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I don’t work for him. I belong to him.
I was warned about Ellis Winters. I thought I knew what it meant when a billionaire with his reputation hires a girl to be at his beck and call. But I had no idea what was in store for me…
It wasn’t the order to strip that shocked me, or even the stinging spanking over his knee that followed. It was the arousal glistening on my bare thighs that left me breathless and blushing.
Not just because I knew he could see it. Because of what I hoped he would do when he saw it.
I came here today as his maid. I left as his property.
Author: Trent Evans
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 58,000 words
Excerpt
I stroked and caressed the soft, impossibly gorgeous buttocks, feeling their weight, the yielding of her flesh. I lifted both of those broad globes upon my palms just as I had her breasts, and squeezed them hard, until she rose up on her toes whining softly, the tips of my fingers turning white as I savagely squeezed her firm flesh. I fondled her that way for a long moment, lifting one cheek then slapping the other, letting her flesh drop so that I could watch it bounce, smacking it this way and that, loving the way my fingertips left faint pink marks upon her alabaster flesh.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, my cock so hard now it was painful. Having her buttocks in my hands like this, it made me want to do so much more to her. But it simply wasn’t time for that. Yet.
It was something she still had to choose.
And even though I’d been pushing her, pushing her quite hard actually, there was no way this was going to go further without her cooperation. Without her opening that door herself.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to take a few liberties here and there, while she decided what it was she wanted to do.
After playing with her lush bottom for what seemed to be an eternity, and yet not nearly long enough, I turned her around once more to face me. Her blushing was fierce now, her face beet red as she peered up at me. I was very pleased however to see that she still kept her hands behind her head, just as I had ordered her to. It was a very encouraging sign. But more than that, it made me a little bit proud of her too.
Don’t go there, Ellis. This isn’t about any of that. This is about lust, nothing more.
I held her chin in my hand, a necessary gesture really, for her bright eyes were locked upon mine, the tears brimming but not yet falling. But still I enjoyed the meaning behind it, the possessiveness, and the way it made females respond. Judging by the steel hardness of her nipples, and the way her breaths came quick and almost frantic now, I suspected she was just the type of female who would respond to a man handling her in a way that was possessive, brusque, proprietary. I didn’t know how it was happening so fast, but she really was beginning to feel like she was mine. All of her.
“Now I want you to listen to me, Lola. Are you listening?”
She nodded slightly. “Yes, I… yes, I am.”
“Good. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to go back and sit down on the couch. Then you’re going to walk over to me, with your arms and your hands just where they are right now. So that those big tits of yours will be nicely on display as you walk toward me. They please me, and I like looking at them. You’ll show them to me in just the way that I command you. Do you understand?”
“Oh, my God…” She swallowed, hard, her pretty little throat working. “Yes.”
“Then when you walk over to me, and display those big breasts for me to look at and enjoy, you’re going to lie over my lap. You’re going to do it very carefully and respectfully. You’re not to say a single word. Unless I ask you a direct question, I want you as silent as a mouse. Got me?”
She shuddered then, her nostrils flaring. But then she met my eyes again and nodded. “Yes…”
“Yes, sir,” I prompted her, giving her a half smile. “I think we’re at that point now. You’ll call me sir, or Mr. Winters. When we’re in public, it’ll be the latter, but when it’s just you and me here? It’s to be sir. Nod if you agree.”
I grinned at the quickness with which she acquiesced. It betrayed a slight eagerness, and it was something I relished very much. I did not want to get ahead of myself, but it had been a very long time indeed since I’d come across a female as interesting and promising as this young woman named Lola Grant was proving to be.
“Once I have you over my lap where you belong, I want you to be very still. Be as still as you possibly can. Then, when I’m ready, I’m going to spank your bare bottom.”
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