The rope burned my wrists. My arms ached from being tied above my head.The air conditioner's cold cause goosebumps over my exposed nakedness.
Mitchell took off his mask. I saw the danger in his eyes. I wasn't afraid. I was strangely aroused.
His shirt was unbuttoned to the waist. I relaxed.
"I smell your cunt juices...." He said as he walked around me. He stung my ass cheek with the swift lick of his crop.
"You are a nasty slut....." he snarled close to my ear.
I closed my eyes. My body ached for him. For one touch of his hand or his lips.
I was so aroused, I felt the wetness between my thighs.
He trace the crop over my stomach down to my steaming hot box. He motion me to open my legs as he brush against my womanhood. A moan escaped my lips.
He brought the crop's flap to his lips and taste my essence.
I hissed. I was turned on. The Boss was so damn nasty and I wanted him now.
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I Hate My Boss: Volume I: The Masquerade
Historia CortaNewly divorced Ny'Asia Anderson does not like her new boss. He is arrogant and demanding. Also mysterious and intriguing. She heard the rumors that of his penchant for wild, decadent parties, and his sexual prowess. Coming from a toxic marriage and...
