Leashed by Erika L. Foster
(Billionaire BDSM Domination Erotica)

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Synopsis

Chrissy is not having a good day. She slept in, her car wouldn't start, forcing her to walk to work - only to get fired! Desperate, Chrissy starts a dog-walking service. When she shows up at the mansion of her first client, her ex-boss answers the door... and he wants HER on the leash! Will Chrissy succumb to his desires? This 11,000-word story contains explicit oral, vaginal, and anal sex, bondage, spanking, and the domination of an innocent dog walker! This material is intended for ages 18+ only.

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Excerpt:

“I’ll give you your every desire, Christine... if you’ll give me mine.” The strap wrapped around my neck. “All you have to do is say yes.”
“Say yes? Say yes to what?” I brought my hand to my neck, groping for the strap. My fingers ran across the bumpy hardness of something leather. As I felt Mr. Erikson tighten it and again heard that metallic clatter, it hit me. “Are you... are you putting a collar on me, Mr. Erikson?” The thought shocked me, making me recoil – but there was something exciting in it too. My mind flashed back to my fantasies from earlier that day, of being tied up and dominated. My pussy was actually almost hurting with desire.
With the clasp in place, his hands dropped from my neck and fell back to my shoulders. Instead of stopping there, however, his fingers kept running over my body, along the seam of my neckline and over the bulging globes of my tits. “Say yes to everything,” he replied. “My every command, wish, and whim.” His thick fingers blindly found my top button and snapped it open with ease. “I need a new toy.” The next button came apart just as easily, as did the third. “I need a nice, subservient, good little girl who will do what I say.” Before I knew it my shirt had fallen open, and Mr. Erikson was sliding it off my arms. “I need you, Christine.” I gasped as the cold air hit my skin, forcing my nipples to turn into hard peaks.
My mind was screaming about how wrong this was. ‘He’s your boss!’ I shouted on the inside. ‘You hate him!’ Yet my body was betraying me, quivering and melting under his expert touch. Even the anger was beginning to ebb, fuelling a hot flame of excitement.
“But... what about Sydney?” My fingertips flew to the collar once again. “You fuck her at work all the time.”
He barked a short, derisive laugh. “And that’s all that cheap tramp is worth. A quick, easy fuck to get me through the day. She’s happy with manicures and designer handbags.” His fingers traced down my bare back, finding the zipper at the top of my skirt, and tugged it down. “But you... from the moment you walked into my bank for the first time, Miss Walker, I knew you would be everything I need.” The black leggings came off next, leaving me in my thong and bra. “Sydney is a chocolate bar. You, Christine...” He spun me around so that I was facing him once again, and looked me up and down. “You are a three-course dinner.”
From the look in his eyes, I could almost believe it. He was taking me in ravenously, his eyes drinking in the sight of my barely-clothed body. “Oh yes, yes, you will do quite nicely, I believe.” He cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs along the top of my bra before circling them around the hard peaks my nipples made beneath the fabric. “You’re so much... sweeter than Sydney. There’s this nice, submissive little purity about you.” He smiled down at me, momentarily benevolent, as a single hand snuck around to my back. “You would never try to get a girl fired just because you were worried the boss might want to screw her instead of you, would you?”
I gasped. “You knew?”
Mr. Erikson chuckled. “I am an intelligent man, Miss Walker.” With a snap of his fingers, my bra was unclasped. “And oh God, wouldn’t you just love to see her face right now?”
 

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Published February 1, 2013 38 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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