Blindfolded, I could only hear and feel the restraints snapping against my wrists, pulling me upward. I felt his hulking presence against my back, eager to have his way with me.
It was just supposed to be a summer job. A secret I was keeping from my friends back at college. While they were all out partying on beaches or dancing the night away, I would be seeing to the needs of the guests at the Regal Tower in Manhattan. A small town girl like me, finally in the big city.
Then I met him. The misunderstood billionaire media mogul Mr. Braxxus. Tall, dark, and undeniably gorgeous. Pure alpha male and eager to take his frustrations out on a submissive girl like me.
I crawled across the multimillion dollar floor, the pull from my leash and collar at odds with the swish of my new tail plug. My dom watched, excitedly stroking himself....
I don't know what to think about Mr. Braxxus. He's tall, gorgeous, and knows exactly how to turn me on. Bent over, blindfolded, and shackled. He had his way with me, using me to relieve his hot need. But now he's got a collar and a leash, and he's given me this mysterious present. I'm supposed to wear it all day, but I'm not his plaything. I'm not his toy.
But why do I need him so badly?
"You've been very naughty, Erin," he said. The rasp of his voice sent lustful shivers through me. I bent over, my ass high in the air....
I finally thought I was getting the hang of this place. But billionaires can be eccentric beyond imagining. And tonight was the pinnacle of parties, an extravagant 100th anniversary celebration. No expense is being spared, and no kink is being judged.
©2015 Jen Hampton (P)2015 Jen Hampton