The Boss's One Condition - A Sexy Alpha Male Dominance/Submission Short Story From Steam Books Read online

  “Oooh yes, God, fuck…yes!” Darcy whimpered, biting her lower lip, her whole body ignited with molten desire. Every nerve ending was screaming with pleasure overload as her boss played her pussy like a fiddle.

  Aaron untied her wrists and pulled out. Turning her around, he took her wrists and tied them in front of her. He pushed her down onto the couch and covered her with his body. Feeling his dick enter her wanting pussy again made her sigh with pleasure. One hand held her bound wrists to the couch as the other began to play with her clit. Her body jerked underneath the rush of desire.

  “Cum for me again, baby,” he purred. “Do it.”

  “Oh God, yes…fuuuucck,” Darcy whined as her pussy shuddered. Her whole body shivered with it, from her head down to her toes.

  “You’re not done yet, baby,” he said. “Give me more. Come on.” He rubbed her clit harder. She thrashed around beneath him at the intensity of the feeling building inside her. Her clit was super sensitive and him rubbing it so hard and fast as his thick, rigid cock worked inside her sent her into sensory overload.

  “No, no, oh God…oh my God, no, Aaron…”

  “Yes, Aaron,” he corrected. “Actually, yes, sir would be the answer. Cum for me again.”

  Darcy whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut, drinking in the loss of power and the beautiful feeling of sweet submission. As soon as she turned herself over to her master, the flood erupted from within her. Her soul leapt forth and her body shuddered, the scream ripping from her throat in a feral, guttural way as her entire being came. It wasn’t just her pussy convulsing; she could feel it down to her bones. It was the most liberating, mind-emptying experience she had ever had. It left her drained and half asleep.

  “Darcy,” a voice said. A hand slapped at her face. “Wake up.”

  Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up into Aaron’s beautiful blue eyes. “Yes, sir?”

  “You have work to do.”

  Her eyes fell upon his erection as it disappeared behind boxers. He pulled his pants up, adjusting himself, and then zipped.

  “You don’t want me to take care of you, sir?” Darcy asked as she sat up on the couch.

  “There will be plenty more time for that, pet.” He pulled her up to her feet. “This was about rewarding you.” He slid a hand across her still damp pussy, making her inhale sharply. “This was about giving you some release and showing you that you’re mine.” His fingers sunk deep inside her pussy, making her gasp. “And you are mine, aren’t you, Darcy?”

  She whimpered as he slid those fingers in and out of her cavern, making her knees weak and her blood warm. “Yes, sir…God, yes.”

  “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

  “I’m yours, sir.”

  “That’s a good little girl,” he said, stroking her, bringing her to the brink and pulling away.

  She whimpered. He untied her hands and leaned forward, whispering in her ear, “You can pleasure yourself at your desk if you want. But if you don’t, you’ll get rewarded even better if you get your next task done in half an hour. I have a vibrator in my desk drawer.” He pulled back and gave her a wink and a swat on the rump.

  Darcy slowly grinned. Something told her she was going to like this job – a lot.

  About Crystal White

  By day, Crystal White is a writer for children and teenagers (we won't tell you her alter ego!). By night, though, she is the mistress of kinky erotica. Crystal White's stories for publishers like Steam Books Erotica & Romance explore kinks, dominance and submission, wild sex, explosive passion, and always leave her readers' minds blown.

  Aside from a diploma from the Institue of Children's Literature (again, no one's the wiser, Crystal), Crystal White also boasts a Bachelors of Computer Security and Forensics Technology from Kent State University, proving she's a brainy beauty as well as a sexual siren.

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  THE SECRETARY DISOBEYS

  Naomi's new boss, Mr. Rhys Hamilton, is hot and bossy, just the way she likes it. When he warns her that there will be consequences if she forgets any of her assignments, Naomi decides to test just what these 'consequences' might be...

  I HATE YOU... LET'S FUCK!

  Tatiana and her co-worker Foster hate each other's guts and the tension between them is only enflamed when their boss asks them to attend a convention together. On their way back, they get lost. Foster blames Tatiana and she blames him. When the car breaks down, their arguing soon turns into heated passion.

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  CATERING TO THE BILLIONAIRE

  by Dara Tulen

  Carlin shivered with anticipation, her bare skin glowing in the candlelight. When she'd agreed to do whatever Nikolas told her, she hadn't dreamed she'd find herself naked and bent over the arm of a very expensive couch.

  “You have gorgeous skin,” Nikolas murmured, his voice gliding over her skin like a caress. “I can't wait to mark it.”

  Oh fuck.

  “Remember,” Nikolas curled himself over Carlin's back and pressed his lips against her ear. “If you cry 'mercy,' we stop and go our separate ways.”

  Carlin nodded, only half paying attention to what Nikolas was saying. She was more interested in the fact that he was still completely clothed, other than his shoes and socks. Well, that and the firm bulge pressing against her ass. She wriggled against him. It had been far too long since she'd gotten laid. Maybe she would enjoy this part of her job.

  Nikolas remained where he was, reaching his hands around her to cup her firm breasts. Carlin arched her back, greedily pushing her breasts into skillful hands. She moaned as his fingers rolled her light brown nipples into hard nubs. Every tug sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her groin and a rush of wet between her thighs.

  “Such sensitive nipples,” Nikolas whispered. “I look forward to trying clamps on them.”

  Shit.

  “Now, let's see how sensitive your ass is,” Nikolas straightened. He ran his fingers down her spine and over the swell of her buttocks. “Count.”

  She started to ask what she was supposed to count when she felt a rush of air. She knew what was coming only a moment before it happened. Heat bloomed across her skin an instant before the sting.

  “Count,” Nikolas repeated, a warning in the word.

  Carlin blinked rapidly, her body working to process the juxtaposition of sensation. “One.”

  “Good girl,” Nikolas's voice held a note of approval. “Keep counting, but now you must address me as 'Sir.'”

  What the hell had she gotten herself into?

  The second crack came down on her other cheek. The same spread of warmth, the same sting. “Two, Sir,” she gasped out. The words loosened something inside Carlin that she hadn't known had been tightened.

  Another blow, a sharper pain.

  “Three, Sir.”

  “Good, girl,” his voice was heavy with desire and the promises of things to come.

  To be continued....

 

 

 
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