Anna knows better than to get involved with Doyle Caine, her billionaire boss. He's cold, distant, and mistrustful. But his domineering style has opened her eyes to a world of sexual possibilities she never could have imagined. When Anna finds out that Caine has fired her, she thinks it's another attempt to push her away before she gets too close. Storming into his office, she quickly learns that Caine holds all the cards, and there are a few ...
Anna knows better than to get involved with Doyle Caine, her billionaire boss. He's cold, distant, and mistrustful. But his domineering style has opened her eyes to a world of sexual possibilities she never could have imagined. When Anna finds out that Caine has fired her, she thinks it's another attempt to push her away before she gets too close. Storming into his office, she quickly learns that Caine holds all the cards, and there are a few lessons he's not yet taught her.
Explicit adult material. This third installment in the Dominated by the Billionaire series contains spanking, bdsm, domination, a submissive woman, and a satisfying ending that turns the tables! 3800+ words.
"Doyle," she said. "You don't have to do this. I don't want your money." She tried to keep the plea out of her voice. Didn't he know she cared about him despite his flaws?
Caine flinched when she called him by his first name. "Prove it. Put the check on the desk." His words held a razor edge.
Anna went to the desk and laid the check down, then started to turn back to Caine.
"No," he said. "Turn back to the desk and bend over. I want you to look at that check. Really look at it."
Anna bent and rested her hands on the oiled wood surface, leaning over until the slip of paper filled her vision. The paper was a checkered pattern of white and blue, and in black ink, Doyle Caine had written her name and an exorbitant sum in his scrawling hand.
"Read the dollar amount," he told her.
"One million dol..." Anna yelped as Caine's open palm smacked her bottom. His stinging handprint prickled like pins and needles dancing across her buttock. She straightened suddenly and turned toward Caine, her eyes full of fear and uncertainty.
"Put your hands back on the desk," he commanded. His eyes gleamed like chips of obsidian, and Anna obeyed immediately. "Stick that ass out," he told her, and she arched her back, trembling as she raised her bottom into the air, suddenly wishing that she'd worn jeans instead of the red dress. Had she been thinking to seduce him? That seemed so foolish now.
For several seconds, she waited, and just as the anticipation grew worse than the pain, Caine touched her. Anna winced, but this time his hand was gentle as he caressed her, smoothing away the tingling pain of his first strike.
Caine leaned over the desk alongside her, and she felt his breath in her ear as he spoke. "How dare you disobey me, Anna. Do you realize what you could do with a million dollars?"
As Anna parted her lips to answer, his tender hand left her. She had only a moment's warning before he spanked her a second time. He gave her ass a hard squeeze through the think silk, and Anna gasped. She felt completely helpless. The confidence she'd felt on the way to Caine Center had crumbled to dust, shaking her to her very core and leaving only self-doubt. But despite her submissiveness, Anna felt a hot wetness between her legs, an ache that seemed to resonate with Doyle Caine's subtle masculine scent. Her face reddened in shame as she realized that even now, she wanted him.
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She first discovered her talent for writing naughty stories while passing dirty notes to her boyfriend during English 201. When her professor confiscated one of the notes, he kept her after class and recommended a new and interesting line of work.