Traced to a Contract (The Billionaire's Domination Part 3) (Billionaire BDSM Erotica)
Patricia's last client as a chauffeur, the billionaire, went well, very well. Now the same Billionaire, Douglas Tracey has offered her a job working for him. Is his job offer genuine, or will the interview be a close encounter of the fired kind?
This 5000 word story contains a sexy alpha male billionaire, BDSM, spanking, hot wax candles, wrist tying, masturbation, doggie style sex and more! More
Patricia's last client as a chauffeur, the billionaire, went well, very well. Now the same Billionaire, Douglas Tracey has offered her a job working for him.
She isn't sure what the job is, but she is intrigued by the mysterious man with the mountain of money.
Is his job offer genuine, or will the interview be a close encounter of the fired kind?
This 5000 word story contains a sexy alpha male billionaire, BDSM, spanking, hot wax candles, wrist tying, masturbation, doggie style sex, two huge orgasms, plus more.
Book three in the continuing saga of Douglas Tracey and Patricia Flockhart.
-- Excerpt below for 18+ readers --
“Now that you have agreed to work here, there are some ground rules. I am paying you a substantial amount and I expect you to comply with the contract you have signed, precisely,” he stated.
“And I shall.” I answered.
“You will address me as Sir. We have been through this.”
“My apologies Sir.” This sounds familiar.
“You have agreed to be at my beck and call, day and night for whatever reason without complaining.”
He poured himself a glass of that delicious champagne and sipped it slowly without the hint of offering a glass to me.
He reached over and lit the candles sitting on the table. Satisfied, he turned back to me.
“Well let’s get started shall we?” he said.
“Yes Sir, straight away.” I replied sounding as enthused as I could whilst trying not to think about our little romp in the back of the Limo.
“Very good.” he continued. “Now, those stockings.”
“Um.” I shook my head. “Yes, what about them Sir.”
“Take them off.”
“Uh, t-take them off? ….Sir?”
“So, you do need me to ask every question twice then. I said take them off!”
Once again, my heart rate shot through the roof. Now I was in his employ, at his beck and call as he put it, totally under his whims and demands. Who knows where this can go. But the truth is, somewhere ‘down there’ on me was already telling me to shut up and get those stockings off.
Turning slightly away from facing him straight on I slowly rolled my left leg stocking over my thigh, down my calf and off my foot. I turned back the other way to give him a good view of me doing the same moves on my right stocking.
Tracey just sat there, sipping champagne and watching with those blue, blue eyes.
“Tie one around each of your wrists.”