Beschrijving
Victoria is a driven professional who has the reputation of a frigid ice queen. But that’s work, when it’s time to play, she becomes Lady Morrigan, a dominatrix who has men begging to be mistreated by her. The only time she hasn’t been in control was years ago when an employer tried to take advantage of her. Now he needs a job and Victoria’s going to teach him payback’s a bitch and so is she!
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
“Payback’s a bitch, and you’re going to be mine,” Victoria shrugged. “Or you can tuck it between your legs and leave.”
She unbuttoned the dress, her fingers as steady as her voice. Flipping the sides of the dress open, she shrugged her shoulders causing it to slide off of her and hit the floor.
Steve’s jaw joined it there.
Beneath the dress Victoria’s outfit consisted of leather straps that crisscrossed down the length of her body. They formed an X around her breasts leaving them bare other than the onyx barbells pierced through her nipples.
The straps formed another X over her hard flat stomach before each side wound around her thighs, buckling behind her legs and just above the knee high boots she wore.
The ensemble was completed by a thong that was little more than string over her hips and between the cheeks of her firm ass and a triangular patch of leather between her thighs that featured a zipper.
“Still think I’m kidding?”
Stunned as he was, Steve’s eyes continued to roam up and down her body, lingering on her breasts before drifting back down her long legs and between her thighs.
Victoria would be lying if she said she wasn’t vain. Men didn’t pay for your body if it wasn’t worth paying for. All men had a weak spot for a sexy woman to various degrees. Most would look, then go home to their wife but then there was Steve.
Steve was the type with no control when it came to women and had just admitted that to her. It was why she’d exposed herself to him, something she would rarely do with a sub until he’d earned seeing what she could reward him with if she so chose.
Steve wasn’t a sub and her game had to be different. But sex was his addiction and Victoria was the type of fix he was always looking for.
“Clothes off,” she’d lowered her voice to the huskier tone of her alter ego. “Or get out.”
“Okay,” he said softly, his blue eyes bright with lust. “I guess this was worth putting up with some crap.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. “I knew there was a fun girl under that ice queen act.”
He stopped when stepping forward, she picked up the flogger and slapped it hard on the desk, the sudden sound like a gunshot in the otherwise quiet office.
“Use your ears instead of your mouth, you call me mistress!”
She expertly whirled the crop around in her hand several times before leaning over the desk and swinging it at his face. Steve yelped, trying to jump back, but the flat edge stopped a half inch from his cheek.
“How about you put that thing away and ditch the creepy mask and we can just have some straight up fun.”
“This is my fun, and it’s fun for men who know their place,” she shrugged and in spite of his annoyance, his eyes caught the way her breasts jiggled.
“You think I’m going to let you have your way with me? Role reversal, Steve. This is my house, not yours and we play by my rules.”
“Clothes off and game on. Now.”
“Not even the option to leave anymore?”
“No. You want the job, and you want me. But I’m not some desperate girl or neglected housewife or whatever other kind of me so horny easy piece off ass you chase.”
Victoria tapped her chest.
“I’m not yours,” she pointed to him. “You’re mine.” A cold smile touched her lips.
“In fact, that’s your name until I say it’s not.”
“What?”
“Mine, did I say you could speak?”