Free Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) by Skylar Cross

subway and hopped on a Green Line trolley crowded with rush hour people on their way home. I looked around at the butts of the other girls around me. Some in tight jeans. Some in skirts. Some in dress pants. How many of these butts are in as much pleasure as mine right now? I wondered.
    All thoughts and fears of something being wrong with me were replaced by the extreme delight that I had a dirty secret nobody knew about. My classes, Jake, Dan, my Dad, all my worries just drifted away in a mist as I headed to meet my mentor.

Chapter 5
    The house stood on an outcropping of rocks that jutted out into the Atlantic Ocean. A combination of old New England weathered shingles blended with sharp angles and modern straight lines. Lots of glass. A commanding view of the harbor and the ocean. Simply stunning.
    Looks like my mentor is filthy rich.
    If I weren't such a horndog, the house itself would make me wet. But I was way past wet as I pulled my 2005 Nissan Sentra up the private drive that led to the main entrance.
    I just sat there, feeling horny, sexy, scared, frustrated, and incredibly happy all at the same time.
    I heard a click as the Bluetooth earpiece came to life.
    "Come in," said my mentor. "Open the door."
    I took a deep breath and held it as I opened my car door. My butt had gotten used to its new invader friend but it flexed as I got out of the car.
    I walked toward the door. A sudden flash of fear hit me. This house obviously belongs to someone extremely wealthy, but I could still be walking into my own death. I heard the theme to Criminal Minds playing in the background of my head.
    No matter, I told myself. I am living. This is the choice of a real alive living girl who is excited and more alive than she ever felt. So be it.
    With purpose, my feet led me to the large oak door with carved squares in it. I squeezed the handle and it opened. I walked inside.
    I was in some sort of an entry parlor that led to a living area on the right. Everything was very manly, all muted colors with hints of gold. Not ostentatious, but obviously rich.
    Abstract art decorated the walls. To my left was another seating area that led to a huge kitchen. There was no sound.
    "Go straight ahead," he said through the earpiece.
    I did, passing through an odd open design with lots of angles and high ceilings. I reached a door.
    "Open it."
    This is it. Deep breath, Meghan.
    I turned the doorknob and opened the door.
    I was in an office with a huge desk. Behind the desk was floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out over the rocks down to the ocean. A lighthouse twinkled in the distance, reflecting the setting sun. The water was deep gray in the late afternoon reddish purple glow of the sky.
    Behind the desk in front of the window was a man. He faced away from me looking out. He wore grey dress pants and a dark blue striped shirt. He looked like he could be muscular underneath but definitely lean. He had a full head of brown hair, styled nicely. His arms were folded as he gazed out across the rocks.
    "Close the door," he said.
    His voice was even richer in person, a deep velvet tone that cut through the silence and made me want to obey.
    I shut the door.
    "Did you bring it?" he said.
    "Yes, mentor," I said.
    "Show me."
    "Show you, mentor?"
    "Yes, turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks."
    An electric thrill danced around me.
    "Yes, mentor."
    I turned around facing the door and bent over.
    I heard him turn around but I couldn't see his face from between my legs. I could only see his polished shoes on the hardwood floor. They looked expensive.
    "Very nice," he said. "You've done well. You have earned your reward. You may now turn around and see my face."
    I started to shake. I turned around slowly. There I saw a face that any girl would recognize.
    "Oh my God!" I said as I put my hands up to my mouth. "You're--"
    "Quiet," he said. "It doesn't matter who I am. You are my student and I am your mentor. That is the only fact of relevance here, do you