by Bowles, Jan
Masters of Submission 3
Taming the Boss Lady
Twenty-nine-year-old Kelly McCloud is not the average submissive. CEO of a large corporate company, she demands and gets respect wherever she goes. Surrounded by weak yes-men, Kelly yearns for the touch of a dominant man—someone who can relieve the pressure in her hectic life.
Natural Dom and Club Submission owner Matthew Strong is instantly drawn to the sexy, self-assured woman. Just who is this opinionated, outspoken lady who frequents his club night after night? When she turns down all the other Masters, he decides to take control.
At thirty-five, Matthew has the experience to handle any woman, however important she may believe herself to be. With a little careful training, he can mold Kelly into the perfect sub, but when enemies from within surface unexpectedly, his well-laid plans may just have to be put on hold.
Has Matthew finally met his match taming the boss lady?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 44,478 words
TAMING THE BOSS LADY
Masters of Submission 3
Jan Bowles
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TAMING THE BOSS LADY
Masters of Submission 3
JAN BOWLES
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Kelly McCloud strode purposefully into the boardroom. Situated on the twenty-sixth floor of the McCloud Energy Building in Providence, Rhode Island, it boasted impressive views across the city. The inspiring sight from the huge bank of windows always delighted her as she moved further into the large purpose-built space.
Her twelve executive board members were already there. They stood around talking and drinking coffee. They turned in her direction when she entered the room.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. It’s a wonderful Rhode Island day out there.”
“Morning, Ma’am,” they said as one, before taking their places at the table. As the CEO of McCloud Energy she demanded their respect.
Kelly took her seat at the head of the large corporate table. A seemingly never-ending expanse of finest mahogany stretched down the middle of the room, and shone with a rich, deep luster. Pitchers of water were evenly spaced and interspersed with clusters of glasses. In the center lay an impressive display of red roses and delicate baby’s breath. For more than forty years, powerful, life-changing decisions had been made around this very table. Its history went way back, and she breathed in the atmosphere.
Just three short months ago her father had been sitting in the executive leather chair she now occupied. He’d been flanked on either side by the very same board members she now controlled. How times changed. Her father had suffered a life-threatening heart attack, and was now unable to head the company he’d built from scratch. At seventy-three his days at the helm were over.
Kelly looked up as Eve Mavers placed a black coffee in front of her. “Thank you.”
“How’s your father?” Eve inquired, sounding genuinely concerned.
“Thanks for asking. He’s doing just fine. It won’t be long before he’s back on his feet again.” She was aware that Eve had always harbored a certain fondness for her father. Kelly’s mother had died when she was five years old, and she’d often wondered if Dad would remarry, but it seemed Jed McCloud was a one-woman man. He’d loved her mother deeply.
Kelly dismissed her introspection, and turned her attention to the business at hand.
Her father had always wanted her to take over from him when the time was right. That time was now. As an only child, he’d taught her everything she needed to know about McCloud Energy. She was just twenty-nine years old, but had been attending board meetings as an observer since the age of twelve. Jed McCloud had given her one hell of an apprenticeship.
Although the board had accepted her position as the new boss of McCloud Energy, she was well aware that some of them didn’t like the idea of a woman having such control. However, her father was the majority shareholder, and had total faith in her ability to run the company. She looked across the table at the twelve smiling faces, and remembered his words. Treachery often comes with a smile on its face, sweet pea. She had no doubt if business was bad and the shareholders were displeased, there would be an organized coup to remove her. She didn’t give a damn about what they thought. She was Jed McCloud’s daughter, and that made her a woman to be reckoned with.
In the three months since taking the reins, she’d noticed a gradual decrease in cooperation. It was obvious some board members wanted her to fail. She knew exactly who they were. Failure was not an option. Her father had built this company with his
own blood, sweat, and tears, and she wasn’t about to hand it over to some spineless assassin in a suit.
Kelly studied the individuals at the table. Eve, her private secretary had been rewarded with a place on the board for her long years of service. Now Eve wouldn’t give her any problems. She’d been with the company for forty years, and would back the new boss, just like she’d backed the old one.
