Free In Service To The Billionaire by Heather Chase Page A

moment as the surprised flooded over her. Oh god. Oh god, was this really happening?
    She did as he ordered, strutting toward him with one foot deliberately placed in front of the other, her hips swaying seductively.
    When she was halfway there, he held up his hand again. “Strike a pose.”
    She put her leg out, jutting her hips to showcase her ass, so perfectly visible behind the thin layer of her skirt.
    “Let your hair down.”
    Obediently again, she removed the pin from her hair. It fell down in waves, framing her face. She shook it out sexily, staring down heat on him with her emerald eyes.
    “You need to be saying ‘Yes Sir,’ when I give you a command, girl.”
    “Yes Sir,” she said weakly, her throat so dry.
    “What was that?” His handsome face, so stern and unforgiving, began to form the fraction of a frown.
    “Yes Sir,” she said, louder. “You’re right, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
    He shifted, leaning forward in his chair. “Get on your knees.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she moaned, quickly obeying. She stared up at him, holding her arms up underneath her big tits in teensy, tiny dress.
    Sophia was gleefully aware of how little fabric there was between her dripping-wet pussy and his hands. His cock.
    He beckoned with two fingers. “Crawl toward me.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Doing exactly as ordered, she crawled toward him, moving around his enormous desk.
    “Present yourself.”
    She sat back up on her knees, slipping off her sweater. Her hot club dress was his to see now. She liked that—it was his anyway. The fabric had ridden up her thighs, and it was a scant few millimeters before she was displaying her pussy to him. She bit her plush lower lip, admiring with pleasure the square line of his jaw, the bulging muscles of his chest and arms.
    “Anything you say, Sir. I... must obey .”
    “Oh...” he leaned back, an air of surprise around his face. “Is that so?”
    “I must dress hot. I must love domestication. I must obey.”
    A smile slipped up over his face.
    “You know, I had my suspicions...and I’m glad they were correct. You want to be my sub, is that right? My sub vixen?”
    Feeling naughty, Sophia felt a little presentation was in order. She made her voice hot and breathy and soft. “It is hardly a choice. You’re sooo strong, Sir. I’m just a weak, hot mess of a girl. I must dress hot. I must obey,” she repeated.
    “Come here,” he beckoned her.
    His handsome, dark eyes stared down at her while she pushed his legs apart. Strong fingers slid under her chin and then around her jaw, pushing down to her slender neck, and led her lips up to his.
    And finally, they kissed.
    Her lips, on his, pushing into his. His grip tightened around her hair, craning her head back. Strong legs closed around her form, trapping her body beneath his completely. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Sophia’s pussy exploded with hot, wet need. She needed him inside of her so fucking bad.
    His tongue pushed against hers and then curled up behind her teeth, pulling her in even more. Soft and sweet, her hands pushed up his thighs and found his growing bulge. Her moan echoed inside of their sweltering hot kiss.
    He was huge. He was fucking huge. Sophia needed that cock in her right away. Moaning in his mouth, desperate, she half-tugged, half-rubbed it through the fabric of his expensive pants.
    But then, Sand pulled away. Sophia, breathless, stared up at him with desperate need, pushing back up to kiss him once more, her tits pressed hard against on leg.
    “Stop,” he said. “Not here. Gather your things and meet me at my car. You’ll follow me home.”
    Sophia did her best to hide her disappointment.
    She knew, in the end, that she must obey.
    “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 11
    She followed him home—he wouldn’t allow her to be in her car.
    At first, this insulted her, but she resolved not to let it.
    In a certain fashion, in fact, it all made sense. Sand didn’t know her, not really. What if she was insane?