(used to be Black Light) UNDER MAJOR EDITING! " What did you call me!?" He asked in a low but deadly tone of voice. She backed away till her butt hit his desk. It was just him in the way, she could make it past him, right? " Don't even think about it ." He could tell what she was thinking. He always did. Wanna know what happens next? Well read Devon and Bray-Lynne's story and fined out. I'm not telling anything. Enjoy. BTW Rated r for a reason. Don't read if you don't like wipes and floggers. Just saying. # 1 in give This is a rated X story. Must be 18 and older to read. ( but most of you arnt going to listen to me so read at your own risk and if you dont like it then just leave.) All rated chapters will be posted in Rated X Only. I will inform you at the beginning when it is a rated chapter.

This is my second book...

Being a drug lord is hard. Being a drug lord, who is also a woman, is even harder. So many people take you as a joke or try to convince you that sex with them is better than getting paid. But it's better to fake flirt with them, have them wrapped around your finger before breaking their nose, beating then robbing them. My life isn't as hard as others, but when your a woman, power and money still means nothing to men. No matter how in control you are of everything, they'll try to find a way to take that power away so you'll have to depend on them. CEO's, judges, lawyers, other drug dealers, sorry excuses for men, and even cops. A particular cop has taken an interest in me. Something about him drives me wild, but scares me. Maybe I'll entertain him, just for a bit to keep the cops off my ass. What's the worse that could happen? Copyright © The Cop and The Submissive