Free Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi

Dominated by Him: Servicing the
Billionaire
    Published by Adriana Rossi at Smashwords
    Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi
     
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    Another day at work , Mary thought to
herself as she sat down. Except, it wasn’t a normal day. No less
than twenty-four hours ago, Mary had witnessed her boss fucking and
drinking the young intern.
    She relived last night’s events in her mind,
relishing the moment when Mr. White had caught her attempting to
flee down the staircase. She had been so terrified, but the idea of
being sexually punished by a man like him excited her. And
then…
    A sigh escaped her mouth as she powered on
her computer. Had it all been a dream? Could it have been possible
that she and Mr. White had gone to dinner in one of the most
exclusive restaurants in America, after which he fucked her on the
carpeted floor of his town car?
    She had woken up early at 5am, surprised to
find herself completely nude under her sheets. A surge of energy
had shot through her body and her eyelids snapped open. Instantly,
she was awake and her eyes would not close. She had checked herself
in the mirror and the puncture wounds on her neck had disappeared.
There was no evidence anything abnormal had occurred. Mary might
have gone about her day as if nothing had happened if she hadn’t
noticed the black cocktail dress hanging in her closet.
    That was it. That was all the evidence she
had needed. Her heart clenched painfully as she anticipated facing
Mr. White after last night’s events. How would he behave towards
her? How would she react?
    Mary kept herself busy to avoid thinking
about it. She managed Mr. White’s calendar and scheduled his
meetings. There was a conference he needed to attend on Thursday,
so Mary booked the travel arrangements. She cleaned her desk
several times, dusting each object meticulously. Her heels tapped
impatiently on the carpeted floor.
    “What the hell is wrong with me today?” she
muttered to herself. Mary had never remembered having so much
energy. Her legs were shaking so badly it was as if she had downed
an entire pot of coffee.
    She scrolled down her email list and her
heart gave a painful squeeze when she noticed a familiar name, Matthew White . There was no subject line. She clicked on the
email:
    Miss Kramar,
    Please meet me in my office at once.
     
    Matthew White
    CEO, White Group Inc.
     
    Mary looked at the time and gasped out loud.
It was sent nearly an hour ago. She grabbed her purse and took out
her compact mirror. She adjusted her appearance with a few swipes
of her hand and bolted out of her chair. Why he had sent an email,
rather than screaming her name as he usually did? The abrupt change
in his behavior was worrying. Trembling, she pushed open his office
door.
    Mr. White looked up from his desk as she
entered the room. He gave her a thin smile and gestured to the seat
in front of his desk.
    Mary sat down, wondering what he had in store
for her.
    “How are you feeling?”
    She blinked at the question. Mr. White was
not one for small talk. She couldn’t help but feel that something
was very, very wrong. “Fine, how are you?”
    An uncomfortable silence stretched between
the two of them.
    “Mary,” he began in a more human voice. “I am
very ashamed at what happened last night. You don’t deserve that
kind of treatment.”
    At least he acknowledged it. It was as if he
was saying goodbye, and Mary knew that Mr. White was determined to
have their relationship end. “But I liked it,” she protested.
    “It can never happen again.”
    “Why?” Tears momentarily choked her throat.
Mr. White blurred in her tears and she blinked furiously.
    There was a bounce of Mr. White’s chair