This isn't your typical dom/sub story. What happens when the man, the CEO, bends his knee to his new marketing executive. She's in charge and he knows it.
"You like that, you like it when I play with your big dick" she whispers in his ear. He shudde...
A/N So like the book will mostly be in Jasons P.O.V, coz like I want to
enjoy my lovely babies.....lorryalways.
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"Yes mum I understand .....no I'll make it next week .....but ma ....yes .....yes I'm actually going to propose to her next week at the Gala.....yes bye mum ", I end the call.
"Was that your mum ", Abby asks, walking into my office. "Yes it was, um Abby please call the next bunch of interviews," I say looking down at my work. She didn't even answer me, I knew she had left because her shoes clicked away and the door slammed shut. Abby was difficult like that, she wanted my attention but she had to realize that when I was at work, our relationship would be on pause.
( 5 minutes later )
"Please enter here " I hear Abby directing. The door soon opens and the most beautiful African American woman walked in. She had dark skin, she had on a very not-work-appropriate dress. She was dress to impress, to say the least.
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She had curves that Abby lacked and her lips -
"You done checking me out," she said in annoyance. I was embarrassed and I think she saw it and smirked. " I'm sorry ...I ...I .didnt mean to ...I" I stuttered, God I'm stupid. She then struts toward me, around the table and stops right in front of me. Her confidence really intimidated me, she showed no signs of stopping her agenda.
"You think I'm cute boss man," she said in a deep southern accent that had faint signs of an Australian accent. Was she Australian? I was removed from my trance when i felt her hand on my tie. To say i was nervous would be an understatement . " I ..I think you are beautiful Mrs ...umm" not knowing her name , "Toni Johnson , do I make you nervous? " truth be told I couldn't focus on anything other than her lips moving ...what did she say ?
"Can't focus huh...well I hate it when people can't focus so you deserve a punishment ." she says with a smirk on her face , "pu..punishment what do you mean by that " I asked. She didn't answer me but slowly her hand started to travel down my torso and soon it was rubbing my growing bulge through my Armani slacks . " uhhh" i groan , unable to comprehend what in the world was going on . She increased her speed and I could feel myself getting closer . Just as I was gonna reach my peak -
"Um sir, hello, I said my name is Toni Johnson"
It wasn't real. Wow it felt real.
She sits comfortably in one of the chairs and stares at me intensely. Almost as if she know what I was thinking. Clearing my throat, I apologize and continue with the meeting.
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"Okay Miss Johnson, we'll be in touch", I say as I stand to shake her hand. She takes it with a devilish smile and says "You can count on it" with that she walks out and can't help but stare at her ass. It's just so big, I've never seen anything like it.
Sitting down I press the intercom to Abby's office. "No more interviews, let's have a break tell everyone to return in 20 minutes",
"Yes babe... I mean sir" she slurs, thinking it does something.
I turn the chair and look out to the New York view in from of me.
I grew up in a very conservative home in the South, and you didn't see much of colour and diversity. My father was a proud Donald Trump supporters and I guess you're allowed to support who you want to support but he's a racist son of a bitch that's what he is. The whole fucking family and at one point I was too. Not until I moved to the big city, 6 years to inherit my grandmother's company that I saw that I was wrong. Who am I to think a race is superior to another. Sigh.
That's the reason I don't go home often. They are always bad mouthing black people and belittling every other poc.
It takes me back to when my uncle Roger came home eloped to this beautiful Latina woman. She was a perfect match for him. Not in my families eyes though,they were quick to judge him, calling them both all sorts of things. If my uncle wasn't the strong man he is he would've succumb to the criticism but no all he said was
"I'm married to this woman and if you don't like it fuck off, racist picks. No wonder mother never came here, let's go Marisa".
And that was the last we saw of them, well not me he visits often, I told him how I felt about the family and he was more than welcoming to his home when I ran away. He has two beautiful daughters now, Camila and Clarissa, twins.
I felt so suffocated in that family, if only my grandmother was alive she'd smack some sense into them.
Sigh.
"Sir it's been 20 minutes, can I call in the next person". Abby interrupts my thoughts.
"Yes, send them in"
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A/N Seems like Toni is a boss bitch.
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