauricio through his sense of smell. The alluring, feminine scent came from the lovely pink skin of the diminutive young woman seated in the row directly in front of him. In the fading light Williamson saw her look up at the stage and close her program. He followed the curve of her neck through the long silky strands of her light brown hair, from the pale white nape to the tantalizingly thin straps of her red evening gown. In his imagination, she preferred not to be confined by panties or a bra, so when he stretched the tight straps over her shoulders, the loose delicate material of her gown slipped away, falling like a feather to the floor, completely exposing her. Rather than covering herself in shame, she looked innocently over her shoulder at him with trusting eyes, keeping her hands and arms compliantly at her sides. She arched her back, allowing his shaft to slide in easily from behind, her moist lips opening for him like a flower in the morning sun. His palms caressed her quivering thighs, her firm torso and up and over the mounds of her soft ample breasts. His hands lingered there, his thumb lightly brushing the tips of her sensitive erect nipples. His hands came to rest on the smooth skin around her throat as his shaft slipped deeper and deeper into her womb. In the dark of the theater, he became immediately aroused.

As the house lights faded to black, he leaned forward and breathed in deeply, his lips only inches away from the tiny hairs on the back of her neck, drinking in her fragrance. Bella Lisa flinched slightly, tensing her shoulders. She thought she felt a wisp of breath on the back of her neck and could smell the strong musky aroma of men’s cologne. As she turned to glance behind her into the dark, Williamson had leaned back into his seat and glanced downward. As the stage lights reached full illumination, Williamson looked up directly at her with unsmiling and smoldering eyes. Emerging from the shadows, Bella Lisa saw a powerfully built, sharply tuxedoed, black haired man with a handsomely chiseled virile face. She guessed his age to be in his mid to late thirties, much older than herself. The sensual aroma of his cologne lingered in her nostrils, disorienting her, and she caught herself involuntarily breathing it in.

Looking back into those cold hard eyes, Bella Lisa lost herself for a moment, as several thoughts flitted through her mind. At eighteen years of age, she was by now used to the gazes of lustful men everywhere she went. All the boys in high school gaped at her cleavage, face and behind hundreds of times a day, it seemed. Having the combination of a sexy beautiful super model for a Mother and a famous attractive television actor for a Father made her popular and free-spirited at school, with the very pretty face of a young girl but the sensual and responsive body of a well-endowed older woman. She really didn’t mind the sneaking glances of all the boys, or even the salacious looks of the older teachers. As she matured, Bella Lisa became flattered by all the attention men gave her with their hungry looks. Whenever she caught men staring at her, she would always smile graciously and demurely or even perhaps a trifle flirtatiously at them, secretly excited by how much they seemed to want her.

That’s why God gave men eyes.And staring never hurt anyone.

As Bella Lisa got older, she dressed a little more provocatively, wearing sexy tight fitting clothes that showed off her well-proportioned body. She knew the attention she received from men made her feel a little less alone. Her parents were quite busy with their careers and rarely at home growing up. Since her father was cast in the play, she was able to spend her last summer in Seaside City with him before going off to the University.At least Dad has always tried to be there for me, she thought.

The cold haunted eyes staring at her in the dark theater were intriguing, but she didn’t want anything to distract her from missing the start of the play and the entrance of her father’s character. Ordinarily she would’ve responded to the man’s gaze with a gracious and innocent smile, but this time she raised her eyebrows to the gentleman in a disapproving if slightly fetching manner and turned back around.

“Pervert,” she whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

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