Rachel, a woman much admired for her ability to win new contracts, had been duly rewarded with a place on the board. There wouldn’t be any trouble from this lady either. She’d just remarried. Was it the third or the fourth time? Anyway, by the dreamy look in her eyes, her thoughts were focused solely on her new husband.
Jacob, Noah, and David were all coming up for retirement, and it showed. They’d decadently succumbed to expanding waistlines and fine living. They offered no threat to her. She figured they were just counting down the days until they could be on the golf course—permanently. They could afford it, too. When they retired at fifty-five, they’d receive a lucrative golden handshake, courtesy of McCloud Energy. These men could be discounted, too. At their age, and with too much to lose, they didn’t dare rock the boat.
Ricardo Fiorucci was a different proposition. Aged forty-five, he was experienced, and slippery, too. He’d had the unfounded belief that her father would hand over the reins to him. Wrong. Jed McCloud was far too astute for that. However, because he was a major shareholder in the company, she had to work with him. Getting Ricardo Fiorucci removed from the board would be almost impossible. The guy was a real live snake in the grass. She’d watch her back where he was concerned.
Then there were her uncles, Harry and Joseph. They were her fathers’ younger siblings. By the disdainful look on their faces, she knew they didn’t approve of her elevated position. She was in no doubt they would conspire to turn other board members against her, in an attempt to undermine her authority.
Tom, Uncle Joseph’s eldest son, probably thought he was next in line. He’d been with the company for fifteen years, and was just a couple of years older than herself. Her father had balked at the idea of handing control to him. She could still hear Dad’s derisive comments ringing in her ears. The man has no gumption, Kelly. He’ll fold when times are bad.
William, Leo, and Ron had been there at the start. They were loyal to her father and would remain loyal to her.
Kelly shook her head. Dad was right. None of these guys were suitable for heading McCloud Energy. Where were all the real men? Men who took life as it came. Guys who could step up to the plate and handle the pressure when the going got tough? Where were all the mavericks and risk-takers of this world?
Her thoughts drifted to her private life. She needed a real man to share her bed with. Time was slipping away. She’d be thirty next year. A smile drifted to her lips as her fantasy surfaced once more. From the moment she was barely able to walk, she’d been groomed by her father to take over the company. She silently thanked him for his absolute belief in her ability. Yet late at night, in her quieter moments, she yearned for a real man to take control of her. Her mind focused on a BDSM club she’d found on the Internet. She’d read a book on the subject of discipline and dominance, and realized that it might be the answer to her sexual needs. The venue was just far enough away from Providence to visit discreetly. All her sexual fantasies could be fulfilled at Club Submission. Just so long as she had the courage to go there.
Yeah, I’ve got the courage all right. I’m a McCloud. I’m a strong, independent woman, but I need an even stronger man to take control of me. Being in charge all the time wears a girl out. I need a powerful man to make me feel whole. Club Submission may have just what I’m looking for.
Chapter Two
Matthew Strong eased back in his chair and surveyed the room. The evening was in full swing, and Club Submission had a large number of members present. Most of the seating was taken, and several couples danced seductively on the revolving stage. It hadn’t been long since the club had almost closed down for good. Bad press and a dick wad detective had almost brought his business to its knees. Thankfully, the BDSM community had pulled together, and Club Submission was thriving again. In fact it was busier than ever.
Working together, he and his younger brother Ethan had recently revamped the Warm Zone—the area where members were restricted to keeping their clothes on. With careful planning, they’d enhanced the ambience with subdued lighting and darker textiles. Extra seating areas had been created to deal with the club’s growing demand. The colors and textures had all been carefully chosen by himself in order to create a feeling of dominance and power. A contemporary curved, black bar with a shiny chromed footrest dominated the expansive room, perfectly complementing its decadent surroundings. The new decor had been well received by regular club members.
He and Ethan intended to expand the club further, and introduce more play furniture for their members to enjoy. Some expensive equipment was due in next week. It would certainly heat up the scenes in the more hedonistic areas of the club. In the Hot Zone, members could indulge in any sexual fantasy they wished, so long as it was safe, sane, and consensual.
