Free Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) by Kaycee Kline Page A

tight dress. “Oh, God,” he moaned into my ear.
                  I could feel my knees becoming weaker with want for him and I gave in, involuntarily to his touch. I sighed, pressing my ass back into his cock, wanting nothing more than for it to be inside of me. I'd waited for it for too long—fought the urges for too long. I needed it, and now. I writhed  in pleasure as I felt his hardness teasing my backdoor through my dress.
                  He laughed softly, amused, and then whispered, “Oh, no, sweetheart. Let's not rush things. I've got a surprise for you first. Let's put this on you,” he said as he placed a silk blindfold over my eyes, wrapping it tightly around the back of my head.
                  “Spencer, what are you doing?” I asked, starting to feel a bit uneasy. I mean, after all, it was only my first day. I wasn't ready for all this.
                  “It's okay. I won't hurt you...much,” I could hear his smile coming through in his words and it reassured me that his intentions weren't bad and that maybe it was all in good fun. I felt him nudge me forward so I started walking, trusting that he would guide me where I needed to go. “Very good. That's a good girl,” he cooed as he held me around my waist, coaxing me down the dark hallway. Suddenly we came to a stop and I could hear him opening a door. I knew it wasn't his office because we hadn't gone far enough, plus this door was on the left, whereas his office was on the right.
                  “Go on,” he said as he pushed me forward into the open room. I stumbled inside and immediately felt a sense of dread. Even though I was blindfolded and couldn't see anything, I could tell that this wasn't a room that got used very often. Why was he bringing me in here? And why did I need to be blindfolded?

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                  “Alright, sweetheart. Come on,” he said as he took me by the hand and led me further into the room. He stopped abruptly and let go of my hand. “Now take off your dress,” he commanded.
                  A feeling of confusion came over me and I felt vulnerable. I wasn't sure that I could do this—be who he wanted or expected me to be. “I..I..Spencer, I don't...” I stammered.
                  But before I could even finish my sentence he cut me off, “Take. Off. Your. Dress. Right now!” His voice didn't sound very playful, in fact, it sounded quite harsh. Why was he acting this way?
                  I just had to remind myself that Spencer would never hurt me and after all, this was the job that I signed up for. He had warned me that this was what he needed from me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly moved my hands to the zipper of my dress. It took me a few tries to unzip it because my hands were so shaky, but I finally managed.
                  “Good. Now take it off. All the way,” he snapped.
                  My lip quivered and I bit it to keep from crying. I slowly removed my left arm and then my right from my dress, letting it fall down to my waist before shimmying out of it completely, leaving it in a pool at my feet.
                  He let out an audible gasp at the sight of me, causing me to fidget and cross my arms to try and cover up as much of my body as I could. In an act of foolish bravery, I had opted to not wear a bra or panties underneath my dress as a surprise, but now, standing here blindfolded in front of him in this unfamiliar room in only my stilettos, I felt ashamed and exposed.
                  Spencer walked over to me and his hands were suddenly on mine. “No, no. You don't get to cover yourself up, you dirty little slut. I want to see you. Every inch,” he admired, pulling my hands away from my body. “There we go, sweetheart,” he cooed.
                  I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and