Mastered By The Boss (9 page)

“Are you coming?” he asked.

She nodded, riding the wave of effervescent joy.
Then exploded in ecstasy.

He groaned and drove deep, then hot liquid erupted
inside her.

They clung to each other, breathing rapidly. Wrapped
up in each other.

After a few moments, Ryan rolled beside her, but
drew her close to his body. She could hear his rapid heartbeat
against her ear. She nestled her head against his chest, listening
to his heartbeat settle to a steady beat.

She sighed happily.

“So should we go back to work now?”

“Hell, no. I plan to keep you busy all afternoon,
and late into the evening.” He nuzzled her temple. “Maybe you
should plan on staying over.”

“Staying here?”

“That’s right. In fact, I think it should become a
regular thing.”

“You’re asking me to move in with you?”

“Now that I’ve admitted to myself how I feel about
you…” He stroked the hair from her face tenderly. “I never want to
be without you. So what do you say?” He smiled. “I promise to bring
you flowers every day.”

She hesitated only a moment. This is what she wanted
in her heart. To be with him all the time.

“Yes! I’ll move in with you. But I don’t need
flowers. Just you. Like this.” She squeezed him, arching her naked
breasts against his chest.

He laughed, and she could feel his cock rising.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled tenderly and stroked her
face. “Whatever you want.”

# # #

If you enjoyed this
story, you’ll love Opal’s next story in the
Mastered
By
series, which you can find by
clicking
here
.

To hear about Opal’s latest releases, sign
up for her newsletter at
OpalCarew.com/newsletter
.

You can keep in touch using the following
links:

Website:
OpalCarew.com

Newsletter:
OpalCarew.com/newsletter

Facebook:
facebook.com/OpalCarewRomanceAuthor

Twitter:
@opalcarew

Pinterest:
pinterest.com/opalcarew/

Smashwords:
smashwords.com/profile/view/OpalCarew

Blog:
opalcarewromanceauthor.wordpress.com/

Excerpts

If you would like to read more Opal Carew stories,
here are some recommendations. For more hot BDSM stories, try
PLAYED
BY THE MASTER
,
HIS TO
POSSESS
, or
STEPBROTHER,
MINE
.

If you enjoy short, quick reads, Opal recommends her
OFFICE
SLAVE
series, currently consisting of
THE OFFICE
SLAVE
,
THE
BOSS
, and
ON HER
KNEES
. The first two stories are available at a
significant discount in
THE OFFICE
SLAVE SERIES, BOOK 1 & 2 BOX SET
.

If you like rough and ready tattooed bikers who love
to share their women, you will probably really enjoy her
READY TO
RIDE
biker erotic romance series, which consists of
HOT
RIDE
(novella),
WILD
RIDE
(novella),
RIDING
STEELE
(novel) and
HARD
RIDE
(novel). These can each be read independently, but
Opal recommends the above order.

Here are short excerpts from
PLAYED
BY THE MASTER
,
THE OFFICE
SLAVE
and
STEPBROTHER,
MINE
...

by Opal Carew

Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive
poker game in order to seduce him into a favor to save her sister,
but instead finds herself played by the Master.

Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help
her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to
talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the
charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an
exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.

Race Danner is bored with his life, despite
his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn't know exactly what he's
looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.

When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he
knows she's it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A
combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse,
he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he
fully intends to win.

Warning: This story has Domination,
submission, bondage, punishment, and a lot of other fun things,
plus explicit, wild sexual encounters. After all, if you're going
to play, play hard! ;) Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to
life…

Excerpt

He smiled and at the predatory look in his eyes,
Jacquie realized he was going to win. The blood drained from her
face as he flipped over his cards… revealing a full house.

Oh, God, she’d lost her opportunity to try and
convince him to help Ella and her husband.

“Come over here.” His silken voice curled through
her and she stood up.

Now he would touch her… probably cup her ass with
his big hand. Maybe, if she seemed willing…who was she kidding, she
was
willing… to succumb to his touch, then maybe he would
listen to her after all.