They were also developing an area of unused floor space into a private suite of rooms. The specially designed accommodation closely resembled a medieval dungeon, and could be used for sleepovers. Anyone staying would have access to a selection of specialist fetish kink. That suite of rooms was nearing completion and would soon be rolled out for their members to enjoy. If all went to plan, they’d gradually add more.
As Matthew scanned the room, his gaze settled on the slim, elegant woman sitting alone in the Chill-out Zone. She was clearly well groomed and highly desirable. Jet-black hair cascaded down her back, flowing sexily to her waist. Her attractive glossy mane shone brightly as she looked nonchalantly around. Dressed in a tight leather miniskirt, she wore a low-cut red top that accentuated her womanly cleavage, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her full breasts. The thin material barely covered her nipples, and he could just make out their sexy outline. He licked his lips, wondering what they would taste like, and how fast her areola would tighten in turgid nubs. Would she cry out in pain as he closed his teeth over the swollen points, or would she beg for more? He was keen to find out for himself.
Matthew shifted awkwardly in his seat, trying to alleviate the hard-on in his pants. By sitting in the Chill-out Zone, she’d excluded herself from all offers of play. Tonight was the third time he’d seen her, and she still didn’t want to participate. He wondered what her motives were for coming? Was she tempted by the D/s lifestyle, but too scared to take that first step? He guessed not. It was clear by her assured demeanor and the relaxed expression on her face that Club Submission didn’t intimidate her one little bit.
Ethan slid into the vacant chair next to his. The sound of his leather pants squeaked against the shiny upholstery as he made himself more comfortable. “I see the Raven’s here again.”
Matthew smiled as he stared intently at the woman they’d nicknamed Raven. “Has anyone approached her?”
Ethan let out a deep sigh. “You mean on the rare occasions she’s left the Chill-out Zone? Then, yeah, Guy, Markus, and Dale have all tried their luck.”
“And?” They were three well-respected masters here at Club Submission. Surely she hadn’t turned them all down?
“She gave them the brush-off. She’s one fussy lady that’s for sure.”
“Maybe she’s a top rather than a bottom.”
“You’ll have to assign her to someone, Matt. Kyle is free tonight.”
“We’ll see.” Matthew actually thought Kyle would be too intense for someone who was new to the lifestyle.
Ethan laughed out loud. “Then you’d better do it yourself. You’re far more interested in this woman than you’re making out. Besides you haven’t played with a sub for months.”
“Huh, you might be right, little brother. After seven years here, I’m in need of a challenge. I think the Raven is gonna be the perfe
ct antidote for my lack of interest.”
Matthew stood and strode to the bar. Club Submission only served alcohol to their members on special occasions or private parties, and tonight was neither. Thankfully, he had an innovative barman. “Todd, fix me up a cocktail. Something not too sweet.” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder. “It’s for that sexy-looking babe in the Chill-out Zone. I need to find out exactly what she wants from the club.”
“Coming right up, boss.”
“Have you spoken to her?”
“Sure, she’s a nice lady.”
Matthew leaned back against the bar while Todd prepared the drink. He studied the woman again. Aged about thirty, she was incredibly beautiful. Her black leather miniskirt had risen up her thighs, giving the impression her slender legs went on forever. Suede ankle boots with tassels on the back only added to her sex appeal.
Todd slid the drink across the bar with a big grin on his face. “This should help break the ice.” He hooked a wedge of cucumber on the side of the glass. “Cucumber, lime, and cranberry juice.
“I take it you’ve chosen this strange concoction for a reason?”
“Yep, this artistry is called a Sophisticated Lady.”
Matthew nodded appreciatively. “Seems very appropriate.” He scooped up the cocktail, and then threaded his way across the crowded room. The woman looked up as he approached. Her incredible eyes fascinated him. So startlingly pale gray, almost silver. A sudden thought flashed through his brain. How he would love staring into those pools of liquid moonlight as she submitted to his will. He held up the cocktail. “Compliments of the house.”
