Excerpt

Chapter One

The camera panned across the room.

The office was spacious, well-appointed with antique brass fixtures, a polished oak desk and wide, bright windows that looked out over the town of Squamish, B.C. and the Pacific Ocean that glittered in the distance.

A man strode into view.  Tall and lean, with chiseled features and thick black hair swept back of his face, he had an air of authority about him—a man who wore power, as easily as he wielded it.  He sat down in the high-back leather chair and drew up to the desk.  He bent to read a file that lay there, but looked up at the sound of the door opening.

He frowned. “I thought I told you I wasn’t to be disturbed.”

The door clicked shut and a woman approached. She rounded the desk and stood beside his chair. Red hair was swept back off her face in a neat French twist. She wore small wire-framed glasses and a trim-fitting suit that showed off long legs and an enticing bit of cleavage.

She held out a clipboard.  “You need to sign this, Mr. Carrone. It’s important.”

His eyes blazed.  “So important it couldn’t wait ten minutes until I finished with this?” His finger stabbed at the file on his desk.

She swallowed, took a half-step back.  “Well…”

He stood suddenly, shrugged out of his suit jacket and let it drop onto the chair. He stepped closer, towering over her, eyes blazing. “How often do we have to go through this, Cyndi? How many times do I have to say it before it finally sinks in?”

She licked a pair of full, gold-tinted lips. “Uh…I’m sorry, but—”

“Sorry? Sorry’s not good enough. You’ve said it a hundred times but obviously it means nothing to you. You have no idea how to follow instructions! I’m afraid you need to learn your lesson the hard way.”

The two weren’t even touching and yet the sexual tension rippled off the screen in almost-palpable waves.

“Wh-what does that mean?” asked Cyndi.

“Take off your jacket.”

She blinked, but hesitated only a moment before setting down her clipboard and obliging.  The jacket fell to the floor revealing a simple, if somewhat snug-fitting white blouse. Her nipples strained at the fabric, stiff and provocative.

He slipped a hand inside the neckline and she started, reaching reflexively for his wrist. “Mr. Carrone, I—“

He slapped her hand away, reaching deeply inside and obviously fondling her breast beneath the bra. “Stop it. You have to learn how to take orders, Cyndi.” He lifted his other hand and gripped the lapels of the blouse. He ripped them apart, sending buttons scattering onto the desk and floor. “And this is the best way for you to learn.”

Her chest heaved, breasts spilling out of the scanty cups of her white lace bra. “But—“

The bra came apart as easily as tissue paper in his hands. He tweaked a nipple hard enough to make her cry out. “Quiet,” he commanded. “I don’t want to hear your whining.”

He tweaked the other nipple and she endured it, making only the slightest of gasps.

“Better.”  He pulled a pin from her hair allowing the thick waves to tumble to her shoulders. “Much better.” He removed her glasses, set them on the desk. “Now remove your skirt.”

She hesitated, licked her lips as if considering what to say, but then seemed to change her mind. She unzipped the back of her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Only a thin triangle of lace covered her pussy.

He ripped it away.

She stood there, naked and quivering before him.

 

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