Shock vaulted through her at her own illicit
thoughts. She wasn’t going to sleep with him to help Ella.

No, just strip down to practically nothing. Then let
him touch her.

Did she really know where her boundaries were?

He watched as she walked around the long table, then
approached him, his gaze locked on the swell of her breasts above
the lace cups. Her nipples puckered at the thought of him stroking
her there.

He pushed his chair back from the table and turned
sideways as she continued toward him. His intense male gaze sent
heat shimmering through her.

Finally, she stood facing him.

He lifted his hand, and as it approached her, she
calmed her breathing, readying herself for his touch. It would only
be a moment.

But she wasn’t prepared for the spark of desire that
flared through her when his fingertips brushed against her skin,
just above her elbow. Then his fingers moved. Upward. Trailing
lightly over her shoulder, then down. She drew in a slow breath as
he glided over the soft exposed skin of her breast, right to the
lace of her bra. His fingertip grazed lightly under the scalloped
edges, but not breaching the barrier of the satin cup.

Clearly, he liked to push boundaries.

And she was close to pulling back that boundary, by
tugging forward the cup and inviting him to explore further. The
thought of his big fingers gliding over her hard nipple sent her
pulse fluttering.

Her own potent reaction to him startled her and she
stepped back.

“I… uh… we’re done now.”

He arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think so.”

“You said a touch,” she stammered.

“And you didn’t say how long. I’m not finished.”

“Well, I—”

“Come here,” he said, his authoritative tone
brooking no argument.

She stepped close again, shocking herself at her own
submissiveness.

“So I just have to stand here for as long as you
want to touch me?”

He gazed at her, his blue eyes twinkling. “Yes.”

His fingers brushed her ribs this time, below her
breast, then glided slowly downward, leaving a trail of goose bumps
in their wake. She tried to ignore the heady sensations fluttering
through her.

“But you could go on for hours.”

He grinned. “Yes.”

Oh, God, if he did this for even ten more minutes,
she’d be a puddle on the ground.

by Opal Carew

Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to
life…

Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her
latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced
to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business
partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the
opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to
make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four
hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she
actually go through with it??

Excerpt

Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass
door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble
floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked
down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to
ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four
men ran a software business, programming games. This office was
where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys
were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work
with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and
started this business, so she didn't doubt it.

The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot
hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had
startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

"Are you Sylvia?"

She nodded.

He pulled the door open. "Please come in."

She stepped into the office. There was a large table
in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the
city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it.
There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of
character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the
window.

"I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."

She followed him across the central area to the
leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but
he didn't glance up.

"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair
across from his desk.

"No, not at all. The others will meet us in the
conference room in a few minutes."

She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would
her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to
take off all her clothes, then… other things. She'd been looking
forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told
her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some
of Cal's ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she
had a case of nerves.

This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and
he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down
and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?

Don't freak out now. This is your fantasy!

Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk.
"So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your
brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree
to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."

Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her
head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy,
but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well,
maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both
Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty
wild. Why shouldn't she?

And when she'd become enamored of the fantasy, she'd
never,
ever
dreamed she'd live it out. What woman did? But
now that she had the opportunity, she really didn't want to walk
away.

"So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing
wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting
your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he
wasn't making fun of her, but he
was
teasing her.

"Well, he did do you wrong."

"True. But then we're distracted by a beautiful
woman."

Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a
woman offering sex, anyway."

He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we're ready
to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we
all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this
office, we're into our roles. Okay?"

"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.

They walked to the door together, but before he
opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her
skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your
fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

She followed him to the end of the big table in the
open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped
something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone
was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of
before.

The man from the other office walked to the chair
next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had
short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm,
brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later,
two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath caught at
the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen entering the
building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the
minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken with at
the door.

The cyclist's short, straight hair was a little
damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a
striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders.
Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his
muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade,
still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of
the bunch.

They sat down and she glanced around the table at
these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all
gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them all.

"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days
ago. She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for her
brother's debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil
Craig, and Slade Forrester."