After Hours: Taken by My Boss

an Erotic BDSM Romance

After months of lusting for her steamy boss at the hotel, Angelina finally gets the chance to have a drink with him. But Trent, fresh out of a long relationship, has other plans for the evening. He wants Angelina to do all of the dirty things his ex-girlfriend never would. Angelina is about to find out just how far she’s willing to be pushed.

This short story of over 5,000 words contains light, sensual bondage, domination and submission, heavy-duty oral sex, and an explosive public climax you’ll have to hold out for!

Excerpt:

I felt my anticipation mount as the elevator climbed to the fourth floor. The hallway suddenly felt like a mile long. At the end was his room and I knocked lightly even though I had a key.

The door opened enough to let me inside and then it quickly closed again. The room sat in complete darkness except for a sliver of street light coming through a crack in the curtains. I heard him flip the dead bolt behind me.

“Trent?”

I sensed him standing behind me and then I felt his hands on the sides of my head. He slowly moved them down to stroke my cheeks, then my neck, my shoulders, and the sides of my breasts. I felt my whole body come alive. He stopped at my waist and eased my torso to rest back on his chest. Then all I could feel was his hot breath and lips on my neck, nibbling and sucking lightly up one and then down the other. My head rolled loose across his collarbone from one side to the other.

“I’ve seen you looking at me for months now,” Trent whispered.

“I’ve wanted you so badly,” I whispered back. His hands moved back up to my breasts and hovered there, unmoving. I could feel my nipples trying to burst out of my clothing.

“Do you trust me?”

“Trust you? Why wouldn’t I?”

“I need you trust me.”

“I’ll do anything, Trent,” I said, and I knew I meant it.

“Anything?” His right hand had slipped into my blouse and he now gripped my left breast with his whole palm.

“Anything you want. I trust you.”

“Good,” he whispered. “I want to do all the things Trisha would never do with me. How do you feel about that?”

I thought for only a half-second.

“Oh, god, just fucking do it to me,” I groaned.

He chuckled softly and went back to kissing my neck. He stroked my nipple and pulled on it, hard. I groaned and felt my knees start to melt. He put his hand in my hair and made a soft fist of it. I felt the tightness and my thighs began to burn. And then he let go completely and I nearly fell backwards into the door. I whimpered, trying to see where he’d gone in the darkness. His shadow moved near the bed.

“Get on your knees,” Trent said, all softness gone from his voice.