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Beat Me Boss - A First Time BDSM Taboo Erotica Short Story (Nicola Diaz)


Beat Me Boss - A First Time BDSM Taboo Erotica Short Story by Nicola Diaz

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Janey freaks out as she struggles to comprehend just how she is going to explain the mistake to her unforgiving boss.

Clay doesn’t tolerate missteps, and the busty young woman knows her most recent gaff with an important client places her job dangerously on the line.

Deep down inside, she knows there is only one way to make it up to her powerful boss………

……...by surrendering to his world of punishment and pleasure!

This 3000 word short story contains mature scenes including first time BDSM, pain, pleasure, punishment, humiliation and should be read by adults only!

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 07 / 2018

No. words: 3000

Style: Sex Slavery / Training, Bondage/BDSM Short Stories

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Excerpt

Clay wagged his brow once and grinned. “Well, be that as it may. If you show up at my penthouse at eight it proves you give permission and acceptance of what will follow.” He pushed away from his desk and stood. “Are we clear on that?”

Janey stood. “Yes, we’re clear. I’ll be there at eight, you can count on that,” she said and left to prepare for the evening ahead.

Janey hopped in the shower and quickly prepared her body for the punishment. To her it was worth a spanking to keep her job. She’d knew about the men who enjoyed spanking women during sex. The only thing she’d ever experienced was playful slaps during sex, but nothing that would cause her to cry. Clay Clayton had a reputation for being mean with his women. Yet not a one ever called the cops on him. He apparently took measures to receive their full consent like he did with her. “If you show up at my penthouse at eight, you are giving me permission.” His words rang in her head as she plucked the cute blue dress from the hanger.

Janey turned once in front of the mirror. At the last minute, she yanked off the panties, knowing Clay would want them removed, anyway. The dress covered her ass nicely as it flared out in a flippy skirt hitting a little lower than mid-thigh. Her body was nice, and Clay Clayton often ogled her while she worked. It was the reason she even suggested the activities to save her job. She knew the man had a hard-on for her.

The elevator ride to the penthouse was pleasant, but when the doors opened at the top, Janey’s heart thumped hard in her chest. She walked down the hall, her heels clicking on the marble tiles. Rich people sure knew how to live if the entry halls were lined with marble she wondered what the interior of the penthouse looked like. She paused outside the ornately carved double doors and calmed her nerves with a few deep breaths. She looked at the punishment like taking medicine she didn’t like. Inhaling deeply, she pressed the doorbell. Chimes sounded from within, giving it an opulent turn.

“Well well, you showed,” Clay said as he opened the door. He wore a silk robe and his feet were bare. It surprised Janey to see the man in such as casual outfit. Normally he wore business suits with Italian leather shoes freshly shined.

The place was impeccably decorated with white marbled floors and white rugs in front of the fluffy sofa and chairs. A large screen TV hung above the marble fireplace. It was the décor of black and rich jewel tones that warmed the place, otherwise it felt like a museum. The giant picture window looked out over the city, the lights twinkling across the way. The roads looked like molten lights flowing from the vehicles. “It’s lovely,” Janey said as she stepped to the window.


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