Celia Sykes lives in Glastonbury, CT with her two cats, Milo and Philomela, and her husband, the painter, Gary Johnson.
The Billionaire's Request (Billionaire Domination and Submission Erotica)by Celia Sykes
Despite the effectiveness of Jackson’s kinky commands, including one extremely hot use for a writing utensil, neither one of them can deny that
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Amy Hayes is living her fantasy. With daily “punishments” and rewards from her boss, the daring billionaire Jackson Blake, she’s getting a chance to learn just how fun hard work can be.
Despite the effectiveness of Jackson’s kinky commands, including one extremely hot use for a writing utensil, neither one of them can deny that trouble is brewing at the company. As Amy gets deeper and deeper into the conflict, she starts to realize her true feelings for Jackson. But will she be willing to fulfill his every request?
This 8000 tale of office domination and submission is the third story in the On Call for the Billionaire series.
“Come in Hayes,” he shouted from inside his office.
As soon as I stepped in the door, he said in a quieter voice, “Lock the door behind you and come over here.” A thrill jolted through my body. Each time he had asked me to close the door had been better than the last, first the teasing and play, then amazing sex on his couch. How was he going to top it today?
“You know the drill, Hayes. You belong to me. Come on, take of your heels and get over here. I walked over to him, admiring the strong line of his jaw. Mr. Blake was one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, a genius businessman from a family of genius businessmen, and right now, he only cared about one thing in the world: my panties.
“I’m afraid I can’t give them to you today, Mr. Blake.”
“Rules are rules, Amy.” He leaned and grinned as he placed his hand on my hip.
“Why don’t you just take them yourself?” I replied.
Jackson ran his hand up the inside of my thigh until he rubbed right between my legs. I moaned softly at the warmth of his hand, and a thrill rose up through my core. I had decided against wearing underwear to work that morning. It made me feel dangerous. It was my little secret.
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