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    A Little Bit Controlling: The A Little Bit Trilogy - Book 3
    A Little Bit Controlling: The A Little Bit Trilogy - Book 3
    A Little Bit Controlling: The A Little Bit Trilogy - Book 3
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    A Little Bit Controlling: The A Little Bit Trilogy - Book 3

    By Bebe Wilde

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    "We weren't purists. We made our own rules to the games."

    From Bebe Wilde, author of Adults Only and Sex Story, comes the A Little Bit Trilogy.

    The final installment of the A Little Bit Trilogy begins with Roman and Teagan wanting to move forward with what they are feeling towards each other. However, when Teagan begins to feel insecure about her feelings for Roman, she finds herself wanting to go back to her movie star ex-husband. But will she be able to give him a second chance or will she finally submit to her desires and claim Roman as her own?

    Featuring elements of BDSM, submission and dominance and, of course, romance, the A Little Bit Trilogy is a series of books that offers readers a view into the life of a Hollywood real estate agent who's not only looking for her next sale, but also for love. Please keep in mind, however, that this book is intended for mature audiences and contains explicit content and language.

    A Little Bit Controlling is the third and final book of the A Little Bit Trilogy. Book 1, A Little Bit Submissive, and Book 2, A Little Bit Rough, are also available.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNew Tradition Books
    Release dateJan 30, 2013
    ISBN9781938107344
    A Little Bit Controlling: The A Little Bit Trilogy - Book 3

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      A Little Bit Controlling - Bebe Wilde

      A Little Bit Controlling

      The A Little Bit Trilogy

      Book 3

      ALSO BY BEBE WILDE

      A Little Bit Submissive

      A Little Bit Rough

      You, Me and Him: A Ménage Erotica Short

      Cold Hard Cash: A Story of Erotica

      Sexual Tension: A BDSM Erotica Story

      The Weaker Sex: BDSM Erotica

      Adults Only: Seven Erotica Shorts

      Adults Only: Seven Erotica Shorts - Volume 2

      Sex Story: An Erotica Short

      Sex Story - Part 2: An Erotica Short

      Merci: A Story of Erotica, Sex and Romance

      At the End of the Day: An Office Sex Erotica Short

      On the Same Page: An Office Sex Erotica Story

      A Little Bit Controlling

      The A Little Bit Trilogy

      Book 3

      Bebe Wilde

      Abernathy and Monroe

      A Little Bit Controlling. Copyright © 2013 by Bebe Wilde.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For more information, email abernathyandmonroe@artrummedia.com

      Published by Abernathy and Monroe.

      eBook ISBN–13:  978-1-938107-34-4

      eBook ISBN–10:  1-938107-34-9

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

      For Him.

      Continued from Book 2 - A Little Bit Rough

      Contents

      The Price of Love

      Before You Leave

      Welcome Home

      Someone Had a Good Time

      The Final Showing

      Je t’aime

      The Price of Love

      It was all about control. But I was the one who gave him the handcuffs.

      He stared at them for a moment then casually tossed them on the coffee table. He looked up at me with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. What now?

      I felt slightly embarrassed, especially because of the handcuffs, a leather and lace pair I’d picked up at a sex shop, on a lark, a gift even, for him. We’d never used handcuffs before. Would we try now? We’d done this before, many times. He’d set it all in motion. It was him that had sparked this in me, whatever this was and it was right now, at this moment, indefinable.

      I trust you, I said.

      He refrained from rolling his eyes and said, Trust is good, Teagan. However, control is better. It’s power.

      Control is better. Control was better. It was power. Whoever was in control had the power. Roman had always been in control and it was starting to irritate me just a little. Me giving him the handcuffs was my way of telling him what to do. He didn’t like that. He called the shots; it was that simple.

      I stepped back to study him. He was so fucking cool it was unbelievable. How could a man be this cool? But he was. He was cool, calm, collected. That was Roman. I couldn’t look him in the eye but I could stare at him all day long. But, God, to be like him, to be like that, a person who just was, who didn’t have all this baggage or emotional hang-ups… Well, that would be the coolest thing in the world.

      Just don’t, he said.

      What do you mean? Don’t what? I asked.

      Don’t try, he said. Just do what I want you to do.

      Why would I do that? I asked.

      For me, he said, a smart-assed twinkle in his eye. For my love.

      I rolled my eyes, hating the fact that he loved to tease me like this. No. You need to get something straight. I would never do that. I refuse. I stopped and stared at him then added, for good measure, just to piss him off, I will never love you, either.

      But you will, he said. I know you will.

      I won’t, I said and refused to even entertain the idea.

      There is a price to love, he told me, nodding slightly. Are you willing to pay?

      I don’t think so.

      So much change in the last week, he said. What happened?

      I didn’t want to go into that. But I was having doubts, as usual. That’s why I had done this, why I was here, in this moment, wanting him to prove something. Prove what? That was anyone’s guess.

      But his mention of love… I didn’t know what to do with that. Love was all-encompassing to me. It meant everything and yet I ran from it, turned away from it. I had my reasons, of course, but I knew there was something else happening. We were now headed in that direction, some direction, if only I could make the commitment. Sure, something was making me hesitate. Perhaps it was a sense of finality that scared me. I was his real estate agent and once his house sold… Well, what then? Well, I would no longer see him that often. Would he make me his girlfriend? Did I want that? What would happen? The anticipation was killing me almost as much as the not knowing what would happen. Just what would happen?

      I know what you want, he said, telling me with his eyes that he did, he did know what I wanted.

      I cringed. I did want it. I wanted it just one more time. I wanted the bondage, the feeling of being out of control and letting him take the reins. But would he tie me up to set me free? Would I play the game again? Would he? I wanted more, that was for sure, but was I willing to do it again?

      I was.

      Will you play the game? he asked.

      I nodded.

      Will you play a different game this time?

      I hesitated, not knowing if I should. Roman, I—

      He cut me off. Yes or no?

      Yes or no? How about no? Maybe we should just have sex like normal people for once in our lives.

      Teagan? he said softly. Will you?

      I nodded. I would. We weren’t purists. We made our own rules to the games. They left me wanting more, wanting to see how far we might push it. They were exciting and they were addicting. He was addicting. I could have fallen so hard for him, if only I would allow myself to do so. But right then, I would do as he wanted. I was going to let him take full control. He’d take it anyway. So, I might as well concede.

      One moment, he said in his slight French accent.

      I turned to watch him leave the living room in his fabulous mid-century house, the one I was trying to sell for him. The living room was sunken, two-steps down. I stared around

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